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Two found their burning bush in an Oregon campground, amid the myrtle and cedar along the Rogue River. They had been on the road for 29 weeks. The deer loped; the gulls cawed; God spoke.
The year was 1973, a restless time. It was not so unusual to find people in a prolonged wandering, sea to shining sea, trying to get lost to find themselves.
But even among these wayfarers, The Two were a curiosity. There was nothing of the bohemian in these middle-aged Texans. Bonnie Lu Trusdale Nettles, 46, was a registered nurse from Houston, a recent casualty of the marital wars and the quietly forceful mom of three teen-agers and a 12-year-old. She loved to shop.
Marshall Herff Applewhite, 41, was divorced and had two children of his own. Son of a Presbyterian minister, he was an opera singer, a voice professor and a choirmaster, well known in Houston's small arts community as a bon vivant. His love of a good time had only recently been turned inside out by his self-willed gift for prophecy.
Their friendship was slightly more than a year old, and from the start, they had rarely left each other's sides. The relationship was chaste, but their minds were complementary and their passions the same. Like so many through the ages, they wanted to escape mankind's eternal predicament, to find a way to get out of life alive.
To that end, The Two would eventually cut and cobble a farfetched theology from the scriptural and the occult. Mrs. Nettles knew her Bible, but she also charted the stars, summoned the dead in seances and took guidance from the voice of someone she called Brother Francis, a 19th-century monk. Mr. Applewhite, himself a novice mystic, had once been a seminarian and could quote the Gospel front to back. He believed that Armageddon approached and that only the righteous would emerge at God's side from the volcanic depths of reckoning.
How their jerry-built doctrine evolved -- and how it attracted others into a lethal fusion of church and space known as Heaven's Gate -- is a study of people in a vertigo of psychic and religious upheaval. America now knows The Two as Guinea and Pig, Bo and Peep, Do and Ti, the dead shepherds of a dead flock. Five weeks ago, their search for immortal truths led Mr. Applewhite and 38 acolytes to a mass suicide in California.
Unfathomable as this spiritual misadventure may always be, an extraordinary record has been left behind, including soul-searching letters that have been buried in boxes for the past two decades. The Two frequently wrote down their thoughts, in private correspondence in the early days, in entreaties and manifestos later on. These testimonies are the plot points in a very peculiar passage, the journey from sincere religious zeal to delusional beliefs in a divine calling and finally to what most psychiatrists would call outright psychosis.
These delusions would prove to be a human lodestone. Hundreds passed through the group in 24 years, and there might easily have been more than 39 among the dead if all those still loyal to the teachings had stayed in the group. Some of those closest to The Two had left the group for one reason or another and now wonder whether they missed a chance at a heavenly ascension. Interviews with these people provide an intimate portrait of day-to-day life in what amounted to a scrub room for the mind.
Camped along the Oregon coast in July 1973, while meditating amid the wild iris and rhododendron, The Two believed that God had finally revealed to them their ''overwhelming mission.'' That was not entirely unexpected. The Two had been reporting instructions from God for some time, although this was their first major assignment. They were to be the ''two lamp stands'' mentioned in Revelation, they said, and from then on, God would see the world through their eyes.
''We are not anything we were in the past,'' they wrote to Sharon Morgan, a friend in Houston. In a letter to her daughter Terrie, Mrs. Nettles passed along the urgent news, adding insistently, ''I am not kidding, baby, this is for real.''
But if they were now to be God's earthly light, the rest of their calling was not very clear. Where should they go, and whom should they tell?
Once again, The Two, as they came to call themselves, hit the road, this time driving more than 8,000 miles in one summer month: a rudderless zigzag between California, Utah, Montana and Idaho. They went up to Canada and down to New York. Their money ran out. They slept in a tent. They often ate only rolls and butter.
All the while, a close review of their letters shows, they talked and talked about their mission, almost exclusively to each other -- God's truth undergoing rewrites, with this earthshaking hypothesis and that biblical proof, ideas exploding in them like percussion bombs.
From time to time, they stopped to sell their blood at blood banks, to work at menial jobs or to share their sacred information with the unenlightened, making a call at a church or a religious bookstore. But people were not inspired. The Two did not come across as 20th-century successors to Jesus. They seemed like two weary Texans driving a little green rust-bucket.
''Bonnie and I are discovering more and more that the 'religious' and 'loving' are the last to see or accept our truth,'' Mr. Applewhite wrote.
Rejection summoned anger, and the anger darkened them.
Before, they had been collectors of almost any belief, gathering things like Tarot cards and theosophy like fruit off a tree. They read the defiant psychiatry of R. D. Laing and the breezy pop wisdom of ''Jonathan Livingston Seagull.'' A 30-page manuscript that they tried to publish under the title ''I Can't Believe That -- But You Must'' bore the influence of Eastern thought, discussing the karmic inheritances from a person's previous lifetimes.
But now hellfire was the only hearth they huddled around. ''O.K., brace yourself for some hard facts,'' Mr. Applewhite wrote in another letter to Mrs. Morgan, who has since remarried and whose last name is now Walsh. ''Our Father is NOT the 'sweet' and loving Father in the ways we thought.''
Modern religion is just the devil's tomfoolery, The Two concluded. What God required was unconditional love of him alone. ''Man must break from ALL ties that bind him to this earth: mother, father, brother, sister,'' Mrs. Nettles wrote, denouncing the love of family, oddly enough, in a letter to her daughter Terrie. She allowed that this message was scary and that she and Mr. Applewhite ''now wonder about our sanity -- but we cannot deny what we know.''
Their bleak doctrine would undergo a long gestation. During the first year of the mission, there was no mention yet of U.F.O.'s, but The Two already believed that all sensual desires must be stifled, whether they presented themselves ''in a brutal football game or in the back seat of a car in the moonlight.'' Early on, they had also begun to talk of leading others on a physical ascension to a Level Above Human.
That ascension was imminent, they believed. As the ''two lamp stands'' of Revelation, interpreting Chapter 11: 3-13, they would soon be killed by the unfaithful, only to regain life three and a half days later and rise up in a cloud. In the words of The Two, the Lord would then ''pull the trigger'' and begin the world's destruction.
On May 18, 1974, after 16 1/2 months on the road, Mr. Applewhite and Mrs. Nettles returned to Houston to anoint Sharon Morgan as their first disciple. A bright, well-spoken woman and the mother of two young daughters, Mrs. Morgan was caught in the undertow of a bad marriage. Twenty months earlier, she had taken solace from the two when they were running classes in ''mind-soul-spirit awareness.''
Mrs. Morgan marveled at their wisdom and was later convinced of all they told her about their godly mission. Still, indecision tore at her. Her daughters needed her, but so did The Two -- and it was they who appeared to walk in the footsteps of Jesus.
Six days later, she packed a small bag, took off her wedding ring and folded $25 into her pocket. She left one note for her husband and another for the girls. It might be best, she explained, to imagine that God had simply taken her away in death. The younger daughter was not quite 3 years old, and Mrs. Morgan was leaving at noon. She arranged for a baby sitter.
On the road, Mrs. Morgan's job was to visit occult bookstores and metaphysical centers, meeting people and setting up appointments. She would nervously pace the floor, praying for God to guide her, looking for the human pulsing of good vibrations.
Then, when ready, she would ask: ''Would you be interested in talking to two people who can tell you how to leave this planet and take your body with you?''
The Beginning
An Alliance Unites 2 Troubled Lives
Raised in Houston, Bonnie Nettles, then Bonnie Trusdale, was born in 1927 and born again in Christ in 1938. As an adult, drifting from her Baptist upbringing, she would conclude that she had been born at other times as well, though all those lives preceded this one. Her husband, a businessman, was not so convinced.
Their marriage of 23 years had been a gradual wilt, but what seemed to bring it to dissolution in 1972 was an overpopulation of spirits. Not only was Brother Francis -- the long-dead monk -- loyally at Bonnie's side, but she also called on other deceased souls through mediums. On Wednesday nights, the Nettleses' living room was kept dark as her ''circle group'' made still more connections with the beyond.
Not surprisingly, Mrs. Nettles felt like something of an outsider in what passed for normal society. ''Mom and I didn't seem to fit in with everyone else,'' said her daughter Terrie. ''We'd go out and stare into the sky, and we'd swear we had seen a flying saucer. We thought, 'Wouldn't it be fun if it'd just pick us up and take us away.' ''
Several fortune-tellers had recently read Mrs. Nettles's future, where a mysterious man she had yet to meet loomed. He was tall with light hair and a fair complexion -- an apt description for Herff Applewhite.
The Two met in March 1972, but there is disagreement about how it happened. Mr. Applewhite's writings are heavy with kismet: he said he was visiting a hospitalized friend when Mrs. Nettles entered the room and their eyes locked in a shared recognition of esoteric secrets. Terrie Nettles insists that The Two met at a drama school in a theater. Mr. Applewhite was teaching. Mrs. Nettles's son was a student.
Either way, Mrs. Nettles immediately did the requisite astrological readings and found an uncanny alignment between her stars and Mr. Applewhite's. That fascinated him, and he became enamored of her. However odd her ideas, Mrs. Nettles was smart, widely read and self-confident. She could rig together seemingly unrelated beliefs until all the cosmic tumblers locked into place and the universe appeared to have order.
Mr. Applewhite was badly in need of such a nimble intelligence. He had a revelation that needed interpreting. A few months before, while walking on a beach in Galveston, Tex., he felt that he had been given a private tutorial by the Lord.
''He said a presence had given him all the knowledge of where the human race had come from and where it was going,'' said a friend, Hayes Parker. ''It made you laugh to hear it, but Herff was serious. And he didn't seem crazy.''
Months before, Mr. Applewhite had returned to Houston from Taos, N.M., where he had opened a small restaurant with a deli counter. Called the Sunshine Company, the cafe was well located in a central plaza, and, with likable Herff bantering with customers, it seemed a success. Still, he believed himself to be a talented musician and an excellent teacher. Fulfillment would never come to him in a sandwich.
Until then, his life had taken more than the usual twists and turns. He was the promising son of Herff Sr., a dynamic, if somewhat forbidding, man, whose life's work was starting churches in small Texas towns. The son seemed inclined to follow his father into the ministry and even began the training, but he changed directions toward music.
That seemed sensible. Mr. Applewhite's voice was a bright, big baritone, and his diction was flawless. He sang opera, but with acting skills, good looks and a comic's timing, he was probably a better fit for the stage. He tried to catch on in New York in parts of 1960 and 1961, but getting a start in show business proved hard, and he was already a family man with a family's bills to pay.
Teaching was a more reliable vocation, and it could also make use of Mr. Applewhite's charisma. An impeccable dresser, he enjoyed being the center of attention. He was exceedingly generous and tirelessly social. Directing civic and college choral groups, as well as church choirs, satisfied his abiding desire to be the impresario.
But while Mr. Applewhite was a success at getting university jobs, holding onto them was a problem. He chafed under authority. And at times he suffered emotional problems, the reason he cited in 1970 for leaving the University of St. Thomas in Houston.
''He was behaving somewhat oddly at the time,'' said Father Thomas Braden, then the university's president. ''Just talking to him, he would mention things that had no connection to the thing he said before.''
Just before he left, his love affair with a wealthy young woman had been halted by her disapproving family. Their pressure, said one of Mr. Applewhite's friends, who insisted on anonymity, included violent threats, and ''we were all concerned for his safety.''
Mr. Applewhite's divorce in 1968 was also a painful experience. It came after 16 years of marriage. He and his two children were living in different cities, and he saw them infrequently. Other causes for the emotional difficulties are harder to pin down. Mr. Applewhite's close friends -- even those who felt they were confidants -- are surprised now at all they did not know. The man was like a hologram, shifting character when seen from a different angle.
In some circles, Mr. Applewhite was the dashing man about town, never happier than when he had a well-off, well-dressed woman on his arm. In others, he was a firmly rooted gay man who lived with a longtime lover in the Montrose section of the city.
Inevitably, some have surmised that Mr. Applewhite was vexed by his bisexuality, even to the point of a sexual-identity crisis. ''At one moment, he could argue that homosexuality represents a higher form of consciousness, yet at another, he could be very sensitive about his 'straight' reputation,'' said Robert W. Balch, a University of Montana sociologist who has written about The Two in scholarly journals.
But the extent of this tension is difficult to assess. His ex-wife and his gay lover from his Houston years have refused to be interviewed. Some gay friends insist that Mr. Applewhite was relatively comfortable with his bisexuality -- regardless of the secrets it required and prejudices it raised.
By 1972, when he met Bonnie Nettles, severe stress was certainly a companion. Mr. Applewhite was in the midst of a life meltdown. His father had died the year before. His career as a professor was probably at an end. He had lost his cachet in Houston's social circles. He was in debt, friends who had lent him money said.
At the same time, he found old answers no longer satisfactory for new spiritual questions. He had dipped into some trends of the time: the teachings of mystics, lone retreats into the desert, the literary science fiction of Robert A. Heinlein and Arthur C. Clarke. He now believed that U.F.O.'s were the objects people had once taken to be angels, his friend Mr. Parker said.
An overpowering notion about heavenly connections had entered his head, perhaps caused by stress or some genetic chemical time bomb or a combination of both. In this frame of mind, many psychiatrists say, Mr. Applewhite was vulnerable to paranoid disorders. Sometimes, a person who cannot handle reality makes up a new one, restoring self-esteem with the vainglorious idea of being God's special deputy. Persuading others can then be an important part of sustaining the fantasy.
Certainly, Mrs. Nettles was convinced. Mr. Applewhite's divinations put her on a pedestal. She was to be the sage, he the speaker. Their futures were twinned as they took to the road on New Year's Day 1973.
Mrs. Nettles's three youngest children stayed with their father. Terrie Nettles, then a 20-year-old skeptic, recalled that after their travels, The Two did not seem like plain old Herff and Bonnie anymore. There was a certainty to their celestial bearings.
''They were like magnets,'' she said. ''They had this unbelievable power. Suddenly, I felt privileged to be around them.''
A False Start
The Two Plus One Becomes a Crowd
When The Two became The Two plus one, things occasionally seemed out of balance. Sharon Morgan, devoted as she was, was also a scrappy professional woman -- a real estate agent -- and had a mind of her own. The Two called her Chela, which they said meant ''student'' in Sanskrit. They would sit her down for two or three hours, with Mr. Applewhite lecturing and Mrs. Nettles at his side.
Mr. Applewhite could be a spellbinder, but his acolyte sometimes had questions. She allowed her forehead to tighten into deep furrows and offered theological interpretations. That proved an irritation, Mrs. Morgan recalled. The Two did not want their sacred gold spun into someone else's brittle straw.
One of Mrs. Morgan's concerns had to do with money. The Two occasionally used her credit cards, which she did not mind. But they also skipped out on their food and lodging bills at motels. They explained earnestly that they obeyed no earthly laws: ''The Lord will be as a thief in the night.''
But as a deadbeat, Mrs. Morgan was nervous and conscience-stricken. Deceit by The Two troubled her, like the discovery of a flaw in a precious gem.
Only four weeks into the mission, the disciple experienced a ''dark night of the soul.'' Guilt was gouging at her heart about her daughters. She looked forward to a stop in Dallas, where she was to visit an old friend.
The friend did not greet her alone. She had alerted Mrs. Morgan's husband, who grabbed Sharon, threatened to have her committed and brought her home.
Mrs. Morgan stood in the living room as her two little girls marched in. The 2-year-old ran over to hug her, but the 6-year-old, Kimberly, hung back.
''Will you stay?'' Kimberly asked, the hurt floating from her eyes in tears.
''Yes, I love you so much,'' the mother answered.
Mrs. Morgan's missionary days were over, though she would not be without second thoughts. At times, she felt that she had disappointed God and forfeited her place on the Level Above Human. She also regretted the grief she had caused The Two.
Not only had they lost their sole disciple, but they were arrested within a few days. Mrs. Morgan's husband had charged them with credit card fraud. The complaint was soon dropped, but a routine check by Texas police showed that Mr. Applewhite was wanted in St. Louis for auto theft.
Nine months before, he had rented a Mercury Comet and driven blithely away. He still had the automobile.
Mr. Applewhite spent the next six months in jail, primarily in Missouri. Thirty years later, he is still remembered there by his public defender and at least one jailhouse guard. Few inmates serenely claim God's authorization for stealing a car.
Mr. Applewhite was released in early 1975. His time in jail had been busily spent in contemplation, though he seemed unsure about where he would practice his calling. He wrote a new resume, apparently hoping to win a teaching job in one of his specialties: music, religion and the metaphysics ''of mind and motivation.'' He said he had ''spent much time in seclusion for study.''
Secluded as he was behind bars, he also wrote a statement of beliefs that described the cosmic vision he shared with Mrs. Nettles. A central concept was the metaphor of the caterpillar, which got to the heart of the folly of mainstream religions, he said:
The idea that a good life leads to heaven is as silly as believing that if a caterpillar ''dies a good caterpillar, it will mysteriously awaken in a rose blossom and live there forever with the king butterfly.'' People, like caterpillars, must go through a chrysalis stage, overcoming their humanness in preparation for life in the Next Level, he said.
That apprenticeship requires a teacher, Mr. Applewhite wrote. Jesus was one, sent by his Father. Now, 2,000 years later, there are two more, a man and a woman, he contended. A ''demonstration'' of their truths would come ''within months,'' he predicted, when, like Jesus, The Two would be killed, only to be resurrected in a ''cloud of light.''
That awesome cloud is what ''humans refer to as a U.F.O.''
Fertile Ground
On California Trip, A Flock Is Found
Once reunited, The Two went to America's great incubator of new, eclectic, guru-led religions. They went to California.
Mr. Applewhite's jail-drafted canon was now their calling card. From a hotel room in Ojai, Calif., they mailed dozens of fliers to churches and spiritual centers.
Clarence Klug, a 72-year-old mystic with a fetching twinkle in his eye, was among the few to inquire further. Mr. Klug invited his students to meet The Two in Los Angeles at the home of a friend, Joan Culpepper, a psychic whose motto was ''weird turns me on.'' She invited others. In all, 80 people showed up at the meeting, held in May 1975, many of them crowded together on the floor.
The Two made a modest entrance, dressed in loose-fitting running suits and settling into chairs before the fireplace. In most settings, they would have seemed perfectly ordinary, though here they were distinctive because they had short hair and did not wear any T-shirts advertising an urgent cause.
Mr. Applewhite did the talking: ''We are The Two prophesied in Revelation,'' people remember him saying. ''God has sent us here as an experiment, so you might call us Guinea and Pig.''
In the next 30 minutes, Mr. Applewhite laid it on the line: This is who we are. If our message speaks to you, then follow us. If you follow, then you must obey everything we say. That includes giving up your possessions, your family and your entire identity.
As remembered by Ms. Culpepper, so often a glutton for strangeness, The Two were entirely unconvincing. She asked Mr. Applewhite sarcastic questions, calling him Mr. Pig. No one, she thought, would find the meeting a change-your-life experience.
She was wrong. Two dozen guests were absolutely goggle-eyed. Guinea and Pig had made a connection right into their emotional fuse boxes. The notion of taking a spaceship to heaven was a kick, but what people really found captivating was the idea that heaven was a physical place within mortal reach.
Among the enlistees were the young and old, the poor and rich -- a film editor, an accountant, a waiter. That would remain the pattern in years ahead. Only a few recruits could be considered among life's losers. These seekers shared a willingness to make extreme sacrifices in search of spiritual truth. They were after enlightenment. To them, it made perfect sense for so towering an aim to require an equal amount of renunciation.
Most had already been shopping the counterculture for higher truths, like those offered by Guru Maharaji, Sri Chinmoy, Paramahansa Yogananda, Transcendental Meditation and peyote buttons. Yet they were also responding to beliefs well rooted in the common soil of modern America.
Even today, in a more strait-laced era, a Gallup poll finds that 22 percent of all Americans believe in reincarnation, 25 percent in astrology, 42 percent in possession by the devil and 72 percent in angels. Regarding U.F.O.'s, 45 percent think such spacecraft have visited Earth; 12 percent believe that they have seen one themselves. Most people find accommodations between the religious mainstream and their own sidelong rivulets.
The members of The Two's initial group of followers were, of course, more accommodating than most. But in many cases, mainline churches had provided them with conceptual bridges to their conversion.
Christianity had not kept its hold on Michael Conyers, 23, a musician. But it taught him the ''Saviour myth,'' as he put it: that a special being must ''save'' people before they can get to heaven. There was also the ''hierarchy idea,'' the notion that clerical go-betweens must lead the way to God.
Lee Ann Fenton, 19, studying biology in college on a scholarship, had been reared as a Catholic. The church offered her ancient rituals, but what she wanted was immediate salvation: ''I wanted to overcome the human condition in this life, not the next.''
Dick Joslyn, 26, a college graduate and former Navy missile-launching officer, was fascinated by the subconscious. In The Two, he sensed people with an entree into the depths of the mind. He liked the fact that they did without the usual trappings of grandiosity, the flowing robes and burning incense.
The day after the meeting at Ms. Culpepper's house, Mr. Joslyn met privately with Mr. Applewhite. ''I know you're not con artists,'' he recalled saying nervously. ''That means, either you're who you say you are, or you're absolutely mad.''
''That's right, Dick. Which do you think we are?''
To believe the former, he would have to lay dynamite across his life, giving up his parents, his car, his apartment and his career as a model. Things had just begun to go his way. His face was about to enter millions of homes. Dressed as a skydiver, he would stare out from boxes of Kellogg's Corn Flakes.
Still, he decided to join. Within days, he was among those trying to find their way to the holy ground along the Rogue River. Symbolically, the spot was marked with a cardboard lamb. The Two were now spiritual shepherds of a flock. Scorning the use of human names in favor of those in a nursery rhyme, they called themselves Bo and Peep.
The acolytes did not know what to expect -- and neither did The Two. They would later admit that the sudden appearance of this retinue had left them addled. What were they to do with 20 dependents?
First, they had to keep them busy. Mr. Applewhite could talk about the Next Level for only so long. He sent people into the woods to listen for God.
Inevitably, there was restlessness within the group, sometimes even impertinence. People wanted to know, When is the spaceship coming? The Two said it could happen at any time, probably within three months, certainly within a year. Patience was stressed as one of the Next Level's tests.
Days later, The Two finally devised an agenda. They would remake the flock in their own image, sending them out two by two as penniless missionaries to traverse America. Hardships were instructional, they said. The twosomes would suffer cold, fatigue and rebuke. They were to ask for people's charity, but they were never to beg or steal. The Two delivered no more homilies, as they had to Sharon Morgan, about thieves in the night.
The plan was to reconvene two months later in a Wyoming campground. Most did so, though others dropped out. The reward to the faithful was to be around when the mission went public.
Meetings were soon arranged for school auditoriums. It was an exciting time, followers say. Although Bo and Peep were growing ever more shy in talking about spaceships, their new zealots could not hold back the bait. Posters said ''The Two'' would speak about U.F.O.'s: ''Why they are here. Who they have come for.''
The most successful meeting took place in September 1975, at a motel in the seaside town of Waldport, Ore. Within days, 20 new disciples abandoned their possessions, said goodbye forever to loved ones and went off with what was quickly becoming known as ''the U.F.O. cult.''
''It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity,'' David Van Sinderen, 27, told friends. A highly personable man with a ponytail and a passion for environmental causes, he hailed from a prominent Connecticut family. His father was the chief executive of the Southern New England Telephone Company.
Along with David was his 22-year-old girlfriend, Susan Strom, a botany student about to graduate from Oregon State University. Her father was a well-known lawyer in Omaha who later became a Federal judge. Soon after Ms. Strom's departure, she wrote to her family, saying, ''The only way I reconciled leaving you is that I can help you from the Next Level, God's Kingdom.''
These vanishings understandably upset those left behind. The police were called. Detectives were hired. Journalists snooped.
A few weeks later, as The Two brought their message to Chicago, the story sprang into the national news. The CBS anchorman Walter Cronkite reported: ''A score of persons from a small Oregon town have disappeared. It's a mystery whether they've been taken on a so-called trip to eternity -- or simply been taken.''
Dick Joslyn was ecstatic at this brush fire of publicity. He recalled thinking, ''Now Bo and Peep will do the 'demonstration' and get killed and prove who they are, and we'll all go on the ascension.''
But The Two were in a fright. They had wanted the light of attention but not the heat of scrutiny. So they went into hiding.
The Disciples
Hands Are Busy, But Not Minds
The flock was dispatched on road trips, with The Two staying in touch through a secretive relay of phone messages and notes sent to post office boxes. The group had about 200 people at the time, former followers estimate.
The press had been highly skeptical of The Two, and what they craved now was control of their public image. They agreed to help two writers, Hayden Hewes and Brad Steiger, in the writing of a book. They assumed the writers to be sympathetic, but the book, ''U.F.O. Missionaries Extraordinary'' (Pocket Books, 1976), disappointed them. It did not proclaim The Two's divinity.
The authors did not suggest any deception on the part of The Two. ''We did voice-stress tests,'' Mr. Steiger recalled. ''They believed what they were saying.'' In fact, The Two wanted to time the publication of the book to coincide with their anticipated assassinations. Failing that, they proposed starving themselves to death, Mr. Steiger said.
Nine months went by before the flock came back together, in June 1976, this time in Medicine Bow National Forest in Wyoming. The Two had declared the recruiting of souls complete. Now it was time to ''clarify the butter,'' as Mrs. Nettles put it, separating the pure from the impure.
Only 100 members were left in the group -- and some of them were not sufficiently serious, smoking marijuana or having sex. These were intolerable transgressions. Stop it or go, The Two declared. And many left.
There was another announcement that disillusioned some people. The Next Level had sent word that the ''demonstration'' was off. Character assassination by the media had been demonstration enough.
All that winnowing left fewer than 70 disciples. They made up the ''class,'' preparing for the Next Level with lessons from The Two, who renamed themselves after notes on the musical scale, Ti, for Mrs. Nettles, and Do, for Mr. Applewhite.
The class teachings were improvised. The Two claimed no individual memories of their lives on the Next Level, saying knowledge came to them through psychic communication from the ''fathers.'' The Next Level was a place without sex, each body born much as a flower sprouts from a vine. Every being had one ''older member'' to guide it. Mrs. Nettles, for instance, was Mr. Applewhite's father in a parental chain that led all the way to a ''chief of chiefs.''
The Two admitted that much about the Next Level perplexed even them. In class, one would sometimes mutter to the other, ''No, that's not right.'' They would excuse themselves and go off to iron things out.
This period in the group's past, 1976 to 1979, could be called the campground phase. During this time, the students slept in tents, and The Two slept in a small camping trailer. Warm months were spent in the Rocky Mountains, cold ones in Texas.
Money was little problem. David Van Sinderen had access to a trust fund, a possession he had not been urged to leave behind. The total in the fund was unknown to other group members, though Lee Ann Fenton, who did much of the bookkeeping, says $300,000 to $400,000 is a reasonable estimate.
The money financed something like a holy boot camp. Each day was structured down to the minute. The goal was to cleanse the mind of its sense of self. Prohibited activities included trusting one's judgment, inappropriate curiosity and any desire for attention.
Partners were assigned, with one acolyte watching the other's obedience to the regimen. Each bathed in six minutes, using exactly a gallon of water. They worked in 12-minute segments, returning to a command post for a new assignment or simply standing and meditating about the satisfactions of providing service to the group.
''When you'd get a bad thought, you'd tell yourself it wasn't you, it was an agent of Lucifer,'' Michael Conyers said.
Experiments were tried. People would concentrate for hours on the pitch of a tuning fork. Or they would wear blinder-like visors so they could see only straight ahead.
Yet complete focus was elusive. The self seemed an invincible companion. Some members of the group even found themselves counterproductively competing for status, thinking about how they could think less than the next person. Others thought obsessively about failures, thinking endlessly about why they thought so much.
Nick Cooke, 36, was a sculptor who had deserted his 10-year-old daughter to join the group. He quit in defeat two years later. Others seemed better able to shed the self ''and it bothered me -- and it bothered me that it bothered me,'' he said.
For those who stayed, bonds formed, not just to The Two but to one another. That was one of the paradoxes. The disciples had forsaken one family for another.
Days were often fun. The Two were not humorless; they acted with gentleness. ''They were more like parental figures or that cool high school teacher you thought so much of -- not quite your buddy, but someone you could talk to,'' Mr. Joslyn said.
Group members were permitted to occupy their spare time with ''approved'' games, like Yahtzee, Clue and croquet. They read mysteries. They watched a television powered by a generator. Mr. Applewhite would point out the all-too-human frailties of contestants on ''The Price is Right.''
During the nights, small teams of stargazers kept a vigil, watching for that magic gash of speeding light that might be a spaceship. After all, it could come at any time.
Once, in a South Texas campground, Mrs. Nettles felt sure of a telepathic communique from the Next Level: Their spaceship was about to come in. Everyone packed up. They waited all atwitter through the night, but nothing happened.
''Well, I feel like I have egg on my face,'' she apologized at daybreak.
Yet after that letdown, and after others as well, the faith of most followers remained intact. That kind of acceptance is typical for members of the many groups over time that have believed in specific dates for a U.F.O.'s descent, or the messiah's arrival or the Second Coming. When predictions fail, belief often grows stronger. The disappointed claim that the unfulfilled prophecy had merely been a test of their faith or a misreading of portents.
When longtime disciples did leave The Two, they rarely quit because of a rupture in belief. More often, it was out of boredom or a rebellion against the rules or frustration with their own progress.
One night in 1977, Mr. Joslyn sneaked out of the campsite in Wyoming. He stumbled through the darkness until he found the road. The wind was groaning, and he was scared, half-expecting The Two to drive up and confront him with his betrayal. He walked all night. At dawn, he sat down for breakfast at a truck stop outside Cheyenne, Wyo. He studied the place hard -- the dreariness of the cafe, the dead-end lives of the truckers and the waitresses. This is what the world has to offer, he thought.
Mr. Joslyn hitchhiked home to the campground. He was back before lunch.
He would stay another 12 years.
The Temptations
Finding Demons Inside and Out
In 1979, the group moved indoors. Attrition had culled it to 40 members or so, numbers easily accommodated in two or three houses. Some members expressed reservations: Would a spaceship be able to find them in the lights of residential sprawl?
The Denver suburb of Wheat Ridge was the group's first location. Later, they hopscotched across the Southwest. The Dallas area was a repeated choice. The Two were fanatics about security, afraid of meddlesome authorities and the desperate detective work of scuttled families. The group rarely stayed in one place more than six months.
They did not skimp on rent. ''Ti and Do said the Next Level did not want us living in meager means,'' said Ms. Fenton, the bookkeeper.
Usually, the group took a separate house for The Two. At times, they also rented mountaintop chalets in the Rockies.
Good use was made of John Craig, who was 41 when he joined in 1975. In his earlier life, he had been a wealthy real estate developer, and he had six children. His expertise at negotiating leases was of great benefit. Ms. Fenton said Mr. Craig had also contributed support from a family inheritance.
By 1981, some members began to get jobs. The Two wanted the group to become financially self-sufficient. By then, Mr. Van Sinderen's trust fund was running low, Ms. Fenton said, though there would remain enough for occasional $10,000 withdrawals in emergencies. (The fund was entirely depleted by 1989, she said, although Mr. Van Sinderen ''rediscovered'' $30,000 to $40,000 in annuities in 1991.)
There was risk in allowing people to take outside jobs. With so many people going in and out, there might be a breach in security. And members would be exposing themselves to the world's temptations, though Do and Ti believed that most of the flock was well-immunized against such infection.
Still, secretiveness could not be stressed enough. Only menial work was accepted at first, nothing that related to one's actual skills. Applications were filled out with fictions. People drove without licenses.
''We only began to use our real names when we were sure no one was looking anymore,'' Ms. Fenton said.
Members then sought better jobs suiting their talents. Even then, subterfuge was deemed necessary. Phony resumes were submitted, which required elaborate ruses. Phone numbers for out-of-state ''references'' would ring back to the house through call-forwarding. Members pretended to be past bosses and dispensed high praise.
Margaret Richter, a high school valedictorian, was a computer whiz. David Geoffrey Moore was a master mechanic. Susan Paup was a technical writer. They were among the dependable who never had any trouble finding work. Employers were invariably pleased. Group members were punctual, impeccably groomed and collegial but not gossipy. They ate bag lunches.
Quite rapidly -- and with only a dozen or so working -- the group's after-tax annual income rose to $300,000 to $400,000, Ms. Fenton said. These were ample sums for frugal people living communally.
Members without jobs worked in the houses. Each day required intricate scheduling that endlessly dealt with minutiae: who would peel carrots, who would bag garbage, who would drive whom to work. A Procedures Book, big as a phone directory, was kept. It mandated the direction for pulling a razor while shaving and the proper circumference of a pancake. The lesson here was not so much that there was a single right way to do things but that unquestioning obedience was essential for a Next Level mind.
In the mornings, people left home with exactly $5 in spending money and 25 cents for a phone call; each penny had to be accounted for. At times, there were assigned seats for class sessions, and even for watching television.
Clothing was generally purchased by The Two, avowed masters of mall shopping, especially at T.J. Maxx and Burlington Coat Factory. Apparel, even underwear, was shared. Any attachment to a favorite garment was deplored.
Some of these practices had an obvious self-squelching function. Others were merely experimental. Different sleep cycles were tried. Special diets included all pasta, all vegetables, all protein-enriched Kool-Aid and dinner rolls. For a month, the group drank a concoction of water, lemon juice, maple syrup and cayenne pepper. Various enemas were employed for purification.
Everyone has human addictions, the group was taught. Ms. Fenton was addicted to ''giving and receiving affection.'' Mr. Joslyn was addicted to egotism. Mr. Craig was addicted to stubbornness. Angela Skala was addicted to pie.
Yet ridding oneself of addictions -- or even simple bad habits -- could become an addiction of its own. The human ''vehicle'' could get used to any regime and then crave it, members were told. Now and then, a satisfied vegetarian was confronted with a meal of sloppy joes.
There was one addiction, however, whose cure could not be considered addictive. This was sex. Abstinence was never to make the heart grow fonder. Sex was forbidden -- doing it, thinking it, dreaming it. Sleeping arrangements were often segregated by sex, though gay men slept with women and lesbians with men.
Violators of sexual taboos were expected to announce their lapses to the class, though the confessing was restricted to euphemisms like ''a major sensual slippage'' so as not to stimulate anyone inadvertently. Full details were then either told to Ti and Do or written to them in a note.
''Shame and fear were your impetus to keep under control,'' Michael Conyers said. ''You were trying to define yourself as a pure vessel'' in the leader's mind, he explained. ''Your punishment was him denying you his approval.''
In private, Mr. Applewhite could be sympathetic. He understood heterosexuality, he said. He understood homosexuality as well. He called them both primitive, animalistic acts, but Mr. Conyers recalled him saying, '' 'Heterosexuals were less evolved than homosexuals, who had at least overcome the attraction to women.' ''
Men, Mr. Applewhite said, were less able than women to control the physical valves of carnal need. Steven McCarter had a problem with sexual fantasies. Michael Fiester sometimes had an unwanted orgasm at the movies. Most everyone became aroused from time to time.
The most sex-beset members pressed Mr. Applewhite to consider the one obvious solution. Why not undergo castration?
The thought, some recall, made Mr. Applewhite cringe.
Grief and Doubts
An 'Older Member' Moves On Alone
Bonnie Nettles lost an eye to cancer in 1983, but exactly when this trained nurse accepted the reality of oncoming death is unclear. Her doctor at the time told her that the disease was probably coursing through her body, said a former group member who insisted on being identified by the pseudonym ''Sawyer.'' Mrs. Nettles scolded the doctor for his ignorance.
To the group, Do without Ti was as hard to imagine as the sun coming up without light. Mrs. Nettles and Mr. Applewhite felt the same. Every heavenly voice they had ever heard spoke of an ascent together, side by side into the stars.
But the cancer was not done. It moved downriver to her liver. In the summer of 1985, Mrs. Nettles, using the false name Shelly West, died in Parkland Hospital in Dallas. Mr. Applewhite later said: ''Ti experienced no symptoms prior to the week she left her vehicle, and for the most part, her vehicle slept through the transition. We're not exactly sure how many days it might have taken her to return to the Next Level.''
But if her spirit had been willing, her flesh had not. Her ''broken-down vehicle'' was left behind, its ashes spread in a serene Texas lake. This leftover body -- clearly earthbound -- would have puzzled the group a few years before, but a major shift in thinking had already occurred.
The Two were always trying to tune into the Next Level as if it were some distant radio station blurred by static. At times, they heard something that required a major theological update, and such was the case with the matter of physical ascension. The human form, as it turned out, was not always supposed to remain on Earth. To the contrary, a parallel body with a different molecular structure -- grown as a human mastered Next Level knowledge -- was the one usually ordained for heaven.
With this the case, there seemed no need to mourn Mrs. Nettles, yet Mr. Applewhite made no secret of his sense of loss. She was his ''older member,'' his guide through their shared awakening. He said he was unsure if he could lead the class on his own, even with her encouragement from the Next Level.
Mr. Applewhite now sometimes seemed grief-worn, his ballast gone. To Lee Ann Fenton, he appeared to want a way out, ''his own disease or his own suicide.''
Once, while he was in the mountains with only Ms. Fenton and a handful of group members, the grand purpose of Mr. Applewhite's life seemed to be unspooling, and he confided doubts.
''Am I crazy?'' she recalled him asking. ''Should I tell everyone to go home?''
A Fresh Start
A Cautious Look For New Converts
In 1988, Mr. Applewhite returned to the question that had confounded him and Mrs. Nettles from their first days on the road: What to do with what he knew?
His Next Level fathers wanted the prophecies spread. Mr. Applewhite sensed that. They were placing ideas into the minds of creative humans.
How else could one explain movies like ''Star Wars''? he asked the group. Who else was Luke Skywalker if not Do in his long struggle against the forces of the devil?
But from experience, Mr. Applewhite knew all too well that going public was hard. So the group would re-emerge cautiously, at first doing a small mailing to New Age centers on behalf of the Next Level, rebutting loose talk about ''hostile space aliens'' who were supposed to be abducting humans and even eating them. Members also went to Sexaholics Anonymous meetings in Los Angeles, sharing what they billed as better methods for ebbing the libido.
But Mr. Applewhite knew that more needed to be done, much more. He once again told the class that decampment for the Next Level seemed imminent. The close of this ''age'' was at hand. Lucifer now controlled Earth. Humans must perish. They would be ''spaded under.''
In 1992, the group, then living in Laguna Hills, Calif., paid to broadcast 12 of its homemade videotapes via satellite. In 1993, it published long screeds as advertisements in newspapers worldwide. At all times, it offered to answer the letters of anyone interested in what was then being called the ''final offer.''
Few responded, which Mr. Applewhite found unsettling. He believed that he had an obligation to troll the planet for any humans ready for Next Level education.
The class had now dwindled to about 25. Some of the most faithful had left: Michael Conyers in 1988, Dick Joslyn in 1990, Lee Ann Fenton in 1991 and Michael Fiester in 1992.
Mr. Applewhite, so sensitive to the Apocalypse's approaching flames, was confounded by all this human indifference. Still, he felt duty-bound to deliver his prophecies. In 1994, the group sold most of its possessions, except for its cars, vans and portable computers, split into four evangelical teams and once again hit the road.
Reflecting back across the millennia, Mr. Applewhite wondered whether Christ had not tried hard enough. As Sawyer said, ''Do thought Jesus had probably made a mistake -- getting bumped off too early.''
Sawyer -- as he calls himself -- is a gaunt man with a scruffy underhang of beard. During his 19 years in the group, he was close to Mr. Applewhite but longed to be closer.
''I felt Do was my father -- I still do,'' he said. He envied the greater spiritual contact that others enjoyed. After Mrs. Nettles died, her place at Do's side was generally taken by women, most often Susan Strom and Julie LaMontagne, who was a nurse.
Unable to lessen the distance, Sawyer blamed himself. He had failed to obliterate his sensual nature fully.
''I was a male with a male's sensual vibrations, and perhaps Do couldn't stand to be around me,'' Sawyer said. ''Do was homosexual, so he partnered himself with females to remove temptation.''
To smother the ashes of his sexual drive, Sawyer wanted to be castrated. The group had occasionally discussed the procedure. From a practical point of view, Mr. Applewhite could see its merits; after all, it is commonly done on animals other than humans. Still, he hesitated to grant his approval. ''Do worried about someone going to the police and saying, 'Look what they made me do!' '' Sawyer said.
But over the course of a few years, Sawyer and other men tried hard to convince him. ''This was really no different than olden days when manservants to the queen would be castrated so they couldn't try anything,'' Sawyer said.
Finally, Mr. Applewhite allowed inquiries to be made. American doctors routinely said no, but a surgeon's assistant in Mexico was willing enough. In 1993, Steven McCarter -- perhaps the group's most gung-ho disciple -- won a coin flip against Sawyer and became the first to have his testicles removed. The operation, which is not complicated, was nevertheless botched. Mr. McCarter's scrotum failed to drain properly, resulting in massive swelling.
''Do felt terrible,'' Sawyer said. ''He wanted to turn himself in to the police. He felt he had let a student do something that was improper, but I said, 'No. Do, let's take it a step at a time.' And that next step was to take Steven to a hospital.''
In years ahead, Mr. Applewhite and seven others were castrated. By then, Sawyer, feeling compelled to do some thinking while outside the group, had left. Presumably, he said, ''they went ahead after finding a better doctor to do it.''
In any event, the group's focus for 1994 would shift singlemindedly toward cross-country proselytizing. Mr. Applewhite was superseding the group's ''final offer'' with what he now called the ''last chance.'' As in his early days as a prophet, he expected to provide a ''demonstration.'' His murder would be followed by his ascent.
''He thought we'd be killed in the streets, zapped by fundamentalists or something,'' Sawyer said. ''He wanted to be more than just the 250th Jesus to come along.''
Sometimes, Mr. Applewhite allowed himself optimism about his soul-saving campaign. He wondered aloud how he would handle things if thousands wanted to join. He joked: What if a U.F.O. lands on the White House lawn and its occupants order the President to cooperate?
But the group traveled for nine months with little to show for it. While it grew to 45 people, most of the recruits were ''lost sheep,'' members who had quit and now wanted back in. There had been some heckling from audiences, even derision, but no assassin ever unsheathed a weapon.
So what of Mr. Applewhite's ''demonstration?'' At times, he grew sullen, followers said. He speculated, Maybe we are supposed to provoke a Government attack? (Indeed, with vague notions of that in mind, the group purchased two rifles, three revolvers and two semiautomatic pistols in the following year. Many felt uneasy around the firearms, however, and they were put into storage.)
There was another, more obvious way to die, of course. It required no outside participants. Do had considered it for years: Must he be the candle? Or could he be the flame?
In mid-August in 1994, while in Boston, Mr. Applewhite suggested that ''it may be necessary to take things into our own hands,'' Sawyer recalled.
By September, the group had moved to a warehouse near San Clemente, Calif. Do's mood had swung back to good cheer, but he was still mulling over the means to a fatal end.
Off to one side of the building were offices. Mr. Applewhite called a meeting to discuss suicide. He had done some research. There were potions to make it painless, he said.
He asked, Did anyone have qualms about such a death? ''A few actually said they did, though they were newcomers,'' recalled Sawyer, who was then still in the group. ''There were a couple of others who said that while they'd do it, it was a fearful thought.''
The leader nodded. He was only checking. It was just something to think about.
The Sure Sign
Casting Aside Earthly Vehicles
Mr. Applewhite knew he had been wrong before. With or without Ti helping him, Next Level information was hard to decipher. That had always been the unnerving part of the mission. He needed sure signs.
In July 1995, astronomers sighted the Comet Hale-Bopp. Its icy core was an astonishing 25 miles wide. Such a titan appears maybe once in 200 years.
To the group, that would have been intriguing enough, but there was more. Someone had photographed a small, trailing shower of light. U.F.O. buffs would spread the rumor: A spaceship was approaching in the comet's wake.
By the fall of 1996, the group was running a computer-consulting business and living in a gated estate in affluent Rancho Sante Fe, Calif., where extravagant houses were spread far apart and zoning laws banned street lights, preserving a skyward view of brilliant, starry nights.
The group bought a top-of-the-line telescope, then returned it. Spotting the U.F.O. might not have been that important to them. They were avid students of heavenly transportation. Spaceships, they had often read, could make themselves invisible at will.
For most members, mass suicide now seemed like a great relief. They were very frightened. Do's earthly vehicle was 65 years old and beginning to show the relentless disrepair of age. What if he were to leave them, just as Ti had done?
Instead, with barbiturates and vodka, they could all outlast mortality, they thought. Farewell videos were bequeathed to the world. Happy prospects were written across the exiting faces.
Do himself left various words of parting. After the suicides -- and before the ''spading under'' of all earthly life -- there would be a brief window of time for those who wanted to join the group, he said. The preferred locations would be in the West or Southwest. Calling out the names Ti or Do would alert the spacecraft.
Otherwise, the class for overcoming humanness was over. It had gone on for 24 years, at least as people here on Earth would measure it.
On the Next Level, this was only a flutter in time. Do did the precise calculations before he left.
He had been teaching the humans for 31 minutes.


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Sunday, January 6, 2013
If I would have made a New Year's resolution, I might have told myself to resist buying photography books. I have quite a few, although not a collection to compare with 7-year-old Isaac Godsey of Lawrence and his nearly 700 Pez dispensers. I guess everyone has his or her weakness.
Here are some notable book finds from last year.
I recently stumbled on National Geographic photographer William Albert Allard's 2008 "Portraits of America." It's an excellent collection of images from many of Allard's Geographic assignments in America, including series on the Amish, minor-league baseball, rodeo culture and the blues music culture. Classic color photojournalism at its finest. Originally $60, there are several new copies of this 256-page book for $5.99 at Half Price Books, 1519 W. 23rd St.
While we're talking about Allard, if you like "how-to" books, especially those that take you behind the scenes on how a photograph develops in the frame and how a photographer works a scene, Allard's 1989 "The Photographic Essay" is one I recommend. Or I thought so, until I just looked up prices online. Paperback copies are going from $40 used to $265 new. Did I mention that the photography book market can be a little crazy? If you happen to buy the right book by the right photographer and wait several years, you can wind up with a collectible.
For Christmas, I received "Short Nights of the Shadow Catcher: The Epic Life and Immortal Photographs of Edward Curtis" by Timothy Egan. Egan won the National Book Award in 2006 for his book on the Dust Bowl, "Worst Hard Times." This book describes Curtis as "Indiana Jones with a camera" and traces his career and obsession of documenting, in photographs, the "continent's original inhabitants before the old ways disappeared." Great reading and wonderful research on Egan's part with some photographs included.
Maybe the most humorous book on photography I've ever run across is "Pring's Photographer's Miscellany; Stories, Techniques, Tips & Trivia." The title pretty much describes this small, 96-page book. It manages to cover everything from the color temperature of moonlight – 4100 Kelvin — to an 1867 article on how to make photographs on wood. Several quotes are sprinkled throughout, including these gems:
- "There are no bad pictures; that's just how your face looks sometimes." — Abraham Lincoln
- "I believe in equality for everyone, except reporters and photographers." — Mahatma Gandhi
If you want to see an excellent photography exhibit and then get the accompanying book of the show, you should not miss Terry Evans' retrospective at the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art in Kansas City, Mo., on exhibit through Jan 20. Evans, born in Kansas City in 1944, attended KU in the late '60s and majored in painting and commercial art. Her show and book "Heartland: The Photographs of Terry Evans" lead viewers on a tour of diverse subjects and projects, many from Kansas and spanning a career starting in 1971.
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Unit in Beyond Earth
|Base Unit Strength
Game infoEdit
- Naval aircraft carrier. Requires Fabrication technology.
The Carrier acts as a mobile base for aircraft. This means that aircraft can be rebased to and from Carriers within range, and perform combat missions from Carriers.
A Carrier can hold only one aircraft at start, but can be upgraded to hold two, or three with the appropriate perks. Carriers are generally the first unit players can unlock to make aircraft more mobile and used in assault and they also require no resources, unlike the Aquilon.
Unit Upgrades Edit
Tier 1 (Non Affinity) Edit
Carriers are the primary unit used for aircraft transportation. Being very fragile and unable to engage in combat directly they require constant maintenance and protection from especially Gunboats and Submarines.
|Tier 1 (Carrier)
|Tech Prerequisites
|Affinity Prerequisites
|Resource Cost
|No requirement
|Production Cost
|190 Production
|Combat Strength
|18 Strength
|Perk Choice A
|Perk Choice B
|Can carry 1 aircraft, Unable to declare attacks
Tier 2 (Affinity) Edit
Carriers take on the appearance of their sponsor's Affinity into the end of the mid-game, but carry with them powerful perks. Able to carry up to potentially three aircraft now, carriers are specialised to provide regenerative, strength or range based benefits, depending on Affinity. They have also become slightly more durable and are able to handle a few additional hits from potential threats.
|Tier 2 (Hydra)
|Tier 2 (Bastion)
|Tier 2 (Shepherd)
|Tech Prerequisites
|Affinity Prerequisites
|10 Harmony
|10 Purity
|10 Supremacy
|Resource Cost
|No requirement
|No requirement
|No requirement
|Production Cost
|370 Production
|370 Production
|370 Production
|Combat Strength
|42 Strength
|42 Strength
|42 Strength
|Perk Choice A
|+10HP heal for onboard aircraft per turn
|+20% Strength for onboard aircraft
|+2 for onboard Aircraft
|Perk Choice B
|+1 Capacity as base for aircraft
|+1 Capacity as base for aircraft
|+1 Capacity as base for aircraft
|Can carry 2 aircraft, unable to declare attacks
|Can carry 2 aircraft, unable to declare attacks
|Can carry 2 aircraft, unable to declare attacks
Strategy Edit
The Carrier offers unparalleled range power projection. Between its own movement and the range of its aircraft, a Carrier has a maximum single-turn striking range of between 7 and 16 tiles depending on upgrades, perks, and quest choices. Of course, this all comes at a cost---a fully upgraded and loaded Carrier has cost comparable to end-game Wonders!
Though slightly more durable than the Gunboat, the Carrier is slower and still quite vulnerable to direct attack. A picket of Gunboats, and perhaps hovering units in the later game, will help detect and intercept enemies before they can spot your Carrier. Enemy aircraft cannot be intercepted in this way; against these, the Carrier must rely on its own aircraft for defense.
The Observatory building quest offers a global +2 for all naval units. This is a great advantage in both getting to the combat zone quickly and in ensuring you get the first shot.
Outside of combat, the Carrier can aid in transferring aircraft between cities, either by ferrying them or by acting as a stepping-stone.
It is worth noting however, that if you choose to pursue Supremacy and build Vindicators (which have a perk choice of being able to carry aircraft), then the number of vessels required to escort the carrier will be able to carry the aircraft themselves, therefore reducing the need for the carrier.
In Universe information Edit
Because of the great expenditure in resources and effort required to built a Carrier, these large ships were absent for considerable time from colonial navies. After all, survival and economical development were paramount in the infant days of each colony.
But once the basics were covered, and colonies started to extend their territory, the need for power projection was felt acutely, and all military commanders know that few combat machines project power the way aircraft do. Thus the first Carriers were constructed. These were very similar to their cousins from Old Earth - projected for horizontal flight aircraft, with a length of 150 – 250 meters, and displacing between 9800 and 20000 tons. A variety of light weapons were included, but none sufficiently powerful for anything more than defensive action.
As colonial technology developed, and new, different models of aircraft were adopted, Carriers also changed. Their plans now included SVTOL operations, and this led to multiple novel configurations, including pontoon platforms, or double-hull models driven by nuclear hydro-pulsejets. These new Carriers prove very effective for projecting power far beyond the fringes of the colony, both against alien targets and against other colonies.
Civilopedia Entry
It took quite some time for Carriers to appear among the extraterrestrial colonies. This was due to the high construction cost, both in resources and dry-dock facilities. As such, construction of these large, multi-purpose vessels could not begin until the necessities for survival and success had been secured.
The initial ships were comparable to the WWII-era carriers of old Earth. They were roughly 150 to 250 meters in length with a beam of 21 to 28 meters, displacing between 9800 and 20000 tonnes. The ships included a variety of light armaments and a flight deck configured for horizontal launch of Aircraft.
As the colony's Aircraft began to evolve, so did their Carriers. Experimental designs led to vessels which focused on SVTOL air operations. This shift provided a number of distinctive configurations, ranging from pontoon platforms to dual-hull ships driven by nuclear hydro-pulsejets. Whether they were defending against alien life or attacking other outposts, these various Carriers proved useful for projecting air power beyond the settled fringes of the colonies.


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The sixth selfie is the one that women would use on average, while men were happy with their image on the fourth try.
Just getting their photograph taken made 64% of women feel anxious, according to the OnePoll survey commissioned by the ITV breakfast show Good Morning Britain which spoke to 2,000 women, 2,000 men and 1,000 children aged eight to 17.
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• Mobility and Motor Control Issues
Disabilities that affect motor control and mobility will have a significant impact on the type of toy you choose. Too heavy and you may not be able to hold it, the wrong shape and it may not rest in your hand. Before you pick out a toy consider where you want to use the toy and if you'll be able to reach all the way with it in your hand. Will you be able to manipulate as well as apply pressure while keeping a hold of it? For those that can answer yes to some or all of these questions it will be easy to choose a toy, but for those whose answers were far more negative there are a few easy solutions.
Choose a toy that can be used with a remote like the smooth egg shaped Bsoft Premium that rests on the body without being held in place or if you tend to drop things because of spasms try a vibrator or dildo with a loop at the end like the Isla from LELO so you don't have to keep stopping to pick it up. And these toys are both extremely sturdy so if they are dropped they'll keep on going.
For men with erectile difficulties an extender or hollow strap-on like the ones from Fetish Fantasy will sheath a flaccid penis allowing for them to participate in sexual intercourse with their partner, granting access to what may have been a previously denied point of intimacy.
• Decreased Sensation
When sensations are decreased you'll want to ensure that your vibrator is reverberating at full power because a soft motor will not likely get your own motor running. For those that suffer through issues with decreased sensitivity experimenting with sensation toys like clamps, paddles, and whips are often used, but should be done so carefully so that they can be felt but remain safe. Shorter lengths will add more control for new users while a paddle like the Scandal Paddle offers more precision aiming.
• Increase Sensation
If you feel everything more than most you won't want a motor that beats a frenzy or anything with a sticky or rough surface. Opt instead for smooth dildos and low powered vibrators like the Picobong Tano or the OCO D2.
• Fatigue
If you get tired easily you'll want a toy that isn't too heavy and difficult to hold on to. Avoid glass toys, their dense material is extremely heavy, and keep toys small enough to hold in a single hand. Lay on vibrators or panty vibes are a great alternative for those that don't think they'll be able to hold on for the long run, and they're a lot of fun too when you slip your panties on for a night out with the vibrator tucked inside.
Sex toys are enjoyed by disabled people for the same reasons that anyone else likes to play with they: they're fun and make you feel good, they offer variety, provide a means for experimenting sexually, and to have some fun and kinky sex! But they can also serve as an import tool to assist them with difficulties whether they are sexual, physical, mental, or sensory.
- http://www.iidc.indiana.edu/pages/Sexuality-and-People-with-Disabilities
- http://goaskalice.columbia.edu/answered-questions/other-half-sex-and-disabilities-info-partner-without-disability
- http://www.academia.edu/2241679/Database_of_Sexuality_and_Disability_Resources
- http://therosecentre.ca/
- http://www.touchingbase.org/workshops-and-training/pdat
- http://disabilityhorizons.com/2014/07/disability-and-sex-lets-be-frank-about-sex-toys/
- http://www.healthdirect.gov.au/disability-and-sexuality


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What do we buy or do, when in need of leisurely distraction? Anger Management depicts the fun and ridicule of a Western pastime; It's an actual existing game.. The car still seems to be the eminent symbol of status and financial value that one would never imagine confronting with demolition hammers, for sheer fun. An alienating human experiment, the absurdity of the situation may make the viewer both frown and snigger.
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Here, 9th grade math worksheet5 on math is given. You can do the problems on this worksheet and also check whether the answer you have got is correct.
In this 9th grade math worksheet5, you can find 10 problems on math which are in the level of 9 th grade.
1.Which is bigger ³√3 or
2. Simplify ⁴√64 + ⁴√2500 + ⁶√8
3. √3 + √2 and √3 - √2 are called ____________ surds
4.Two sets are called __________________ sets if they have the same number of elements.
5.Find the angle of a sector whose radius is 21 cm and length of the area is 66 cm.
6.The ratio of area of quadrant of the circle to the area of the semi circle is
7.Find the area of the shaded portion if radius of the circle OA measures 7 cm and AB = DC = 7 cm
8.The equation 3x - 4y = 6, -6x + 8y = -12 has ______________ no of solution.
9.The point of concurrency of the altitudes of a triangle is called __________________
10. The sum of any adjacent angles of a parallelogram is equal to ________
In this 9th grade math worksheet5, you can find 10 problems on math which are in the level of 9 th grade
1. ³√3
2. 8√2
3. Conjugate
4. Equivalent
5. 180 °
6. 1:2
7. 111.56 square cm
8. infinite
9. Orthocentre
10. 180°
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"Mathematics, without this we can do nothing in our life. Each and everything around us is math.
Math is not only solving problems and finding solutions and it is also doing many things in our day to day life. They are:
It subtracts sadness and adds happiness in our life.
It divides sorrow and multiplies forgiveness and love.
Some people would not be able to accept that the subject Math is easy to understand. That is because; they are unable to realize how the life is complicated. The problems in the subject Math are easier to solve than the problems in our real life. When our people are able to solve all the problems in the complicated life, why can we not solve the simple math problems?
Many people think that the subject math is always complicated and it exists to make things from simple to complicate. But the real existence of the subject math is to make things from complicate to simple."


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Wild, rugged and largely undiscovered by those living in the Republic, the Causeway Coastal Route should be on every adventure lover's must-visit list.
Stretching along the glorious Antrim coastline from Belfast to Derry, the Causeway Coastal Route offers an abundance of activities from epic hikes and biking routes to coasteering, surfing and sunrise fishing trips. You could spend weeks meandering along this coastal road and never tire of the place. That said, you can also cram a whole lot in over the course of 48 hours. Around every corner lies a mind-blowing view while cute coffee shops, cosy pubs and boutique guesthouses punctuate the route with blissful regularity.
With so many awesome activities on offer, your biggest challenge is simply going to be which ones to choose! It is not hard to see why Belfast and the Causeway Coast was named the best place to visit in 2018 by the Lonely Planet Guide.
Here we have rounded up everything that you need to know in order to have a cracking 48-hour break. From the essential information about how to get there to the best places to eat and lay your head, here is an action-packed weekend itinerary that will leave all your mates back home green with envy:
The Causeway Coastal Route: Weekend Itinerary
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The Causeway Coastal Route covers a total distance of 212km stretching along the rugged Antrim coast from Belfast to Derry. Home to the famous Giant's Causeway, the Carrick-a-Rede rope bridge, spectacular beaches and an abundance of wildlife, every inch of this spectacular road is blessed with the WOW factor!
Belfast, Northern Ireland's capital and the start of the Causeway Coastal Route route, is located just a two-hour drive from Dublin. From here you can follow the coastline all the way to Derry passing through the beautiful towns of Ballygally, Cushendall, Cushendun, Ballycastle, Ballintoy, Bushmills, Portrush and Portstewart. No matter where you choose to stop along the way, you are guaranteed great food, a beautiful place to lay your head and a plethora of fun
Day 1: Belfast
Located a two-hour drive from Dublin, Belfast with its lively food and bar scene is the perfect place to kick-start a weekend away in style. Those lucky enough to skip out of the door at the office at 4 or 5 pm can be sipping a cocktail in one of Belfast's hip bars, enjoying some live music by 8 pm. And that's allowing time to check in to your hotel and get showered! However, we would highly recommend that you try and skip out the door even earlier if possible as Belfast is a beautiful city to take a stroll around. The street art and cafe culture have breathed new life into this industrial city. And it's also great value for money. With the Euro to Pound exchange rate firmly in our favour, you can dine like a king for a fraction of what you would expect to pay in Dublin.
If you plan to stay a little longer than an evening in Belfast then be sure to check out our 48-hour itinerary for this fabulous city. For such a small place, there is a whole lot to do here!
Hadskis, Commercial Court
Located at the end of what must be the most Instagrammed street in Belfast lies this modern yet understated restaurant. We gorged ourselves on salt and pepper squid, juicy rib-eyes and homemade honeycomb ice-cream and left very happy indeed with ourselves.
Check out our comprehensive guide to the Belfast's best restaurants for the full low-down.
The Cathedral Quarter
We took a walk around the Cathedral Quarter, popping our heads into a number of lively bars along the way. Whether you are looking for a chic cocktail bar or a traditional Irish pub you will find it here. And best of all, every pub has really good quality live music. Check out our guide to Belfast's best pubs to find out more.
The Bullitt Hotel, The Cathedral Quarter
Your holiday starts as soon as you cross the threshold of this fun-filled hotel. Located in the heart of the Cathedral Quarter, it is a popular destination with those looking for a lively night out. From the hotel lobby bar complete with its decks to its delicious restaurant, Taylor and Clay, to Babel, it's rooftop bar, you can have a pretty awesome evening without even leaving the hotel.
The rooms are comfy, understated and there certainly seems to be an emphasis on function in this place. Breakfast comes in a grab bag on the handle of your door – the perfect option for those wanting to make an early getaway the next morning.
The location also can't get much better. Bullitt is located just a 3-minute walk from Commerical Court which is really the hub of Belfast's nightlife. Check out our full list of the coolest hotels in Belfast if you are looking for alternative suggestions.
Day 2: Belfast to Ballycastle
Hit the Causeway Coastal Route in a VW camper
Nothing says freedom quite like the feeling of hitting the road in a vintage VW camper van. Enjoy a slower pace of life as you weave your way along this glorious coastal road. With its chocolate box villages, traditional fishing harbours, pristine beaches and epic geological and historic sights, you'll find yourself stopping every few minutes to absorb it all. And if you don't fancy squeezing yourself into a hammock for the night inside the van, you park it up and head for one of the many boutique guesthouses or hotels along the route. Happy Campers NI rents out a selection of VW camper vans from its base in Newtonards just outside Belfast.
More info: Happy Campers NI
Visit the mythical Cushendun Caves
Formed more than 400 million years ago, it is not hard to see why the Cushendun Caves provided the background for The Stormlands in Game of Thrones. Tucked away in the quaint little village of Cushendun, behind a nondescript block of apartments, the caves are quite a surprise when you find them. Wander right into the imposing cliff face and take a moment to look at the intricate rock formations that surround you before emerging out the other side to a small pebble beach. Offering uninterrupted views across the bay and surrounded by jagged sea stacks and cliffs, you'll have no shortage of photo opps!
Stroll to the Waterfall in Glenariff Forest Park
The 40-minute drive up to the Glenariff Forest Park is an activity in itself. Surrounded by tabletop mountains dropping off to the ocean below, you would be forgiven for thinking you were in Cape Town for just a minute. But in actual fact, it's even more impressive. Tall waterfalls tumble down the electric green cliffs as you near the forest park itself. Once in the park, you can take your pick from three main trails. We highly recommend the Waterfall Trail. Weaving its way down to the valley floor and along the babbling river, it winds its way through the forest to – as you might expect! – a beautiful waterfall. It looks so good, you'd almost take a dip if it weren't so cold. Laragh's Lodge at the end of the 3km trail is the perfect spot to refuel (its scones are to die for), before ambling back up to the car park.
More info: Glenariff Forest Park
Eat and Drink…
Mary McBride's, Cushendun
Step back in time at Mary McBride's in the heart of Cushendun. Enjoy a whiskey tasting in the original 5 x 9ft bar at the front of the premises while owner Cormac tells you stories about the former landlady Mary McBride. Or alternatively, you can cosy up in front of one of the turf fires and enjoy a spot of pub grub. There's the added bonus of live music on Saturday evenings and Sunday afternoons. Many of these sessions have turned into singsongs that last long into the night.
More info: McBrides
The Central Bar, Ballycastle
The fact that this place has a wood burning stove right in the centre of the bar says it all. It's warm, cosy and welcoming. And on the weekends, it's great craic to boot thanks to an impressive line-up of live music acts. And if that isn't enough to entice you, the food is pretty epic too. We gorged on smoked cod straight off the boat, braised beef and oozing chocolate fondants as we made our way through the extensive and utterly delicious cocktail menu.
More info: The Central Wine Bar
Morton's Fish and Chips, Ballycastle
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No trip to the seaside is complete without a visit to the chippie. And boy is Morton's worth the pitstop. Offering gigantic portions of delicious fish and chips, it's not surprising that you will find a queue outside this place all year round. Apparently, the locals phone in their orders in a bid to outsmart the crowds, a trick we'll definitely be trying next time.
More info: Morton's Fish and Chips
Ursa Minor, Ballycastle
When owners Dara and Ciara returned from a stint in New Zealand where they had discovered a new passion for fresh, local produce, they found they struggled to find really good bread in Ireland. Taking matters into their own hands, they started to make their own. The Bakehouse in Ballycastle was born and then, the adjoining cafe, Ursa Minor, became another welcome addition to Ballycastle.
Open Thursday to Saturday, the delicious menu is all about a few things done really well. Bread is the focal point of the menu as you would expect but it's complemented with local produce such as North Coast Smokehouse Salmon and some chutney from the woman next door. The sweet treats are exceptional too!
More info: Ursa Minor
Marine View Hotel, Ballycastle
Ballycastle is a great spot for those looking for a bit of craic. Enjoy a killer cup of coffee and artisan breads in a relaxed setting in Ursa Minor by day. Then by night, enjoy delicious food, live music and plenty of craic at the Central Bar. You certainly won't be bored in Ballycastle! It is also a great launching pad for day trips to Rathlin Island. Located right in the centre of town overlooking the harbour, the Marine View hotel couldn't be more convenient. Nothing is too much trouble for the staff and they are very bike friendly which is always a bonus.
More info: Marine View Hotel
Day 3: Ballycastle to Portstewart
Aquaholics Boat Trip
This should be an absolute must on everyone's to-do list. Departing from Ballycastle, skipper Richard talks you through the myth and history surrounding this unique landscape. He also happens to have worked on Game of Thrones, which is a further bonus for fans of the show. As we bob past Kinbane Castle and onto the Carrick-a-Rede Bridge, Richard tells us that he regularly sees big pods of dolphins and minke whales. And from June onwards he even spots the odd basking shark too. The highlight of the trip for us, however, is undoubtedly the jump off the boat into the North Atlantic sea. Swimming right between the imposing cliff face and sea stacks and under the Carrick-A-Rede rope bridge offers a completely different perspective on this famous attraction. It's a whole lot of fun and highly recommended.
More info: Aquaholics
Take the plunge and go Coasteering
Coasteering is arguably one of the best ways to explore the Causeway coastline. Entertaining, exhilarating and at times terrifying, it involves scrambling along rocks, belly flops and epic cliff jumps as you navigate the route from Ballintoy Harbour. Highlights include the Washing Machine (a bubbly rock pool which is regularly engulfed by waves sending you into a spin) and the (optional) 30ft+ cliff jump at the end of the tour. Bobby and Paul from Coasteering NI are brilliant hosts, ensuring a good old adrenaline-pumping thrill for all ages.
More info: Coasteering NI
Take a Stroll along Whitepark Bay or simply stop to gaze at the view
This pristine beach is one of the very best that Northern Ireland has to offer. And believe us, the standard is high. Tucked away between two headlands, the green of the land, the blue of the sea, the white crashing waves and the pristine golden sand form a picture-perfect setting. The beach is backed by ancient dunes and grasslands carpeted with rare plants, including many orchids. The site is also fossil-rich with archaeological evidence everywhere. It is thought that White Park Bay is one of the first places settled by man in Ireland.
Be sure to visit the tiny town of Portbraddon at the end of the beach. The hamlet is home to an ancient salmon fishing station. Local lore also claims that Portbraddon once contained the smallest church in Ireland. The building in question was originally constructed in the 1950s as a cow byre.
Surf's Up
The north Antrim coast is blessed with some awesome surf. From Portballintrae right along to Downhill beach beyond Portstewart, the coastline has a total of seven good surfing beaches to choose from. White Rocks just on the outskirts of Portrush is a particular favourite of ours while the West Beach in Portrush is probably the most popular with beginners thanks to its consistency and convenience. The beach has a handy car park that is next door to the train station, and, best of all, Alive Surf School offers hot showers for afters. Lessons cost £30 for two hours and include all equipment, tuition, a hot shower and a free drink and snack.
More info: Alive Surf School
Eat and Drink…
Bothy, White Park Bay
This quirky roadside cafe is easy to miss as you whizz by with your eyes firmly fixed on the incredible views. However, it is well worth a stop. With a turf-fired stove and an impressive array of cakes and comfort food, it is the perfect place to refuel and relax. On summer evenings, Bothy hosts pizza evenings in their garden which is lit with fairy lights. Emerging from a large wood-burning oven, the pizzas are lip-smackingly delicious.
More info: Bothy
Ramore, Portrush
This isn't so much one restaurant as five restaurants and a lively pub all under the same roof. The Wine Bar is renowned for its modern and innovative décor, lively atmosphere and its crowd-pleasing menu, which offers up steaks, fish and chips and wood-fired pizzas. The Mermaid focuses on fish and local specials. Neptune and Prawn brings an Asian offering to the table. The Harbour Bistro serves up a contemporary menu with its selection of wood-fired grilled meats. And if that's not enough excitement for you, be sure to pop into the Harbour Bar (mentioned above) which is also part of the same group.
More info: Ramore
The Harbour Bar, Portrush
The Harbour Bar is the perfect combination of old and new. The traditional front bar on the ground floor offers a mean pint of Guinness and a warm welcome. In contrast, the Gin Bar on the first floor offers an impressive range of premium gins and spirits, wood-fired snacks, and live entertainment every night of the week.
More info: The Harbour Bar
Harry's Shack, Portstewart
Locations don't get any better than Harry's Shack. Situated right on Portstewart Strand, it offers incredible views out across the Atlantic and over towards Inishowen. And it's not just the view that is good, the food is top notch too. Expect freshly caught seafood and home-cut chips followed by a scoop of gelato at this fine establishment.
More info: Harry's Shack
Blackrock Guesthouse, Portrush
With its understated beachy themed décor and its breathtaking views across to Portrush Harbour, Blackrock Guesthouse is the perfect place to rest your weary head after a long day of adventure. The large living room, with its gin and whiskey honesty bar, tempts you to stay in for the night. However, the town's lively pubs and restaurants are just a five-minute taxi journey away and are well worth a visit. One of the best things about this place, aside from the epic breakfast, was the hot water bottle in my bed upon my return from the pub!
More info: Blackrock Guesthouse
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