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Antierra Manifesto – blog post #30

[begin blog post #30]

“May I continue with this story Doctor?”

The Doctor’s response is affirmative, even eager:  “I am certainly intrigued, Antierra.  Do continue.”

“According to Altarian research in the matter, and something I can vouch to be true from personal experience, when an ISSA dies, it vanishes, disappears, and there is no contact with those who remain in the vacated dimension.  Death is the process that separates the mind from the body and sends it automatically and without recourse into another dimension.  Few have ever been able to cross that barrier and contact the “dearly departed” and even when that has been claimed, the likelihood of the contactee being in fact the real “dead” person sought is astronomically small – perhaps nonexistent.  As an incarnate on Túat Har I have experimented with the process of contact with the so-called spirit of the dead.   I have made myself available to this experience but never have I been successfully contacted though I have been aware of such attempts being made by “someone” or “something” not of the current dimension I was in.

“To give an example. The psychic mind probe on astral travel seeking dear aunt Julie is wide open to spirit entities who sense the expectations found in the probe and can easily mimic the images.  Aunt Julie shows up, looks right, and says all the right things to the psychic who in turn relays them to the paying client.  But there is no Aunt Julie.  No secrets are shared.  The hidden cache of bonds or gold is not revealed.  Platitudes are exchanged.  Nothing more than expensive and time-wasting navel lint gathering, in my opinion.

“The only thing that is likely to happen is the essentially evil entity attaches itself to the psychic probe and, as a jump scout shuttle attached to a destroyer being “sheared” across a dimensional barrier makes the jump with it, the spirit entity jumps back into the psychic’s dimension and joins the growing host of ghosts, demons, spirits and other disembodied entities who haunt these worlds and seek bodies to inhabit and control.  These are not Avatari who can manifest material bodies from thought; these are failed lives driven by selfish and depraved desires.  Some of the more powerful of these failed lives manage to inveigle themselves into the minds of leaders, teachers, philosophers and engineers on various worlds…”

The doctor interrupts at that point to set me back on track.  “You were going to explain the small space ships we found free-floating in our space.”

“I am sorry to take such a round-about way to get there but yes doctor, I haven’t forgotten your initial question. 

“During the Melkiar invasions (there were a series of them) the USC lost thousands of their ‘jump scout’ crafts which they sent in convoy formations to attack the Melkiar ships.  When the Melkiars broke up a convoy and disabled some of the ships, they “fumigated” (killed all biological life on board) the captured ships and propelled these across various dimensions, not destroying them but saving them for some future and still unknown reason, perhaps simply because they were no longer a threat to them and they considered these crafts as having been liberated from their biological controllers and could now go on their merry way through infinite space, as relatives of the Melkiars, or as their children?

“Obviously some of those crafts were “pushed” into this dimension, where you found some free-floating in deep space and which Koron eventually appropriated to its own purposes to further its development of interplanetary space flight abilities, I presume?”

He nods affirmatively and smiles. 

“To make this part of the story more understandable, I’d like to explain about the USC’s propulsion system that can take physical objects across dimensional barriers.  The future of human survival, even on these stack or relative worlds, may depend on greater awareness of this process and consequences of its growing usage.”

“I’m much interested in that.  Please continue.”

“In one of those sorties, a wolf pack of thirty USC war craft engaged a Melkiar main ship who had just translated.  After a violent battle that claimed twelve USC crafts and all aboard, the remaining attackers were able to penetrate the Melkiar force-fields and disable their craft.  In a coup that will likely remain as the great heroic deeds of those wars, the USC troopers boarded the main ship destroying the Melkiars who became helpless when the central computer was blasted with controlled charges of singularity grenades.  The captured ship was taken back to a Federation space port and USC’s finest engineers were put to work on it to discover its drive properties, particularly their ability to just appear and disappear in colourful displays of lights resembling aurora borealis.  The question had always been: “Where do they come from and how do they just disappear without trace?”

“There were those who were convinced that Melkiar ships were able to “fold space.”  The now-famous Paul Shearing, a Leptan physicist who lived his entire life doing research and experimentation in low or zero-g space stations, was called in to study the Melkiar ship.

“Shearing, whose mind it is said functions more like an AI than a human, was able to identify the drive mechanism that caused these ships to vanish and reappear at will.  He experimented with smaller versions of that drive on a UTW craft, using insects and small animals to test his theory that no biological life would survive the “dimensional warping” effect of the drive.  He was correct.  All biology aboard the craft terminated.  After much additional research and re-design he was able to create a new drive as effective as that of the Melkiars but whose effects did not kill the biological occupants of the craft.

Pieta Olnava, a researcher-engineer in parallel worlds theory, a reincarnate who had been a political/religious prisoner killed in a prison camp in Túat Har’s North-East Coalition and partner in a triune marriage with Shearing, offered to take a test drive of the redesigned drive.  She successfully crossed a dimensional barrier in her small craft and returned it to its exact departure point. 

“The Shearing drive was perfected by the Shearing team, Paul, Olnava and Associates.   At first it was installed only on the larger UTW ships.  Great ovoid vessels called space arks were built and designed to accommodate a single gigantic Shearing drive mounted on their underside.  The vessels were sized to house tens of thousands of humans and entire cross-sections of lifeforms from worlds under attack, these remnants to be scattered throughout the then unknown space, hoping that some would escape the Melkiar devastation.

“Behemoth class warships of the USC were equipped with dual Shearing drives and auxiliary standard fusion drives and sent through dimensional barriers to intercept Melkiar ships, blowing them to smithereens when they announced their arrival with their typical light show.

“But that was still not enough to turn the tide.  The huge attached drives were cumbersome and useless in combat.  When not actually active, they were a drag upon auxiliary power systems.  Also they required maintenance which these ships’ crews could not perform under almost constant battle conditions.  If they were damaged in combat, the ships became sitting ducks to Melkiar attacks.

“Then came the revolution that would change the course of the greater galactic human movement.  The Shearing group invented a detachable drive with an x-ram configuration that would engage the ship and boost it into required velocity for the “shear effect” to take place.  Once the shear accomplished the ram pulled away to await the return of its ship, or any vessel equipped to accommodate the detachable x-ram drive.  These automated drives were also equipped with a devastating auto-defense system that would vaporize any unauthorized traffic, including unmanned missiles, entering its scanning field in over a hundred thousand kilometer radius.  Detached, the drives settled into preordained tight orbits around space station, moon, asteroid or whatever world to which it arrived, thus adding their awesome fire-power to the defense perimeter.  Once a ship had been propelled across the barrier it used its dual rear mounted standard fusion auxiliaries to function in physical (normal) space.  These are the same basic drives your “desert ship” is likely using.

“X-ram Shearing drives were installed and controlled by the USC in critical positions within any dimension the USC and UTW federations had ships, ready to propel crippled, retreating or returning ships to their home worlds or send new waves of destroyers and the behemoth planet crushers against the invaders.  Thus were the Melkiars defeated and the wars ended.

“That the Melkiars never caught on to what had happened says much about their computer mindset.  They were incapable of meeting new threats with instant decision-making.  They needed home-based direction.  They could not evolve or adapt to meet changing circumstances.  They could only increase their current efficiency linearly, as any computer does.  They could not alter the basic programming, could not evolve.  When the humans developed a superior drive, the Melkiars were defeated.  Another aspect of their faulty programming: it did not make allowances for retreat or surrender.  Once outmaneuvered or outmatched they could only stand, fight and be destroyed.

[end blog post #30]

A Short Walk in a Denied Reality

[thoughts from ~burning woman~ ]

Billions of mind slaves are daily driven to do “stuff” no normal person would even think of thinking about or doing. These slaves are whipped along their self-destruct path by a tiny bunch of psychopaths who have arbitrarily placed themselves in charge of the planet and declared that all of it belongs to them. It’s always been that way but it seems to us the more obvious today. Yet this untenable situation is not just tolerated, but the majority actually approves and quite often cheers on their predators.

Being, in my own estimation at least, reasonably intelligent, such a fact forces me to ask, “Why?” Why do people put up with this deadly charade? Why do they allow the psychos to eat them alive while destroying the only world they, and their children, have to survive on? Why can’t they collectively say, “Enough!” without having to wait until they’re all starving to death, or dying of various preventable plagues to plunge into pointless bloody revolutions?

Every question is based on an answer, not the other way around. So taught the Teachers. When I ask “Why?” I don’t expect to hear an answer, I expect to find one depending on how I ask the question. It’s like pointing a rifle at a target. The rifle isn’t going to find and lock on the target, I have to do that first. The target is the answer I’m shooting for.

Why are people so dummied-down and collectively stupid as to accept being their own worse enemies? I asked and replied to myself, over the years, “Think!” The answer was rather obvious: propaganda. Official lies is another name for it.

Which begs another “Why.” Why does propaganda work? That was a bit more complex. Well, people are predisposed to accept the propaganda and to reject any other idea that doesn’t fit into the official lie. That’s the basis for the success of brain dead organized religion, the deception of government (in any guise) and the banditry of banking.

Which brings up the next “Why?” Why are people predisposed to lean favorably to official lies and reject common sense? The answer to this third and last “Why?” is where people go running for the hills, their collective ears solidly plugged with any substance found so they won’t have to hear.

The answer is as simple as it is unacceptable to the rank and file: programming. How to put this simply?

Basic foundational question: What is an Earthian, that *ISSA creature that insists on calling itself “human” when it can’t even demonstrate a humane life; that creature that revels in gratuitous violence? It is not a natural creature and it’s lifestyle proves it beyond any shadow of doubt. It is totally dependent upon its life-sucking systems to remain alive – and that is no contradiction: being alive does not necessarily mean being alive.

Take away all of the “benefits” or “advantages” of civilization this very day then come back in a year to count the ones still alive and functioning as normal, natural creatures.

The Earthian creature is a cloned and programmed entity, designed as a slave to serve masters. It can’t help itself. If it breaks free of one master it will seek another and begin serving again. It cannot imagine itself as a free and autonomous creature. In fact it resents the thought of real freedom because that entails taking full responsibility for all aspects of its own life without relying upon social support systems.  Wild animals can do this because they have more free intelligence than Earthians hence why Earthians are programmed to kill off the wilderness: nature is always a threat to Cyborgs.

Being unnatural, it cannot comprehend nature so must rely on its masters for its survival and knowledge. This is where it get truly touchy. The creature is “endowed” with a wonderful thing it calls a soul. Even among atheists the concept of “soul” keeps its validity. It is variously thought of, or spoken of, as some natural aspect of the creature or a gift of the gods, or God; the repository of consciousness or mind.

All of which is of course total BS – in capital letters.

The real story?  The soul was designed as a controlling implant. It is used to motivate and to generate and maintain an endless array of repetitive and cycling belief systems within the implanted ISSA creature. It is programmed to keep the creature believing in “something” (basically anything at all) that is always superior to itself, something that holds the carrot and the stick. The foremost of soul laws are: obey and never question. The ever-present hope is that through obedience one receives the carrot and not the stick. When the creature sees others getting the stick it doesn’t hear their cries; it hears the propaganda that says, “Hey, they deserve what they’re getting, they are disobedient.” The nature of that “disobedience” is not questioned. Or they hear the other line: “They are the enemy and must be subdued or they will come “here” and take what you have.” If it wasn’t pure programming control, how many would fall for those inanely simplistic explanations that condone theft, mass murder and genocide?

Some say, I don’t believe in the soul like that’s supposed to be an answer. Not believing makes it go away? Closing your eyes to danger makes the danger go away? Billions of Earthians are crowding the world with their heads solidly stuck in the sands of denial hoping that denial will make the bad go away. Billions have their minds hacked on a daily basis, filled with dis-mis-information, salivating when the soul message dings and passing social media lies with likes and hits and clicks blissfully unaware they are frantically contributing to their own demise.

Isn’t it time to wake up to reality? Isn’t it time to realize if something has never worked it isn’t about to miraculously start working just because we are approaching dire straits? Protests, wars, revolutions, changing of the political guard: none of that is going to resolve our current dilemma because it never has.

Time for something truly new, like new thinking; like a new idea?

*ISSA being: an intelligent, sentient, self aware person.

Antierra Manifesto – blog post #29

[begin blog post #29

Chapter 13 – Galactic History – The Melkiar Wars

The doctor steeples his hands with his elbows resting on the table; there is a hardness on his face warning me I’m treading on thin ice with him at the moment. 

He says, “I am not at all satisfied with your explanation, and I certainly reject your claim that you can manifest a physical body on any world you choose to “visit” or interact in.  For the purpose of this interview I will take your story at face value because I need other information from you and I certainly need to think through what you have just told me.  I know I can, and will, destroy your story and discover what you are hiding from us.  I’m not a fool, Antierra.  If what you claim were true, why would we not have encountered the likes of you before?”

“Please Doctor, please do not get angry at me because I tell you things difficult to accept.  Every event has a first in it.  My position in the Galaxy makes it inevitable that I should be a first in many people’s lives.  Although I know that once you break through the veil of programming in your own mind you will realize that you have encountered others much like myself in your past-future time.  So, speaking of time, may I suggest you give this information enough time to fit in with other events you will remember, and some you will observe here, on this world, probably soon?”

“Very well, you make a good point.  For now I’d like you to explain the ancient crafts we found free-floating in Koron’s deep space, all completely shut down with no signs of any biological life having ever touched them?”

“I am certain I can doctor, but that involves an extensive period of galactic history that is not quite over yet if one were to believe the pundits on the matter.  What I am going to reveal to you is going to stretch your belief regarding the worlds outside your known space.  I will tell this exactly as I remember it and will let you decide when you have heard enough.  Remember our motto: believe all things, believe in nothing.  

“I will use classic Earth time to describe these events as stack world years do not coincide with those of Earth and my historical chronology of events will be meaningless to you.  To satisfy my own curiosity before I go into my tale, do Malefactus years coincide with those of Koron?”

“No, they do not.  Koron has a much longer year than Malefactus as you call it.  Our days are also longer.  Nor do we use the same count in years.  On Koron, this is year 51006 since the beginning of our calendar and of our accounting in years whereas it is year 1337 here, accounted since the overthrow and break-up of the planetary oligarchy that ruled all of T’Sing Tarleyn.  The empire of Estáan is what remains of the old oligarchy.  It has been attempting to re-unite Elbre for about a hundred years now, by various methods, sometimes using trade sanctions but mostly by direct military attack upon Hyrete, the plan being to overthrow the supreme monarchy.”

I continue with my story about the ships found by the Koronese.  “Thank you doctor, I wondered much about the ruling forces on this world.  Now a bit about the events behind the lost craft in Koron space since that was our original question. 

“About a century and a half ago in our (classic) time, this sector (but in the greater galactic dimension, not interacting with this one nor directly affecting it) was invaded by a non-biological robotic life-form whose sole purpose it seemed was eradication of all biology in the galaxy.  Millions of humans were vaporized, entire worlds pulverized and all biology destroyed to the last cell.  It was a genocide beyond anything imaginable.  There was no rhyme nor reason to their depredations and they could not be approached through any communication channels or methods used by human mediators.  They made no attempts to reply to any overture and all efforts aimed at mediating a cease-fire were a complete failure.  All human ambassadors were killed in attempts to make direct contact with the invaders.

“The United Treaty Worlds (UTW) were then loose federations of human worlds in their infancy, far from the power of the current Supremacy it has declared itself to be.  Space travel was slow and cumbersome, most of it still below the speed of light.  Space was still being measured in linear distance then!

“Human defenders were no match for the invaders and kept pulling back, evacuating worlds with humans and whatever could be salvaged of indigenous biological life by whatever means.  A United Space Command (USC) was hastily cobbled together from various space police and peace-keeping units and sent against the invaders in the hope of finding a weakness in their method of attack.

“The fighting units of the USC were known as United Defence Units (UDU – now derogatorily referred to as “you do’s”) which at the beginning of the retaliations were composed of hardened space ‘troopers’ made up of private security patrols, freebooters or pardoned space pirates, planetary defence units and even revolutionary groups who had rebelled against the UTW and wished to join the battle against a common enemy it was belatedly realized was bent upon the complete extermination of humanity.  These were sent out in tens of thousands of small space crafts to engage and hopefully destroy the invaders which by then had been dubbed “Melkiars.” 

“Who were the Melkiars?  From a private collection of reports I remember studying on the blue world of Parnako, a water world where the people have adapted themselves to life almost exclusively spent in underwater communities, I will now attempt to recall the gist of what I learned with my Al’Tara memory.  I must resort to trancing again, doctor, if you don’t mind?”

His smile appears quite genuine as he encourages me to continue.  “I’m getting used to your rather esoteric ways Antierra.  Please continue, I’m quite taken by these revelations.”

As I had grown used to in my many appearances on Túat Har I did not expect him to accept I could be more than one personality with more than one name.  For him to accept me and give some credence to anything I may have to say, I have to be Antierra, the female slave fighter.  He cannot make the leap in his mind that would allow him the full freedom to interact with a full-fledged Avatari who calls herself Al’Tara.  Therefore, as is always the case, much of what I share with him will be lost to his immediate memory and of no use to him until such time as he allows himself to break out of his self-imposed limitations.  So it is!

Melkiar invasionsThe Parnako Reports

The invading robotic AI’s (Artificial Intelligence) we called Melkiars brought us the only means we know to physically cross dimensional barriers.  It is called the Shearing Drive, after engineer Paul Shearing, the man who first broke the mystery of Melkiar invasions on our worlds and perfected their device for use by the United Treaty Worlds.

Crossing dimensions, of course, is done all the time by billions of entities from all over.  But they do not use “drives” or “ships” – they cross through with their minds.  The process as we know it is, simply put, physical death.  An adept such as an Avatari can use this process to travel to any chosen location by simply leaving a body on one side of a dimension and re-manifesting a new and suitable one on the “other side” wherever that be.  This process should never be confused with another called resurrection in which a new body is given to an entity, but not through self-empowerment.  In the resurrection process as we understand it now, the resurrected entity is blocked from further mind evolution until it chooses to die, reject the offer of new life through resurrection and instead re-manifests by its own choices. 

 We now believe the Melkiars are descendants, clones, creations or inventions of an ancient and powerful group of Time Lords who once traveled freely between dimensions because they were mind, never existing as physical beings.  They “fell” from their pure mind state and incarnated to taste the pleasures of their (physical) creations.  Once in physical form they could no longer escape the pull of their created worlds.  They became the gods of time.  Aeon after aeon passed and they became ever more locked into the matter worlds.  They continued to de-evolve mentally and to rely more upon the physical and technological aspect of life for their continuity. 

 But they remembered the time before time when they had full freedom to come and go as they pleased.  These memories ate at them and they became dark lords who, though certain they could never die,  condemned their worlds to experience death – not that those who died would find their freedom thereby, but that they would lose all consciousness by being physically disconnected from one another.  Death of the gods’ devising was intended to be an end to awareness and enslavement of all developing ISSA consciousness.  What they could no longer have, the freedom to traverse cosmic infinity, they wanted to ensure their creations would never find.  They realized the possibility that in time their creations would supplant, even outlive them and this they vowed to prevent.

 Eventually these dark lords became aware of the process we so take for granted: aging.  This had been an unknown factor to them and it frightened them.  Filled with hate against the very fate they had set up, they re-worked themselves to give their physical forms immortality.  They made themselves into Cyborgs replacing their weakening biological functions to positronic and mechanical constructs.  They finally removed their biological brains to store them in a central containment field as a back-up should their next change fail.  They re-designed each other’s brains into basic silicon circuitry.  Once the switch completed and they knew it worked, they removed the containment field from their original brains and killed them.  Thus they became artificial intelligence – in essence mere computerized machines.  They did not think of themselves as artificial intelligence though, but as absolute intelligence, as gods who would rule the physical order forever.

Having broken completely from their high spirit estate, down into physical/biological life, then further down into the silicon life worlds, they proceeded to embark on a plan to destroy all biological life on their worlds and create nothing but mechanical/computer brains in robots to replace it.  They then programmed these robots to seek out and invade all biological worlds with the single directive: destroy all biological life everywhere.  To them biology had become a poisonous substance that translated as death.

 The invaders of the human worlds called “Melkiars” are their AI robotic “spawns.”  The precursor to the Shearing drive was the dark lords’ invention to cheat the dimensional blockade that forbids matter from crossing from one dimension into another. 

 [end of the Parnako report]

[end blog post #29]

Civilization’s Collapse

[thoughts from   ~burning woman~   ]

It seems so long ago now, but before I retired, it was part of my job to go to a troublesome account and make the call whether a piece of equipment should be written off and replaced with a new one. I suppose it’s a responsibility that as the then most senior person in the department I was expected to take on. Further, they knew well enough that I had been old-school European trained; that I didn’t have the throw-away mentality so prevalent in Canada and America. When I said a piece of equipment was a write-off, there was no point sending more techs to try to make it work. It was replaced.

The point of this long preamble is that I developed a kind of second-sight about what can be salvaged and what should be written off. Does this apply to other than machines, buildings or human bodies? Can an individual assess the level of entropy in a much larger and more complex system, for example, an empire or an entire civilization? As a matter of fact, that is a deduction that isn’t difficult to arrive at. Let me explain.

While I was thus involved in the technological world of a global multi-national corporation I was also very much involved in social and environmental issues. To me the two went hand in hand. The corporation taught me to see what was wrong with the technological world we were developing and it also taught me that past a certain point in the life of any system, be it a dispenser or a civilization, entropy reached a level that made it pointless to continue fixing.

Now to bring up an unpopular subject: the downfall of man’s civilization and the fact that we are now totally engaged into and sliding down its dark side. Should it come as a surprise that such events do not happen only to others far behind us in history? We are facing, not a change but an implosion of gargantuan magnitude and while a few millions seem concerned it remains that the billions are not.

I know this. It’s not something I wanted to happen, I worked hard enough to prevent it, but it is precisely because of the recent work I put into preventing this global collapse that I can feel what is coming. I know because of the obdurate stance people in general have taken against change; particularly against changing personal lifestyles. People don’t want less, they want more of what is destroying the physical and social environment. They want it because it is convenient and comfortable, post-WWII “virtues” that have become a matter of faith, faith in success, in winning, in having, keeping and adding to. That is the formula for corruption and consequently entropy.

We’re certainly not short of voices raised in protest, anger and sometimes even in hope yet none of them have any traction in the current social morass because none are willing to, or even know how to, address the real problem: Earthian nature. It is that nature that will determine whether this civilization continues or implodes.

Well… obviously it is that very nature that has brought civilization to this sad place and just as obviously that same nature is hardened against changing itself so, what could a thinking person conclude? The driving force of any civilization of intelligent, sentient and self aware beings is the nature of such beings, not the systems they invented to serve them. Would-be change agents look at the systems, proposing change to the systems, but Earthians have become Cyborgs, their way of life, their very bodies entirely dependent on the systems they created for their profit, comfort and convenience. If the systems were terminated prior to new ones properly developed, tested and put on stream most of mankind would perish. That is a foregone conclusion.

So, not only will mankind not change its mind; its ways, but it no longer can. It is physically and mentally welded into its collapsing social construct. Therefore my conclusion is simple: man’s civilization is a write off. You could write these words upon any major public place anywhere on the planet, date them, and time will prove them unassailable. It’s not a condemnation, it’s a simple but accurate assessment of a too-obvious condition.

Here is that famous sonnet “Ozymandias” by Percy Shelley, written in January 1818, over 200 years ago.  It has a new meaning today:
“I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

Antierra Manifesto – blog post #27

[begin blog post #27

“We found nothing on that moon.  All we know was gleaned from the pseudo-historical documents in the King’s archives.”

I’m so excited now that I feel ready to risk anything to get more information, perhaps to convince him or the Cydroids to take another look on Albaral.  I blurt out: “Maybe you did not want to find anything?  Afraid of what you would discover?”

His face darkens and I watch his moves, particularly his hands.  “Be careful of your accusations, Antierra.  Your statement is completely unfounded and unfair to us.  You can’t know…”

“You know what I don’t like about scientists in general, doctor?”

He frowns and I know I’m treading on dangerous grounds but I must get this off my chest now, no matter what he decides to do.  He replies with a hint of annoyance, “I’m sure you are about to tell me.”

“Scientists assume that everything has a logical explanation; that everything can be reduced to a set of calculations any computer can then analyze to give the only logical answer possible.  That is their greatest weakness.  They develop a fetish about their research and theories, a religious singleness of mind that given time and of course recognition, blinds them to any number of other possibilities.  However many times they have been shocked from their tunnel vision, they inevitably return to the simple comfort and profit of it. 

“They seldom realize the truth of it: that they cannot enter some of those “other factors” in their calculations; such factors being the esoteric quality of all life; forces created by minds through belief systems, collective histories, the shadow side.  There is also that which I, as an Avatari, know as Spirit – the primal force that turns itself into a Möbius band so that what appears to us as the two sides of life is really always only one. 

“Hence their understanding of life remains ever incomplete and seriously flawed.  Result,  those who trust them must pay for their mistakes and endure… or painfully recover, as has been the case on Old Earth following a short time when its pseudo-humanity gave itself body and “soul” to a science and technology they thought they understood and controlled.  It very nearly destroyed them and their world. 

“Life does not make mistakes doctor – by nature it is quite incapable of that.  It is people misunderstanding its purpose who “sin” against what is essentially a perfect process.  It is all those power-hungry minds who place their pet theories, their self-centered dreams, their selfish ventures, their “absolute truths” ahead of life’s natural flow.

“And why?  Because they are faced with a collective consciousness that is dirty, messy, unpredictable but which they would control and profit from.  It is however a world in flux and chaos, remaining viable only by a fine thread of order that keeps breaking and that people like you and me must continually repair with haywire, granny knots and “sleue” before the whole thing unravels.” 

He interrupts me. 

“I’m sorry, did you say slew…?”

“No, I said “sleue”(I spell it for him) – a slang word for a disgusting but absolutely necessary compound that can be manually applied using a small disposable pressure gun coated with artificial ceramic to cracks or holes on any, and I mean any(!) type of physical surface even in deep space.  If you allow any of this material to touch human flesh it eats it instantly and its fumes in a closed breathable environment act as any number of the deadliest poisons known.  They kill all biological life forms on contact.  Ironically it was developed for the wars against the Melkiars by materials discovered in their possession.  All their anti-biologic weaponry possessed some form of the formula for this compound.”

I see that he is about to stop me for another explanation and I forestall him. 

“Could I please ask you to refrain from asking me to explain every term I may use in this discussion?  I will clarify as we proceed along, if I feel it is necessary, or I will explain certain terms later if you wish.  If you interrupt me each time I say something you haven’t heard before, I’ll never finish.”

“I was going to ask you to clarify that comment about your wars with Melkiars but very well, I’ll hold my questions until later.  Mind if I enter your terms in my datacom unit?”

“Please do.”  I wave my hand at him then stand up to pace around a bit.  I feel much tension talking to him as an equal.

“Now, where was I?  Oh yes, I was discussing scientists…

“Scientists believe they are the ones to turn it around; that they can order life; that all they need is just another key to the machine.  In many ways, they are just so many high priests making pronouncements regarding the movements and thoughts of the gods, taking creation or physical reality as nothing more than mechanically programmed reality.  When something comes up challenging theories which would destroy their beliefs they experience a powerful tendency to reject the new information.  As I learned through mind numbing experience, they simply resort to breaking down their material reality into tinier and tinier ‘bits’ – a desperate attempt to maintain some shred of physical evidence to keep all of life and all of reality in the test tube.” 

With a tone of annoyance and barely concealed sarcasm he asks, “Are you done?”

“For now yes.  It is not my desire to antagonize you or your people, sir.  Obviously your people have approached the Malefactus problem very seriously.

“But I feel you may have done so too linearly, ignoring philosophical or deductive reasoning in favour of pure science, or physics?  Perhaps in doing so you have overlooked the most logical clue of all: the presence of the artificial sun-moon they call Albaral.  The real story is there, I sense it.  How I wish I had the means I once had when serving in the Supremacy fleet: to ship up to Albaral and put it through the battery of tests our technology was, or is, so capable of.  I’m sure I would discover what powers it.” 

Relying on my intuition from the previous exchanges I ask the next logical question of him: “Please tell me doctor, what is your world called?”

He raises his heavy eyebrows at my question, “I am from Koron.  It is located, as seen from deep space, within the constellation Dedaeleon as is this world.  It is the closest inhabited world to T’Sing Tarleyn and of course, we share the same basic solar system although our own sun-star is different than the one that powers this world.  If you explore our combined greater solar system, or systems, you will find it complex and very fascinating.  Trying to unravel the mysteries of our worlds and our innate curiosity literally drove us to develop space travel to explore our worlds.  Once we had launched out we first explored our own inner space, our moons and asteroids.  That’s where we found our first alien space craft which we thought too small to be of much use in interstellar travels, yet had been built to accommodate humanoid beings.  But we found no trace of any kind of biological life aboard them.  It was as if they had been built for humans by robots and no human, or robot, had flown them.  When we understood enough of their technology to reactivate at least the communication and information storage devices aboard, we found nothing, just static.

“We puzzled over them and finally we developed a grapple system to piggy-back some of them back to our world to study.  We never could understand how they could be propelled from distances across parsecs of space; from other star systems.   Even in cryogenic freeze couches which the small ships were not equipped with there was no way they could travel outside a simple solar system without killing everyone aboard.  And even if they could travel at light speed, it would be hundreds or thousands of years before they reached our world! 

I notice his penchant to sarcasm again.  He shrugs, turns to look me in the eyes and says, “Perhaps you can solve that mystery for us?”

“I will try to explain sir.  Have you ever heard of the stack world theory?”

“If you mean the relative worlds idea, yes, I have heard of it.  I’d say I’ve heard enough about it to have dismissed it long ago.  It does not work simply because of the great singularity at the “center” of the so-called stack that possesses no known reality.  Anything flowing into the singularity disappears.  What seems to flow out from it has wave-front properties that make no sense – just pure chaos.  Almost like emotions measured from the break-up of feelings in hyper-agitated humans.”

I reply excitedly, “Exactly!  And how many worlds – if there was a stack condition of opposing stacks – how many relative worlds have you calculated to exist in tandem – that would affect each other’s gravitational pull, orbits and environmental conditions?”

“Our calculations decree an average of twelve worlds, six to an opposing ‘stack’ as you would put it.  But they could be considered as a complex system, each world having one or two suns and either one or two moons.  It’s a small tight-knit constellation, nothing more.  The singularity we take to be the same sort of force that exists at the center of any spiral galaxy, holding it together, pure energy, nothing else.”

[end blog post #27]

Antierra Manifesto – blog post #26

(I should point out that the address of this blog is now under my own domain name as “ixiocali.com”  The name “ixiocali” is my sometimes used “nom de plume” or writer’s name and comes from a past life remembrance.  In some instances, for reasons that made sense then, I also spelled it “X-IO-KALI”… As a source of inspiration for me, Kali is not as “gruesome” as the religions around her image have made her out to be.  But as a powerful female divinity equal to any male god and independent, what else could the religions do but try to demonize her?)

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I put my head in my hands to think this through.  As an Avatari I could never agree to “join” in anything unless the outcome from my part in it was mine to determine.  However, I am not an Avatari at this moment but a slave woman trying to save the life of her friend.  Compromised morality?  How about compromising purpose?  I really have no choice here.  I must go along.  “Very well doctor, I agree to your demands.  My life is yours.  My “secrets” are all yours.  Please – Please! – promise me you will save Deirdre!”

“I am sorry that I cannot promise that much but I can try to get her off this place.  She will have to be clandestinely taken into the deep desert where our stealth ship is stored in an underground launching silo.  Once I’ve secured her departure from this place our problems are magnified however — how do you propose to explain her escape and disappearance?”

I reply without hesitation because I’d already worked that out as some sort of plan.  “This is how I worked it out, sir.  She escaped, knowing she was going to die in the arena on her first encounter anyway?  Seduced someone to help her out the automatic gates and past the force-field outside the great moat?  Our feet are similar in size.  I can go out on a fake escape and leave footprints that lead into the moat?  Who the “someone” would be to help her escape, that I have no idea of as yet.”

“It’s a kind of plan,” he replies, heaving a deep sigh, “but if you are caught, do you realize the punishment you will be in for as her lover and confidante?”

“Yes.  I will be tortured to death, I fully expect.”

“That is more than likely.  However there are different kinds of torture.  Let me bring you up to date on some refinements of it here in Hyrete.  Whatever you’ve seen of physical punishment since you’ve been here, you haven’t seen what they can really do when they combine inquisition methods with modern technology.  You have not seen what they can do to a human brain, or how long they can keep one living while administering pure pain.”  He winces as he says the next devastating words: “They possess neuro-inductors, Antierra.”

I know I pale at that.  I feel as if I’d just swallowed a litre of ice; like the back of my head was going to explode. The one tool banned everywhere in the United Treaty Worlds supremacy, along with neural implants that are remotely controlled and can make an individual do anything whatsoever the remote commands.  Neuro-inductors can make one go through the reality of any pain, for example, burning to death.  When the victim has “died” the process is reversed and you feel it all over – in the reverse sense!  You literally “un-burn” going through the pain in reverse until you are fully restored… and they do it again, or they program another kind of sensation.  It never kills the body but after countless shocks the brain begins to short out and the victim is terminated by the torturers.  No normal person put through such agony will withhold any information.  Anyone would rush to let it all out, hoping for the pain to end, preferably in death. 

Isn’t it utterly ironic that the inventor of this hellish device was working in empath technology?  The purpose of the research was to re-program part of the human brain so it could function empathically.  But someone highly placed in United Command got wind of this research and had a better idea on how it could be used for “security” and military purposes.  The name of the inventor was Talbat Mohary, a Martian researcher who used the “empath inducer” to kill herself when she discovered how her research was being used by the USC under the command of Grand Admiral Chang-X. 

Although she programmed her suicide to be recorded by holo-vid and viewed across the entire Supremacy information networks and the macabre holovids were picked up and broadcast over FreeNet bands throughout the inhabited parts of the Galaxy, there was no way its development could be curtailed once military researchers had the basics of it.  They took their knowledge into their “underground” facilities, their black sites and continued to use and improve its lethal potential as billions protested against it and every ISSA world vetoed its use or transport.  There are two penalties if such devices are found in one’s possession or if it is discovered one has knowledge of their existence and has not reported it: life imprisonment served in the mines of asteroid fields with no chance for parole or public execution on some worlds.

“How did such a hellish thing find its way to Malefactus across dimensional barriers which your people cannot cross – hell, don’t even believe exist?”

“We don’t know.  We assumed they developed it on their own until we realized their level of technology is simply not advanced enough to produce such a thing.  What they have of high tech weaponry and transportation units has to have come from some off-world source at some point in time.  They can not, as yet, invent these things for themselves nor can they reverse-engineer them.  That’s the simple truth.  We are trying to identify the source of the technology being tested and used on this world and the resultant mess.  So far we have basically no leads.  All we can be certain of is that none of it comes from our world.”

I go into an automatic mind search (Earthians refer to this as a psychic trance) and begin to murmur, “Albaral, the second sun… the second sun… the artificial sun that orbits this world from south to north, bringing its pale, cold light upon the land when all should be night.  Look into Albaral…”

He raises his hand and interrupts me, “What are you doing?  What are you saying?” 

I move slowly out of my self-induced trance state and reply: “I have the ability to enter into trance states, doctor.  What I am saying is that since I came here I’ve been getting sensations from what I call “the dark sun.”  Even in our cages I can feel it.  It’s like an evil eye that probes the planet’s energies, tapping into their patterns and re-ordering them to do its will.  I tell you doctor, the answer lies on Albaral.  You should consult the women of this world.  They all sense this as well.  They fear and hate Albaral.”

“How can Albaral be the source of T’Sing Tarleyn’s neuro-inductor technology?  It’s an artificial moon world, long dead.  Besides, this world has no known space travel capability.  They cannot travel to Albaral and there is nothing on that world that can come here, or that can send anything here via drone probes.”

“Doctor!” I exclaim before I take time to think of my position here,  “How can it be “dead” when it must power itself to remain in its unnatural orbit around Malefactus?”

“It uses the planet’s magnetic field, that’s all.  There is no motive force in it.  We’ve scanned it.  We’ve even landed briefly on it and did some research.  Just heaps upon heaps of abandoned, mostly damaged and crumbling infrastructure within a hollowed-out sphere composed in part from moon rock and fibre-steel interlocking concrete surfaces.”

“Who built it?  To what purpose?  Did you investigate the possibility that it may be powered from some remote source, some nearby star?”

“No one can tell who built it.  It is very ancient, that we know.  And to answer your other question, we have found no evidence of an external power source.  If it existed, it would be massive…  or so totally alien we’d have no means to detect it.   The pseudo-history of T’Sing Tarleyn tells that Albaral was brought here as is, not built here, long before this world was occupied by the current human inhabitants.  It is our contention that it was equipped with a detachable drive that pushed it in this sector.  The drive unit then returned to its home world and Albaral’s pre-determined velocity locked it in its current orbit.”

“So it was a world, or a large moon that was partly blown apart, the main remnant hollowed out and structures made by either artificial intelligence, man or other alien intelligence, were attached to it to re-create a liveable world?  Was it being mined when part of it imploded, or flew off into space?  Or was it a defence post attacked by a planet blaster, the remnants being pushed here for future use?  Surely the answers are still there, in the wreckage; in vaults, tunnels, dead comlinks, binary-coded archives.  There must be something that hints at Albaral’s history.”

[end blog post #26]

Antierra Manifesto – blog post #25

[perhaps I should have explained at the beginning that Chapter titles do not indicate endings for blog posts.  One chapter can contain several blog posts. For example this post begins with a chapter title that will make sense only in the next blog post…]

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Chapter 12 – The Dark Sun; a Few Explanations

“We owe each other some serious explanations, I think,”  says the doctor.

“Yes sir.”  I return to my subservient mode as a precaution to this conversation.  I cannot forget how the last one ended and I have Deirdre to worry about now.

“Look, you don’t need to take that subservient tone with me now.”  He says as he feels my reluctance and fear of his changing moods.  “I know I must do more than apologize for striking you but see, I’ve been on this world so long I’ve taken on some of its patterns within myself.  I have great difficulty fighting back the terrible disease of this place.  On this world, women are ectohormonal all the time.  That creates sexual lust beyond any male’s power to assimilate.  Because of the social taboos on sex, the repression results in a deadly combination of fear, anger and violent hatred towards the females.  As an anthropologist, I came here in part to identify and isolate the source of it but I have had no success, rather the opposite.  This world is dragging me down with it.

“I hated myself for striking you, and for having sex with you without asking, yet another part of me said that to do less under the circumstances was to deny my manhood and my rights.  I could not allow a woman to flaunt her power, any kind of power, over me.  I reacted as any normal male would react here.  Basically, from the programming here, you were the one responsible for me striking you in anger and hate.  If you are asked a direct question, you must answer immediately and truthfully at all times.  Never try to shrug it off, that shows disrespect and truly enrages men.

“Love-hate, love-hate.  It bangs in our head, hearts and loins all the time.  It’s not so bad if we can avoid contact with females, but it rages the closer we get to one.  Utterly irrational feelings arise and boil over into emotional outbursts.  But at least I am able to demonstrate to you that I am still somehow different? 

“After I sent you out I came in this place and got totally, disgustingly drunk!  I remained in here for two days without food or washing until my Cydroid servants brought me out and restored me to some semblance of sanity.  I hate this place…”

“Doctor, why did you call your people “Cydroids” and not androids?”

“Ah that, well, I cannot explain now.  Why don’t I let the Cydroids themselves explain it all to you later?  Just think of them as androids if that makes it easier for you until it is explained properly.  Now, Antierra, I want you to speak to me freely, as an equal.  At the moment my mind is free and as long as the Cholradil is with us you are safe.  She seems to provide a dampening cushion to this world’s energies.”  And with a sudden change of tone, almost beseeching for forgiveness, he asks,   “Do you object I had sex with her?  Please answer me as a person to a person.”

What an unexpected question!  “There is no jealousy in me in that respect.  In fact I think it was a very good thing for her.  I think the Cholradil is equipped to do this with any number of men and women without arousing more than surface jealousy in others.  When she is with me, she is not with anyone else.  However she is not immune to jealousy in herself.  There are human feelings there also.”

“I found the same to be true.  When we made love she was entirely mine, even with you lying but a few meters away in the auto-medic.  She is a fascinating creature: there seem to be few contradictions in her mind.”

 

“Isn’t it strange, doctor, that we speak of her as if she wasn’t here, listening to us speak?” 

“Watch her.”  He makes me notice Deirdre in a new light.  “She isn’t really listening to our conversation.  Notice her expressions.  She is in full empath mode searching your body for any weakness the auto-medic may have missed.  She can hear us, of course, but our conversation is meaningless to her because it doesn’t concern her personally.  Cholradils do not care what others think of them as a general rule.  They exist on separate neural pathways of emotion-feeling.  She would make an interesting case study on my world.”

“On your world, doctor?  So I was right in thinking that you and your Cydroids are not from T’Sing Tarleyn but actually from another world; another planet?  You have just made the statement I was hoping to hear from you.  If you are not from here, then you must have the means to leave this place, a ship?  Could you maybe consider getting her to your world, or at least off this one and onto some safe place?  I don’t know if you are aware of her predicament: Cholradils cannot fight.  They cannot hurt others for when they do, they feel the full impact of it within their own minds and suffer even more than the other.  Consequently doctor, she cannot fight.  Her first arena combat is a sentence of violent torture and death for her.”

“I was aware of that, yes, but thank you for the reminder.  Antierra, I would like to help both of you.  The Cydroids take the trip to our home world fairly regularly and taking her on the ship would not be a great burden.  Travel there incurs only a little over six months of transit time debt.  The real problem is getting her admitted to our world.  She may be refused entry, in which case what can the Cydroids do with her?  They must land before they can return here.  If they land her illegally she will be put in cryogenic freeze unless I can somehow guarantee some sort of refugee status for her.  Our world does not, as yet, have any clear policy on granting such status to off-world aliens.  Our ability to travel space is relatively new and harboring refugees from other worlds has not been needed or considered to date. 

“Taking Deirdre there would be to put her at the mercy of pure goodwill unless it could be demonstrated that this Cholradil is a paragon of intellectual prowess.  If that were the case, no problem.  She would become an instant celebrity in our society.  Our fledgling World Court ( which I helped establish before I posted myself to this world) would accept her without question.

“There is another, most obvious and more pressing problem before us: getting her out of this compound alive and without endangering the lives of many others, mostly innocent bystanders if there is an escape.  You know how they react to their security being breached here.

“For me there is also a personal aspect to this venture.  If you want me to seriously consider taking such a risk for you and the Choradil I must insist on a fair exchange for my costs and troubles.  You will owe me something in return.  You will have to tell me exactly and truthfully who you are and what you are doing here, as well as how you got here – I want the real story.  Further to that you must agree to join with us whatever be the cost to you personally.  Can I hold you to that?”

[end blog post #25]