Is there a relationship between the Melkiar, perhaps in some of their early penetrations in this Galaxy and the black metal men who defeated the green Desert Beast by blowing her ship out of the sky and subsequently enslaving the women and children of T’Sing Tarleyn? What about the chronology of these events? What happens to “linear time” when crossing dimensions? Could the Melkiars have wandered in this dimension thousands of years ago while at the same non-linear “time” invading our dimension of the Galaxy?
Obviously I’m not yet asking the right questions but I’ll get there.
[end blog post #39]
[begin blog post #40]
And this brings me back to worrying about Deirdre. Should I try to speak to the Cydroids alone? Would they communicate with me, help me? Could they take Deirdre aboard their ship and deliver her safely to Koron or some friendly world where an empath would be accepted? How much autonomy do they possess?
In physical form Deirdre cannot go to Altaria for it is one of the “hidden worlds” tucked as it were inside the folds of a non-accessible cross-dimension outside the reach of any known technology. Only avatars guided by off-world Altarians can find their way to my world. Alone, only fully self-empowered and freed minds can work out the complex space telemetry required to find it and even then, the world itself passes judgment by mind probe on the one who would enter. If the probed mind fails to pass the test it will simply believe it has entered empty space. The fold closes as a wave over a fish that has surfaced and takes Altaria down into its protective girdle of deception and confusion. Sometimes when a non-Altarian friend is dying a WindWalker can ‘guide’ that one to Altaria with a code name as I, as Al’Tara, did for Tiegli. But Deirdre is not dying, that’s the point!
Further only a full-fledged ISSA human being can live there; one who must have mastered the process of physical manifestation or reincarnation. Nothing physical from “outside” can enter Altarian space within an average distance of ten parsecs. So it was decreed by the Ancients, and agreed to by the Galactic Council of that time. The alternative, had the Galactic politicians refused this hidden status, was for the Altarians to simply move their planet to another dimension, a parallel galaxy. They were quite prepared to do this but the loss of Altarian empathic altruism was considered too high. Millions of worlds in the process of terra-forming were being guided by Altarians. Would they leave their work to follow their world? If they did remain, how would they fare in time, unable to return home for necessary readjustment? What would they become?
I’m beginning to suspect I know only too well. You become lost. You remember but you are no longer what you remember. You become “where” you are located. You fall into the same disease pattern as did the ancient “time lords” who created the Melkiar AI invaders. Matter seduces you and you die.
Altarians are entities who mind-link to their base world in order to function. If it is not the native world of Altaria, then it will be whatever they are on. They will “become” the evil and the good of it; their minds ingesting the thoughts; adapting the feelings and with the erosion of time, fall into the lowest category of the pseudo-human: the emotional entity. Their beautiful voices become nothing more than the susurrations of sand moving eternally and mindlessly at the behest of the great winds. That is how you kill an Altarian. Too many have already fallen to their deaths that way and can no longer remember.
Possibly, I could send Deirdre to Nova Elora, a planet-sized entity who according to what I remember should be currently in orbit around one of the Pleiades suns. This ancient universal wanderer has quite a story and what I know of it should probably be told.
From digital records discovered in the galactic wandering library-mind called Aíoná, an excerpt from the story of Nova Elora according to Altra WindWalker, the “male” counterpart to Al’Tara, her brother and also an Avatari:
Assisted by Al’Tara, I went through a dimensional doorway and entered the Pleiadian star system worlds. I was as a ball of multicoloured light and floating on what seemed like a liquid light. I came to a stunningly beautiful planet which was actually a planet-like being of feminine energy. Her name, as translated to me is Nova Elora. This being is a universal wanderer which has become a galactic healer, a resting place for ailing, aging or tired sentient life-forms.
There were many other balls of light of differing colours, emitting various frequencies of energy also floating all about this being. Some were still, some danced, some floated along slowly and some zoomed by me. I found it was possible to get close to some of these beings and meld in with their energy. There had to be mutual consent and compatibility to do this.
As I observed in awe at all that I was experiencing, I saw that the sentient beings, the balls of light were being periodically touched by the planet being’s energy. Wisps of soft, white, light-like energy would rise from the being’s surface, much like arms, and upon reaching a ball of light or a sentient being’s essence, for such it was, the arm opened like a hand. Small strands of light, like fingers, curved around the balls of light, cradling them. Some it stroked gently, some it re-directed, sent spinning wildly or sent arching off on mini-orbits in every possible direction. It seemed like a game and I too participated in it.
As I was touched by Nova’s extensions, I felt her love. She held my essence in her energy field, filling me with the fullness of sensual experience. I felt empathy, compassion, unconditional acceptance and pure pleasure.
Nova opened her telepathic channels to me and related part of her story. I saw her beginnings as a wanderer; her search and bonding with a male energy like herself. I felt the depth of her pain and loss when her partner was destroyed in an attack upon them as they wandered through the depths of space. Her loss was the greatest in that she could not find another like herself as she continued her search. During those lonely times, she vowed to discover a way to share her love and wisdom with other sentient life-forms everywhere. She came upon the Pleiadian worlds and stated her desire. She was welcomed there and assigned her own orbit. She was granted full right to be a healer and impart whatever knowledge she had garnered through her eons of wandering the universe. Her healing powers and wisdom are made available unconditionally to all who come to her for healing and enlightenment.
This place or entity is perfectly suited to Deirdre’s empathic nature, but how to cross the dimensional barrier? The Koron stealth craft does not have such capability and they have no idea how to construct such a drive. They do not possess the rudimentary understanding of the physics involved in designing and using a Shearing-type drive. Even if they were able to design such a drive and they believed me on the existence of such ‘other’ worlds, I could not promote physical interactions between those worlds, at least not now. So my reasoning would be purely self-centered and selfish. I cannot do that. It remains that the only way people from ‘here’ can cross to ‘there’ is through physical death.
Meanwhile I have to entertain an even broader concern and that is concerning the women fighters. I still haven’t figured out how to communicate even the simplest of abstract ideas to them. I can interact with them on concepts such as weapons tactics; the psychology of hand to hand combat and basic skills they require to stay alive and bring down an opponent. But that they should question the why’s and the wherefores of it, that is beyond any of them.
Only the Cholradil understands but she is an outcast among her peers. The women avoid her and if she approaches one who is hurting, she is often beaten and sent away. If I have my way, she will not be here much longer.
By her branding she is now fifteen years old. She has maybe one more year before she must enter the arena and I still have no idea what criteria they use to decide when a new trainee makes her debut in the arena as an official fighter. The way it looks, unless someone notices her and buys her out of this place into concubinage or the sex trade – not much of an improvement from what I’ve heard from the two “demoted” concubines I’m in the process of training for the arena – Deirdre is doomed to die within the year.
I cannot let that happen.
end blog post #40