The following morning, Clémentin woke up with a splitting headache. His thoughts refused to fall in place. They would come and go, like waves that washed the shores of Mataró where Clémentin lived. The night before had been by far the worst in his recent memory. Clémentin sat up on his bed and rubbed his forehead. Inside, he felt emptiness. “What’s gonna become of me now?” thought Clémentin. “Am I done? Fired? Don’t have anything to do anymore?”
He got up and walked to the bay, hoping for some understanding. The sun watched Clémentin with its reprimanding eye, burning his skin with hot rays, and refused to communicate anything. In despair, Clémentin plunged in cool water, but the sea refused to share its salt with him. The sea had even cancelled its storm and got completely still. Clémentin then walked back ashore and decided to wait until something happened.
He waited on and on. The day was almost spent when some thought finally tapped him on the shoulder – the thought that came from the sea. Clémentin clang to the thought, grabbed it by the sleeve and sewed it on tight to his soul. He made a ruthless decision not to let it go till the evening – until he, with the thought as his lucky charm, went to sleep.
Clémentin’s day began not like any other person’s day – his day began when he rested his head on the pillow and sank into the world of his dreams. When ordinary people slept, Clémentin lived. In his dreams he’d travel down hellish abysses or rise to celestial heights – he’d seen it all.
Hardly did he “wake up” in the dream world, as Fellen greeted him. “Clémentin, you almost lost,” his lips fixed in a lopsided smile, the demon said to Clémentin. “It was your last chance and you managed to use it – oh well, not entirely bad.”
Clémentin did not reply to Fellen. He just stood there and waited for the demon to come up with some decision or a pointer. However, against his will, the thought that he had brought from the sea started to move. “Clémenti-ee-in, you gotta be kidding me. How dare you think of Him in my presence. Summoning Michael, are you??!”
Something happened, and Fellen was at once gone from the dream-woven space where vacuums and elements met. In his stead, Clémentin saw the figure of Archangel Michael approaching, which looked enormous even from afar. The Archangel stopped at an indefinite distance from Clémentin. The space around the Archangel seemed to have more depth to it, as if it had more dimensions. Deep inside his mind, Clémentin heard His unspoken thought. The thought was about him, Clémentin. Suddenly, Clémentin realized – or he was told so – that not much could be done at that point. His life – as he knew it – was finished. His confusion had gotten so profound, his vices so deep-rooted, that he’d better leave then. Be done with the old life and start a new one. Get a fresh start.
“Do you have faith, Clémentin?” rang the unvoiced question directed at him.
He hurt so bad, as if some invisible weight was trying to smash him against the unmeasurable space of the dream world. Laid bare against Archangel Michael’s brilliant light, Clémentin’s ugly memories, like dirty underwear, made him ashamed of himself. He realized he’d now agree to anything.
“I do,” Clémentin replied without words.
Then his shame reached its peak. Clémentin broke down and cried. Heavy feelings rushed down his soul like a snow avalanche descending from Alpine peaks. With every passing second, he was feeling more and more relieved.
And then he forgot everything: memories had left his head, drowned out by his tears. All Clémentin could see was darkness. Until he could see no more.
A flash of bright light. Another flash of light. Something was bothering him, something was waking him up, something nagged him. Clémentin opened his eyes and, to his surprise, found himself in his very bed.
It was broad afternoon. It was drizzling outside, yet the sun was out as well – a rare combination. Blinking fast through the remains of his sleep, Clémentin stared at his palms, then touched his face and, having sprung out of his bed, rushed to the mirror. A well-familiar reflection stared him back in the mirror.
Suddenly, he heard a sound outside the window. Through the thin veil of raindrops that sparkled in the sun, he saw a small angel. The angel was flying in circles in front of his patio, making crazy loops as he went around.
“You live, Clémentin, you live!” said the angel.
And then Clémentin realized he had just been born.
Okay, let me see when this happened. The screenshot in my phone is from December the 7th, 2016, 8:01 am. It means I had this dream on the night of Dec 6 to Dec 7.
I dreamed about some place abroad. I was outside an old building, standing on the line to a movie theater with other. Suddenly, some kind of employee of that place walked out of his booth, holding a phone receiver in his hand.
“Does anybody speak Russian here”, he addressed the crowd.
“I do”, I said.
“Could you pick up. Someone needs help here”, he told me and gave me the receiver (or maybe it was a portable radio phone.
“Hello!” I said into the phone.
“Hi, is this Alexandra Leonidovna?” asked me a female voice with a thick French accent. I was shocked she knew my first and my paternal name, because I was supposed to be a total stranger to her.
“Yes, it’s me,” I replied.
“Do you know where in Paris is located the church of San Germain du pre?” she asked (I’m misspelling the name of the church to reflect her French pronunciation with the nasal “ung” and “dew” sounds).
“I don’t know…” I replied in confusion. Hastily, I racked my brain for this name. The only Parisian church I could think of was Notre Dame. I also remembered D’orsay and the Louvre for some reason. “But I can check on the map in my phone”, I said. But the woman on the phone had already hung up.
Then there was a leap in my dream. I could see this old church, Said Germain des Prés, simultaneously from the inside and the outside. Inside there were two men guards. Outside, there was a woman who looked a bit like a vagabond or a beggar. She was pregnant.
“I need to go inside”, she told the guards. For some reason it was important that she gave birth to the baby inside of this church.
One of the guards was a skeptic, and he said: “Look at her, she must be mad!” But his partner guard could feel that there was something unusual about the woman and the whole situation. He said: “Wait, maybe it is us who is actually crazy, not her”.
I don’t know what happened eventually, for I woke up in my bed.
The first thing I did upon waking up was, of course, I google the name of the church. My eyes got really big when I saw that not only there was a church by the exact name, but also that Saint Germain des Prés was the single oldest church in the whole of Paris!
It was the first Christian church ever built in Paris. And it’s still there today!
Because I had this dream in December, it was almost New Year’s Eve. I did not have the time or the opportunity to go to Paris.
I waited for almost one year to do it. Towards the end of 2017, I decided I’d go to Paris for New Year’s and would visit the church while I was there.
There were almost no hotels left. Finally I found a not-entirely-horrible place in Les Gobelins. Because I was learning Japanese at that time, I miraculously attracted Japanese people. The guy at the front desk looked Japanese, but I didn’t want to question him about his country of origin.
My roommate, though, turned out to be a Malaysian guy who was born and was living in Japan. He told me I could call him “Lin-san”, while he would call me “Alesia-chan”. Actually, the Japanese use “chan” instead of “san” when they talk to babies, little kids and teenagers. I was flattered that I must have appeared quite young to him 😉
In the morning of December the 31st, I set out on my trip to Saint Germain des Pres. The forecast predicted rain, and there were some omnious-looking clouds in the sky. I decided to take a longer route to a far-away metro station, because it’d be inconvenient to get there from Rue de Gobelins. As I was walking to the station, my heart skipped a bit. In a flash, I remembered that this had happened to me before. I’ve seen this over-the-street train, this route and this area a long time ago in another dream. I stopped and made a short video for myself.
I was destined to undertake this journey a long time ago.
As I reached the square where Saint Germain is located, there were not that many tourists there. I guess it’s a place that’s more popular with the locals. There were about a dozen Christmas tents selling food, pastry and some souvenirs. Suddenly, the sky cleared the sun came out. It felt as if I was in a dream. With my gaze slightly blurred, I was looking around the place, as if in a trance. Then I decided to go inside.
There was a statue of a woman with a baby (probably of Virgin Mary) at the far end of the church that sent chills down my spine, don’t know why. I also found the tomb of John II Casimir Vasa (I know his name from a common historical period shared by Poland, Lithuania, Ukraine and Belarus). Now, I read in Wikipedia:
He [the king] died on December 16, 1672 from apoplexy, and his burial took place inside the Wawel Cathedral in Kraków. His heart was interred in the Abbey of Saint-Germain-des-Prés.
How strange is that!
Now, they say the Abbey (and later the church) were founded by Saint Germain, a bishop of Paris. It’s a burial site of many kings. Also, until the 17th century, the church “owned” a major part of Paris and was one of its administrative centers.
And, of course, I can’t help thinking of the mysterious Saint Germain (the theosophical figure.) Just to clarify, this isn’t the same man as the Bishop Saint who founded the Abbey.
I spent close to an hour inside Saint Germain des Prés. After all, it was the main reason I flew to Paris to see off the year 2017. When I left the church, the sky was bright blue and the sun was shining. I bought some fried potatoes with mushrooms from the street fair around the church. As I was standing there, eating my food, two women asked me:
“Excuse me, are you American?”
“Nope”, I shook my head. Don’t know why I remember that incident. And don’t know why they asked.
Every once in a while, I feel like compiling a list like this. For example, check out my 7 Greatest Contemporary Instrumental Music Composers 😉 I hope this will help some of you discover new artists or songs you may have never heard. Enjoy!
MIKA and Chiara | Stardust
Chiara won X-Factor Italy and MIKA was the coach. What’s interesting about them (well, to me) is that they both have the Sun in Leo in their horoscopes frrrrrrrrrrr
Brett Anderson and Ilya Lagutenko | Scorpio Rising
I’ve known about Ilya Lagutenko and his band Mummiy Troll for a really long time. But only recently did I really get to like them. Ilya does amazing live broadcasts on Instagram, one day I almost cried from happiness when I caught their live broadcast from a Tokyo show and he was singing in Japanese..
But his one is a collaboration with a British singer Brett Anderson. And yes, my ascending (rising) horoscope sign is Scorpio wshhhhhhh
Jamie Winchester and Hrutka Róbert | Hide and Seek
This could be a good time to confess that Jamie Winchester is actually one of my favorite artists in the world. He may not be tremendously big, but for me he’s got this personality and this creative genius that should be known to more people, I believe.
MIKA and Fedez | Beautiful Disaster
MIKA and Fedez both judged the Italian X-Factor, and that’s how they met. A nice side effect was this quite interesting video.
Jamie Winchester and Baba Yaga | Secret Combination
Baba Yaga records are extremely hard to find these days. I used to own an audio tape (!) by them back in… not even sure which year. Jamie met this Russian folk band at some kind of festival and they decided to do a project together called “Baba Yaga”, which was this eclectic- and unique-style band for some time. Their songs combine really vigorous folk singing in Russian and Jamie’s vocal and rock music. I really like another song by them, but there isn’t a video for it on YouTube.
PITINGO, Farah Siraj and Dorantes | Leila
This is a HT to my Lebanese origins (if you know what I mean 😉 ) PITINGO is a Spanish flamenco artist who also sings in other styles, and does many joint projects with other artists. Don’t know why, but his personality amazes me. He started his life’s career doing something different, but I think he was destined to eventually become what he is nowadays. (I do hope someone will invite him to play an elf in a fantasy movie one day :)))
Muerdo and Lola Membrillo (Perotá Chingó) | Semillas
In one interview, Muerdo said that his stage name literary means “a bite” in Spanish, but it’s another word for “a kiss”. I believe he has a great voice and a lot of expressiveness. In this feature he sings together with Lola Membrillo (aka Perotá Chingó).
If I am ignorant, I am in the dark. If I am learned, I am in even greater darkness. ~ paraphrasing the Vedas.
Linear thinking is a way of, first of all, learning things. And, second, of performing cognitive operations with the things you have learned.
Cognitive operations are analysis, synthesis, comparison, etc. If both are linear (the learning and the building of new knowledge off of the already acquired knowledge), the individual plunges into infinite darkness where he or she never achieves illumination (or, as they say, “enlightenment”.)
Because of the limited nature of linear thinking. Imagine that the world looks like this.
And, say, the linear mind (liner learning + linear thinking) wants to explore Existence.
So, it goes like this.
It keeps tackling the question from multiple sides/facets, but keeps failing to grasp the big picture.
A linear mind is also puzzled by contradictions. It can’t see the whole.
How do you define linear?
Once in a English literature class the teacher drew a timeline of literary genres on the board. The timeline was linear and went consequently from one genre to another.
The teacher then said: “you may have noticed that certain genres come back within similar periods of time. If you look at the timeline in terms of cycles [classicism – decadence – renaissance – neo classicism, etc.], it will be easier for you to remember.”
In existence, linear motion comes across as very unnatural.
Think about these cycles:
spring | summer | fall | winter | spring…
life | death | life…
Q1 | Q2 | Q3 | Q4 | Q1…
Linear represents a not fully natural, simplified picture of the phenomenal world.
Knowledge vs information
Albert Einstein famously said that “true knowledge comes from experience; everything else is information.” At least this quote is attributed to him.
If you have never been to Malaysia, no matter how much you “learn” about it from others, this is information. A human being has limited time in this world to have first-hand experiences. With that in mind, one should always remember that most of what they learn is useless. It’s like honey that was never gathered, but was only observed by an idle bee from the distance.
How to be truly phenomenal
Maybe I’ve been reading too much of Swami Vivekananda these days, and it’s been affecting my mind.. But, for what it’s worth >
Phenomenal = natural = accidental as in a “natural phenomenon.”
The opposite of linear thinking is phenomenal thinking (here’s to those of you who thought I’d say “spherical” or something like that.)
Existence is a natural phenomenon. By exploring it with a natural mind, you can get complete, non-contradictory knowledge.
The reason I started this post with a quote from the Vedas, which is a great source of “phenomenal” (if in a slightly different sense) knowledge, is that, according to them, there are six sources of non-contradictory knowledge.
For your learning process to be phenomenal, all six should be in balance.
- Direct observation
- Testimony by an authority (who is to be trusted)
- Logic (including analysis, comparison, etc.)
My peculiar education
From an early age, I’ve been getting these insights about how the world works from time to time. They did not come from my teachers, my friends or my parents. They rather came from a source within me, which I cannot explain.
When the circumstances are right, I sometimes get a powerful message that “attacks” me with these three components at once:
- deep idea
- strong emotion
- visual scheme
As for the visual scheme, I normally see it with my mind’s eye – no hallucinations, or course.
For example, one day I suddenly saw that the world’s gravity system is a hierarchy of escape holes (=black holes). At first, I could not believe my own idea. Yet pretty soon it was partially confirmed by scientists who discovered black holes inside atoms.
(If you are interested in this particular subject, there’s an article about it on my other blog.)
I often feel sorry for the people whose habit of using the linear mind is blocking them from receiving information in the same way I get some of “my” ideas.
The conclusion and the gist of this post is that the linear mind has its limitations. Intuition can serve like a flashlight in a dark forest and can illuminate the path ahead, if temporarily. It can help you take a shortcut.
This is not to say that intuition alone can be reliable. But linear thinking without its 5 other rightful companions (see “non-contradictory knowledge”) is doomed to bring progress at snail’s pace.
As I wrote before, I came across the original quote of the Vedas and the metaphor that a still mind beholds the absolute while reading “The Journey Continues: A sequel to Apprenticed to a Himalayan Master” by Sri M.
The person who told me about the six sources of non-contradictory knowledge was my friend and mentor Prof. M.I. Mikhailov. Together with his wife who is a mathematician, he co-authored “Key to the Vedas“, a scientific research that contains proof that the Vedas are nothing by syllabically-encoded mathematical-astronomical body of code. And, if you know the key, you can decipher the message contained in the great ancient scriptures.
The Japanese have a complex writing system. In addition to two alphabets, they also make ample use of Chinese hieroglyphs. But, if learning Chinese writing is difficult in itself, it becomes twice as difficult in the Japanese language, because each symbol has two “names”, a native Japanese name and a borrowed Chinese name.
Sounds crazy, I know. The native names are normally used for simple words made up of just one symbol. For example, 日 – means “the sun”, “sunlight”, or “day”. It’s pronounced as “hi” (just like the English word “he”). However, when this word is used with other characters , the Japanese pronounce it in a Chinese way – “ni” or “nichi”.
For example, 日曜日 (nichi-yo–bi) is Sunday in Japanese.
日本 (ni-hon) mean Japan.
In an overwhelming number of instances, I prefer Japanese “names” to their borrowed Chinese counterparts. For example, I really love the word 人”hito”, which means “person”, “people” or “human”. But I don’t really like “jin”, which is its borrowed Chinese cousin. The “jin” variant is used in compound words such as 外人 “gai-jin”, “foreigner.”
Wednesday, the “water day”
In Japanese, each day of week has its own symbol. For Sunday, it is the sun (日), as I said earlier. For Monday, it’s the moon (月) and Monday is 月曜日 (getsu-yo–bi) – the Moon Day.
But my favorite day is Wednesday.
The symbol which is used in this day of the week is this one – 水 – and it means water. The Chinese “name” of the symbol is “sui”, and Wednesday is “sui-yo–bi” (水曜日). This hieroglyph is the only exception for me, because it’s the only one for which I prefer the Chinese pronunciation over the Japanese version. The Japanese name for water is “mizu” (miso soup, anyone?)
The state of Missouri
Which brings me to an interesting discovery I made today. The American state of Missouri (and the Mississippi River) have Native American names. They say that indigenous tribes of America crossed Alaska in some really distant past, and that was how they got to this part of the world.
Before Alaska, they travelled from Altai through Siberia. If you look at the outfits, the facial features, and the traditions of Altai tribes, they do look a bit like Native Americans.
Come to think of the Japanese island of Hokkaido, which is in the very North of Japan. It’s quite different from the rest of the country, and they say its people are related to the tribes of Altai. There are some linguistic similarities between them, too.
Also, because Japan is so diverse (you can sense the Chinese influence in Central Japan and the South-most island of Okinawa looks like Hawaii or Tahiti to me), linguists can’t decide where to place the language. Some claim it’s related to Korean, others say it’s close to the Altai languages, while there’s a group that favors its likeness to Polynesia / Oceania tongues.
Still, the question remains…
So, I wonder if Missouri and Mississippi are called this way, because “mizu” (misu) means “water” in Japanese. I still don’t know why Wednesday is a rain day, but I’m pretty determined to find out.
Aenuee stood guard to the portals and times when he noticed an algorithm by the name of Fralandin idly making his way through the stars.
The guard sensed two conflicting tendencies in the algorithm that were mutually exclusive. On the one hand, Fralandin was oozing energy, ready to plunge into action at any moment. On the other hand, since he had completed the previous task too early, he reasoned – why not snooze around space for a little longer. And so he advanced, taking two steps forward, and one step backward. Until the cybernetic inertia and his craving of action brought him to the gates of Aenuee.
“Hey, Fralandin, lazy bones. Why don’t you make yourself useful?” asked the guard without saying a single word.
” Who is lazy bones? I assume you realize that I came to you at my own will, and you didn’t have to summon me. Swoosh-swoosh”, the energies inside Fralandin accelerated the way a person who wants to go to the bathroom becomes really desperate upon crossing the threshold of their apartment. Aenuee realized he’d better give Fralandin a task as soon as possible before he’s torn apart by the swirling of frequencies in him.
“All right, buddy. Can you see that vacuum, #PAX174? The Pain Eaters over there have too much on their plate, they are barely making it. It’s an interesting place, I bet you will love it. It’s relatively young and is in the process of transitioning to another level. So, we’ve been noticing many anomalies. Can you help them out? Can you see what’s going on over there?!”
All the energies inside Fralandin started to move at an accelerated pace. He was spilling fountains of energy all over the Nearport. And, once the acceleration had reached its climax and his focus on portal #PAX174 had become absolute, like an arrow, Fralandin’s essence darted in the gate’s swirling spirals.
And he vanished out of Aenuee’s sight completely.
Well, although, in my previous post, I promised not to write anymore, you should realize that that was the uncut version, and one that I wanted to post when I was fully resolved to quit blogging. 😉
Which is no longer the case.
Ukrainian artist Tatyana Glebova did this amazing illustration (above) for my upcoming novel, “Yours, Daniel Rayner”
The novel is based on various dreams that I’ve had in the past few years. Even the main character of the novel, Daniel, is a person from one of my dreams.
There’s a Russian-language short variant available online. I really want to translate it into English, hopefully in a few weeks’ time.
Besides, there’s another work I have in mind. It’s called “Pain-Eater’s Girlfriend”.
The story is as follows.
The story is set in New Jersey. Alison Page is an ordinary schoolgirl who is prone to unexplainable fits of depression.
One day, a bike accident makes her cross paths with Takeshi Yokimura, the most mysterious boy in their school. Takeshi used to be bullied a lot because if his extraordinary intellect. But after four boys beat him up and get into a horrible car accident immediately after that, everyone begins to be frightened of Takeshi and he doesn’t have any friends.
After Takeshi helps Alison in the bike accident, he acts as if he is her boyfriend. Little by little, Alison realizes that Takeshi is not only a freak, but also is not even human. He’s part of the pain processing algorithm that got incarnated on Earth in order to solve tricky causes of psychic pain. He’s after Alison because of her inexplicable depression attacks.
So, which one do you think I should complete first? 😉
[This is the uncut edition of the stream-of-consciousness piece which I wrote this spring and never published – until now. So, it probably contains typos and some gibberish writing. Please have patience with me]
OK guys, I think this will be my last post on this blog. After you read it, ~I’m sure you will understand why.
It is not science fiction, it is not an extracted memory. It’s something I’m going through right now, and something that’s all around me at the moment.
The new age is upon us, folks. This spring much more than ever, much stronger than ever, I can sense that.
The great night that has lasted for thousands of years is coming to an end.
There is the old world that’s being smitten away by the new paradigm. It’s not an over-night happening, but , with each passing day, the trend will be increasing.
What does it mean exactly? The consciousness is waking up. New “programs”, new ?code” for humanity is being fed into all aspects of our physical and etheric world.
This spring has been difficult for me. Allergies, breakouts, back pain. That’s because I was born in the 80’s and in many ways I do not comply… With the new energy.
It’s a big cleanup, that’s what’s happening right now. The last chance to enact old scenarios. At some point they will begin o look ridiculous. Is there work to be done? Yes and no. For those who want to feel comfortable with and be well in the new energies, they need to tune in.
Those who are still trying to break the old system – please quit trying so hard. It will soon be destroyed by the very hand of Time, by the Current. 🙂
“Oh, how harsh of you!”
Look, as humanity , we are one. Please read the Egg. It’s most enlightening.
We are one living body, we are all cells-neurons-atoms or whatever it is of one begin. Call it Purusha, Vishnu, And, whatever it is. It’s that oneness and totality that we are.
Yet we each have individual, unique consciousness.
And, surprisingly, the new age is about actualizing the individual in each of us.
And how do you do that when 90% of people are not thinking their own thoughts? They borrow their thoughts from TV, from pop culture icons, from spiritual gurus.
But they truth has showed up in person this time. It’s ripe within you and ready to be picked. Are you paying attention, my fellow human?
Or are you int he old scenarios that were part of the Dark Age? Be careful, for those constructs are being destroyed as we speak, and if you’re heavily invested in them, you may go away with them.
In part, I don’t even care if I go away. Maybe my mind, body and soul are too screwed towards the old patterns. They may well turn out to be out of tune with the new programs, but.. who cares.
I have no doubt about my eternal soul. And no doubt about the eternal soul of any human being.
Sure, there are deadly sins that may corrupt it, I don’t know to which extent. But that’s not the point I’m trying to make.
The new world is upon us. It is beautiful. We all are going to benefit from it. But some people are still clinging to the old templates. It does not matter how old you are, even if you are 90 or 100 years old. You can still tune in. To the new song,
Because if you don’t, with each day it will be increasingly difficult for you to live in the world.
Also, birds of feather flock together. There is a reason why people who are in tune with the coming change shy away from the old constructs. Btw, by “old” I mean something like 4-6 thousand years old…
Thing is, you can’t be both – dead and alive , you have to choose. If you succumb to the frequencies of the old society, such as spite, fear, pain, divided vision, viewing others as inferiors, and so on and so forth .. then you fall out of tune with the new feelings of peace, acceptance, compassion, joy, optimism, and other beautiful feelings.
Therefore, make up your mind. If you think what I have written is new-age fluff and childish optimism, you have already picked your side. It’s your choice, not mine. But it doesn’t have to stay this way.
Old world: greed – people want to own THINGs, separation – disparate groups of people each have a mass-mind energy construct of their own, to which they contribute and off which they “feed”; mass action – few sources of information that determine what people think, which results in millions of people processing very similar thoughts, kind of like radio stations playing the same tune.
Just go to Twitter, enter any politically hot hashtag, and you will see millions of tweets that may have different wording, but they look like they’ve been produced with a ~Xerox machine.
Fear – it’s a historically determined reaction to many things in life, because in the past many things had gone wrong. Dull, bleak colors – on images, book covers, apartments, in cafes. Language full of destructive, negatively-charged words – but they don’t even notice it.
Mind – full of obscure mysticism – that’s why we still have religion. People were insusceptible to truth and could not observe it directly, therefore we need religion during the Great Night . And Saints to lead the humanity through.
New world: generosity – yeah, baby, I’m spending big on Uber and AIrBnB, for it’s my fellow humans getting the moneys. I keep the resources flowing. $$$ is the blood of the economy, I do not accumulate. I don’t wish to “own” things. I can use them as long as I’m living my life, and part with them lightly when I move on.
Individuality – I’m trying to make sure my thoughts are the reflection of my inner world, of the eternal should that’s speaking within me. To be able to hear it’s voice, I turn off the TV, I turn off the radio, I mute the people who come screaming at it someone else’s political agenda. And I listen.. And I can hear myself.. And I say it or write it down. Heck, maybe I even make music of it, I don’t know.
Peace – I trust life, and believe anything is possible and that I’m gonna make it with the right attitude.
Light, happy colors – light furniture, big glass windows – let the light in!
Language – I’m paying close attention to what I say and how I say it. “Names have power” – Neil Gaiman. I don’t apply swear words or offensive words to any human being, even those deemed “villains”. How can you stay Christian and bad-mouth another human being. Are you not to forgive everyone? Then you’re only partly ~Christian.
Intelligence – it’s not only the intellect. It’s just knowing the truth internally, without anyone telling you. Having direct contact with and access to the divine. Like I said, the Truth has now showed up in person! Open your eyes and see!
P.S. Change does not always look nice, its appearance may be ugly. But do judge it by the fruit.
Dear reader, with Series B, I begin a conceptually new cycle of short stories. I hope you like them. Thank you.
Leada was a happy child, for her life was a slew of one joyful experience after another.
It was the time of year when the girls did a space project with Teacher. This year, each student was to create a spacefly (with her mind, using the generator of nano particles), equip it with the necessary instincts and fly it all the way to Mars.
It was exciting to watch your spacefly appear from the generator and keep your fingers crossed while it was en route to Mars, hoping you had programmed it correctly to avoid obstacles. If anyone’s spacefly committed a mistake, the computer produced a report with possible oversights. Sometimes, reasons stated were “unknown obstacle”, “undetectable factor” or others you couldn’t improve on.
One morning the students were headed for the laboratory – and what a beautiful morning it was! All adults in the research center were giving the girls delighted looks. Leada was born into a generation where kids were admired and considered somewhat superior to adults.
Just before that, a cultural revolution took place: adults admitted they had been steering progress in the wrong direction, and only a fresh perception could save the world. People started listening to kids more, trying to draw innovative ideas from them.
The new course lead to a rapid influx of scientific discoveries and new social projects. Leada was born when projects either proposed, or merely fantasized, by kids were beginning to bring fruit, and hopes were high among adults that kids could be the key.
It was indeed a great time to be a kid, because everybody viewed you as a hero. Leada loved the admiration and respect she felt coming from adults. She had already taken her course in Enhanced Empathy – a class that teaches you to perceive emotions of people within minimal distance from you. After you take the class, life becomes more exciting for you.
Leada noted, with joy, that she was paying adults her share of respect by doing her best, acting her best and looking her best. The girls and she had on their beautiful silver costumes with green emblems of the Galactic Research Center attached in 3 places: on the front and on both sleeves.
After the day’s practice, the girls retired to their dormitory. In the evening, they usually had a night out in the woods. They would make a fire and stargaze. Stargazing was another benefit of being on the space project. Leada loved it.
On one of those nights, Leada was sitting by the fire, watching Venus, wondering if she would ever cease to admire the planet.
Suddenly, she saw a shiny object fly across the sky, and it took Leada some time to realize it was moving unlike any space body she knew. The object seemed to have a consciousness of its own, because it was moving forward, then backwards and then to the side. Such free choice of trajectory intrigued Leada. All of a sudden, the bright obejct launched swiftly and flew straight into the woods. Leada gasped.
The girls turned to her. It seemed no one had been watching. “Did you see that?” asked Leada. The girls shook their heads, and Mara, the eldest of the girls, asked “See what?”
“Some shiny thing just fell from the sky”, Leada pointed in the direction of the woods. “I wanna go and see what happened to it. Do you wanna come with me?”
The girls shook their heads. It was so warm and comfy by the fire. “OK, please someone wait for me here”, said Leada and she walked towards the woods.
Right after she lost sight of her girlfriends and the campfire, she felt uncomfortable. Being alone, in the woods… An unknown ancient instinct came over her.
Leada had been walking for about 5 minutes when she saw another extraordinary thing. A shiny shape that looked like a human or an upright-walking animal appeared in the distance and disappeared behind the trees.
Leada shook her head and wondered if she was seeing things. Then suddenly the forest felt comfortable. As if some untraceable presence wanted Leada to relax.
Leada’s head and feet were beginning to get heavy . But then, wow… She clearly saw the same shiny shape even further away this time, and it was approaching her.
Leada could not believe her eyes. The creature looked like a fairy from the drawings of the famous fairy hunter, Ronis Selascu. Thing is, fairies almost never make direct contact with humans. They did appear to Ronis, because he spent 25 years trying to prove fairies had a language, which turned out to be a sign and metaphor language after all.
Leada was afraid to move or breathe. But she knew she had to be careful. From what she had read, fairies were not as sweet-tempered as believed previously. But neither were they mean.
Vessels to vector-free natural energy, fairies were like weather, storms and earthquakes. And like weather, they could do great good or great damage to you.
When the fairy was close enough, Leada saw that It was only semi-solid. Its body was quivering like a reflection of light on water.
The fairy had no distinct facial features, but It had a large head with bellflower-like things sticking out from the top. It also had rather big elvish ears. The rest of its shape was more abstract.
A rustling and jingling sound accompanied the fairy as It moved through the woods. When It got really close to the girl (and Leada was sure they fairy must have seen her by then), It started to slow down until it came to a full halt. The fairy was just standing there, quivering, and Leada could hear barely audible jingles.
Leada did not know what to do.
Eventually, after just standing there for 15 seconds, the fairy moved in the opposite direction. Leada followed the fairy on instinct, keeping some distance, until they both arrived to an open space at the edge of a hill.
There were several water streams running down the hill. They met at the foot of the slope and formed one stream that looked like a little river.
The fairy got to the edge of the hill and swirled on the spot, losing volume and increasing Its brightness, until It became a star-like bright shiny object again. It then shot back into the air and flew across the sky like the UFO Leada followed initially.
As the soft jingling echo from the fairy filled the air, Leada got in incoming telepathic contact. Who could it be at this time? She projected the caller’s presentation card against the night sky, and saw it was a boy about her age.
She did not know the boy! This made her very curious, because she knew it was really difficult to telepathically contact someone you haven’t met in person. You’d have to be a genius to do that.
Leada picked up. The boy said:
– Hello Leada, you don’t know me. My name is Shanzen.
Leada could sense that the boy’s frequency kept changing as he spoke. This was very unusual. It was a miracle he was able to keep the connection up and running. Leada started to have huge respect for the boy. Because they were in a telepathic contact, Shanzen could sense her confusion. He said:
– I don’t want my frequency to be detected, because I’m being watched.. most of the time.
– Why would anyone be watching you? Leada asked in amazement.
– You will understand soon. There is something I want you to learn about the world you live in, Leada. There is something you don’t know about its recent history.
Leada could not detect any trace of modified truth in what he said, so she listened on. Shanzen sent her a zipped memory that felt really low-frequency, like her grandma’s memory from the sad terrible world that ended before Leada was born.
– I’ve done my best to include just the facts, said Shanzen.
She accepted the memory and hesitated a bit before unzipping it. Eventually she did. And what she saw shocked her.
The Great Division. The world government decides there’s not enough resources to provide a high-tech lifestyle for everyone. So, they select a large group of people, about 10% of the population. The rest would provide for the 10%.
Leada saw that wonderful Item Factories where everything was produced by sheer psychic energy, according to mental blueprints… were powered from another world.
There is the invisible pipeline… Kids about Leada’s age live in poor conditions. They go to work every day. No time for research, discovering things or anything else.
To make a living, they’re forced to contribute their mind power to the central power plant. They are like modern-day Duncan Camerons, people in psychic chairs, who power the production of things in Leada’s world. For Leada world-people would never have time or resources for that.
-This can’t be!
-Good morning, Mr. Oldroy, the house echoed.
The morning was good and gorgeous indeed. Gizem walked out onto the white marble balcony and glanced over at the bright blue sea.
One never gets tired of searching for the ever-elusive “sea color”.
He got an incoming call from Kedler. Obviously, the latter knew he was awake. Gizem thought he missed the days when telepathy was reserved for the select few.
Margaritas ante porcos.
-Hello Kedler, what’s up?
-Mr. Oldroy, the delegation from the city of Haey, Alceon, Dimension Beta6 are requesting a meeting on Thursday.
-Tell them I can meet with them at 15:15.
-Will do. Over.
Gizem had a thing for numbers. 15:00 to 16:00 every day was his favorite time to take care of things. That was when he was feeling most relaxed. As were most people to his observation.
Suddenly, Gizem felt that Leada had entered the house. Something was wrong. He could feel unusual rage in her, and scanned her emotional field for other clues. There were none. Just pure rage.
The girl in the silver GRS jacket ran up the staircase and pushed wide open the doors of Gizem’s study.
-Father, we need to talk!
Only then Gizem could get her thought, something that was on the top of her mind. He groaned. Leada had learned the truth.
I started writing this about a year ago. Any resemblance to persons or situations living or dead is purely coincidental.