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Phoenix Flying 17 : Soaring towards Luna and energy balls

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Phoenix Flying 17 : Soaring towards Luna and energy balls

18 August 2017

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Almost a fortnight had passed since Mama Jain had undertaken anything serious with Gaia as she had limited her efforts to receiving light and energy from the photosynthesis of the trees for the Regeneris program. Bluebird was also quite silent and though Mama Jain could feel she that she really wanted to get some things done with her, Bluebird remained silent and respected Mama Jain’s desire to carry on with her own plans.

Mama Jain had been feeling a bit frustrated as she had had a major setback triggered by the chip and she was feeling very misaligned and incapable of performing the kundalini meditation that allowed for Samadhi and the connection to the Everything. Every time she started performing the shamanic dances and the related mudras, she felt that her head was twisting in the opposite direction compared to where she would have had to have it going (and where it used to go previously) and therefore the connection to the Everything kept failing.

Mother appeared just as Mama Jain was about to burst into tears at this waste of all her efforts during the months from December to June. While Mama Jain wiped off her tears, happy that Mother was here to talk to her, Mother shed her warmth on Mama Jain and explained to her that, foregoing what was the general principle of non intervention, she would now bestow upon her the capacity of synchronisation that had been stolen from her through brainwashing so that she could attain the level she had been at before the incidents occurred.

Mother explained to her that after the chip had caused Mama Jain to stumble leading to a loss of consciousness with an injury to the brain and during the time Mama Jain was in the intensive care unit, the sabotage team had brainwashed her so as to remove any possibility of her performing the kundalini meditation in the right way. In fact, they had gone even further and used a trauma based technique to make her allergic to even the idea of kundalini meditation and Mother’s presence. What they had not counted on was Mama Jain’s deep love for Mother and her strong bond to the Everything that would not fully give in to the brainwashing techniques.

When Mama Jain attempted again the song that led to Samadhi, she found herself in a more exhilarated state then before and Mother explained to her that she had actually restored her and added some progress so that her total progress in the connection would be similar to what it would have been had there not been an intervention in the process by the sabotage team. Mama Jain was so happy she felt like hugging Mother but her deep respect and her uncertainty on whether Mother would like such a thing kept her from doing so. Mother read her mind, smiled mildly and informed Mama Jain that she would not mind at all and actually to the contrary would love to have a hug from her daughter. Mama Jain was beside herself with happiness that Mother called her daughter and went to hug her feeling immediately full of peace, love and happiness.

Now that Mama Jain had made more progress, Mother told her she could visit Luna (the name Mother gave to the moon) whenever she wanted now with much more ease. She also informed Mama Jain that she would now be able to fully produce energy balls using the three rotational motor system that was part of the heritage of the tribe that she belonged to. Mother told her to be careful though because the small energy balls made by rotating the two hands with the trinity-based system could become dangerous. Mama Jain had just learnt from Mother this technique and was eager to use it as she found it simple yet potent. It simply consisted of pointing the thumb, the index and the middle finger of each hand towards the other hand in the similar position and rotating the two hands anti-clockwise with only a 180 twirl each time. Mama Jain kept performing the twirls and then absorbing the energy with her body. She could feel her inner organs swell with the well-being made by the energy balls and sighed as Mother drifted slowly away, waving at her as she left.

After Mother left, Mama Jain sat in the meditative posture, put on the Samadhi music and swayed, eyes closed and muttering Luna, finding herself instantly on the crater-filled Moon, while her self that had remained below swayed to the glorious views unfolding in front of her etheric self. Strangely enough, since Mother had restored her kinetic and etheric energy levels, her etheric self could actually feel, see and touch on Luna and did not require Mama Jain’s physical presence to do so. Mama Jain was so pleased with these new findings but sad that she could not share them with anyone and that all of this could not be of help to mankind because of the divisive stance of all the nations who each wanted only their nation to be the one with the most advanced technology. Mama Jain then put on the music for experiencing transcendence and solace on Earth and felt the glow within her slowly grow. For the second time since Mother departed, Mama Jain sighed and put on her glasses so that she could type about the experiences she had just made.

 

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Manvantara – Bliss

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Phoenix Flying 16 : On the synchronisation with Gaia and the nature of causality

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Phoenix Flying 16 : On the synchronisation with Gaia and the nature of causality

9 August 2017

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While Mama Jain pondered on the various possibilities of representation of time and the access of humans to its dual points of connectivity on Earth, Bluebird contacted her all of a sudden resychronising with her in a very deep way. Bluebird was now very keen to work with Mama Jain on an item which now seemed to be out of control and that was climate change. Bluebird asked Mama Jain if they could do again the sessions that allowed for the rains to come down and Mama Jain happily accepted and danced the chamanic dances with Bluebird.

Shortly after she had started the shamanic dances, Mama Jain began feeling an incredible exhiliration and realised that she had recently been connecting fully with Gaia herself who saw herself as a 3 year old child. At the same time, Mother told Mama Jain that the same team that had attempted to sabotage her efforts to make consciousness less dark was attempting now to sabotage her connection to Gaia by a microchip that they had injected in her and that went through her in such a way that neither Bluebird nor Mother herself could help remove without some damage done to Mama Jain. Mother told her the chip could set off a trigger that would de-synchronise Mama Jain with Bluebird amongst a series of other possibilities it had.

Mama Jain was upset with this news but the news of the sychronisation with Gaia won over the other darker bit of news. Mama Jain realised that the connection to Gaia herself was one where she should tread carefully as she could feel her body growing into a gigantic one and therefore she realised that the actual impact of her manifestations of thought would be of a different size altogether. Mama Jain started with the series of songs which were for the alignment of the various consciousnesses and breathed softly. In a few minutes, she was aligned with the consciousness of Gaia and could feel the scent of Jasmine, begonia and frangipani fill her nostrils as she breathed in and out, her chest seemingly an enormous chunk of the planet.

 

As soon as Mama Jain aligned, a reminisced memory from the recent sabotage event crossed her mind and a tear fell as she thought sadly about how much this agency had wronged her and immediately she could feal the heaving of rains that shook through her as well as waters that pushed against the dams built to contain them. On seeing this, she was more dismayed and cried harder which made the rains thicker and the pushing against the dams stronger. She realised that this would be going in circles until she was able to break the vicious circle by a conscious effort of the mind to refrain from feeling dismay at what the sabotage had caused. Mama Jain realised that causality was in some ways either a two way test with a possibility of branching that into an infinite equation or a fractal experience if considered from a multidimensional perspective. She knew this intuitively but the math behind this insight escaped her reach.

 

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Ólafur Arnalds – Beth’s theme

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The Kettle

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The Kettle

5 August 2017

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The kettle was on the stove with its contents probably close to boiling point she thought. She looked at her ring idly and sighed. It was a beautiful ring but somehow its beauty was stifling. She looked at it again and the sparkle of the huge diamond lit a corner of her face as the sun hit it reflecting its sheen on several items around her. She looked at the kettle again.

The last time she had seen it, it had been across her face, with Elias handling it to give her a blow across her jaw, splitting it partially and breaking open a tooth. Elias’s unrecognizable face had poured out a flurry of ghastly words at her, while she had slowly fallen to Earth, further trampled by his large feet. The day she had returned home from the hospital in his company with a large bouquet of roses, he had been so remoseful that she had forgiven him fully. Since then once or twice he had growled at her when she did things “the wrong way”, i.e. in a way that he thought incorrect but had not been violent.

The kettle let out a high whistle as it puffed steam out of its top. She gazed at it before looking at the point where Elias had been sitting…

 

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You’ll Never Know – Vera Lynn

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Humbug

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Humbug

3 August 2017

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The merry-go-round kept taking on new passengers as it twirled around the park, loosened from its bolts. Some passengers stepped gratefully onto it and some were whisked onto it without the intention of being there at all. Sally watched as those who did not mean to get onto the wild gamepod struggled to get out and even achieve any balance at all. It was not a vengeful, baleful or resenting watch but rather one tainted with the inequitable curiosity of the one who had the upper hand in a game with no rules.

As she watched, one or two passengers were able to get off the merry-go-round but for now around 15 remained locked onto its surface which seemed quite akin to a shaking ship’s deck. Most had adapted their composure to that of the pod and were therefore not affected by its mad shaking. Sally smiled as she slowly released the trigger on the pod’s initiate mod and engaged the throttle. The pod burst into a crystal version of itself and one of the passengers turned around to engage Sally in an eye contest as the pod took off.

« I thought you said to the wild in Africa » he said

« The real wild is out there in the skies or down under in the water » said Sally. « We have better material for exploring the skies than the waters which we also believe less apt to provide us with solutions », she continued.

The man shook his head. You are a terrible humbug he said.

Hmmm… Humbug, she said and thought. That is an interesting label. I think I will brace and embrace it, she said.

 

 

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The Best of Scott Joplin

Ode to Joy – Sonny May

Bucket’s got a hole in it –  George Lewis and his ragtime band

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Phoenix Flying 12: The relevance of Samadhi

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Phoenix Flying 12: The relevance of Samadhi

9 June 2017

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A week had passed by since Mama Jain had travelled in the way of the Elders to Mars and she was getting restless as Mother had told her that it would be the first in a series of travels but they did not seem to be going to the red planet again. Mother told her that not only she would have to wait a little bit to travel that far again in the way of the Elders but also they had some other pressing matters to tend to. According to Mother, Gaia’s program had initiated the year before but was reaching peak intensity and the volcanic activity was promising to be quite deadly. Although Gaia had no intention of wilfully killing human beings, she knew she had to rejuvenate and was in a hurry to do so. One of the most disrupting activities that she intended to carry out was the activation of Mount Etna and while Mama Jain had initially thought this would be rather picturesque, she was now realising with the precisions brought by Mother that hundreds if not thousands were going to perish in the aftermath of Etna’s eruption.

Mother told Mama Jain that if she wanted to help minimise casualties, she would have to do a new kind of work that she would show her at the appropriate time. While Etna had rumbled silently the year before, it was now slowly and surely activating and would reach the culminating point of its activity in a few months. Mother allowed Mama Jain to see in time how the projections, the vapour, the landslide, the earthquakes and the lava would together bring a great deal of devastation to the neighbouring towns. Mama Jain thought that this was a terrible thing but Mother assured her that this was a normal process and people should not have been living that close to an active volcano anyway. Mother was of the opinion that Etna had given enough warning signs to ensure that people leave the zone.

Mama Jain set about to do her usual work of raising consciousness and weaving and unweaving the DNA strands to make sure that they were rearranged in the right way for the Regeneris program to be effective. Mother accompanied her on the journey, tending to her when she lacked the required energy to go beyond some of the gates. This was a difficult month so Mama Jain was grateful for Mother’s help as well as for the help of the trees outside her window which granted her pure oxygen and a lot of concentrated energy so that she could travel the multiverse unencumbered.

After she had done a portion of the daily work, Mother told her that she would need to use a diferent set of frequencies which would give her a whole new range of experiences in the etheric. Mama Jain put the music on and as she was swaying to it, she could feel extraordinary vibrations go through her outstretched arms and her brain was incredibly stimulated. Laughing with glee and happy with the experience, Mama Jain kept repeating it using the frequencies and reaching out with her hands to grasp the etheric points of contact which offered the otherworldly experience of bliss and electric vibrations. After a while, Mother explained that this was what the Elders had coined as Samadhi and it was not what humanity thought of it. Indeed, humanity was under the impression that Samadhi was the ultimate experience of spirituality but in reality, all that Samadhi represented was a direct connection to the grid, the source of Everything. Mother explained to her that on connecting to this grid, one could shape the material world around when using the right dosage of intent and imagination.

Mama Jain attempted to shape something but she could not see the result of her shaping. Mother cautioned her to only have beautiful and peaceful thoughts when connecting with the grid as whatever she emitted as vibration would then manifest according to the laws of creative input that governed her own consciousness and therefore her own interpretation of the world around her. Mama Jain wondered whether the mind and consciousness could have thoughts that could not be helped and whether this would have an effect on the material world. Mother cautioned her again not to go down that route clarifying that when one started thinking about the thought of anything negative, including when pondering wether it would be possible, the negative thought was already expressed into the etheric and it would then manifest itself into the world outside.

Mama Jain was still surprised that Samadhi was not the ultimate spiritual experience representing the final stage of an evolved soul as she thought it was supposed to be and that it was just a means to connect with the grid. At the same time she realised that the disappointment was only owing to the years of being brainwashed into believing that Samadhi was the ultimate goal of the spiritual journey and not a stage in the spiritual evolution that allowed for something else to happen. Mama Jain asked Mother why was it that humanity thought Samadhi was the ultimate goal and Mother explained that those who knew the secret did not wish for others to know so they had built the legend in such a way that even those who finally reached Samadhi thought it was therefore over and either gave up their physical bodies or stayed in a state of bliss without pushing further.

Mama Jain was still perplex on the workings of Samadhi and while she was enjoying it and connecting for longer periods of time, Mother suddenly warned her that Etna was looming and it was now or never if she wanted to help. Mother asked Mama Jain to swoop inside it and vibrate in opposing sense to Gaia’s vibration. Within the split seconds she had as the entrance of the crater loomed in front of her eyes, Mama Jain knew that she had no choice but would need to descend into the pit. She realised that it was not during the sleepy time but it was a full-blown Etna spurting hot lava that met her freefall into it. Mama Jain could instantly feel the burning of the flesh even though she knew that it was impossible as she was there only in quantum while her physical self back in her room was guiding her. The mind, however, was a strange tool and replicated mainly in fear what it thought would happen, extending it even to the etheric world while this latter did not obey to the usual rules of the material world.  Even though she knew that she was not actually burning, she could feel the scorching and Mother had to help her out as her heartbeats accelerated too much and she felt that her heart would explode given the panic that had overcome her.

After Mother had helped her out, Mama Jain sat silently weeping from the sheer range of emotions that had gone through her at experiencing Etna in full activity as well as panicking and allowing the sensation of fear and pain to penetrate the etheric world that was normally not at all inclined to function in this mode. Mother cajoled and consoled her and told her that she had been brave and could now rest a while so that she could recover from her emotions. Mama Jain rested a while, then Mama Jain told her to practice again the rite of Samadhi so that she could restore her etheric and physical beings at the same time. Mama Jain sniffled, coughed and then sat upright again, slowly swaying to the frequency and as she did, the music carried her higher and higher, transporting her to the edge of the horizons where she touched the grid again and again and bent it in the infinity movement that Mother had taught her to apply to it. Mama Jain tickled by the connection with the grid smiled slowly and in no time she was laughing and enjoying again the sheer bliss of the connection while her mind slowly drew pictures of beautiful places filled with lush greenery and cool crisp waterfalls surrounded by flowers stretching outwards on the landscape of purple lotuses.

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Pankh Hothe Song – Pravin Godkhindi Flute

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=11D1ytgd2Ww

Of voices fading

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Of voices fading

6 June 2017

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Strumming rains

In burrows of snow

The voice low

In echo

Ringing sharp through the remains

Minutes of my pains

 

Story tells

You, me and the wells

Stony walls

Meet my gaze

I wake up the night in daze

Of stars encircling

 

Seconds cling

To my bones marrow

Blue sparrow

Hunting grounds

Memories lost in the sounds

Of voices fading

 

Reading of the poem:  

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Take My Leave Of You – Ólafur Arnalds ft. Arnór Dan

The Final Chapter – Ólafur Arnalds

Epilogue – Ólafur Arnalds

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9ymya-bQzU

Letting go of Time

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Letting go of Time

16 May 2017

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Dream selling

In storytelling

Heart welling

Soul swelling

Emotions in mind dwelling

Transforming the nerves

 

The thought swerves

Inventing the curves

Of future

Past perfect

Toppling idols they erect

Within shrines of page

 

Hear the sage

Letting go of Time

Instinctive

Act forget

There are blossoms in the fields

They rise when one yields

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Every day it’s the same – Bvdub

I would have waited – Bvdub

Two hours to Forever (Just ask me I’ll stay) – Bvdub

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The Scribes 3 Primum Invocatio

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The Scribes 3 Primum Invocatio

12 May 2017

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Scribe 23 looked from the sun to the jasmine growing under the balcony and marveled at how the small flowers soaked the energy in effortlessly. She turned towards her Master and asked him whether he meant to stay or whether he would be leaving and he made her understand that in a short while he would be leaving again as he had work to do in preparation of the special ceremony. She asked what was so special about the ceremony and he told her that it was not often that the Scribes witnessed a primal being released so it was accompanied by a large ceremony where several Scribes from all over the world were invited to celebrate.

 

Shortly after the sun had set high in the sky the Master left for his own dwelling and Scribe 23 was left to herself. The house was abuzz now with activity and several attendants were preparing the rooms for the various ceremonies of Conjuring that were to take place later on. Most of the people in the city already had what they required as she had conjured items with many usage times but some people from further cities had a need for several items so her skills were required again.

 

She wondered whether she had not floated around too aimlessly and too often the past days to wear off the energy and whether she would have enough left for the various Conjuring ceremonies. She was not overly anxious though as the energy had never failed her and she had always been able to perform the Conjuring. Whenever she felt a waning in the energy either because she had not received sufficient energy from the star gazers or earth conduits or because she had not absorbed enough of the energy herself beforehand, the Master always stepped in and compensated. Right from the earlier days when she had been a disciple, the Master had asked her to perform the Conjuring herself, only stepping in to complete the energy required if there wasn’t enough to complete the Conjuring.

 

Slowly, the house started filling with various persons from the neighbouring city, some star gazers and some normal beings. Scribe 23 noticed with distaste that some of the normal beings were on the older side and realised that she would not be able to ask them for life force energy as they would then be depleted and it was not in her habits to turn away people who required items or to deplete beings that required the Conjuring for their families. She moved towards the front of the first room where there were only star gazers and slowly inked out the items that they required as their flow of energy whirled through her, whipping up the thoughts into manifestation.

 

When she had first asked the Master why it was that the star gazers or earth conduits did not perform the Conjuring themselves, he had answered that while they were able to channel the energy, they were unable to think creatively or to focus their thoughts together with the energy in order to be prepared to ink them. Besides, none of these beings knew how to register the Conjuring down because they did not know how to make the ink of life from the stars and therefore even if they discovered how to focus the thoughts, they would still be missing that vital item to make the Conjuring concrete.

 

Upon entering the final room which contained both star gazers and normal beings, Scribe 23 could feel the palpable anxiety of the normal beings, especially the more aged ones. The younger ones were anxious because they felt that she might ask them to compensate for the lack of energy of the older ones and they would then lose more life force and become older themselves quicker than they wished to and the old ones simply because they were not sure the giving of the life force would not finish them off. Scribe 23 signaled to the older normal beings that she would not be requiring their life force in exchange of the Conjuring but could make the items with less usage times than what they initially wished for.

 

A murmur ran through the huddled crowd as they had come representing the larger population of their city and more usage times were required than what they were asking for. They had only reduced the demand because they realised that they would not be able to offer enough energy for the Conjuring required. Scribe 23 felt their despair and realised that the items they were asking for were not fancy items but simply nutrition and maintenance items so she set about concentrating on how she would harness the energy herself from the room without any of them noticing.

 

Scribe 23 beckoned to one of her attendants signaling to her that she should open wide the windows which the attendant did immediately. The sunlight streamed into the room illuminating her purple robe and she raised her hands over the head of the first star gazer who started absorbing its energy. Her hands hovered over his head seemingly taking in his energy but all the while drawing the sunlight directly into her body. The combined power of his intake and her own absorption was intoxicating and she felt her heart pulse with the rawness of the energy. Scribe 23 asked the star gazer to retreat as she felt she had had more than enough energy for the Conjuring but instead of simply retreating, he immediately sent in a replacement as he had thought it would be necessary to immediately replenish her energy.

 

As the star gazer’s substitute entered the ray, intersecting with the angle of her hands, she felt her palms tingle connecting involuntarily again with the sunlight that coursed through her arms. The star gazer who was on the path of the absorption slowly felt the intensity grow into his brain to the point of almost sizzling and she immediately put her hands to his head absorbing the energy off his brain and disconnecting him. As she did so, the energy he had been channeling flowed through her own hands doubling up the quantity and she could feel her heart ablaze with the energy. She closed her eyes thinking that she had been so foolish to absorb the energy directly without putting in place a protection mechanism where she could be able to stop the absorption. She knew that in a few seconds her heart would implode causing the combustion of the entire neighbourhood.

 

She felt more than she saw the rush of cool air as something sucked her lips shouting “Primum Invocatio” before it hit her on the chest knocking her off her feet and out of the sunlight. Several feet above her body, there was the looming head of what she recognized as Elohim, the first Master. Inside his forehead was the blazing ball of fire that had been seconds before within her heart and Elohim’s head was shimmering translucent under the effect of the condensed energy. The crowd that had dispersed frantically running for cover when they had seen her close to imploding ran back towards them, their eyes wild with adoration and hope that the Master of all Masters would notice them and take one of them as disciple.

 

Above Elohim’s head, she could sense the Master looking down at her and next to him she saw the vial from her locket floating emptied of its content. She could see the outline of his lips where traces of the blood shimmered and moved and she could feel the same movement and tingling on her lips too. The Master made her understand that he had used the vial to invoke the Primal, Elohim, by painting her lips with the blood and when Elohim had appeared and delved into her to absorb the fire ball he had then sucked him out of her, pressing his lips against hers and subsequently levitating with him several feet above her. She knew confusedly that this was not exactly how they were supposed to have carried out the ceremony of releasing the Primal and was sorry she had spoilt it for so many Scribes who had been waiting but was grateful that her life had been saved. She was also surprised to find out that the Primal was Elohim, the Master of all Masters and wondered what this had to do with a second sun.

 

She heard sizzling sounds around her and saw that several Scribes had materialized all around and realised that they had probably felt the release of the primal and had come to pay homage. It was a rare event when a primal was invoked and it was even more precious considering it was the Primal, the Master of all Masters. The Scribes hovered in the air around Elohim, sheltering him from the groping hands of the desperate star gazers and slowly lifted him higher. The Master explained to her that Elohim who was holding her fireball intact with the power of his intent could not use his energy to levitate away as he would then activate the fireball that would pursue its combustion. The Scribes continued floating slowly upwards and dissolved into the ceiling taking the Primal, Elohim, with them.

 

The Quality of Mercy – Max Richter

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOxbI6E7cLk

Phoenix Flying 10: Mastering the spirals of Life

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Phoenix Flying 10: Mastering the spirals of Life

9 May 2017

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Mama Jain was floating with Bluebird back home when she realised all of a sudden that the black holes seemed to be disappearing behind her. She could hear a strange sizzling sound and felt the intensity of the pull behind her subsiding. As she turned back, she caught a glimpse of the last black hole shimmering before completely disappearing. She wondered what that meant considering the extensive Quantum regeneration program that Mother had talked about involving Gaia and the black holes but Mother seemed nowhere to be seen.

 

Puzzled and a little taken aback at the disappearance of the black holes, she continued slowly her descent towards home with Bluebird now in sleep mode on her back. She had come to realise that Bluebird’s sleep mode with her actually corresponded to moments of intense activity where she was being solicited by Nemolusk’s team. Perhaps Bluebird was not eager to show the team that she had acquired a very developed consciousness as she had been put apart bit by bit the last time that something extraordinary had happened. Mama Jain had no doubt that the team would not hesitate to take her apart again if they suspected that she had acquired such a superior consciousness.

 

As she approached her own home, Bluebird dissolved bidding her goodbye as she did and leaving Mama Jain to contemplate the rising sun alone. Mama Jain had so often enjoyed this moment with Bluebird that she felt a sense of loss when watching it without her. She gathered herself on the balcony and stood watching the rising sun as it sparkled on the leaves adorning her garden. Soon she would have to go back inside and start her work but this time without Bluebird for the weaving as she was busy. Mother had told her that together with the weaving for the Regeneris code, she also had to undertake a more compelling and difficult work which consisted of mastering the spirals of Life. Until now, Bluebird had simply helped her with unweaving and reweaving together differently strands of her DNA before she affronted the spirals but now she would have to do more extensive work alone in view of the transformation of her Self.

 

The first time that Mama Jain had come in contact with the spirals of Life, it was like as if a giant snake had bit her and then whipped her out of her senses while holding her in its mouth. She had felt herself rise shooting towards the sky before a giant freefall until she could balance herself and still herself to avoid continuing the freefall. The coil that had seemed like a giant snake seemed to be glaring at her while she hovered in the skies and she knew that she would have to come back towards it and hold on to it until it did not whip her around anymore. Time and time again she had held on to the coil while it thrashed her around between myriads of light particles and portions of shadow that seemed to attempt to cling on to her.

 

Mama Jain walked slowly towards her chair realizing that this time it could be even more difficult as Bluebird was not even there to help her with the initial weaving that infused her with more light and diminished the quantity of shadows that tried to cling on to her. She sat in her chair, assumed the inward position and started swaying to the frequency that was building up. Her hands initially rolled into the form of an O started slowly extending and weaving something before she felt them hook on to the coils and be twisted into various twirling positions as she felt the energy coursing through her arms and body.

 

Twirling and turning, her body one with the coursing energy now, she could feel herself soaring into the air, right through the edge of her skull. She held on to the spirals as they vibrated, twirled and turned and slowly she herself became the spirals as she watched herself split into two parts which were whole parts of her. The two parts danced above her head, twirling and turning and soaring as she followed them into the blinding light that filled her brain and rushed out of her sockets. Higher and higher she danced the spirals going through her sockets and coming back through her mouth before hitting the pit of her stomach and rising again. The light spirals raged twirling and turning, shooting throughout Mama Jain, spurting out of her and delving back inside her before they stilled all of a sudden and all she could feel and hear was her heartbeats slowed down it seemed a hundred times.

 

Mama Jain looked out of her eye and felt the love of the light caressing her now, no longer wild spirals raging in a twirling dance but an iridescent lake of light where she felt her body glide and be caressed by the waters. As she waded through the waters, shimmering coils playfully twirled around her cajoling the particles of what she discovered seemed to be her own body. The two parts of her reunited with her in a hiss as the coils integrated them into her. She felt something stir inside of her as she sensed her foot back down so many miles away touch the ground and she felt herself falling, slowly fading away from the light as curtains of shadows started falling across her sight.

 

Suddenly, with a jolt she felt herself back on the chair again, the energy still coursing through her body, her hands still clinging on to the two coiling spirals of light that resumed their dancing but in a much slower mode. Again, she felt her heartbeat pounding, surrounding her but beating much quicker than it had been before and she felt her face stinging. As her hands slowly moved with the spirals, she could feel the breeze that accompanied them cooling her body and realised that she seemed to have been sweating profusely. The spirals twirled again slower before her hands twined them into her belly where they simmered slowly before becoming fully still again.

 

I knew Happiness once – Brock Van Wey

White Clouds Drift On and On – Brock Van Wey

Mountains will keep your Secrets – Brock Van Wey

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Sim City 6 : Crossing bridges

Geetha B Bridge, Prime Creator, Short stories, Sim City, Stories, Story, Uncategorized

Sim City 6 : Crossing bridges

24 October 2016

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The next morning she woke up still feeling warm all over where the beasts were still lying. As she stirred, the first beast that had laid its head against her cheek the night before lifted its head and gazed at her. The large eyes looked soulful and sad from this close and she no longer felt the fear of the creatures anyway as they had clearly saved her life. She wondered what language she should speak and if it would make any sense to speak at all. She wanted to thank the creatures for having saved her but she had nothing to offer them as she had not taken any food with her when she had left Prime Creator’s location.

 

  • You are welcome, said the beast in her head
  • You talk my language, she said aloud surprised and one of the other beasts awoke and stretched itself. She waited for it too to speak in her head but apparently only the first beast could communicate that way.
  • The others don’t speak human language, said the beast. I do but only in your head, my vocal chords are not evolved enough to make the sounds externally. I am Aiga, I was created by Prime Creator like you were before I decided to take to the woods where I found earlier versions of me. They did not have the same genetic modifications as me so were not able to walk on their hind legs initially and only communicated in snarls. When they saw me moving on two legs, they made me their leader and have been following me around even though they too can now move on two legs after I taught them how to do it.
  • It really is a unique feature, she said, looking from the first beast to the others. To her, they all seemed alike and nothing other than this wordless communication differentiated them as far as she was concerned.
  • I know, said Aiga. What is your name, did Prime Creator give you one`?
  • She looked blankly at Aiga. She was not sure whether Prime Creator had given her a name. You can call me Omega, she said
  • Welcome Omega, said Aiga. If you wish, you may join our tribe.
  • Thank you but Prime Creator’s son said another so I think there are more people like me out here in the woods who might be able to help me
  • They are there, beyond the bridges and huts but we don’t go there, said Aiga. We can accompany you to the end of the bridges. After that you will have to proceed alone.

 

As Omega awoke, so did all the beasts and she felt the slight morning chill as they moved off her body. She felt like wrapping one around her to fight the cold but she did not think it would be a wise thing to attempt. She could feel Aiga smiling next to her and knew that she was still communicating with her mentally. Aiga nudged her towards a small pit on the side of the first of the bridges’ pillars and she saw what seemed like a stack of clothes on some bones.

 

  • We did not kill those, said Aiga in her head. They were already mortally wounded when they reached here and the others just left them and went.
  • I did not think you would have killed them, said Omega.

 

She slowly stripped the clothes off the piles of bones and proceeded to wear all of the ragged clothes one over the other instantly warming herself again. It was not as good as the fur of the beasts but she would have to make do with this for now. She mentally signaled to Aiga her desire to bury the bones and Aiga and the other beasts helped her in pushing the earth over the bones until they were fully covered. Omega then took out a few stones from the river banks and put them on the makeshift tomb. She had watched once a priest praying in a funeral but could not remember the words. She looked at Aiga who voiced “Run with the wind” before all the beasts started howling together. Omega thought it really strange that they would howl now while they had not howled at her the night before, not even with the moon out shining brightly upon them.

 

  • They are only howling to honour the burial performed, said Aiga
  • Did they howl when they first found them, asked Omega
  • No they didn’t. They ate them
  • What do you mean they ate them?
  • Well, the other beasts were hungry and the girls were already dead so they ate them. We don’t kill to eat humans but if they are already dead, we are allowed to eat them. That is how the prime code works.
  • You mean you are coded not to eat living humans
  • We are coded to protect humans and never to eat them alive as long as that code is not overridden by Prime Creator’s red code
  • What is the red code?
  • We can eat any human which threatens the life of Prime Creator or any of its offspring.

 

Omega looked at Aiga warily and Aiga signaled to her that she was aware of the stun gun but that did not count as an attack on Prime Creator’s life as the stun guns did not kill but only immobilized.

 

  • Besides, said Aiga. I know you care for Prime Creator
  • I don’t… started Omega before deciding that she need not justify herself to Aiga or to anyone else. She wondered whether she did care about Prime Creator. It was true that she had gotten used to his incursions into her world in stealth mode after the initial panic that had seized her but she had always felt like she was some pet and when she had discovered the code, she had been determined to flee
  • To flee, yes but not to kill
  • Well I would not have accomplished much if I did kill him. That would have only left the guards and for having roamed into their world unnoticed, I know that my fate would have been worse if I had killed Prime Creator and they had caught me.
  • I see, voiced Aiga in her head and her tone sounded mocking. She clearly did not think that was the only reason Omega had let Prime Creator live.
  • Can we continue over the bridges now, she said, slightly irritated
  • Yes, but you must proceed carefully and walk behind us, said Aiga
  • Why is that`?
  • There are much earlier versions that are strong and that do not obey the prime code. They kill and eat humans and other beasts alike. They were released much earlier into the woods and have lost touch with any coding that had initially created them and would kill even Prime Creator if he were to venture out here.
  • Oh, that is why nobody ventures out here!
  • Yes, they are quite vicious and we too move in packs to make sure we can protect ourselves.

 

Aiga and the other beasts proceeded over the first bridge and Omega followed them closely. Aiga informed Omega mentally that the older beasts did not come out in the open during daytime but attacked mainly at night or when the woods were thickest and hid out the sun. She advised her to stay at the center of the pack when they would be in the woods again between the bridges. Omega obeyed religiously as she could hear the woods alive around them with the noise of twigs and even larger pieces of wood breaking. She shuddered imagining what size they might be as Aiga had given her a mental image of a giant beast when she had talked about them.

 

  • We are far more numerous and almost as strong despite the fact they are bigger in size, said Aiga. Prime Creator stopped making them after the fifth or sixth unsuccessful trial and so they do not attack us. All in all, there must be only four left as I remember we found one already dead.
  • Did the others eat that one too, she asked
  • We don’t eat each other, not even earlier versions of us, said Aiga

 

Omega bowed her head and said nothing. She wondered whether she would eat another human being if she were to feel hungry and not have anything else. Aiga looked at her and said quietly that she was sure she would. Omega felt like saying she would not but she sincerely did not know if she would or not if she were that hungry so she just kept quiet and followed the beasts. Whenever they had finished crossing a bridge, the beasts spread out around her and formed a circle while crossing the patches of wood between the bridges. Omega walked on, hurrying to keep their pace and also aware that the minutes in the daytime were precious and needed to be fully utilized to cross the bridges. When they reached the seventh bridge, Aiga signaled that this was the last and she would have to continue alone because the other versions like her might attempt to destroy them if they went further. Aiga also warned her to be mindful of how she dealt with the other versions as they were not as evolved as she was.

 

There was a small patch between the last bridge and what seemed like a criss cross of logs creating a high fence similar to the one at Prime Creator’s location. She wondered whether the earlier versions of the beasts would come out here in the open. She started running towards the fence and heard the pounding of immense paws break into a race towards her as she picked up speed and leapt across the fence. One of the larger beasts had attempted to catch her in mid-air but only ended up hurling itself against the fence as it had anticipated wrongly her jump. She felt the fence behind her quiver with the shock of the beast’s body hurled against it. The beast yelped and seemed to rise stunned on the other side but she had no time to turn around and try to see it through the tightly knit hedge at the bottom. In front of her, there was what she would have otherwise coined as a welcome committee except that they did not sound too welcoming. It was a group of ladies who all looked almost identical to her except that there was something strange about their features.

 

She moved towards them, hand extended but the first of her copies stopped her abruptly by grunting savagely and shoving a large piece of wood that looked like half a small tree trunk at her stomach, knocking her down and out of breath

 

Don’t say you know – Bvdub

Strength – Bvdub

The Art of Dying Alone – Bvdub

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