Shamballa is in lockdown. Atomic bombs are going off in the distance. I watch the monitors as mushroom clouds expand and waves of destruction decimate the landscape. I order the cameras with subterranean shaft mountings to be submerged before the blast destroys them. A few screens go blank before the cameras could be fully lowered. The radiation alarms are howling and I know suddenly the US is drowning in high level radiation. Communication satellites are all disabled or unable to be reached. All communications save our outdated land lines are no longer working. Cell phones are useless.
The worst part is I don't know how this came about. I can't remember how I got here or even what day it is. Shamballa seems different too. Subtle things but I'm starting to notice it now. My office is all twisted. The desk is wrong, the bookshelves are impossibly barren and the security panel no longer exists.
I don't know what's happening, but I dont like it.
Tech 7 rushes in. I am so happy to see her safe that only after I embrace her tightly and hold her in my arms do I realize she no longer is based in Shamballa but works abroad. My head rests on her shoulder, she feels good in my arms for only a moment,and suddenly I fear looking at her face again as I know this can't be her.
I'm scared...but I don't get scared.
I pull back and I find it hard.
I look at Tech 7 and suddenly she IS different. She's got black eyes instead of blue. Her hair is red instead of golden brown and her face has changed. I don't know this young woman who stands before me. She wears a sardonic grin.
"Yes, you do...and if you don't remember, I don't care because I certainly remember you."
I worry she is a top-rated assassin that has infiltrated Shamballa. The tone in her voice frightens me, she clearly wishes me harm.
There it is again...fear. I know too much to fear. How is any of this possible? What's going on?
"C'mon don't be afraid of me. I LIKE you."
She reaches out her arms to me.
I find my voice.
"Who are you? Why are you here? What did you do to Tech7?"
"Don't you remember me? I'm hurt. Maybe I should hate you."
"Answer my questions! Who are you?"
"Look."
My viewscreens turn back on and the feeds are all dead save for some showing complete desolation.
"Everyone you cared for is gone. You are alone...with me. No one besides us."
I awaken to the reality of the situation...at last.
"I'm flattered you wanted to spend this time with me Ms. Obsession. I am not afraid and the images you have crafted have lost their power. I realize now this is the Halloween season when your astral world gets just a bit closer to Earth thanks to all the negative consciousness and thoughts of hundreds of millions of Americans, but I am aware of this...and I have a gift for you."
I stretch open my arms and attune to the brightest, purest most powerful dimensions of light that exist in realms much higher than the 3rd dimension Where the minds of the beings who dwell there burn with the intensity of a thousand suns.
A ball of light forms between my arms. It is scintillating, oscillating and regenerating like a living diamond - or a small sun.
"This is for you and all those you have snared with your nightmares. Each one will receive a ray of the purest light from this construct. Via you...all you have contacted will be thus illumined and this light will cancel out and balance this fear while providing the necessary framework for all these souls to reorient themselves on a more positive trajectory."
As the light bathes her, she backs up and runs out the door. As the door opens I see the blackness outside it and a hodge-podge of lower astral beings, obsessions and the like.
I realize fully I am in a dream. I realize that the obsessions are trying to oscillate within my field as I sleep and now I am using this connection, their own, against them to give them a dose of unwanted light.
In a moment I wake up. The obsessions have fled.
scc
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Abiotic Oil, Spying on Facebook, Myspace & Twitter
- - - NON-REDACTED PORTIONS OF CLASSIFIED CONVERSATION - - -
"Why do you do it?"
"Why do I do what?"
"Release classified information through your blog? Now Foxnews picked up your story and is causing us all sorts of heat."
"C'mon now...what sort of heat? Some media attention? Have you even received a call from a single Congressman or Senator? It's nothing. People don't have long attention spans. Right now they are focusing on the lives of some Chilean miners. They follow the media cues like sheep. No one will be talking about the story in a few weeks, unless the media choose to push it."
"What about your abiotic oil story? You don't call that a breach of national security?"
"C'mon...you know I'm the classifying authority on half the stuff I reveal and although maybe a few million people are now aware of the truth of abiotic oil, they are still enormously outnumbered by the billions who do not. Sector Bravo Fox came by with a report for me and said the electric and other power companies feel threatened by the oil companies having access to abiotic oil. They fear coal and shale and all the rest will run out far faster than the abiotic oil, and they are right."
"The White House revoked the drilling moratorium today, as per your suggestion. We now have several dozen companies breathing down our necks for deepwater permits in the gulf, some of these are power companies who want access to this abiotic oil, but have very little experience. Lot's of these permit requests are due to your breaking the story"
"Good. It's plentiful enough. Eventually they will recognize there are many access points for the stuff. Be happy they want to do it in our waters and pay taxes and monies to us. In a dozen years that will change. I support this interest. I would love to see more competition out there. Some of these companies have longstanding enmity and it will be good for industry when the competition kicks in."
"Zuckerberg is reportedly p-d off with the story and wants us to kill it or deny it. How do you think he would feel if he knew "we" started it - well "you" started it?"
"Who cares what he thinks? All these electronic sites are just awaiting the era of regulation, taxation and stricter controls. This is the free ride era and he knows it. He should mainly thank his lucky stars he's still able to run the site as it is. As Darth Vader said to Lando, 'I am altering the deal, pray I do not alter it any further.'"
"His company provides a big tax base and supports a lot of lobbyists that have some clout. He could cause trouble."
"The truth is never trouble. The truth is the people who post on Facebook are being raped. Every part of their lives is permanently recorded and violated. They should know this, especially the kids."
"Sure. You're still riding the white stallion of morality I see. Give me a break. You didn't get to where you are by following all the rules."
"This isn't about me. I didn't push the story that hard. I didn't even have our boys hack the Google servers. I just let it simmer."
"Whatever. Try to keep a lid on the classified stuff okay? Save me some indigestion and memo-writing? Please?"
"Sure. Scouts honor."
"You were never a scout."
"I wasn't? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure you lousy..."
"now now...don't cuss. You never know when I'm going to post the transcripts of our conversation on my blog."
r e d a c t e d
"Why do you do it?"
"Why do I do what?"
"Release classified information through your blog? Now Foxnews picked up your story and is causing us all sorts of heat."
"C'mon now...what sort of heat? Some media attention? Have you even received a call from a single Congressman or Senator? It's nothing. People don't have long attention spans. Right now they are focusing on the lives of some Chilean miners. They follow the media cues like sheep. No one will be talking about the story in a few weeks, unless the media choose to push it."
"What about your abiotic oil story? You don't call that a breach of national security?"
"C'mon...you know I'm the classifying authority on half the stuff I reveal and although maybe a few million people are now aware of the truth of abiotic oil, they are still enormously outnumbered by the billions who do not. Sector Bravo Fox came by with a report for me and said the electric and other power companies feel threatened by the oil companies having access to abiotic oil. They fear coal and shale and all the rest will run out far faster than the abiotic oil, and they are right."
"The White House revoked the drilling moratorium today, as per your suggestion. We now have several dozen companies breathing down our necks for deepwater permits in the gulf, some of these are power companies who want access to this abiotic oil, but have very little experience. Lot's of these permit requests are due to your breaking the story"
"Good. It's plentiful enough. Eventually they will recognize there are many access points for the stuff. Be happy they want to do it in our waters and pay taxes and monies to us. In a dozen years that will change. I support this interest. I would love to see more competition out there. Some of these companies have longstanding enmity and it will be good for industry when the competition kicks in."
"Zuckerberg is reportedly p-d off with the story and wants us to kill it or deny it. How do you think he would feel if he knew "we" started it - well "you" started it?"
"Who cares what he thinks? All these electronic sites are just awaiting the era of regulation, taxation and stricter controls. This is the free ride era and he knows it. He should mainly thank his lucky stars he's still able to run the site as it is. As Darth Vader said to Lando, 'I am altering the deal, pray I do not alter it any further.'"
"His company provides a big tax base and supports a lot of lobbyists that have some clout. He could cause trouble."
"The truth is never trouble. The truth is the people who post on Facebook are being raped. Every part of their lives is permanently recorded and violated. They should know this, especially the kids."
"Sure. You're still riding the white stallion of morality I see. Give me a break. You didn't get to where you are by following all the rules."
"This isn't about me. I didn't push the story that hard. I didn't even have our boys hack the Google servers. I just let it simmer."
"Whatever. Try to keep a lid on the classified stuff okay? Save me some indigestion and memo-writing? Please?"
"Sure. Scouts honor."
"You were never a scout."
"I wasn't? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure you lousy..."
"now now...don't cuss. You never know when I'm going to post the transcripts of our conversation on my blog."
r e d a c t e d
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Morgana's Towers
I am somewhat amazed as I reappear in Morgana Le Fey's presence. She is indeed a powerful sorceress but the ride through time and space was not as smooth as Yal-hune's or even the instrumentation controlled teleportation I have experienced. There is a dark aftertaste. I feel somewhat soiled as my senses recover.
"Ye are a long way from home aren't ye? I can sense it. Ye're thoughts, ye're language the world ye come from is much different than this one. And ye are even more different. Ye are not entirely human are ye? Ye've been to other worlds and have seen things no man has. Despite all this, ye are amazingly weak for a warlock and were able to be removed from Camelot without any trouble whatsoever."
She's a telepath and uses a crude mental intrusion. I shut her out and realize she obtained most of her information already while we were en route to her castle.
"Go ahead I already know what I needed."
I'm almost tempted to force my way into her mind to see what she's up to, but I stop myself knowing that sort of action regenerates multiplied feedback.
Morgana comes towards me.
"Do ye find me beautiful?"
She laughs. I watch as she begins to undress. Her robe drops to the floor and she stands nude before me.
"I find all men submit to me of their own free will, sooner or later. I won't need magicks to get you to serve me."
She is beautiful, but it is an evil beauty and after my experiences with Yal-hune and other beautiful, positive women, I am more than capable of resisting Morgana's charms.
"Dress yourself. What do you want from me Morgana?"
"Isn't it obvious? I want ye're secrets....and ye will share them with me."
"What secrets?"
"How you took over the dark knight's body and subdued his mind. How you came from the future into the past and of the weapons of the future."
"Power? Is that all you care about Morgana? Trust me, I know that all the power in the world does not lead to happiness. And power secured through evil only begets evil to one's person. Instead of empowering yourself, you are empowering those parasites who manipulate you from these lower astral worlds. You act as a doorway for them. You don't want to do this. True power, true godliness, comes from mastering all evil and turning it into good."
Morgana laughs.
"Laugh all you want. It's true. I've visited the hells run by the demons and overflowing with dark forces. Even the most powerful among them are servants of ever lower forces that use them. None are ever free and with each new evil act they lose that bit of infinite intelligence that is each souls birthright. They lose their individuality and become part of a dark collective. They become weaker as they devolve - not more powerful. Only those who recently fall still have some power in these planes, the rest are wisps of souls - fragments really."
"Stop! I have heard enough!"
"I don't think so. Perhaps this is why you captured me. You needed to hear this and I needed to tell you this. I love you Morgana...real love. The sort that makes me care enough to tell you the truth. I don't want to see you live in these hellholes - and would much rather see you use your mind and knowledge to work for the light."
Morgana walks up to me and hate and loathing are in her eyes. She has consorted with far too many incubi over the years to listen easily to my words. The truth is the most painful thing in the world.
"I should kill ye for ye're words. But ye would merely return to ye're owen time an I would end up killing my ally - the Dark Knight."
Ally. Yes, that would make sense. The Dark Knight was me....centuries past and who knows how many lifetimes of experience. My being with Yal-hune now might have its roots in me seeking out powerful beings to learn from. I think I know why I came here - to help reverse the damage I did to Morgana by supporting her machinations and lust for power.
"Morgana. Listen to me carefully. I apologize for my past actions and I want to free you from the burden that they imposed upon you. My own power lust has dragged many down along the way. I'm getting a chance to reverse some of these mistakes. Here."
I take Morgana's hand in mine.
"Do you feel this? This is the power of light & love."
I use the oscillation skills developed already with Shayla, Yal-hune & Skuuinja and transmit a strengthening field keyed to her fundamental frequency. I watch as her eyes change and her own motivating spirit regains some control. She looks at me and it is almost a whole new person that stares back...and Morgana suddenly becomes truly beautiful.
"Impressive. I see clearly now. You are right."
"That's just a spark...light and positive always frees souls and strengthens individuality. Darkness and negative always chains and weakens one, even though you may appear to be more powerful by usurping the horde's dark power...it is weak next to the true infinite power of good and light. I know you will become powerful Morgana ...truly powerful. However this will only be achieved by embracing the good and the light and disassociating with those who only can offer the illusion of power."
Her eyes are like clear lakes of blue. The transformation in the past minute has been amazing.
"You are beautiful Morgana. Truly beautiful. Don't let them ever take that away from you."
I kiss her forehead and embrace her. I needed to do this. This was a pivotal lifetime for her and I had helped lead her down the dark path.
"Do me a favor. When I leave the Dark Knight will return here in this body. Lead him to this new power as well. He will follow your lead and by doing so you will enable me to return here someday."
In my mind I call out, "Okay Yal-hune... you can come out of hiding...wherever you are, I'm ready to go home, now."
The dark tower of Morgana Le Fey begins to fade from my vision and my embrace of Morgana seems to soften to the point I can no longer feel her.
It is Yal-hune whose all-knowing smiling face greets me. She doesn't need to say a word or even think it. In her look is already all I need to know about this time-journey.
.
"Ye are a long way from home aren't ye? I can sense it. Ye're thoughts, ye're language the world ye come from is much different than this one. And ye are even more different. Ye are not entirely human are ye? Ye've been to other worlds and have seen things no man has. Despite all this, ye are amazingly weak for a warlock and were able to be removed from Camelot without any trouble whatsoever."
She's a telepath and uses a crude mental intrusion. I shut her out and realize she obtained most of her information already while we were en route to her castle.
"Go ahead I already know what I needed."
I'm almost tempted to force my way into her mind to see what she's up to, but I stop myself knowing that sort of action regenerates multiplied feedback.
Morgana comes towards me.
"Do ye find me beautiful?"
She laughs. I watch as she begins to undress. Her robe drops to the floor and she stands nude before me.
"I find all men submit to me of their own free will, sooner or later. I won't need magicks to get you to serve me."
She is beautiful, but it is an evil beauty and after my experiences with Yal-hune and other beautiful, positive women, I am more than capable of resisting Morgana's charms.
"Dress yourself. What do you want from me Morgana?"
"Isn't it obvious? I want ye're secrets....and ye will share them with me."
"What secrets?"
"How you took over the dark knight's body and subdued his mind. How you came from the future into the past and of the weapons of the future."
"Power? Is that all you care about Morgana? Trust me, I know that all the power in the world does not lead to happiness. And power secured through evil only begets evil to one's person. Instead of empowering yourself, you are empowering those parasites who manipulate you from these lower astral worlds. You act as a doorway for them. You don't want to do this. True power, true godliness, comes from mastering all evil and turning it into good."
Morgana laughs.
"Laugh all you want. It's true. I've visited the hells run by the demons and overflowing with dark forces. Even the most powerful among them are servants of ever lower forces that use them. None are ever free and with each new evil act they lose that bit of infinite intelligence that is each souls birthright. They lose their individuality and become part of a dark collective. They become weaker as they devolve - not more powerful. Only those who recently fall still have some power in these planes, the rest are wisps of souls - fragments really."
"Stop! I have heard enough!"
"I don't think so. Perhaps this is why you captured me. You needed to hear this and I needed to tell you this. I love you Morgana...real love. The sort that makes me care enough to tell you the truth. I don't want to see you live in these hellholes - and would much rather see you use your mind and knowledge to work for the light."
Morgana walks up to me and hate and loathing are in her eyes. She has consorted with far too many incubi over the years to listen easily to my words. The truth is the most painful thing in the world.
"I should kill ye for ye're words. But ye would merely return to ye're owen time an I would end up killing my ally - the Dark Knight."
Ally. Yes, that would make sense. The Dark Knight was me....centuries past and who knows how many lifetimes of experience. My being with Yal-hune now might have its roots in me seeking out powerful beings to learn from. I think I know why I came here - to help reverse the damage I did to Morgana by supporting her machinations and lust for power.
"Morgana. Listen to me carefully. I apologize for my past actions and I want to free you from the burden that they imposed upon you. My own power lust has dragged many down along the way. I'm getting a chance to reverse some of these mistakes. Here."
I take Morgana's hand in mine.
"Do you feel this? This is the power of light & love."
I use the oscillation skills developed already with Shayla, Yal-hune & Skuuinja and transmit a strengthening field keyed to her fundamental frequency. I watch as her eyes change and her own motivating spirit regains some control. She looks at me and it is almost a whole new person that stares back...and Morgana suddenly becomes truly beautiful.
"Impressive. I see clearly now. You are right."
"That's just a spark...light and positive always frees souls and strengthens individuality. Darkness and negative always chains and weakens one, even though you may appear to be more powerful by usurping the horde's dark power...it is weak next to the true infinite power of good and light. I know you will become powerful Morgana ...truly powerful. However this will only be achieved by embracing the good and the light and disassociating with those who only can offer the illusion of power."
Her eyes are like clear lakes of blue. The transformation in the past minute has been amazing.
"You are beautiful Morgana. Truly beautiful. Don't let them ever take that away from you."
I kiss her forehead and embrace her. I needed to do this. This was a pivotal lifetime for her and I had helped lead her down the dark path.
"Do me a favor. When I leave the Dark Knight will return here in this body. Lead him to this new power as well. He will follow your lead and by doing so you will enable me to return here someday."
In my mind I call out, "Okay Yal-hune... you can come out of hiding...wherever you are, I'm ready to go home, now."
The dark tower of Morgana Le Fey begins to fade from my vision and my embrace of Morgana seems to soften to the point I can no longer feel her.
It is Yal-hune whose all-knowing smiling face greets me. She doesn't need to say a word or even think it. In her look is already all I need to know about this time-journey.
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