twenty third webisode * the beautiful, on the other side, the ugly
The deeply immersive memory that Clover shared with me has suffused its potent magic through everything. It’s not that I think about it or relive it but have allowed it to become sort of a background vibration that orients all else. Never have I had such an intense sense of longing and belonging to my natural home. The things down there were not just growing, inhaling and exhaling, transpiring, mating but all integrally tied together in a mesh that created a third thing which was a type of consciousness of the whole working towards stasis but a moving stasis. I had the feeling that if I dropped anything down there that it, the whole would work together to deny it any influence unless a use was found.
'Evolution on steroids.' She’d said after, ‘our goal like preventative health care,’ and finally offering a wide smile showing perfect teeth.
The air was intoxicating, rich with oxygen and lush with scents that were unfamiliar. I wondered if Earth was ever like this, maybe for the indigenous tribes around the planet before a new mentality took hold. Since, I have had a recurring lucid dream of being airborne, large wide brown wings gliding the thermals watching human progress below.
For a while, its all forest and water features, air pure unlike what I’ve ever experienced in this life time. After a while tiny encampments of shelters made from animal skins begin to appear with thin trails of smoke. It’s a few hours past dawn judging by the height of the sun over the enormous plains when I spot a huge shape, move over the land causing clouds of dust. It seems like hours go by and only a tiny clearing here and there when I see a thin brown line widening through the forest, horses with humans on top and further up ahead wagons behind miles of horsemen and scouts before them. This flight continues until a bullet hits my left wing and I do my best to land safely, which has in all three times been in the ruins of a large city with a human holding a rifle approaching me.
I want to go back everyday but there’s too much to do here and having that inside me is enough for now.
WHO came once to warn of the possibility of the shield going down for a few minutes during an electrical storm coming. The CROAK would let me know. The storm in question has two things this Node needs, a good soaking and nitrogen. Opened just five minutes would give us what we require. Despite that, WHO said that the best policy would stay in the basement. They would be installing a lightening protection and a grounding system for the house and barn in a few days during the night and would only take ten minutes.
The shield that I was weary of at first is really a god send. It keeps the temperature at an even seventy five and allows some wind or breeze in but without the particulate from smoke, and maintains an ideal ratio of gases, filtering anything else out. So, no more smoke, scorchers or wind storms! But I think my flying dream is a story I needed to create for myself to live some of my day, at least virtually, where the planet is flush with health, a bright glorious sun, wonderful, breathable air and drinkable water everywhere.
This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.
But for the future reader of this, here’s the thing. I believe that Clover understood that I was ready for this implanted memory which together in unison with other developing powers or apps, can recreate those conditions during REM that my body recognizes and responds to, as nutrition for every part of me. It becomes real and feeds my steady evolution towards something.
Which, as my Jenna would say, is shit kicking awesome! I can literally create stories that not only help transform me but add to the Collectives growing power and influence.
I understand the dichotomy between inside and out. I get that the stronger the Collective, the more power it can have in restoration, helping both changing humans and those who decide to stay in their own skin. Trust has become the lynch pin for success and for each success, it grows, however the all just human, cannot enter into our internal discussions or know that our intentions are pure. Ans so for those who understand behind a barrier of mistrust and are unwilling to make the first step, there are other forces that attract and use them to deny everyone a planet governed by natural laws.
As my hands touch the earth, lightly caress the squash plant or giant bean leaf or baby melons, inhale these life giving beings, my emotions are tender, loving, caring, respectful. They are where my eye travels first, out the door at dawn. For all of this to collapse would be the end of the projects Hail Mary, hope.
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It’s evening and a sliver of a moon shines through the dead forest. In a few minutes I will watch another episode of DarKarma who has scored a few successful small bombing raids at e-printing facilities outside of the protected areas. They are critical for certain work being done, especially one underground city in progress. They should have been a priority and will now I hear. Tonight’s episode will show the raids and claim that it was a severe blow to the Deep State or invasion of a conquering alien life form and praise the heroes who supplied information bestowing upon them elite Knighthood in their cause. They will receive a living stipend of a thousand squid a month, a dropped supply of monthly food and will become a stylized graphic hero who along with others fights the Good Fight!
