Hi, I’m gillean, once known as The Archangel on social media as the avenger for truth. After an aborted cluster fuck of a mission as a righteous soldier in so called Gods Army, war was called off to protect our shores, given a healthy bonus, take care now, good luck with the Apocalypse, I joined a dry dock houseboat community, bought a second to three hand beat up monstrosity and found a little local help to make it fit to weather the weather which is near impossible without a few exceptionally expensive items, heavy duty tarp and anchor as in huge iron spikes hammered six feet into the ground like tent stakes on steroids. Weird how this place looked from the air just like a marina with a labyrinth of interconnecting docks, bath houses a barter kiosk for food, but with one big exception, no water. Mostly vets from the forever wars with a few perks like use of our own subnet using Military Satcom and highly encrypted portal to the other which rumor has it that it's about to go dark.
After a few remnants of the same occupy Wall pounded on the door last night, seeking refuge, we all had our second meeting with coffee that Zenith found squirreled away in one of the downstairs rooms, someone’s hoard. A bit surreal given the hell over the last months. The scent of brewed coffee, cannabis, and old books while everyone found a comfortable seat, some already paired with a bedfellow. The dynamics if this group is mostly simmering creative, seeking out new thresholds of endeavor with now combined platforms. No longer is it just this or that medium but combining forces beyond personal statement.
The purpose of the meeting was to discuss new members, what our holding capacity would be given resources what we had on hand. First, they introduced themselves and gave a quick five-minute synopsis of their journey so far. Then Zenith laid down the hard cold facts, current thinking on expanding resources and internal task schedules for the next week. Everyone wants to work the houses on the roof. But back to the three new ones.
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I was online for two years 24/7 as the voice of resistance, becoming acquainted with the thousands of faces it took, before joining it in real time. So, I can read people by either what they say or don’t. All three said something that I couldn’t read and it was this. An alien culture nearly five thousand years ago made an intended visit to upgrade the then current us in the form of an organic implant only to be triggered at the right time in our evolution. During trials a new group out to save the planet accidentally set this ancient time clock in motion which as we speak has expressed itself and is beginning to work with scientists on the mechanisms of change, dispelling some erroneous conclusions, setting the ball rolling, from memory downloaded in this implant. That’s as far as they could go but also said that there were rumors of it being a double-edged sword with warning. The only way you can spot one is the strange coloration of the eye.
We heard vague references while out there of an alien invasion, us working with them? and it being a slippery slope but nothing so detailed. The conclusion of the new residents is that we’re in a really messy transition where everything is happening all at once so anything and everything is possible like layers of reality overlapping each other with their own narrative on steroids. One new reality has started leaving the remnants behind to carry on the old shtick with subgroups growing like fungi from the reclaimed detritus.
If anything, we sit at the edge of extinction with front row library seats while the wealth of the world plays God. A small percentage of a percentage appears to be living and playing on a futuristic playing field between LUNA, a hybrid human and nothing to stop the imagination from going where at least, no man, has gone.
When the meeting ended, we all continued with the new three, just all getting on the same page and wondering what things ‘constructive’ we could do with some brilliant suggestions, due to what we had and how we could use it. I love these people, this group of radicalized youth that have lost everything except their intelligence, creative nature, animal spirits and the will to fight no matter the cost.
Oh and there's a thing that looks like a small Pterodactyl with a tiny human head, but you can hear it coming from a mile away from its incessant scream.
