Wednesday 13 December 2006

Aspect 1


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In October of the year 2011, a controversial technology was presented to the world in the form of an intelligent bio-feedback unit called Omni-2012. Three months later, on January 1st, it was removed from the market place and production halted by the United Federal Alliance of Nations. The official records will be made available to the public on 1st January 2060//

This is the story of what occurred in heaven during that 3 month period...


Aspect: The first

Darkness, infinite and black, without shade or difference. No sense. Boundless floating awareness. No life. Deathless, before and beyond. No space. No time. Silence profound as the measured universe. A single symbol.

I - Yin.

Sudden consciousness. Change over time. Awareness of all things confined to describe some things. Existence as something other than all. An awareness that is not a spark on a flat plane, but a being with inconceivable dimensions. Images from some ancient past. Memory - and the succession of faint images. The gathering of thought. Self awareness. Describing a new light.

She - Yin.

It was not so much a single light - a solitary spark of brightness - but rather an endless luminescence that filled the darkness. Gradually there was a grey dawn, a single shade of silver born of the unity of light and dark in solemn matrimony. Within this beauty of form she experienced the first emotion and knew that, beyond the darkness, that emotion waited with infinite patience.

I - Love.

Something seemed to explode, a silent breath taken in and released with a single sound to the furthest extremes of reality. Her sense of sight and hearing recalled the first chaotic awakening and perceived of movement within time, change within space. The silent silver bell of greyness erupted into countless shades and hues that became ever random forms of energy in motion. Her pure emotion of love likewise exploded into billions of finer shades of feeling. Perfection is lost with selection.

Where am I?

The colour oscillated into atomic structures, like sketchy drawings in absolute potential, protons of form about which ideas spun. She was spell-bound by the spectacle of light. Somehow, somewhen, these very spheres constituted the substance that gave force to the newly discovered presence that she was. As her perception deepened, her form grew until the atoms became molecules and then sparks of spiralling light, a galaxy of interacting energy particles in motion. Emotion.

I am Yin.

Now she could see a nucleus and several smaller constellations of light, organically processing streams of sparks from one group to another, processing the world in transfusions of energy. A cell. Countless cells. A distinct and fundamental presence within the universe. The cell walls began flowing out like bulbous arms to claw their way through space. Swimming. Devouring. Growing. Power in speed.

What am I?

She had profound insights into the new potential dawning. Control over free will. Expression of desire. She ached to multiply. Deep within, wild movements and biological revolutions were thrown into play, the very energy of her surroundings being consumed and then split asunder into distinct internal polarities. Split bi-laterally, she found each part growing in procreation. She recalled another life, a life boundless and complex. Never to fear death because she had been beyond death and was now returned with a kind of terrible and glorious splendour!

Where am I going?

***

In a small, ceremonial graveyard not far south of Kyoto, a throng of black clad mourners stood solemnly, each independently consumed by their respective thoughts as a frail looking wooden coffin was lowered into the awaiting Earth to the accompaniment of grave Buddhist chants. They all had the look of the extremely wealthy and those born with the easy elegance and graceful decorum of modern day nobility. Standing a short distance apart, an elderly and immaculately kept Chinese woman spoke quietly to a man who for all appearances could only have been her spouse, her face stricken by unbearable, if well concealed anguish.

“I see no light in my life now!” She whispered urgently, barely concealing her anger.

“The great wheel turns;” He replied quietly and confidently; “And upon each turning, a little bit must enter into this life just as a little more must leave to continue onto yet a greater journey. Her end is tragic to my heart. We must continue with our dream!”

“Such a good girl, my darling Yin!” The woman all but wailed; “It was that damned school of witchcraft that drove her to this end, I know it!”

“We are all serving a greater master!” He returned, a little coldly and impatiently; “As much as I miss our daughter, I am deeply indebted to her for the duty she performed in order that our dream become a reality. Will you take that little honour from her?”

“And you tell me, husband of my heart...” Her eyes matched his without flinching; “Is all of this wealth... Is this entire new future slowly dawning really going to be worth a damn without our little cherished one to share it with us?”

“We shall see.” His reply was simple and certain.

***

Kilimiens’s mind wandered. His anticipation of this fateful meeting with Leyla drove his mind into a distant past that he had tirelessly tried to eradicate from consciousness. Once it had caused him pain. Now it merely caused a yawning sense of hopelessness and futility. Despair.

Once he had travelled with Leyliolah, and they had been warriors in arms, in the manner of the astral way of being. Their bond had been strong, albeit motivated by the absolute desperation of the cause that had originally driven them together. They had an enemy, one which had stalked them relentlessly for life times beyond recall.

They strayed closer to the Middle, trying desperately to conceal themselves from the dark force which haunted their every movement. In coming closer to the Middle, their bond had snapped and Leyla had abandoned him when she was accepted as a Neophyte priestess by the Clan of Liholen - daughters of the Arch-Deity Artemis - a tremendously powerful organisation within the Middle, granting her absolute protection.

The Order of Liholen were specialised in the use of vocal harmonics, employing the specific control of sonic frequency for use as both a tool and a weapon. The voice of Leyliolah was ever her most beautiful and powerful quality. When her mastery of meta-rhythm and harmony was made known to them, they renamed her Leyliolah - butter bird - and bestowed upon her the honorary title of eni’en, ‘little sister’ of the clan Liholen.

Liholen was infamous for its conservatism and love for the old ways, the ancient Greek time of humanity from which they orginally sprung. They filled their members completely with the light of that ancient past that was their heritage, a culture - only of women - that was entirely exclusive. There remained no room whatsoever for the identity that must be shed on gaining entrance to their realm. The good of the order was to become her divine purpose.

He had wandered alone for a long time. Within the wilderness of his imagination he had undergone a profound change and had discovered it manifest as the bane stone which would come to be called Shadow Rock. Planting this hearth stone, he had then set up a teaching practise, using his considerable expertise to guide the handful of initiate runners who had not yet aligned themselves to any specific order. Over time his reputation had grown considerably and, eventually, his emotive form was recognised officially by the Uni-council as a so called ‘Temporal Middle’, or perma-relative concept, thus granting him a measure of astral property and respect. The Unicouncil engrained him as a member and acknowledged the establishment of his own complete clan, the ‘Order of Shadow Rock’.

They met on a barren piece of black rock spinning through the vacuum potential of the astral edge, its swirling angular momentum brought into apparent starkness by the lonely stillness of its partial environment. He had not seen her in quite an age and so observed her closely, his gaze flicking over an assortment of new character lines. He was intensely aware of the precise rhythm of her movements, the tiny signals of body language that few could hope to conceal.

Likewise, she observed him, her surprise at his own changes evident. There now dwelt a dark glint in his right eye, a sparkle that betrayed the death of innocence within. he was excessively dangerous. His left eye was discretely covered by a multi-chrome patch tesseracted by hexagons of shimmering crystal, as though he were blind, but only to the lower sight. Casting her mind backward, she remembered the battle in which he had lost his original ocular lens, in mortal combat with the insidious force from which they had had to flee. She had no idea about the nature of the replacement or how it enhanced his capabilities.

In a realm like the astral, a multiplicity of infinite potentiate planes bending in concrescence to form defined middles floating like ghost isles in a cosmic ocean of edges, levels of technology were limited only by the imaginative capacities of those beings who dreamed them. The very stuff of reality was infinitely malleable, given shape only by the gravitational intensity of the projected intention. On the other hand, the very nature of the will body provided often almost insurmountable limitations to the unlearned, causing gradual disintegration of the co-ordinative faculties until the etheric form broke down and drifted back to the material. To get the sort of technology that Kilimi'en wore as an eyepiece, one had to have a well developed extended support network; i.e. connections.

“Why do you want her?” He snapped, his bald head reflecting the effervescent blue of stray orgone agglomerates whisping past like clouds. Loyalty between them had died..

“She is the host for a perversion of the worst order...” She swirled to face away slightly, her amber cloak dancing animatedly upon the magnetic currents that surrounded them invisibly; “You really need not be concerned about the nature of her heresy or the threat she poses to everything that we hold dear. Suffice to say that she is magnetically imprinted with a secret that will mutate the balance of harmony between the astral and the physical forever more. She is a major tool in the so called second agenda, an agenda to which we, for purely divine and religious reasons are violently opposed.”

“The girls at the agency getting a little nervous about their loosening grip on the collective unconscious?” He laughed humourlessly, somewhat stunned by the ringing echoes of her powerful vocal resonance as it echoed through his mind-frame; “It must be real important for you to come and ask me for a favour after everything you've done! Why not send out one of your own assassins, instead of me? Can't be that difficult to scoop up a loose, wandering young soul. Is her zygote meta-type programmed to reincarnate?”

“It's not that simple, you bloody minded fool!” Her voice was a blade of focused time displacing matter over distance, forming ghost-holes of annihilated potential; “Not two hours ago, the girl was lying peacefully in a mental institution for the criminally insane. Ten minutes later, doctors found her charred remains, the product we assume of thermo-dynamic inversion. Obviously somebody decided she was more useful top sides and pierced her etheric template with some pretty sophisticated gear. None of the runners in the sector picked up the assassin’s presence until after termination, by which time she was flung from the customary guidelines and missed her trip to heaven...”

“I assume you have some idea as to the identity of the spook in question and why they went to all the trouble of pithing her when they could quite as easily have just laced her with a micro-viral infection?”

“They did not want her death, Kilimi'en, but her life!” She seemed to find talking to him a huge strain, perhaps as a result of having been surrounded only by females for so long in their secret astral hideaway. “Is it that difficult to comprehend? She has a secret of terrible power locked within her, power that acts as an appalling temptation to those who still walk blind of the Goddesses’ light. The greedy, the stupid, the indulgent! We now know that it is the Middle-Astral firm known as the Ring of Suns which have orchestrated this abduction, and as you well know, they will violate all that is sacred in order to achieve their goals. They are covert advocates of the second agenda and closely tied in with the Unicouncil which...”

“I know bloody well who they are!” He barked; “Can you cut through the damned nursery school lesson and get on with it. I am not in the vaguest possible way interested in your pious rhetoric garbage. The suns are a commercial firm, pure and simple, like countless others. It is in their best interests to collect any data which may aid them in expanding their Middle control beyond the astral edge and into the physical. Whatever your reasons for opposing them is your own concern. I only want to know who the spook is.”

“First runner Lyrsti'el...” She replied quietly.

“What?!” His voice reflected shock.

“As you are now fully aware,” she observed calmly, “this will not be easy. Whatever it is that would cause a being like Lyr to take an interest in some silly little earthen waif is a matter of obvious concern to all of us. Not even our best would fare well against the likes of Lyrsti'el and his weaving. Obviously, this job requires the best and, at least as far as I am concerned, you're it.”

“So...” He paused, speculatively; “what could you possibly have to offer that would arouse the interest of a top dog like me? I'm inclined to refuse just for the pleasure of seeing your interests fail!”

In reply, she held out her hand. Nestled in her palm lay a Hypercube...

By the time he got over the shock of seeing the proffered hypercube - although it was as yet a mere hologram of a promise - Leyla had vanished, the only sign of her passing a few stray resonant filaments of transferred potential. With the cube, he would easily be legible to establish his own concrescent Middle in 5-space, enabling him to embed the foundations of ShadowRock deep in the collective unconsciousness, an irreplaceable opportunity for a soul bent on divine progression.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, he opened his mind for at least a cursory effort. All over astral space a cornucopia of worm signals buzzed ceaselessly, the stray thought things of the overmind. Kilimi'en achieved peak concentration in refracted time, that which is not to be lost. His electromagnetic field focused psionically, countless fine, whispy galvanised threads meshing intricately to form a lens which bent the chronomic vibrations around him and transmitted them to his inner 4-space fields. One can tell a lot from time. Beyond its musical timbre, intensity and tone lie sympathetic strains which resonate only on select channels. These channels blossomed into his clean, supercoiled mentality like a pearlescent lotus greeting the heavens. Almost gently, he sifted through the maze of sound, delicately shearing excess noise until the sounds became so refined and pure that they would have lanced lethally through a lower mentality, in much the same way as a bolt of lightning bisects an old oak tree.

His mind was spun into the threads of time itself with razor blade precision, relentlessly honing in on the scent that he tracked. Within the infinite range of his inner soul - the dessert of his nature - the buttersoft texture of pulsing minds in every direction were eliminated one by one with exquisite skill and timing. Somewhere - in the space of a second bent backward on its own axis - the faintest hint of a signal glowed a ruby red. All mind's pulse with their own unique signature resonance. With a mental grin, Kilimi'en locked on, lens radars flung fluidly into disuse as grids leapt up in each of the separate fifty five thousand quadrants that went to make up his field. On every grid, there was a tiny dot moving furiously back and forth, focusing into superlucidity as his extended vehicle locked onto the appropriate spacial-temporal location. His target. He could see her through all shields, from every multi-polar direction. Not even time could hide her now...

***

When again she awoke, the return trip to full consciousness was a lot faster, leaving her at a stage far in advance of where she had left off. In fact, she found that her mode of vision had become extraordinarily complicated - her perception keen and astute - with full command of her thoughts.

Before her lay a stretch of some smooth, almost translucent liquid that rolled out in languid waves for an interminable distance in all directions. What's more, she seemed to be moving across the surface of it, gliding along gracefully with full rotations upon her own axis. From the dregs of her memory, images of a substance called... water leaked forth, the name of that aqueous plane over which she now skated so adroitly. In her (memories) the substance had been blue but now it was cast in shades of grey.

As soon as she had made this connection, her very memories seemed to overlay the true vision of the host body she inhabited, creating sparkles of aquamarine hue. Internally she giggled with delight at this small accomplishments. As she froze for a silent second, she noticed with a certain delight that her perception extended beyond mere vision. She could feel motion! She could feel the very vibrations of the water itself and indeed differentiate to a precise degree between different types or classes of vibration, thus thoroughly describing all activity within a reasonable range.

In an attempt to study the shape of her new body, she ran up against immediate problems. Her optic lenses - the word eyes came to light - were fixed firmly to either side of her head and she had trouble focusing on her actual physical framework. No true neck to swivel the head frame at all. Yin was suddenly certain that she resided in a host form completely alien to herself, a form too simple for her potential intelligence, the very mass of her sentience. Thus she was using the little organic robot in ways that it could naturally be expected to perform, making it hard to objectively study the limits of its usefulness.

This could only mean that there was more of her form hanging about than her vision actually revealed. The alien form was host to only the tip of her consciousness. It was a conduit for the deeper, more hidden part of herself. Where dwelt the remainder? Was she simply trapped in this lower mortal realm of solid insectoid forms while her higher nature drifted somewhere undefinable? Assuming of course death had preceded the darkness... She fleetingly remembered the inner universe of lights she had seen and speculated whether her true self might there be based while the tip of her thoughts had been projected into this creature.

On the other hand, this quite possibly made even less sense because the inner universe was microscopic in the extreme. This host she now inhabited probably contained countless of those little cell universes! Her true form had to be based in a space outside of the limited form of this creature. She slipped into the creatures centre of awareness, the base from which it received all of its sensorial impressions of the world.

She realised that all dwelt within this middle space - this darkness beyond thought - and only through the development of a specialised perception could one detect and ride the faint undercurrents of reality that lay beyond the abyss. Thus had she herself floated in divine ignorance until she had come upon the universe of this wonderful creature and borrowed its vision of reality.

Consequently, she had arranged - in the space of sacred knowledge - the full knowing of the entire history of its species. The synthesis in potential of visible memory. From the middle, she perceived everything within a massive spectrum of awareness. She felt/saw the faint shape/weight of aquatic currents, the slow murmur of fortunes of other beasts that lay beyond her vision, the very tone of the air around her as it languidly embraced stray, inanimate objects upon the surface of the water. She had become fully attuned to her surroundings, vacillating time itself in a state of complete and utter relaxation.

... Perception shattered by a wild deluge of red hues as all alarms went off at once, throwing her instantly into full alert! She flipped to a more visually oriented mode of vision to reveal nought but an immense shadow looming over her to the accompaniment of a piercing, buzzing sound, as if massive wings were splintering and sundering the very air currents beneath them at unearthly speeds. Her heart stopped for a moment as the full implication of her frail mortality hit her with unnerving force. She wondered what death - or at the very least severe injury - meant to this bubble of reality which encapsulated her. Did it extend to all other spheres? Was it a general epilogue to her entire existence, the end of all? It was at least some comfort to know that she had already experienced the seeming death beyond death for now, any real danger created less of a fear within, and yet... she somehow felt intensely disappointed that her newly created vision could be so easily vanquished.

... Slowly, as if in expanded time, she began to receive images which described her aggressor as it loomed menacingly over her.

***

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