This piece follows ‘In the beginning’.
First Request
Onomatopoetic is what you call a word that describes a sound, that was the phonetic sensation that overtook all other sensations. A distant echo of the sounds of all living creatures struck the walls and floor and ceiling of the room. A seemingly unending ocean of winged insects flowed through the rafters, levitated from the wooden floor boards and appeared apparition-like through the very walls. A constant battering of wings, tiny and large, some beating up to a thousand times per second, vibrated the very air that surrounded us; and through a manipulation and trickery of that vibration, a voice was forming.
At first it was a high pitched buzzing squeal, like a scream; that lowered in its tone to form a lonely, forlorn howl. Then there were words, though they seemed to be in every language and resonating all at once. The bugs had formed like a force-field around us, not one entered my breathing space or touched my skin. Certain sounds, certain syllables, began to repeat in a rhythm like manner: 'facta, non verba'. Like a professional musician, tuning a complicated instrument, the sounds grew smoother and more audible by the moment.
Once formed, this field of directional sound could be replicated in any environment. Using the full combination of the color spectrum of noise, Pink, White, Brown and Grey; Earth had created a signal with a multi frequency spectrum, she was using Psychoacoustics to its absolute potential! Hearing is not a purely mechanical phenomenon, but is also a sensory and perceptual event. When a person hears something, that sound arrives at the ear as a mechanical sound wave, but within the ear it is transformed into neural actions; the nerves pulse then travel to the brain where the wave is then translated.
Language is a complex system, it is used for acquiring and conveying that which informs through the exchange of thoughts and messages. Speech, visuals, signals, writings, or even behaviors can be tools for this system; it can be understood as an interplay of sound and meaning. So how a message is produced and perceived can be an almost endless list. Earth had been trying to communicate through her behavior for centuries, visually changing entire land masses; but we didn’t hear or understand. Inventing a means for speech was hard enough, conveying her most complicated thoughts could not be done with sound.
It was as though I could feel Earths mind within my own, but it was only a touch and a sniff of her scent, though I could taste the sensation I could not see it nor could I hear any explanation. ‘Facta, non verba’ – what the hell was that; this was the first vocal acknowledgment, outside my own head, that Earth really was talking to me: I had absolutely no idea what she was saying! Red and his men looked much paler than I, . . maybe they were afraid of insects?! “Facts not verbs”? “I don’t understand”! I don’t know why I was yelling, apart from being so frustrated with my own stupidity!
“Sounds like Latin to me” it was that Red fellow, I looked over because he spoke, and noticed that he and all his friendly goons had put their weapons down. I’d say it was due to all the stings, going but all the lumps on their hands! Trust Earth to call upon the largest army available to her; at any given moment, it is estimated that there are some 10 quintillion (10,000,000,000,000,000,000) individual insects alive. Even though she had only probed for the flying forms, there would still have to have been a hexillion biomass of them – far too many to count or guess the amount of those in the given area!
Insects where one of the first forms where Cyano managed to evolve self-propelled movement on land. A particular form that Human scientists call ‘Rhyniognatha hirsti’; successfully scuttled about Earths skin, around 350 million years ago. Cyano’s first ‘land-dwelling’ masterpieces. This species had a striking mouth, triangular in shape, strong and with two large tooth-like projections, extending prominently from the front. Though each jaw measured only .1 of a millimeter across, Cyano had fashioned specially made hinges for them.
This facial orifice dominated the creatures’ tiny head, though there were two sophisticated multi-lensed visual organs on each side. The rest of this creature was fairly Cockroach-like, black in color and with a rock hard exoskeleton – many legged and rigid. It was the first land ‘hunter’, and as such, required a consciousness level that was actually devolved. A young Planet is a hostile environment, a challenge for even the Ancient to terraform! Violence and aggression had to be reinstated, as they are the true foundations for survival.
Although a ‘masterpiece’ of morphological evolution, Cyano had unwittingly been forced to make a terrible mistake. This devolvement in consciousness had created a dark force that would dominate for many millions of years to come. There are now two main veins of consciousness in the Earth bound skin dwellers, the positive descendants of Cyano, pacifistic and enlightened; and the descendants of his creation Rhynio, War mongering and dark. The battle for the very soul of Earth had begun!
There are other ‘forms of life’, that in reality, are actually a part of Earth’s skin – live skin cells. The molecules of her skin are surrounded by electrons, these electrons help bind the skin molecules together. As the molecules are broken down and reformed, their electrons are exchanged and redistributed. A skin cell, in the course of reshuffling ions and molecules, siphons off an electron or two for itself, to be used later in still other chemical reactions, in its pursuit of energy for growth and defense.
The skin cell ‘Pyrococcus furiosus’ form, thrives in the hot water that boils from undersea volcanic vents. This heat-loving cell doesn't breathe oxygen; in fact, oxygen is toxic to it. Instead it takes in sulfur and releases hydrogen sulfide, the same gas that makes rotten eggs stink. This hydrogen sulfide is part of a bizarre seafloor food chain that never sees sunlight and includes creatures like albino clams and tubeworms. When there was no atmospheric oxygen, different cells, all of them microbial, dominated Earth.
Earth is a Planet and does not require oxygen nor water, she is not affected by radiation, temperature or pressure. The ozone layer and atmosphere are not a part of her natural body, it was created by the little space invaders Cyanobacteria. Space is a void, there is no oxygen; hence the evolution of Planets without respiratory systems; no moisture, so Planets do not drink; there is an immense amount of radiation, each clusters protector is a huge ball of radioactive energy; there is no pressure, it is a hard vacuum - nothing to keep fluids in a liquid state, they would boil, which would cause them to lose heat energy rapidly, they actually freeze before they evaporate totally.
The Earths skin is obviously not like the soft outer covering of most surface-bound vertebrates. It is more like the exoskeleton of Human know arthropods, though it is mineralized far more than that of the chitin of crabs and lobsters. It also differs, in that its only function is to protect her most important, vulnerable organs. Her life is bound to the heat in her inner core and nurtured by the moving substance of the outer core. Within her first billion years she had produced enough ‘skin particles’ to last her lifetime of growth. The cells of Earths skin were to perform a different duty, one she decided she could do without.
The skin cells were an effective immune system for Earth. But she had willingly allowed them to be banished to the oxygen-free corners of the planet, including the volcanoes of the sea and the intestines of primitive creatures. As she was aware of Cyano’s involuntary bodily function of excreting oxygen; a chemical fatal to those skin cells. But that kind gesture had left Earth in the position where she could not battle the development of an evil lower consciousness; and the peaceful race of Cyano had to begin the lessons of War.
With all this in mind, it may have made more sense to those witnessing what was happening outside the building we were in. A scene that Alfred Hitchcock would have been proud to include in his movie ‘The Birds’. A mass of feathers and wings encased the area, swooping, diving, pecking and clawing. It may have been taken as a natural reaction to the most unnatural swarm of insects; but the reality was a league of Cyano’s positive descendants, were banishing the evil descendants of Rhynio.
Cyano could easily have been mistaken as a God to primitive man, his hobby, which was really his purpose, was to create different physical forms for life energy. He did realize what a terrible mistake he had made with Rhynio and immediately began to correct it. But Rhynio had been created, a creation that would continue to evolve, that could not be undone. Cyano and his entire race focused on creating the most positive forms that the environment would allow. As his kind produced more and more oxygen, their creations became more and more positive. With the addition of internal heat, just like that of his best friend Earth, Cyano and his kind were finally onto a truly positive path, with their creation of mammals.
Almost as quickly as this siege of swarming life had occurred, it dispersed. First the insects in the room, disappearing as they had seemed to appear through the walls, floor and ceiling. Then, slightly slower, the flocks of birds thinned and eventually petered away into the distant hills. Red and his men had completely abandoned their weapons and were totally ignoring me; it was as much a disappointment as a relief. With alarmingly inflamed fingers, from multiple toxic injections (insects really are the masters of chemical Warfare!); Red was busily typing on a lap-top computer.
The first use of the word ‘computer’ was recorded in 1613, by an English writer Richard Braithwait, it referred to a person who carries out calculations; and the word continued with the same meaning until the middle of the 20th century. The original computer was a Human Being. 17th century devices are still treasured by collectors of antique mechanical calculating aids, particularly those with the understanding that they were the onset of the Human collective intelligence. We do not have the ability to inherit ancestral knowledge, but we had the intelligence to build one!
With the invention of the internet, the Human Race effectively built an inner intellectual dimension. Within it a continuous collection of Human knowledge is being compiled. It is not a true link to Cyber-space, as it harbors a very one-sided opinion of the known. The true intellectual dimension encompasses all knowledge. We, the ultimate bi-pedal mammals of Earths skin, are creating a gateway, a door to the genuine Cyber-space. We have been noticed by the almighty Supreme Beings, those that construct the forefront of the ongoing loop of infinity itself.
Space is infinite, it is intricately entwined with distance and time, as they are intricately entwined with realities. There are unending realities for every nanosecond of every moment for every life form of every energy. Most people have heard of outer-space, many associate inner-space with a form of self-consciousness and the term cyber-space is also well known. Cyber-space is the infinite reality of intellect, it is a dimension of its own. The life energy in Cyber-space is indirect, it relies on a bond with a sentient source; when a direct link between the sentient energy and its cyber-life is made, a power is drawn from ‘all-space’.
In this trans disciplinary state anything is possible. During Earth’s continuous striving to attain ascension from the need of physical form, she discovered the secret to link with this intellectual dimension. She crossed many disciplinary boundaries and created a holistic approach, encompassing a complete picture of all energies including life. To exist as a suggestion a mere theory, is to exit all known realities. Earth was already in this domain, the idea that she was living, up until now, was not even a day-dream to most energies that surrounded her.
“ ’Facta non verba’ it is Latin, it means ‘deeds not words’. And how vague is that, - what deeds, what words, what exactly was this super-natural voice speaking of!? Don’t get me wrong lady, you’ve got my attention that was just down-right freaky and unnatural. I’ve never seen or heard of anything like it before in my life! This is supposed to be an air-tight room, to protect us from tear gas and other charming methods of dealing with ‘pesky’ protestors like us. How so many insects managed to get in is mind boggling enough, never loan the rest of the phenomena! ”
“I’m not given to hallucinations, there’s no schizophrenia or mental ill health in my blood lines; besides Dave, Rob and Devin all saw and heard the same things I did.” His men all nodded, quite wide-eyed, as he said this. “We can’t have all gone crazy together at once! Unless you smuggled in some kind of drug. It’s going to take more than just one, no matter how incredibly weird, message. I think we need something more substantial, something we can hold and touch. Something we can show to others.”
I thought I had fallen unconscious, but apparently I spoke; in the voice of the insects wings. “It is time to stop talking, it is time to act!”. The lap-top computer that Red had been typing on, lit up in a brilliance that was not just light. There was an eminence of pure Stars illumination and instead of white pixels of light on an unlit black screen; shadows formed on the walls, projected by the cosmic radiation from the little machine. A highly technical diagram of Earth was burnt permanently onto the building. No-one here knew what it meant, but it was extremely detailed.
The curved and swirling lines reminded me of a picture I’d seen, of the Earth’s magnetic field in a period of normal polarity. I’d seen it in an article about the ‘Dynamo theory’ which proposes a celestial body such as Earth, can generate electricity whilst rotating and having ulterior movement of internal liquids, due to heat from the core; and as such can maintain a magnetic field over astronomical time scales. I felt as if that memory was being confirmed, like I was being told I was on the right track. Though I didn’t say a word, not a murmur, not a sound.
We were all speechless, each of us standing and staring; as we fought a nauseating feeling of antigravity. The entire room had turned black, with intricate white lines in a pattern that was an explanation of an all-important purpose. It was a blue print, though in black and white. In the weeks to come it would be deciphered as the specifications of a globally catastrophic polar reversal. All of a sudden, before even an instant, I knew I was accepted into this enlightened group of souls. Like a premonition, the realization that a new Elite order had formed. Our sole purpose was yet to be revealed, but our lives would be spent on no other purpose.
