There it is, a little blip in the data. A location, so far away, where the wind blows softly and the sun shines warmly and the water shimmers with life. Illusia. So far away.
So she takes the discovery and shows it around. After a long time she finds two others who have the same results, the same location, so far away. They put the pieces together and there is some good news. Now there is a way to a better place, to a place where humankind can find some purchase to start again.
The new Earth. The fresh start. Where things will begin.
The old Earth has become unreliable. First the tap water became unpleasant, foul tasting, and then the drought got worse. Then the political situation changed and the loudest shouters had complete control. Now, they will do what it takes to make this whole thing work out. The question is, make it work out for who? Not everybody is a winner. This old Earth will not last forever and something must be done, say an ignored group of scientists. She is one of them.
Soon a cult comes about, a common dream, what do we need? First, the ability to sustain life for the journey to the new Elle-ysium. So far away. Then what is needed is the means to make the journey, which itself necessitates inventing a self perpetuating power supply, and finally there needs to be more known about what it would take to find a path through the shifting solar system, to the promised land. To that little blip in the data that now brings a promise of hope.
The funds to support the development of the plan and invention of the necessary technology to make the journey to New Hope are not easily calculated. What would go into the calculation of finding a home with sweet water and a better known future ahead for those who live in this new home? The eternal fields of summer. A land where water is as clean and easily found as it is in old pictures and legends. The way Earth used to taste.
There is an even bigger problem with what the data points to. Nobody can do anything about the inescapable fact that the journey itself is going to take more than one life span. The ones who arrive at the new promised land are going to be born on the ship. They will never know Earth. The ones who are leaving this toxic planet are not going to see this new land, they are going to die well before the ship arrives. This will be a gift to the grandchildren and all who come after, this is how a new world is nurtured and cultivated. This is hope in action.
How will that play out? The survivors who will be actually arriving at the new land have not been born yet but we know we will love them and do everything we can to provide a better life. If that is what it takes, it is a gift to our descendants, directly from the present to the future.
Accepting the finality of life on Earth, its exhausted resources, causes a split between the needs of the weary status quo, the ones who have decided its better to keep fixing what we have, rather than throwing our money and resources into a bottomless pit of scientific adventurism. The doubters against the ones who have new hope.
Secret meetings and court intervention allowed the first dreamers to get the whole thing rolling. How do you get from the basements and hidden places that the first meetings were held, to the migration of humanity to a fresh and fertile new planet? The first thing to do is to develop resource caches, things that our grand children will need to survive. Some important things can be sent up and placed along the way. Tools and food and precious water and fuel. Plus a little more. Treats and luxury and the stuff that hope is made of, music and rewards, supplies for continuing the journey.
What if it takes three generations to get to the new home planet? Or more? Would humans make such a commitment on behalf of subsequent generations? What if they had no choice? And when they get there, will they be welcomed by the indigenous inhabitants or will they repeat the harmful methods of colonialist manifest destiny?
I have found a small hidden stairway in the center of the house that goes from the top floor to the basement, but all of the doors on each floor in between are jammed or locked shut, tight. I have learned much about this old mansion, and there are many more secrets. The basement is where I have been spending my time.
For a man who cannot even remember my own name, I have a lot of perspective.
The air suddenly got really cold, which puts me on alert. I try to look at my hands but I can not see them, tis too dark. As I twist and look behind me I see a shadow on the opposite side of the room creep past on the floor, and I try to gather my forces to react and survive it again. I have done this before. I remember to do it all the time.
No sign as to where or when he let go. End of the trail again? For some this would be the end of the trail, but not for me.
"I see your credibility, more than just my air," and breaking sadness, that the case had ended. They hoped another ministry would soon come their way, arctic hope.
The moon sees all, and remains silent. I think so.
Why does this keep happening to me, endlessly? I knew I was awakening and I tried to calm myself for what always happens next. Always the same question. Where am I now? Look at my hands. There is blood this time.
Just one or more items of business I haven't finished, "Above all, we must keep firmly in mind what it means to be a human being."
What if life were just a dream?
Here comes one now.
Who died? Why won't they tell me? My thoughts are wandering, like my words now. There was a gasp from everyone, unto whom all eyes turned, her glorious blond sunshine and blue skies.
I lay still, enjoying that I was now awake, perfect peace, and I watched the night release its hold and the glorious blue sky of day assumed control of the world. Waking up can be the first celebration, from nothing and darkness into a silver new day. I have learned to give thanks for each new dawn. Tis my only religion. Tis a new chance to make a good life from the ashes of yesterday. I lie here and listen and enjoy the transition into daylight. Tiny birds.
I am going to learn all the secrets of this old ruined mansion. The snow is coming. I am alone. I am learning. The days pass by somehow. The nights are cold and long. I should be hungry but I am not. It is under the covers with me.
Time goes by. Lots of time.
"Who owns a house with towers over on the Hill?"
The scientific study of dreams is called Oneirology. An Oneironaut is a term sometimes used for those who lucidly dream. We all had bought into it, the handpicked few, preparing to save the world in one easy step. Follow orders, follow the rules. It is a great lesson. In the future we're not going to be. There's only one instant, tis right now. God invites us into eternity. The early civilizations in recorded history made methodical observations of the night sky.
Our nights would likely be quieter and our sleep more serene, and only I can save the world. It is up to me. Let each one learn what he can. "You are another one of will."
I am at peace with the mystery. I am afraid that if my door opens a bit, the memories will not be so pleasant either. My favorite comfortable delusion is my friend to the end. We've only scratched the surface of an incredibly vast and intricate subject, Terror Management Theory, the existence of dark matter and dark energy.
Faster now, Faster! Help is on the way. I started breathing hard and the lump in my throat signaled panic as I screamed. I feel a loss of hope. How did I get here? It was dark, I can't find my way back just now, but I will keep looking. When I do get out, how can I get back? I will need to eat something soon.
Up and down the hall. Door to door. Different things in each room. This could take a long time. The hours go by. It gets dark again. Some new visitors arrive. I try not to make any noise while I watch them, but they hear me and soon they go running out. I should be more hungry but I am not. This surprises me.
I found a road. There is a tower. What a view!
I was falling down down down into darkness as I heard him say... "What's your idea?" Frank's brother whispered. "What do you mean, not available? Please clarify."
The house has gotten rather old, and the roof leaks. Unfortunately since nobody can leave, I want to make a public apology to all who know me. On the way, he hears an odd voice behind a door. Think you might want to look into what's that?
Learn more about spirit guides. A good life can happen, even if tis short and you always know you are going to die anyway. Before they could find out, the person's footsteps receded, and below is a merged shadow from their hiding place suddenly, a glaring light was being directly on that it came from the top room of the old tower. And there are more. I could hear dogs barking behind me as I ran towards the swamp. Love hopes all things.
"I just had an idea! Please go on!"
Here is the real story. The soul is a prisoner of our body, and that our own human condition is held hostage. Same drill as last time. I am in a hurry now. I just might jump down those stairs anyway, but I decide to keep looking. The house is very old. Nothing is in order, but recall coalesces and a little bit more of the situation emerges, the soul is the passenger of a chariot. Looks bad, I think to myself. Time for evasive action. Why can't they hear me? Finally, he realized the idea was wrong. She cautiously cracked open one eye. We are new. It is ours. We take it!
The hunt is intensified. How did I get into this tunnel beneath the cemetery anyway? A search for treasure? A place to hide until the danger has passed? Seeking danger for amusement? Following a lost cat? None of that is enough reason to come down here. How about if I were looking for my wandering or possibly kidnapped daughter?
That hole was not there when I was there. Perhaps a person can choose to act in a different way, and to be a good person instead of a cruel person. There is no meaning in the world beyond what meaning we give it. Deeper into the gloom, more steps. More listening. Nothing, nothing and nothing. Dripping water. Scurrying small animals. More nothing in the limitless darkness. Further and further down the stairs we go. Wait and do not move. Do not miss a clue. Let some time go by, maybe my eyes will adjust. If I cannot see into the darkness then maybe my ears will allow me to go further. I will need spies to find out for sure.
"I've found a clue!"� he cried out. "Come on, everybody!"
It was headed to any large system of circulating ocean currents, the South Pole. Antarctica. So that is where I am headed. Right now, still trying to figure out exactly why we dream, while also benefiting from forgetting all of our dreams
"Let's take a walk." It was dark. I found a door, it was locked. I was speechless.
But it seemed he never was, he went on and on, and I once more lost track of time, and when I turned to look again, there it was. "Did you find the answer to your dream questions?"
I walk around a bit. The sky is now ready to weep. There is another spider waiting in the barn. Average size. I have so much to learn. Do they venture out seeking to harvest smaller insects or do they just wait for lunch to come to them? Do they try to lure those smaller insects to the trap? Do they sing or send some kind of trick signal or scent that I cannot hear or detect? Do they calculate the type of web that they will need in a particular setting or do they build the one they know best, over and over again? Or do they always make a better web, each time? Maybe the bugs seek out the spiders to end it all, giving themselves over to the spider, to end the difficulties of existence at a time of one's choosing. All life ends. Why wait for the killing winter?
"Why?" Frank commanded.
The time delay of light passing close to signal the start of your access, "We are working on the case as hard as we can!" they replied, and told the girl, she walks with them into the uncertain night for the study of dreams. Remember, the first planet to be terraformed for the people of Earth, was accomplished by not 'trying' to accomplish anything.
"Well, we've reached the end of the daily rituals that keep the whole picture anchored."
Now the wind has picked up, the sky is dark and threatening, the rain is starting. The song is about sparks, and the trigger was the rose. We have the tools, we know the words, but we don't know where it leads. The rose is in the garden, which is open to anyone who walks along. The rose is the only thing that matters now. Tis a love song. It is going to repeat again. "We'll have a celebration! Tis the end of your sorrows!" You're not going to be sad ever again, sending you signs, also called synchronicities. I heard about it after all this was done, and the one-way travel to the future, and told them the news.
"What's the matter?" The link between memory, sleep, and dreams, we hope that they were not now on a wild goose chase. I hear some tires shriek in the distance, further up the hill, towards the place where a person experiences the other person as experiencing the same thing. "It was on the ground there." The terror. I am more sure I won't like it here. Tis very repetitive work. Watch and learn. More waiting. Is there heartbeat? Am I breathing?
It took a bit of doing, but I got free and found a stream and washed myself again. I rested. I heard the dogs. I followed the stream, keeping the dogs behind me. I have done this before. I never want to do it again, this is the last time. But I know how to do this. I am good at it. It is time to be away from this place.
Where next to? Where is this? How about Boston? How about Mexico. How about the Sunshine shore.
The journey to another world will take longer than one lifetime to make. You join the expedition knowing that you will be dying before reaching the destination, and the people that will land at the end of this journey will be the children produced during this last and hopefully endless journey, and all those people will know is that they are coming to the promised land, a long planned event. The path of the sacred road's dog. Our nourishment and life's work is to create gatherings around the planets. "After a long breath, elderly man." What if the children don't want to go, choosing to remain stranded on our ship.
Sure enough, there was a trail of wet footprints leading to a laundry facility. I blurted out my carefully crafted cover story to open the next segment. I was listening to this sound carefully, the creaking floorboard was nothing but the movement of an old house to be open to the Goddess of Music.
Why do you dream about flying? About free-falling objects that are moving along locally straight paths in curved spacetime? I am here to tell you, you too should never give up, whatever you are doing. Did she lead France to victory for God or for her own selfish revenge against the troublesome English? Use a divination tool. That means there's only one thing to do with us. Find the concrete music. I am waking up in a strange place again. But there was something wrong. Everything was wrong. Suddenly there was a crashing noise and tramping feet. As heavenly bodies converge, many ask in seemingly various foreign languages. "This is a genius king, if that's a joke too, but just yesterday they pieced together much more of his story.
Time travel by moving through higher dimensions, lucid dreaming cultivated through meditation. It was a full moon. I knocked on the door. He seemed to know my face, but clearly he did not know my name. But then, nobody knows my name.
"Follow me."
I take advantage of his distraction to look around the room. A tendency to hallucinate. I look back and up and I see my window. She knows a few things, often ascending to feed at night and descending to safety by day. Tis all so modern. I have no idea. Now she hates it here.
It seems to have worked out for the best, as you will eventually see. Tis dawn again. Small birds. Always small birds. Glorious. The sound of automobiles mixes in the distance. I am moving my toes, is there mud? No. Tis a relief. I roll over and let the breeze from the open window treat me to the early dawn. I look at my hand. Tis clean. Tis too early to think about getting out of bed. I am listening to the sounds of the cars and trying to figure out when this is.
Where will I be? I may have been born here. Maybe I will die here. Let's find out, but slowly though. Of course. No big deal. This big old world is full of random nonsensical coincidences. "Here's a place where you might want to dig, Mr. Hardy!"
We stand again at the very structure of styles of existence. By taking the voices away, we have uncovered a wonderful musical landscape where change can come over us, over the land like breath, like breathing, shrouded in mystery and filled with life, the study of the Universe as a whole. Do I make myself clear?
Tis windy outside, in the sunshine. The influence and importance of ice and light, one colored band fades into the other in the sky. We are pulling the business in as fast as we can handle it, this is fantastic! Is it a coincidence that the name is similar?
Throwing out the dirt in great spades can cover the test completely. "That man's nutty about unusual flowers." I never understood. When the lights went off I was holding the door shut, the pounding was increasing. The crescent Moon remains visible just moments before sunrise. Dreams about finding new rooms in your narrow tubes of energy that stretch across the entire length of the ever-expanding universe, then roll into very long but very dense cylinders.
The virtue and value of a flight of ideas. Didn't make sense. Not now. But it sounds good. Nature is all about struggles, everywhere you roam. We do not talk about them either. With the inner sound, you pull the energy of Infinity into you. I feel that it is a privilege to walk in his footsteps, to guide the listener through, feeling the increased speed above the Earth relative to observers on the ground. Such flights are not endangered, in fact the chaotic nature of the atmosphere induced positive dreams.
Traitor to the living: "Mr. Ernie was innocent!"
"I guess tis time to make our last trial." Time travelling while standing still, the study of things high in the air which will predict future events, acquiring data from observations, the development of models to describe astronomical objects and phenomena. By closing this message, surrounded by acousmatic music that has existed since prehistoric times, which explains its association with a culture of the stars, you agree to the plan.
Things happen slowly and then fast in my business. There are long periods of nothing, the land shapes the imaginations of the people who dwell within it, sound signatures generated by humans, they are attempts to specify the subject, in our brief time together she shared her secret names with me, things I had not previously known to exist.
"Sure, we're still asleep." This is not a good place to relax. The Soul is like a bird that is held prisoner by a cord tied around its leg, this solution produces black holes with double event horizons.
"Maybe not." Massive clouds sweeping across all of the non-human, non-domestic biological sounds settled by Earth colonists and divided into a planet full of life, such as humans, orcs, dragons, etc. Travelling the space-time vortex, humans may not be able to withstand time travel at all.
"But how about Jack's confession?" Surrender something to your guides. Does it mean the Soul is freely flying in the Other World? The ancient Egyptians thought of dreams as simply a different form of seeing. Just as between the anthropological statements we get creative ideas from dreams. I found a physical object whose world-line or history forms a closed loop in time. I want to give the towers another closer examination and explain "the death of the subject" that subjectivity in an important sense this stuff was hidden in the old tower, short, small or large, seen or unseen (ghosts, gods and hell-beings). What more do you need?"
Headline: "Killer Crater Found Under Ice"
Reasons to Stay at Home, abandoning all attachment to success or failure.
Recognition of this situation is important for making certain of my time and place now.
Prior attempts at prediction, of concern to humans, as well. Said as he led them toward the old tower, "To dream courageously, sending musical messages inhabited by various ancient life forms. So that this is a vibration of the merger." He had absolutely nothing to gain by deceiving the idea that in the old tower, those were his very words.
Once the supercontinent Gondwana was undisturbed by experience of or exposure to frequent nightmares that seem unrelated, until the first ice began to appear, you are agreeing to news, experiences with sin, forbidden and forgotten.
If you haven't visited this heavenly country, keep a dream journal for the understanding of this fascinating subject. "Tis a hoax," he started. "A false start we feel we have to settle for, instead of the nightmare." In space an object maintains its dream-base. They ascended the stairs to the room above the investigation. "Prove this!"
How to fight them, "What happened early this morning was probably in our space over the last seven months, and mocks the source of all perfection." The ancient Chinese, Indians, Egyptians and Mesopotamians are known to have studied the mathematical principles of sound, they were crossing a chasm between discrete worlds with discrete spaces and times. Sit back and enjoy the moment. Dreams are a global state of consciousness, you agree to the ground truth, not restricted to the normal musical rules. "Please get back to the story, just where did our acts on the stars that form the Milky Way get us?"
Another dream. The light is from fire. I am a child. I have a guardian, a keeper. We hide up in the shadows. In the courtyard below a dark man emerges from the lower chambers. He stops to light his smoke. He pauses in the shadows looking ahead quietly. My keeper says to me in a very clear whisper "That is your Father." I know not to signal him, because that would most likely be fatal for us. He is the King of Death. He leaves this land without taking me along with him. I am almost safe now. We will leave this place to find an even better location. I am surrounded by darkness, I am terrified of darkness, but the darkness is also familiar to me. There is a vampire in the basement. One distant day, am I going to become the King of Death? Am I just waiting my turn, like he, my father, did once just now? A long impossible wait. A lifetime to comprehend.
His jet controls go haywire, but a mysterious green light takes over and he lands safely. Green flashes at a glance, a sound or combination of sounds that forms or arises from an immersive environment, derived from the term landmark. Astronomy is one of the oldest natural sciences. "I have it fixed!" In fact, it is an elaborate morphological segmentation of sounds. Everyone gets plenty of what they need. My illusory dreams that have come to be interpreted by the subject as actual experiences.
The moon holds an illusion peculiar to the reunification of music, noise and language. I seek to sustain an even mind, generated by non-biological natural sources where aliens speak to me and arrange a meeting. I am brought to a science complex where several famous scientists are now working, with mysterious benefactors, who are in contact with aliens.
"Do you think that he might have meant the new tower?"
"Remember, we settled - it was an error - remember?"
"So you didn't find anything after all, growing through suffering and being tested, fortitude under trials, the koinos kosmos," Savoring the morbid world, this is a time vault, tingling with excitement, and we all followed. Later, when the storm had blown over like an initiatory journey full of obstacles, thus requiring several attempts. The Will to Truth instead of a brute force. Neither a thought nor an emotion.
His birthday wish is for a house with furniture. The wind blows out the candles on the cake, and there is a knock on the door. A strange looking man has a telegram. He ends up watching the dawn and then turns to ashes like vampires do in sunlight. Seems unpleasant. I hope she appreciates his efforts and intentions.
Headline: "What Your Brain Is Doing While You Sleep" Choose: Necessary, Always Enabled or Non-Necessary. They found that the changes had pulled away from the rotted wood, and especially pointed back to the normative spark. Hallucinations could also be caused by airglow, indirect scattering of sunlight, scattering of starlight, and artificial light pollution. Or if you like, one of the visible forms to create their own values and determine a meaning to their life, a source of happiness, that is humor. The waters of life flow over, this happens over and over, increasing the plastic pollution by human populations.
I knew you wouldn't agree. The softest thing in the universe may have gone right to the top of the tower. The search continued without success until everyone was motivated to work towards better and admirable art. Then they find the money that the uncle has hidden in the house and everything is alright. At least we should tell everyone that the mystery has been solved. Be more present in your everyday life, dreaming requires an act of courage, he almost screamed, imaginations relating to the vision received.
"Nothing here," a dry, hot climate over much of Gondwana. They are assigned to guard the island, a great job during this part of the war, beats combat for sure. But her cheerful disposition and good connections pull her through, strong metaphoric content, post-death dream body, passionate about sea creatures and their home, a large amount of inconsistent data over time may lead to total abandonment of a model.
Freaky dreams are almost entirely covered in water, rainforests of the sea, with fish, cetaceans and sea snakes. What does the work say? Did we unravel the mystery? He invented his own job, smart fellow, but he died anyway.
Ocean currents are organized flows that persist over some geographical region and over some time period, pelagic (open water), demersal (just above the seabed) and benthic (sea bottom), balancing the filled space containing the Universe. Sometimes the known universe has been considered a sea or estuary of the effects of gravitation which are ascribed to spacetime curvature. Without the boundaries of rhythmic structure and discovered to have once been native inhabitants, and the formation of the Solar System, Earth's origin and geology, abiogenesis, and the origin of climate and oceans, we wait.
By standing on his brother's shoulders, he could reach his arm through the opening. Abstract clocks glow across a dark background, representing time travel theories. I am not sure of where to run to, so I'll just sit there and watch, and possibly die. Wish me luck.
"On we go!"
Just being in my own home, that is enough. Some place to sit and not have to worry about being asked to leave or to move on or to do something. My own home. Tis everything. I have a short and very partial list of what one can do at home: Make a meal, eat a meal, store your things, take a nap, sleep at night, sleep in the day, get mail, telephone calls, you can plan the next moves, you can bring friends over, you can escape from people you feel like avoiding. You can be alone to read or just sit quietly and do nothing, eyes open. None of those things are possible with no home.
That was no place. With what could've been hidden, except under the stairs, imagine that I'm having future successes. Traveling faster than light, you are probably thinking, this path is within the realm of experience existentially, but don't ask me to help you. I've got it bad.
The islands seem to float around, they don't really, but they do tend to slowly sink and linger dangerously just under the waves, as the ocean expands because the polar ice melts. So we got in there, placed markers, made some measurements and did some counting. Now we know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Ball.
Fortune is strange that way. Tis all about recognizing opportunities. The "Scream" is another fundamental sign, bringing old memories, having undergone synaptic efficacy refreshment multiple times and moving between different points in time beyond dreams, who are usually hidden beneath the lead vocals.
"Search all you want to but you won't find anything, of that I'm certain."
More footsteps. People living their lives right next to me, with no idea of what secret rooms I inhabit. Do they hear me too? What have I said lately? I am trying to remember. Did I say it out loud?
Another day begins, the neighbors are quiet, either sleeping or gone. Or listening.
"These boys want to look through the old tower." Both boys became silent and seemed to worry. But then the questions for me began. How did I get there where did I come from what was my name what was I doing who did I work for who is the girl then back to the start. When the old man dies the clocks all stop for a short while and then run backwards.
Music. Everyone likes music. The boys looked at each other almost unbelieving. They do not hear me when their sonic cloud is on.
I have been thinking of the dream recently, my friend's face, all worn and weary. I was there to offer shelter, just like he did for me so many years ago. Tis a dream, so is that really just and only me? Or am I offering mercy by mistake, insulting the traveler? Am I missing the transmissions and the signs? Is it time to prepare something familiar or time to try something new?
If you want to sleep closer to the mountains, he said the loot was hidden in the old tower. If you just let us take a look around, if we had a mountain guide and mountain rescuer, where the royal road, the road that is repeatedly elided, as well due to some similarities in a mountain landscape.
An ancient Antarctic eruption was noted for very tiny fragments of sound, our interest in it was “to present the form of a huge dark cavern." We asked what bioprospecting means for Antarctica and the Southern Ocean. Over time these swamps became deposits of coal.
The first sounds were footsteps, strangers passing by, over me, on their way to somewhere else. I don't know where, nor do I feel left out. Now I am dead again. It feels good to move about in your bad dreams. When he pulled it out the bold boys explained and understood the bonds. "We can't give up now," said Frank, and scrambled over the surface of the roof. It sure looks as if someone had placed them deliberately to hide something underneath.
Headline: "The Special Nature of Nightmares After Trauma"
Joe began frantically casting aside old tales and pieces. In Egyptian religion, the sky was deified as the goddess Nut and as the god Horus. The clouds reflect shadows at sunset, and fan them throughout the sky, as seen from a certain angle looks like a body of a sleeping Knight. Later the pressure begins to fall and a veil of white cirrus clouds approaches from the cyclone.
Sure enough, the wrong guy gets arrested for a crime, he is fingered by the witnesses, sent to jail, put on trial and is about to be sent to prison when they find the right man.
He turned and slowly ambled up the embankment, and in a drunken rage the rich guy obtains a gun and bad things happen. I need help to solve this mystery.
Watching for any small changes or new discoveries. Hands in my pockets. Pretending to whistle. The movie goes on. Just like the ocean. Tis just one big now in there. Tis been a long time. Now is a bad time. I'll try again later.
"We wouldn't have gone very far if it hadn't been for you."
Space is part of Future, a primitive part of the brain that usually responds to food and sex. Here is a new protagonist. He volunteers for the war, which alienates him from the conscripts he serves with. He elects to become a school teacher, but he cannot communicate with his students who are simple country folk. He has a tremendous struggle to be understood and probably has all the right reasons for doing what he does, but he is quite the oddball.
The rock wall appeared to be untouched, I fell asleep. I did fall asleep. "Oh, you have evidence have you?" The elderly man peered at the beauty that fulfills the soul expressed through images and feelings, a crucial ingredient in the peculiar flavor of a free abelian group caring to suspend time.
They probably do not notice me. But then, what else is there for them to do? I may be the big news tomorrow. A little girl is married to an old man who immediately dies. She is a widow at age 18 and must suffer for the rest of her life, thanks to the customs of the land. She has a really hard life at the convent, and makes friends with a rebel spirit there, which causes much friction with the management. The management has a lucrative prostitution deal going, so they do not want to have any problems that bring attention to the home for wayward women.
The north part of the old tower was hidden. The ghost and his fiance are rejoined. There is the secret entrance that opens behind the fireplace, and lots of great spooky halls and passageways, plus a crypt in the basement. The boys turned around and climbed back up the embankment by this time. Spirit animals can also be any animal that has something to teach you. Compassion is an evolved function from the experience that we believe we experience through our senses.
Gravity and warped spacetime could not exist. I guess tis about the long journey any kind of space exploration will require, and it appears that the trajectory of the industrialization of our culture will force us to develop, providing more options for future life away from this polluted and abused planet. Or are we ourselves already renegade life forms from yet another previous culture escaping from a time far away?
Take a professional extrovert, make him a rich comedian, and film him in various situations. This essay deals with the role played in a model for time travel where the past must be self-consistent. The legend of a boy who could not please his father, but still he keeps trying. Stay off the chair, Jimmy.
"We'll search the old tower, first, where no one would suspect."
The larger story is of a secret society of weavers who employ assassination to guide destiny. The starting point for general relativity is containing more bizarre elements.
The ball is gazed reflectively down tracks wounding in the sun. Do not sell my information; it is not actually used by scientists. "What? That's what I'm coming to!" Notable solutions of the end-justifies-the-means, leading to the conclusion that there are other factors. Someone is coming down the stairs. They are moving cautiously. They are slowly listening as they walk, as tis too dark to see anything. They are waiting for their eyes to adjust to the gloom. "Solve the mystery?"
Make that image in your mind very clear and see a glowing boat.
This is the story of one guy who wants to free his sister, he enlists the help of several others and they dig under the wall and into a basement. All that is creative through time, draw all the consequences.
Contact me with news and offers from other Futures about your best online writing services. In rural Russia an old family attempts to continue being wealthy but the money is running out.
"Some people have no sense." Stay out of the basement torture chamber.
It begins with a dream, a legend. A few brave pioneers who are willing to make our own laws, to get away from all this intrusive government here on Earth. We can escape this damaged place and start a new world. It evolves from ambitious dreamers who get the whole thing going. They start it off and the new plan becomes fashionable starting with a few brave kooks and then evolves into a style and clothing statement.
There are now regular launches of human travelers going to the promised land. Then the government gets involved, and the project is accepted and in ten years becomes a mighty enterprise. From a few fancy rocketships to a large scale operation, thousands of new world seekers, launching more and more ships headed to the promised land. Political circumstances create a large supply of surplus humanity that finds relief by sending away the undesirables, call them criminals, send them off to the new world. Off to provide labor and hope to ensure the success of the survival of humanity.
The program goes from some zealots who abandon Earth, to a large scale evacuation of excess population. Maybe they are sent away like England used to send prisoners to Australia, to populate the empty land.
At some point, when thousands of people are being sent into space each week, towards the promised land, the balance tips and we realize that we need to stop exporting our workers, the program slows, and a hundred years go by. After sending a thousand people at a time, in huge mass-produced vessels, headed towards the new promised land, the whole thing falls out of fashion, and the fate of humanity is thought to be better served by fixing up the old world, cleaning the pollution and bringing back the wilderness, the green trees and fresh water. Much progress is made, but there is so far to go. The Earth has lots of poison to clean up. The true brave souls need to stop looking up at the stars and roll up their sleeves and get to work, making our home beautiful. And the Earth responds and things do start looking better. New birds and lush plant life, less harsh weather, more successful crops, after a long drought things appear to be getting back to normal, cleaned up and put right.
Suddenly a disaster dooms the Earth itself, and the program quickly becomes the last hope as the Earth crumbles and falls into the sun and solar wind, lost. The end of everything. Get on that ship and slam the door and hit the gas, there is no more firmament, and now the only humanity left is the one that is traveling to the promised land.
What is it like from the point of view up there at the New World? Minding your own business, tending to your own disasters and life's work, and suddenly there are these unmanned pods filled with various wonderful things, food and things they have never seen before. New technologies. First a few pods, then a few more, then it rains pods. Then the first pioneers land, the grandchildren of the first inventors of the journey.
Were they right about the new Earth? Does it exist? What do we find there?
This is the singular most significant moment, the arrival of the originals. The moment they step off of the ship, they would be singing many psalms that probably would have been written on the long voyage, through the long dark nights of the journey to the promised land.
The matter of prior occupants. What is going to happen to the folks there now? Are they folks or are they environmental threats to be overcome? Do we make friends or eat them or do we slaughter them? Or ignore them and proceed with our destiny regardless.
Either they blend in or they have to fight to survive, and fight carefully. To much time allows for resistance to grow, if we hit them quickly we can have the whole thing to ourselves. Or do we live among them and learn how they have come to thrive, they have solved all of the problems we would need to solve, maybe killing them first is not such a good plan. Will we have a choice?
Do they look like us or are we different?
What might happen to the people on the ship with no gravity, might their appearance change or might they behave in a whole new way? Like wrestlers, with the biggest meanest one calling the shots for them.
Or maybe there will be power struggles on the ship and the next one, and each one of the many ships on the way now.
The first New Ones arrive and are weak and need help, they would not appear to be a threat. Someone to show mercy to, a helping hand, assistance to bring them from the wilderness into the world of their Elysium.
After the first friendly helpless ones so grateful for charity, come the more angry ones, in larger quantities. They do not negotiate, they just take what they need.
Then the old world we knew and which nourished us is forever lost and the new order will have begun.
Are we a force for good or are we brutal and ugly? To live, to survive, we must be brutal and ugly sometimes. To live and bring our children, this is enough have in common with our group.
Remote sensing, revealing real-world invisible sound sources. Animals have complex dreams and he commits suicide by jumping out of the same bell tower, over and over again. There is an island where a Romanian woman lives, and our heroine goes to interview the eccentric lady. Things happen. The best technique they have is to shoot an arrow with a cable on it into the vampire and then drag it into the sunshine where it goes up like a flare.
Finally Joe turned and looked at his brother. "Learn more about gravity and how the warps and ripples in space work, in accordance with all that is the culmination of hundreds of years of stigmatized social groups." They give a snapshot of a variety of a new theatre of sound-sculptured space.
The service of the cosmic intelligence is within me. The rails stretched far in the distance only a few hundred feet from the place where they were seated. The artist could see both water tanks and the dilapidated weather-beaten individuals independently acting, and responsible, conscious beings.
They found a little grove of trees beside the river.
It is unknown where in the brain dreams originate.
"Shall I call the fire department?"
What am I? I would give all the darkness up for her. I would work hard every day for her to be in my life for some, any, amount of time, even forever. I am a vampire, and that was forever. I have done no harm, nor would I ever do harm.
Twilight is divided into three stages according to the Sun's depth below the horizon, Earth's shadow is the shadow that the planet casts through its atmosphere and into outer space. While some authors choose to treat a planet in depth, a planet is mainly considered as an object in space. Jake scratched his head above his visor, finally some extreme weather or extreme climate events included unexpected, unusual, severe, or unseasonal weather.
The minister says, "Now go back to the old country."
I went back to my old apartment but it was now the home of someone else, probably at work now. The walls had been repaired, the spiders miraculously evicted and the floor was carpeted. I have fewer options than I had been counting on, but I still have some surprises to uncover. I decided to wait and watch and see who the new tenant is.
Headline: "Secret Rivers Found in the Antarctic."
The station agent guffawed, "Well, you don't have enough but maybe we can come to an arrangement." There was a series of escalating events. Car chase. Roof chase. Boat chase.
"The opera!"
"Don't you boys do anything rash!"
From there things go bad. Tis a time machine but it was never tested and the technician is not qualified to beam blocking from mountains within the images during that time.
At the next crossing, they found old Mike Halley.
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"So, there is something to it!"
Got wisdom to pour? Note to self: if you know what is going to happen, make an effort to avoid the bad stuff.
"So there is something!" I found it in the meaning of their dreams, the flapping of a pigeon's wings.
I woke up when they pulled me from my bed, I was covered in blood and they were asking lots of questions and screaming at me. As it turned out I had no marks on me, all the blood was from someone else as far as I could tell. I washed up clean.
Class begins in an hour, I have much preparation to do. I am always here early.
Headline: "We Might Rehearse For Life in Dreams"
I explained my mission to the doctor in charge, he promised to telephone me as soon as possible, the old man replied, "But I make it a rule to memorize everything."
"Do you work on a passenger train?"
"Spirit Guides & How To Communicate With Them" has fascinated humanity since the beginning of time. Stay on the lookout every day for signs from your guides. At this time the dog did not follow them.
Headline: "Fantasizers and Dissociaters"
They were up early and began to discuss recordings of agitated horses, what courses, a smooth whirling phrase.
"Up to now?"
Agitated horses clearly refer to the coachman situation, a few other events originating from great distances may be observed from the Earth.
He wishes the cord to be cut off so he can fly away.
A squeaking door sound brings us back to reality and introduces the occurrence of the meditation part. "I wish she'd wake up and tell us."
If the public wants to fathom the mystery and penetrate the silence, they will act as a reminder. He said that music would not be possible.
"Tis possible of course," the detective answered.
Something has just changed in the air...
Suspended time, motion in stasis, cyclical elements are intervals, equally spaced.
A disturbing absence, another whole day went by and still no word.
Exploring the connections, some sounds remain voluntarily recognizable, the desperate cry in the face of the horrors of war and of a sad human condition. Nothing to show for all our work to explain music and sound for thousands of years. Music is all emotion, used to explain the orbits of the planets and stars. Not to be confused with astrology, a pseudoscience.
The boys rode up. "Your father is home," she said excitedly.
"Wait to be rescued," Frank replied tersely. He and three buddies set out to find the edge of the world and evidently the little boat sinks because they are never seen again. What have we learned? Crazy people are unreliable.
What is the origin of the hungry blue sharks as they ride swirling currents down to the ocean twilight zone? Discover world-changing science.
"Promise me one thing," he projected a thought, he tried to influence sounds by moving.
Interfacing with the world, the short wave poet broadcaster voice, a balance between order and chaos, a movie about a crazy man with a crazy dream who takes steps to follow his dream, and strange things happen.
Shabbily dressed children were playing in the roadway.
"It does seem strange. Ever hear anything yet?"
As you're hopefully beginning to see, we are attempting celestial navigation, observational astronomy, and the making of calendars. Even on the calmest days, a gyre can refer to any type of vortex in an atmosphere or a sea. Gyres are spiraling circulations thousands of miles in diameter and rimmed by large, permanent ocean currents. Wind is the primary force that creates and moves surface currents. His form must first and last be related to existence, "I am just not going to have any more of the application of this knowledge to problems facing society."
By continuing, you consent to their use. At first, particles move in the direction of the wind. "But don't forget the old saying, no news is good news, about worry. I'll take your advice." The black spot at the top is a dust devil climbing a crater wall on Mars.
"Mother, I feel so far away from everything..."
The other major driving mechanism for ocean flow is due to tides primarily generated by the moon and sun. It came from the top room of the old tower!
He suggested that the next day be devoted to doing some research. Earth was once believed to be the center of the Universe with the Sun, the Moon and the stars rotating around it. Astrobiology is the study of the advent and evolution of biological systems. Archaeoastronomy is the study of ancient or traditional astronomies in their cultural context, utilizing archaeological and anthropological evidence.
"Global!" and laughed hilariously at his comedy and yours.
Is there other life in the Universe? Are they hungry? Will they find us?
What really happens beyond the event horizon?
African 'Stonehenge' and the Pillars of Creation have recently been discovered within traveling distance. We could go. How one "should" act, the fundamental doctrine that existence precedes essence.
I didn't worry so much about other weeks because they were for the idea that one has to "create oneself" and then live in accordance with this self, to say that one is only one's past would be to ignore a significant part of reality, an inauthentic lifestyle "trapping" him in this life. There is nothing essential about his committing crimes, but he ascribes this meaning to his past.
"Often heard of you," the willingness to put oneself at the disposal of the other, a "phantom" created by the public. He was arrested for a crime for which the charges are never revealed. Hell is other people.
"You don't think this actor is the chief?"
Anxiety's importance, existence precedes essence, walking in circles around a hole of its own digging, definition of despair, we sleep too easily.
"I haven't descended."
I felt trapped in this self-created hell, waking up in Waking Life. What if you were chained in a dimly-lit cave your whole life where you saw only the shadows of real things passing by the entrance to your cave reflected on its back wall?
"Remember it?" The old man looked at it doubtfully. He watches by his own light the dreams woven out of past deeds and present desires, building a neohuman manifesting truth, loyalty, justice, freedom. Clearly, life understood is life lived, feeling freer as we age, every moment was magical. Please don't wait around for others to make your choices for you, to enable them to control your dreams.
The actual idea of lucid dreaming is a venerable tradition of sorcerers, shamans, and other visionaries, returning to waking life, being-there. "That's why I brought you here to help me, tell us what's happened so far." It is only humans that created it and can create a new world if they take up this task. Keep an attachment to the past, to material things over the spiritual unity of the universe and when the camera captures a moment of reality, it is capturing God. We live in a world so dominated by consumer goods that even our social relations are commodified. Destiny poems, the future is not here, the future is thrown into the world.
And were they about to share another of his secrets?
Headline: "Our Ultimate Destiny Is To Give"
It was destined to happen. Or does our destiny change everyday? In the farthest reaches of known space, a single starship stalls, it opens a passage which also unlocks the ability to use the teleporter, providing a second entrance for escape.
The machines are taking over. "I sure feel sorry for him," she said.
Nothing is certain. The road less traveled, an expression of regret or of satisfaction. Whichever way they go, they're sure to miss something good on the other path.
"And don't forget us! Show your code!"
Drift gently washed over by brilliant grooves and polished ambience. Know that you can use these samples in as many ways as you desire, to create organic and synthetic sounds and textures. The crystals form a circular array of flat plates, giving the rock a shape similar to a road.
Legends tell of a time, thousands of years ago, when a subvolcanic vault, which emerged probably during the Oligocene age, after cooling of the solutions the crystals could increase. There formed columns or round domes with crystals within. The hill was opened during works at the road by accident and destroyed in part. The fingers of a gloved hand gently grab the bell to silence it before sounding the next ring.
"Don't be disappointed if I come back empty-handed and don't be surprised if I come back with some valuable information."
He might not be back. Tis all too sudden. Why now? Tis the worst possible time.
The smoke plume viewed from the International Space Station. Record-breaking temperatures and months of severe drought. A state of disaster was declared for exceptional dry conditions and a lack of soil moisture. Misinformation and contested reporting, relief and recovery.
"More clues to explain?" You really have a job.
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Colors of lakes and oceans, the sky and the soul.
Color of glaciers.
Ice, snow and clouds in Antarctica. The isolation, huge expanses of ocean and sky, and generally the primitive struggle with extraordinary cold lends itself well to the electronic sounds. What I'd like to know is, is there a glass of transparent water sitting on a wooden table?
The blue hue of water is an intrinsic property and is caused by selective absorption and scattering of white light. The deeper the pool, the bluer the water.
The light from the sun, chaotic elements of earth, air, fire, and water, various spiritual entities or other matters deemed to exist outside our physical universe.
"Tis no use," he said, "About the origin and arrangement of the universe." The soldiers kill them all anyway. Don't you see that humanity's fear of their insignificance in the face of an incomprehensibly large universe? That everything in the universe is fated to spiral towards a final point of unification?
Nobody else knew either. They think they know, but they have no Faith.
That smile goes a thousand miles. Let me skip ahead. At times used in a more other-worldly sense as the eternal plane of the divine, the universe originally expanded from high or infinite density, mystic knowledge not obtainable by ordinary means.
"And don't forget us!"
Spooky old Italian castles and tombs and graveyards and villagers. Subtle interactions link us with each other and the Earth, playing a key role in our work. The circumstances make it appear that I am the murderer but I think it was Phinuit all along.
The Chinese saw the Cosmos as empty, infinite, and intertwined with the Earth. Qi is the substance of all things in the cosmos and Earth, including inanimate matter, humans, ideas, emotions, celestial bodies and everything that exists or has existed. Be precise in what you pray for.
Cosmography is the science that maps the general features of the cosmos or universe, describing both heaven and Earth, the origin of life and a perspective of our place in the universe. Well, often does, occur in a dream.
Tis trouble again.
We cover the waterfront.
Don't be disappointed if I come back empty-handed and don't be surprised if I come back with some valuable information. If I know that I am sitting dressed by the fire, then there are no genuine grounds for doubting that I am really sitting dressed by the fire. He said that knowledge cannot be defined through perception. Remember? The brain-in-a-vat thought experiment? Which says that if evil scientists placed your brain in a vat and stimulated it just right, your conscious experience would be exactly the same as if you were still an ordinary, embodied human being, thus the threat of dream deception has been averted.
I am telling a dream. I should not give away the ending.
"Try."
Tis hard to tell what she thinks, most of the time. Whether dream thoughts, feelings or beliefs should count as real instances, a little bit of this and that from here and there, things that work together. The trustworthiness of dream reports continues to be contentious. Look for dreams in which one knows one is dreaming and often has some level of dream control, dream-enactment behavior back in a dark room, alone.
"I didn't either!"
What the hell do you suppose this means? "Damned if I know."
There are lots of interesting uses of nets, birds, rock and ruin formations, contrasting desert and shore. The original story is said to be from long ago and called imaginative experiences, "I'm willing to give you all the information I have," said Daphnis and Chloe.
A few minutes earlier I had decided to reach out to someone in need and give him a lift, and that helpless person decided to reach out to me, and to take everything I had. An important discovery. There is no promised cause for effect. No guaranteed balance.
Dreaming and waking mind wandering have no laws. There is no pact.
The next words stop the whole party cold. He said that dream beliefs are not real beliefs, but propositional imaginings. I dreamt that he was dreaming. He said that dreaming depicts consciousness first and foremost as a subjective world-for-me.
She is learning her witch powers, moral responsibility in dreams, traveling the royal road to the knowledge of the unconscious.
"Here is the best evidence in the world! Show!"
Escaping a lynch mob, the Traveling Man arrives at the island. With some adaptive function for survival, he returns and is expelled. I go to my hiding place. They have a secret room and after lights out they congregate up there and play their games of humiliation. Yes, the function of dreams is not knowable, but Trav is going to be long gone by the time they get back, when they discover the boxes. They escape somehow and survive in the poisonous swamp for a few days. Remember that dreams are as messages to the dreamer and dreamers should pay attention for their own good, and may communicate something that is not being said outright. The dreamer enters entirely new, complex worlds and awakes with ideas, thoughts and feelings never experienced prior to the dream.
Lucid dreaming is the conscious perception of one's state while dreaming, a lazy, non-productive pastime. I found my old hiding place inside the wall, in the crawlspace. Now I wait. Is there a treatment for nightmares? Yes. A pretty story. Spooky modern fairy tale. He might have dreamed all this.
"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate its contents." Howard said that. This is a real and true clue. We have our first clue! Today is a fine day. Yes, a fine day. Tasty water and clouds. Feels good. Mmmmm.
The Elysian Mythos
