CYCLES
1. Kiles
glided across the desert in
Northern Arizona along the Utah
boarder. The shadows of the
setting sun made the winding
sandstone arteries of Lake Powell
appear enchanted and
timeless. Time was precisely
what had brought him here.
He glided like a spirit unaffected
by gravity, harmonious with local
folklore.
2. He saw the tip of the
spire first, which still glistened
in the twilight. It was a
round, conical spire, stretching
half-a-mile high. The
diameter at the base was only 500
feet, rising 2,800 feet to a
needle point.
3. The operators at
International Island provided
technical blueprints to the MJ-12
Boss to build a Spearpierce
replica in the Arizona
desert. With Jolvian
collaboration, they created a
working copy. The Director's
Spire had only one function on
Vejhon, and it was hoped that the
same purpose could be implemented
on Earth.
4. The problem was finding
enough psionists to fulfill the
function. There weren't
any. Not unless
International Island could kidnap
psionists from abroad who would
not be missed from their native
locations.
5. It turned out that many
of Corlos' questions about what
happened at the 'Y' event that
sent a Cardship back in time,
could be traced to this
device. Some of the
Vejhonians who disappeared due to
reversion, had been diverted to
this facility, along with the
future cure for reversion.
Issues arising on Corlos could be
traced to this stolen
technology. The spire,
however, could not penetrate many
of Corlos' passive failsafe
designs, that the Light Race had
installed for this very
purpose. "How did Corlos not
notice this?" Kiles wondered.
6. Any technology
imaginable, created by any
interstellar culture in any
dimension could be stolen and
redeveloped here.
International Island provided the
platform to steal interstellar
technology, and The Spire directed
the operation.
7. Several anti-beings
intercepted Kiles, who was himself
in a photonic state: Their
states of existence were
diametrically opposed to his; like
matter and antimatter: They
could coexist in approximation,
but could not share the same
space. That meant, No
Touching. The anti beings
existed only because of the
predominant dark matter
composition of the Universe.
Photonic matter, on the other
hand, is a construct of The
Eternal, imbued with intelligence,
choice and infinite
potential. The anti beings
chose to extinguished the photonic
aspects of their existence, and
like any star when it runs out of
fuel, they became anti beings --
disconnected from God and
Light.
8. "Why are you
here?" the demonic entity
sneered. Kiles would be an
anomaly to them -- he had a foot
firmly planted in both sides of
The Ellipsis: Neither demon
could begin to comprehend the
nature of what Kiles truly
was. "Are you from The Most
High?" the other demon asked
fearfully.
9. "Get out of my way!"
Kiles demanded, and sailed right
by them. They were a mere
nuisance, and he wasn't going to
make time for their
bullshit. Kiles outranked
everyone on this particular Shell.
10. As Kiles glided through
the wall of the spire's base, he
quickly observed that the activity
here was a multi-dimensional
endeavor. The God of Dirt
was working with the God of Money
to repel stray spiritual workings,
while evoking a blanket of peace,
similar to a Kor rally.
Jolvians were working with their
local counterparts to drive the
mission forward. Theites had
two B'lines standing by, and there
was evidence that Cacci Dai was in
on this too, indirectly.
"You're not being coy," Kiles
mumbled, which led to a more
spherical concern:
11. "Conscious?"
"Really?" Kiles
thought. "Why would this
type of Cosmic collusion be
allowed?" He considered how
he had met an anti-Conscious, so
to speak, but it turned out that
it was Her cover in a
mirror-Universe. Conscious
validates in every state of
existence. Biomass
doesn't: Chaos is Chaos.
12. Kiles glided up to where
the Temple would be and the
Director's office above it.
The Vejhonians were there, laying
quietly in the 13 recliners,
working in 2-hour shifts, just
like on Vejhon. None of them
were Psionic Guards, but by a
non-psionic standard -- they were
Gods. They created the same
reverent ambiance that the
authentic Temple had on
Vejhon. Like their authentic
Vejhonian counterparts, these
Vejhonians roamed the Earth,
focusing upon whatever their
handlers told them to spy on,
delve into, meddle, detect or
uncover.
13. The Majic-12 Boss acted
as the Director, who possessed no
special talent, and could not even
remote view, much less manage a
species that was light years ahead
of him intellectually. The
Vejhonians knew that in order to
safeguard Vejhon, and minimize
abuse, it was wiser to let the
anti-Director believe whatever
vain delusional image he had of
himself. Only a psionic
species would be enlightened
enough to let the vain drown in
their vanity. They provided
him with enough information to
keep everyone concerned relatively
unmolested.
14. "Sad," Kiles
observed. The Vejhonians
were not mistreated, quite the
opposite in fact, but their
existence had been reduced to that
of an imprisoned chemist working
for a drug cartel. They were
not allowed to travel anywhere
unescorted. On the bright
side: They could have
anything that the God of Money
could produce; essentially carte
blanche where material things go;
even a holographic virtual
reality. The Boss had been
informed of the great galactic war
where Kor was systematically
hunting down Constitutional
Vejhonians and destroying
them. That was the
alternative: Us or
Kor. And unless you're
Xanax, it's not easy to get
unpolluted news.
15. The B'line pilots were
full of useless information from a
captive Vejhonian
perspective. Theites were
often perceived as clowns from
outer space that took themselves
way too seriously, because nobody
cares about what Blue Funnel is
doing or what dress Queen Estuses
wore to an intergalactic gala.
16. This is a situation
where well enough has to be left
alone. "What can I do
besides watch this mesmerizing
monstrosity become an interstellar
racket?" "See! He's
powerless!" a demon mocked
him. Kiles pointed his
finger at the pathetic creature
and literally imploded it into
nothing, just like magic.
The other one learned fast and
vacated instantly. Kiles
grinned with a
smirk.
SATAN
LAUGHED
17. "It's all an expression
of spirals," Kiles observed, "from
Vejhon's orbit around Zena; all
orbits in general... DNA, the
Ellipsis and Eternity
itself."
18. "Round and round," he
twirled a 10-spoke medallion
through his fingers while he
contemplated rhythms, cycles, and
what he had just
observed.
19. A wave of darkness crept
in and began to apply pressure all
around him. It squeezed him
so intensely that he had to spin a
bubble around himself. Then
the dark matter parted like a
curtain and entered the most
unassuming presumably female
creature.
20. The creature morphed
into something resembling Athena
or Apollo -- it couldn't make up
its mind. It settled for a
young Greek demi-God male, very
handsome in appearance, "How's
this?" it asked.
21. Kiles shrugged to
indicate that its appearance was
entirely up to itself, then nodded
to oblige the polite
inquiry. "Good then,' it
sighed. It couldn't truly
sigh because it was unembodied,
but the intention was understood.
22. "Do you know who I am?"
it inquired. Kiles looked
toward the heavens in mock
contemplation as if searching a
million stars for an answer.
"Jesus?" he replied
sincerely. The creature
exploded into a million pieces and
then calmly reassembled
itself. "If you don't mind?"
it admonished, evidently moved by
the guess. Acoustics have
power. "Pardon me," Kiles
replied, "Anti-Jesus then?"
The being was pushed back a few
yards and then returned to it's
original position.
23. "To what do I owe
this..." Kiles needed a more
accurate word. "You know..."
the creature continued, "He used
to be my brother."
24. Kiles stared at it with
disingenuous concern that
suggested, 'that's not what you
came here to talk about...'
25. "Right," the creature
continued, "...the reason why I'm
here." It gave Kiles a more
penetrating stare, "You're not
supposed to be here," it said as a
polite matter of fact. "I'm
a native!" Kiles rebuked with a
shrug. How could anyone
argue his point? "Yes...
but... you're a little more than
that," the creature argued with
careful tact. Most of the
formalities had been skipped
because it was already
understood: They were at an
impasse.
26. "If this is supposed to
be your... domain," Kiles beckoned
toward the Shell, "then why do you
allow all of this
interference?" The creature
was flattered by the presumption
of its power, but it had very
little influence on most of the
extraterrestrial meddling.
The creature cocked its head to
indicate, 'I'm sure you're just
being rhetorical.' Then
replied, "Well... why do I?"
27. Kiles didn't expect the
author of all things evil. to be
so familiar. "Aren't you
supposed to be scarring me, or
recruiting me, or doing whatever
it is you do?" Kiles asked.
28. Satan laughed.
29. Kiles surrendered a
truly genuine grin. The
creature was almost likable,
leaving Kiles to wonder about the
larger part of its ruse; the
caveat behind the caveat.
Satan possessed several millennia
worth of Human behavioral studies
and when dealing with an unknown
quantity, avoided becoming too
patronizing too quickly.
Kiles was a delicious exception to
the norm -- well beyond the
emotional kindergarten that all
Humans waddle in: It would
take something, not in his
inventory or experience, to
motivate: A challenge.
"Worlds without end..." it mumbled
with disgust. "Shells,"
Kiles corrected. Satan
rolled its eyes and
vanished.
FATHER
KNOWS
30. "Don't give me any help
at all!" the young soul
touted, "You don't have to get
involved in any way: Leave
me completely abandoned, poor,
desperate, fatherless and unloved
-- I'll find my way back."
31. The soul's spiritual
Sire squinted its laser eyes
toward the child. An
unspoken quality in the light
suggested, "Maybe." The
young soul shook its fist, not
unlike the fallen one.
32. "He will find himself in
a cage," an observer whispered to
his fellow Angel. The fellow
Angel agreed with concern and
gently shook his head, "Why do
they do this to themselves?"
"You're asking me?" his Angel
friend shrugged.
33. The young soul
continued, "... and anytime I
might feel a moment of genuine
gratitude -- PUNISH me so I can't
enjoy the moment! Punish me
before I enjoy ANY moment -- turn
every light into an abyss and I'll
still find my way back!"
34. The Angels were
speechless.
THE
HATED
35. The chief anti-being
hated the detestable creature
beyond any conceivable
words. This new world
created an opportunity to engineer
a lifelong unendurable existence
for that one soul. "I have
virtually no restraints," Satan
said to itself, who was unembodied
and genderless; a collection of
anti-photons swarming around a
thick core of hatred. "I
will expose it to everything
desirable and keep those things
out of reach. Occasionally,
I'll let it clutch an empty
promise -- one that leaves it
worse off than it was
before. I will destroy all
of its joy and imprison it in
poverty. I will bait it with
the hope of escape, but dangle
hope just out of reach. God
will be my friend for torturing
it."
NOBODY
LOVES GOD
36. The angel was reclined
against a pantheon column, with a
mortal draped across his lap; his
strong black arm comfortably
laying across the slumbering
subject's chest. Angels are
never imagined so casually, with a
Human embracing it's leg,
unconscious of impropriety.
The Human was far away in
dreamland, unaware that his
guardian was also participating in
his dream.
37. At zero-point in time
exists the embodiment of God The
Eternal Being, Who, conscious of
all things, can see every point,
forward and back, in every
direction: Where the
slightest thought cascades into a
myriad of quantum re-calculations
that can only be quantified by
God.
38. Time is the inverse of
Eternity: Where within the
construct of eternity, time is
dilated to create realms of
disunity and godlessness.
Students who survive graduate into
celestial beings. The
casualties are flushed down black
holes and scattered like compost
in a warehouse of dark
matter. Anti-beings are
de-animated and stored at absolute
zero, to be re-ignited as
fledgling stars in hopes that the
recombinant energy will achieve a
Godlier result: Mass is
powered by polarity.
39. The sleeping soul became
aware of God's Presence as he
glided through a radiant fog that
gave way to the light's
source. Within the source
pulsated the ebb and flow of all
life and consciousness and the
consciousness was aware of being
observed. Before the ribbons
of swirling energy could overwhelm
his senses, God decreased the
volume to an angelic cerebral
reverence; only slightly beyond
his imagination.
40. The entire event had
been tailor-made just for him, as
if every quanta of his mind and
memory had been downloaded and
integrated into a celestial
presentation.
41. He saw God's Face.
42. Before he could ask, God
downloaded into him an abbreviated
history of Human progress; and
sifted through the qualities and
achievements that God would
appreciate most from His
creations.
43. Nobody loved Him.
44. His revulsion by that
revelation was untenable in every
paradigm, and it took God's power
to make him believe it. He
started to wake up, but the angel
lulled him back to sleep.
45. He did not have the
emotional strength to ask the
obvious question, but his
confusion stretched across the
vastness of space. "How?" he
looked at God with inescapable
guilt, "Could anyone not love
You?"
46. Then emerged another
realization more confounding than
the first: He could see
God's celestial heartbeat
pulsating the radiance of creation
from beneath His glowing white
robe.
47. God Hurts. He is
not impervious to pain. He
is not a giver to all without an
eternity of wear and scars.
He is conscious of every
thought: Torture, injustice,
fear and depravity, as well as
sparks of genius and the glorious
heritage of His children. If
it exists -- it is Him: Life
through Light and Death -- Beauty
and Savagery. I Am.
