“Departure” ~ Into The Beyond ~

From inside the old Victorian-era home, the view from a second floor window framed an empty field where the village once upon a time was astir with the shadows of the butcher, the baker, the farrier, and well, the undertaker. The home had always served as a respite for the wayward passing through the night. Scholars, visionaries, peddlers, and gypsies, all had been drawn to the village, all with their own insights and offerings for the villagers future well being, knowing too that the village had been chosen by a higher presence for passage into the beyond, and a new world.

Through that open window of the empty home revealed the pleasant scents of lilacs and assorted wild flowers mixed with the airiness of the bay, where the lighthouse once stood through the night, serving as a beacon for those travelers and traders. The events of that fateful night a hundred years ago had never been recorded in the history books ~ that magical portal of time ~ when the villagers walked away under a torch filled night onto the mighty and massive ship that had arrived just after midnight at eight minutes past, and appeared to be from somewhere beyond with its heavy wooden hull and metallic-like helm, with tattered sails of voyages across the seas from a time long ago, but with engines, rocket ports, cockpit bubbles, gunner sights, and signal lights like something from beyond their horizon. The villagers, aware they would never be returning, had gathered up to await the mystical vessel of time-passage as they were expecting its arrival. Many were holding fashioned torches made from oil soaked cloth wrapped around cut tree branches, while others held their babies and guided their children along, leaving all their belongings behind, as they formed lines to assemble onto the gangways, leading them to the companionways, and onto the various decks of the anachronistic vessel. It was a ceremonious departure, carried out in ritual silence, and with an internal rhythm shared by all.

As the futuristic yet archaic craft turned toward the horizon and began to disappear into the night, the glow from the makeshift torches faded into the calm of a blackened seafaring night,  into a time yet to be, never to return again. Into the greatest mysterious portal of time passage ever known to man ~ the highest point on the celestial sphere, at the zenith to the heavens ~ beyond the magnetic pole of the north, where the gateway to a new world awaited them.

The villagers had been chosen for a voyage into the beyond, to a new world due to their diversity ~ butcher, farmer, baker, mid-wives, farrier, seamstress, tailor, and undertaker ~ and their purity because they had lived  throughout the years in the same traditional ways that generations before them had been brought up and without the interruption of modern technology, the carnival antics of politics, and the targeted marketing and programming that the rest of the world had been indoctrinated with. The small village was located far away from the modern world in a enchanted place where time had stood still ~ undocumented in recorded history ~ away from the influences and dependencies that plagued and controlled those trapped in the illusion of modern civilization. In the new world, the villagers would once again be the very fabric of life, and a foundation for those lives yet to be.  

The village would eerily remain afterward, with the sounds of water occasionally lapping at the rocks where once stood the lighthouse. As the seasons would come and go, what had been left of the village deteriorated and fell into disrepair. The land underneath withered as the village crumbled, and would later be swept away with the tides, leaving but a few remnants scattered and buried, left to be discovered one day a hundred years later. 

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“We May Not Be Alone”

The presumed digital world that awaits the human presence in a matrix future is assumed to be the next vast horizon where man finally engages and co-habits with machine and together accomplish extraordinary leaps within the human presence, elevating the human presence into a new world that would include computer screens appearing in personal visual areas with the swipe or motion of a hand, implanted vox hardware engaging conversations using the blink of an eye, and viewing  personal identifiers such as individual medical history, finance, and criminal history, from the scanning of an implanted microchip at the wrist or temple area. A new world where interaction among beings is transferred exclusively through digital exchange, AI interface, or a series of vox sound clicks and pauses. Elevating even beyond that into an telepathic world where thoughts, ideas and commands could be exchanged through extra-sensory perception, then going beyond that then to holographic human transformation. A new world where the criminal element has been eliminated through selective genome restructuring, and rouge individuals who resist the implanted vox hardware and sensory microchips ~ rendering them useless and non-communicative ~ are sent underground to catacomb-like cells to wither and die.

Perhaps we have been all to caught up in the frenzy of movie-making, satirical spin-offs and books written of an apocalyptic future, the endless dialogue of alien presence and  beings flying around above us, surveilling us, and occasionally abducting one of us only to be returned after the anal probe . . . The crash sites and storage facilities that contain interplanetary vessels or the remnants and remains of interplanetary beings. Political avantours and officials urged to avoid even saying these words, suggesting that maybe the carnival of top secret information might just be an illusion as well, yet while armed guardsmen are patrolling what appears to be privately owned multi-acres of presumably empty land. Then there is the space-race, alive and well with renewed publicity and purpose ~ with so much interplanetary hardware floating around earth’s atmosphere ~ having been rejuvenated in recent years, taking on civilians, who by the way are not armed, certainly not trained for war, but out for the joy ride of the experience with presumably no threat placed upon their lives ~ and with large amounts of money to spend ~ to see earth from the from it’s atmospheric edge, where the gateway to interplanetary travel really begins.

What is known is that there are select remnants ~ evidence ~ of some kind of being or life that existed before earth evolved, and has also evolved as well, but in a much more advanced state and presence then that of earth . . . Well at least this is what has been disclosed and scientifically researched as well. We are left to believe whatever it is that fits into that compartment of our brain that allows a certain capacity for free thinking, also allows for the exchange of information from like-minded individuals, the ongoing exploration of why we are here, where we are going, and to understand how we got here. 

We may not be alone . . .

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“Living In The Illusion”

Through the barrage of propaganda driven news bites, viral sensationalism, subliminal messaging laced within corporate commercial broadcasting, and a political arena that has lost not only its direction, but has lost its integrity as well . . . Lost in this polluted stream is a wandering population that seems unaware of its lost sense of reality, but yet can not or will not offer resistance to a corruption-fueled system, while seemingly floating in an assumed state of illusion, and void of individuality and critical thinking.

It is living in the illusion that has veiled the human presence, cloaking meaningful gestures and emotions, human interaction and critical thinking. Every part that makes better human beings, willfully stripped away, leaving only the holographic illusion of what is accepted to be a reality.

Enter the free thinkers . . . Those individuals who have not stepped in too deep into a programmed corporate political system that sabotages free will, individuality, and critical thinking. They (we) have made the choice to be free in this way, breaking from the accepted norms to be our own individuals, unswayed by a divided and confused population that has succumbed to rage and extremism from the viral sensationalism that seems to arouse their lost sense of reality.

Without perspective, individuality, and critical thinking, living in the illusion would be easy enough to blissfully carry on for those lost souls. However there are those of us who willfully challenge, question, and investigate the corporate propaganda, lack of political integrity, and an agenda that remains cloaked in secrecy and hazed in confusion. 

We have and always will continue to seek truth, transparency, and integrity . . . Separating from the mainstream, who are collectively herded along together, ‘dumb-down’ in their suburbia, tracked, marketed, and subliminally branded, their lifestyle information bought and sold like commodities.

Unable to see beyond ‘living in the illusion’ . . .

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“The AI Machine” ~ New World Population ~

It is upon us now to consider our survival beyond the nuclear horizon. Our coexistence with AI, and machine learning, the mass collection of metadata, and mass surveillance. The loss of social interactions, gestures, and emotions, sabotaged by the small handheld digital devices that compartmentalizes our thoughts and movements into a shared network of moments consisting of emoji’s, stickers, clips and quips. Designed to maintain engagement, interaction, and well, entertainment. All while our personal information, along with every keystroke, document, purchase, location, and voice, are being tracked and harvested from the human population to be analyzed, reinterpreted, and reprogrammed into the AI machine for the purpose of replicating human interactions, gestures, emotions, thoughts, and movements. Ultimately creating perfect infallible beings, all with timely computer updates, as needed, to each individual AI mainframe. 

The AI machine . . .

It is what’s coming. Oh there will be some human life forms,  but only those with specific genomic structures that can be fitted with the necessary hardware needed to coexist with the AI machine ~ a cyborg population ~ with attachments located either at the base of their skulls ~ tapping into their brains to restructure presence of mind, and processing abilities ~ or at the base of their spines ~ tapping into their central nervous systems to reformat movement, speed and agility ~ the attachment devices will then interpret the information, relaying then to the AI machine and the AI population.

Most of the current human population will have already been “joined at the hip” with their expensive hand-held digital tracking devices ~ coexisting daily with the AI machine, as they are tracked, marketed, and prompted to “click here now” ~ rarely looking up or away for fear they might miss something, as this “zombie” type behavior sabotages their human interactions, gestures, emotions, thoughts, and movements. All the while, maintaining engagement and entertainment, allowing the AI machine to collect souls conveniently, advancing replication for the AI population without human resistance, care, or awareness.

This is where the vaccines and nasal swabs testing enter into the grand scheme of things ~ to get the genomal structures, to record and analyze for the purpose of selecting suitable humans to be fitted and upgraded into cyborgs ~ enabling communication, cohabitation, and enhancing function ability within the AI machine and its population.

These perfect infallible creations will also form a new military, with select AI soldiers for the new AI battlefield, and the coming super-tech wars, thereby creating a segue to seek and establish presence on other planets.

Next, interplanetary travel, g-force, and colonization on both of the two closest planets, the Moon and Mars ~ A new world population ~ complete with atmospheric pressure, temperatures, oxygenation, and organic farming. Using sustainable energy, and supersonic transit.

The AI machine may take a few more decades, or maybe less, but it is where we are going, that is to say, where the AI machine is going, we may exist only in limited capacity within the new world population, as the nuclear horizon looms ever closer . . .

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