Infinity

Responding to Diana’s prompt ‘ Write from the point of view of a creature that doesn’t exist in the “real” world. ‘
https://mythsofthemirror.com/2019/10/31/a-november-writing-challenge/
With a shout out to Dwight of Rothpoetry. I got hooked on his line “the intersection of infinity’
his poem on this can be seen here
https://rothpoetry.wordpress.com/2019/11/12/the-intersection-of-infinity/

Once upon a time, at the intersection of infinity, I chanced upon a tiny planet circling a tiny star. I was surprised to discover strange forms of elemental creatures had evolved on this planet. These elemental forms scrambled around the planet devouring each other in an effort to sustain its existence. I marveled at the myriad of design of the various forms and how they adapted to land, air and water. I had no idea that the creation of space, time and matter outside of the spiritual realm would produce such anomalies.

I observed these strange shapes for a time. I concentrated on the bipedal creatures which seemed to have more cunning than the other varieties. I wondered….what if….and extracting dark energy from the universe I breathed it into the two legged creatures. The creatures paused mid stride in their hunting and I sensed a new awareness fill their being. They looked up at the sun with a puzzled frown and then at each other and their mouths opened trying to articulate speech patterns. I allowed myself a self satisfied smirk as I retreated back to the spiritual plane.

Lost in contemplation with the creator it was a while before I again entered the material universe and observed the tiny planet. I saw large collections of the bipedal creatures living side by side in shelters, protecting themselves from the elements. They were able to communicate with each other and seemed to be thriving in numbers. I wondered if they could evolve from their carbon, oxygen based elements to pure spirit and considered a way to accomplish this. I inscribed some suggestions on two tablets of stone and placed them where they could be found by a man ascending a mountain’s path. Satisfied with this little sleight of hand I once again found the spiritual plane.

Returning to the Earth a third time I observed terrible wars, anger and hostility. These creatures seemed intent on destroying themselves. They had learned nothing from my writing on the stone tablets. It was then I decided to take human form and express a way forward to change base material desires into spirit. I managed to recruit a few followers, teach them some basics, but jealousy and injustice won out, my human form was extinguished and I was back in the spiritual plane.

I’m now spending my time communing with the creator for next steps in the evolution of this unique species. They weren’t part of the creators plan. With so much darkness the creator was experimenting in trying to brighten things up and humans became an unexpected by-product. The creator is willing to accept responsibility for his design and has tasked me with trying to sort out this mess. I’m working on it.

Undulating Patterns

Reena’s prompt #112. “Undulating Patterns.” For full prompt please go to:
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/11/07/reenas-exploration-challenge-112/

“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”

Robert Frost

Life is a series of undulating patterns rippling through time and space. A Bayeux tapestry of battles fought and lost, a few conquering heroes, but mainly foot soldiers in a never ending war.

In the past a tsunami wave of conquerors stormed over the globe, creating order by killing and exerting tyrannical dominance. Eventually the people rose in rebellion, the new order collapsed, sending its populace crashing into a sea of darkness awaiting winds of change to propel the next big wave. So it was with the British Empire, the Mongol Empire, the Russian Empire, the Spanish Empire, the Qing Dynasty and the Umayyad Caliphate, to name but a very few.

Are new patterns starting to emerge undulating in the predictability of its waves? Instead of projectiles penetrating our bodies causing havoc to our physical structure we now have words penetrating our psyche fracturing our delicate egos.

“Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me,” a child’s response of yesteryear to verbal bullying in the school playground.

Prior to the advent of social media and its related communication devices children could be seen swarming over the streets and parks, interacting with each other physically and verbally through games and role playing. Today the streets are deserted after school as children look to social media devices for interaction with the outside world. In the absence of any physical experience words start taking on greater weight. Words are substituted for physical aggression. This is compounded by educators in their creation of safe spaces and banning physical play at school.

Undulating patterns. The wave like rise and fall of doing things in a particular way, over and over.

Are new conquerors starting to take shape exerting their tyrannical dominance over the globe? Twitter,Instagram, YouTube,Tik Tok-Alphabet, Microsoft, Facebook, Tencent. Will technology companies become our new overlords?

Software companies, with their revenue source of advertising companies, are now dictating the norms of everyday speech on their platforms. This is swiftly becoming politicized to a left versus right issue. What are acceptable and unacceptable modes of communication. Is free speech under attack? What are the boundaries? Will various social media platforms morph into left leaning and right leaning platforms?

If this trend continues there will be no cross pollination of ideas. Each individual will be stuck in their own echo chamber unable to experience different ways of thinking. The technocrats will rule the globe exerting their tyrannical dominance over speech and language……and thought patterns. The human race will become more divided in its ideas.

How long will this technological empire stand with the undulating pattern of its narrow mindedness?

Remembrance Day 2019

In my library there is a book I take out once a year on Remembrance Day entitled Anthem For Damned Youth-Poets of the Great War-edited by Lyn Macdonald

I saw you fooling often in the tents

With fair disheveled hair and laughing lips,

And frolic elf lights in your careless eyes,

As who had never known the taste of tears

Or the worlds sorrow. Then on march one night,

Halted beneath the stars I heard the sound

Of talk and laughter, and glanced back to see

If you were there. But you stood far apart

And silent, bowed upon your rifle butt

And gazed into the night as one who sees.

I marked the drooping lips and fathomless eyes

And knew you brooded on immortal things.

Glimpse- W.N.Hodgson

Brainwaves

Reena’s prompt challenge #111 regarding brainwaves. With credit to Aeon Magazine and the album Chapel by Grace Leslie. For full prompt go to :
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/10/31/reenas-exploration-challenge-111/

Veronica was the love of my life. We married within two months of our first date. A week later she was dead.

I sat in the hospital chair holding her lifeless hand. The doctor, his comforting hand on my shoulder, offering words of consolation.

” Such a tragedy for one so young. All the scans indicate that she was in perfect heath except for those few seconds when her body denied oxygen to the brain. A very unusual case of cerebral hypoxia”

I was wrapped in a nightmare. This can’t be happening, my vibrant, beautiful sweet Veronica replaced by a lifeless corpse. I was sure that any moment now she would rise from the bed with bubbling laughter and say “fooled ya”. Staring at her lifeless form I realized I couldn’t let go. I needed her too much. I queried the doctor.

” Do you know of any cryogenics institutions that can advise me on the best method of preserving my wife’s body.”

The doctor answered ” Most of them have gone bankrupt, but there are still a few around. As a matter of fact I have just received some literature from a startup lab that professes to not only help with cryopreservation but to revive the loved one when a cure is found. I believe they are dabbling in electromagnetic shocks to the brain.”

I was intrigued. I asked the doctor if my wife could stay at the hospital till I had visited the cryopreservation lab and discussed next steps with them. He agreed.

The lab was very welcoming and empathetic to my plight. They suggested that I have Veronica moved immediately and they would offer a diagnosis and a cost estimate. I agreed.

Veronica was subjected to a number of tests which concluded that her body was in perfect condition. If I signed the waiver form they could start the process of trying to revive her immediately. It was emphasized that the technology was experimental and she would be the first human subject to the electromagnetic shocks at this particular frequency. Their scientists had experimented successfully on mice but at different brain frequencies.

Eight hours later a beaming Doctor Lazarus escorted Veronica to the waiting room where she rushed into my arms, we clung to each other as if life itself depended upon it. While settling the bill the doctor gave me his personal cell number in the event of any unforeseen relapses by Veronica. So home we went.

That night as Veronica and I were enjoying a cup of hot cocoa she suddenly collapsed. I rushed to her side searching in vain for a pulse. I pushed the cell no. for Dr. Lazarus and he answered immediately. He suggested I drive her to the lab where he would meet me and give a diagnosis. After three hours at the lab I was informed that the electromagnetic shocks activated the brain waves for only 16 hours a day and then the brain shut off unless reactivated. The good news however is that they had a portable version of the electromagnetic machine which I could rent by the month.

“It will be just like having a good nights sleep” explained Dr. Lazarus ” We also sell cryopreservation chambers that will preserve Veronica’s body from deterioration while her brain is inactive. Just add some propylene glycol to her food to prevent ice formation on her body. I would suggest a routine of arising at 7:00 a.m. and cryogenic chamber at 11:00 p.m. “

The cryogenic chamber accompanied us in a delivery van as we drove home and was set up in a corner of the bedroom. I placed Veronica lovingly in the chamber and collapsed on to the bed. I awoke at 6:00 a.m. the next morning and transferred Veronica from the cryo chamber to the bed. I inserted the electrodes and sent the electromagnetic current to stimulate her brain wave to the required frequency. She woke with a yawn and said “hello darling you’re up early.”

So this was now our life. I was amazed at how readily Veronica adapted to this experience. For me it was the perfect scenario. Anytime Veronica was mad at me I just let her cool off in the cryo chamber for a couple of days.