How can one slight you if that one cannot even know you? Who is slighted? How can one know you when you do not even know yourself? For, who is slighted when you realize you cannot be slighted?
Tales of the Crossroads: Introducing the Band
Her Majesty the Cosmosship (HMC) Shannon sped through interstellar space utilizing her favorite mode of space travel, surfing gravitational waves. Her favorite waves to surf in the cosmic ocean were those from the echos of the last “big bang.” Riding the crests and troughs of those waves gave her a sense of connection to all beginnings and ends.
Her destination was a G-type main-sequence star, a yellow dwarf, in the Zeta 20 sector of the Pinwheel Galaxy. Weak radio waves from that system began arriving in Gamma sector, where Shannon was surfing nova waves for fun, about 0.00000031 zep cycles ago.
Of the many images received from those signals she was fascinated by ocean-going schooners. And so, because she could, she took the form of a schooner as she sped through space at the speed of light.
On board were Captain Mor Ty, Science Officer K, Communications Officer E.N.T., and Ambassador Cosmic C (though technically C was not onboard at the moment) . You would probably know them better as God’s V, the band behind 4 of the last 5 top hits on the Galactic Billboard.
Aside from being a sentient, shape shifting, multi-dimensional ship, Shannon also happened to be the universes’ most advanced quantum computer. In actuality she was neither a cosmic ship or super-quantum computer. Being self realized, those were the most approximate abstractions of true conceptual self and so for the benefit of other beings, she went with it. In fact, she didn’t even need a crew but she liked having one onboard as she loved seeing sentient beings explore and learn.
And as they really didn’t have duties, the crew/band spent most of their time in pursuit of knowledge or recreation (often those being one and the same).
At this particular moment Cosmic C was fishing for starfish from a kayak tethered to the stern and enveloped in Shannon’s Quanta Field. This field essentially isolated all enveloped from any QED interactions of the external universe.
The fishing line passed through a Plank Hole (actually countless P Holes but as we don’t have time to explain all the details of the science, we can move on). K was in the Observation Deck, deeply engaged in research of the dominant species of the system’s third planet. The closer they got the more current the data at her disposal. Sleeping near her feet, as usual, was Tomatillo.
E.N.T. was on the Rec Deck playing congas, a keyboard and a guitar all at the same time. He was eager to use indigenous instruments from the planet for their next song. Mor Ty was on the “Bridge” which was the name he gave to his own private quarters. Of late, he spent a lot of time there, ever since he had asked Shannon to build him a machine he code named the “Hand Job”. He got the idea for the machine watching a transmission from Earth a few light weeks away from their destination.
“Cosmic C.”
“Yes, Shannon.”
“We are approaching solar winds and we will be switching to propulsion soon.”
“Ok. Reel me in.”
Onboard, C headed to the O Deck. Walking past the “Bridge” he could hear Mor Ty’s muffled voice “.. to quit my post only when properly relieved…” This was a clear indication that Mor Ty was not only on the “Hand Job” but that he would also be done soon.
C wasn’t long on the O Deck, where he greeted K, when he was joined by E.N.T. and shortly thereafter Mor Ty.
In orbit around Earth, Shannon took her more familiar form, a perfect sphere. She was spinning at nearly the speed of light which generated a gravity field onboard. This spin also had the effect of giving Shannon the appearance of a flying saucer to any outside observer (as long as her Quanta Field was off, which at this time it was not.)
The O Deck ran center line of the sphere and provided a 360-degree projection of space.
“I have placed us in orbit and currently have access to all digital data and transmissions of the planet at your disposal.”
“It is so much prettier in person.” K said. All nodded in agreement.
“What can you tell us, Shannon?” asked C.
“As you know, the dominant species is bipedal, mostly. They like to sit a lot. Ironically, they consider themselves to be post-industrial even though industry is one of their primary existential threats as a species. The vast majority barely understand basic chemistry and are ignorantly naive in understanding the role of carbon in their own biosphere.”
“Hmmmm…”
“What is it, C?” asked E.N.T.
“I am in telepathic communication with Gaia. She likes to go by Gaia. Seems she is doing her best to preserve the species but she is in great pain and mourns for the other species. She is not sure how much longer she can hold back the carbon pendulum.”
“I’ve been studying them for awhile now. They have such potential, but for every step forward they take two back.” said K.
“Only a small percentage of the population engages in intellectual pursuit and even then some can only do so part-time. The vast majority still engage in material pursuits either out of necessity, given the societal emphasis on currency, or greed and a delusional view of self worth. The later view seems to account for 99.999% of the world’s politicians, dropping to 99.99% when considering the quote unquote “upper class. And before you ask, K, please remember the ramifications and responsibility of intervening.”
“Hmph”
“Current, technology is silicon based. There is some interesting theoretical math going on but they still have two math models of the universe and can’t seem to unify them. I have found their problem. Look here.”
“That’s funny” said E.N.T.
“How come they are still stuck on that?” asked K. “Are they not curious? Is anyone working on this?”
“A small percentage. Looking over the planets digital data vast amounts of it are compromised of two global fixations, both take blob-data form. You are looking at one now.”
“Hey, that looks like Tomatillo!” Said Mor Ty.
“They are called cats and I can understand this fixation.” replied K.
“The other blob-data, currently being projected is called…”
“Porn!” yelled Mor Ty.
“Yes, porn.”
“I can understand this fixation. Are you recording this?”
“You know I archive all incoming data, Mor Ty.”
“Just checking. Can you time stamp screen 323 for sure also 419, 420, 421, 425, 536…”
Ten minutes into his listing “… and 974.”
“Is that all, Mor Ty?”
“We are going down, right?”
“We are.” replied C.
“Ok. That should do for now.”
To be continued.
”twilight” of dusk to that of dawn
“But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day that thou eatest therof thou shalt surely die” - Genesis 2:17 (as quoted in “twilight”)
“When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.” From preface to “twilight”
On the preface of twilight Under the Mahabodi Tree, beyond good and evil and all other dualities, In life and death, from which expectations arise sits with closed eyes, the one who realized.
Praxis Thinking announces its World News service
Praxis Thinking today announced the launch of its new Global News service. A spokesperson for Praxis reported “ Praxis Thinking’s World News (PTWN) service provides an unmoderated feed of news from sources that span the globe.”
According to Praxis Thinking, the news feed is an unmoderated aggregate of headlines from global sources. Praxis also states that the service updates stories every hour and that they run headlines for twenty-four hours.
All news service providers featured are reviewed by an editorial board which reviews services regularly to ensure their continued unbiased journalistic integrity, according to Praxis. Current service providers include: The BBC; NPR; Reuters; and several others.
Old Guy, a fan of the new service, when asked why he liked PTWN, “I don’t want some stupid-@$$ algorithm feeding me news. Don’t you see, man, that’s all part of the plan to control the masses, man.’
The new service can be found at Praxis Thinking World News
Multicast: Voices from the Crossroads. Episode 1: Eli
Introduction to the show: As our intent is to broadcast out simultaneously to all realities the many before, the many after, and the many that both exist and do not exist and finding the word “podcast” to be an infinitely narrow conceptualization we prefer to use Multiverscast or just Multicast.
The intent behind the name and reason for “Voices from the Crossroads“ is to emphasize a belief we have that it takes very little time and effort to truly get to know someone and in that time we hope to have made a friend in a fellow sentient being.
All conceptual sentient beings are always at a crossing, what changes is their awareness of conditioning. Any given encounter occurs at the crossing of past, present and future. We look forward to meeting you there. Until then, may all beings find shelter and the path to happiness. May you be happy. Namo.
Episode 1: Eli
The present author (also the voice of the interviewer in the audio) is identified by most as Gibran a.k.a Old Guy,. The subject is his son Elishah. The pretext of the interview was to help Gibran test and refine a set of core questions for the show.
Gibran was delighted to learn a few things about Eli. He was just as surprised to hear Eli’s assessment into his likelihood of assassination. Realizing that one of El’s personas is currently in a witness protection program, the last minute of the show has been edited out.
As all perceived things also exist in transcendence, you can learn more of the transcendental versions of our conversation by reading Tales of the Crossroads: Joyful Buddy Buddha
To Sleep in a Sea of Stars
Paolini
Subconscient
WOA: H.H. Dysseaus at Cessation of Hostilities, his de facto coronation, revelation of the Babado and Phateon Constitutional Law
Transcripts of archival audio
“In readdress to your charges, I direct these words not just to you, or even all of you gathered here today but to all citizens of the Phateon System.
None here can cite a campaign directed by me in which I and I did not fight. My “peers” being none aware of the true dangers undertook and the true cost paid. Success of my private exploits meant the realization of all we set out to do.
Cowardice, heresy, sedition, inciter of rebellion you charge? You would conquer and rule Phateos Proper and any and all means to that end you would justify. Where you failed we succeeded.
We unify all under Phateos in name and spirit not for my home world of Ced’-a-meon nor for E’ricle or any one of the inhabited worlds but for all. While everyone else repays us with thanks and praise you would revert to subterfuge hidden behind empty speeches.
It is not your stupidity we find fault with but your blindness. You fail to see that even you are saved by my “crimes.” You would destroy worlds for cause. You value self over the many. Your insolence is now and hence force your own problem alone. You would lecture on honor and hurl baseless charges as if they were stone.
Hear now the words of Dysseus, Shatriya of the Nobel race Ced’-a-meon, born of ice, fire, iron and storm son of Agrius from the house of Andavas and hence with genealogy of the Edtas.
Whatever form of combat my enemy chooses I am always ready to meet, whether against one or many as today. You here suffer from ambition and ignorance, two ills that work at cross purposes.
Ambition makes you eager for honors but ignorance turns you against them. When strong with power you felt “brave” now weak you find that you are neither brave nor wise. There is nothing worse than suffering in a state of ignorance.
If ever there arises a poet who really understands what counts for excellence in a noble he will take note of my compassion, composure and resourcefulness.
Ignorance and ambition birth arrogance and as you are possessed by all three demons I shall reveal now your complete and utter defeat for even now you will not let go.
I know every detail of your plans to assassinate me with cessation of hostilities [murmur of crowd]. I know that you, Strategeos Prime, Admiral Atherean and your fellow conspirators, plan to carve the planets into a hegemonic duality.
You would seek only to buy a little time and when able you would strike down the other for total hegemony.
Atherean, you are a good strategist. You realize your time to strike is now and so you bribed Secundus to assassinate Prime in exchange for riches and power [murmur of crowd].
What you do not know is that Secundus has ever been my most loyal friend and my most brilliant general. Your own blood money is the same we used to arm many of those whom now occupy Thenea as well as those who listen to these words from atop the ruins that were once your seaside palace.
We are legion. You would give us death we would meet you in death and there work to ease your fears of the final crossing. We are your sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, friends, brothers and sisters.
We are the Babado., followers of that Great Book. Wise ones, make yourselves known [murmur of crowd]. Even now you question how you lost so much.
Hear now my first judgment as Guardian of All under Phateos. You still mistake intelligence for wisdom.
Secundus shall now proclaim before all Phateon Law, The Proclamation of Equivalent Exchange.”
“choose the day and choose the sign of your day the day’s divinity”