A Contemplative Crossing

Volume 5, Issue 34 Current Classic Bill post

Part 56 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

We have been following the experiences of two Agents of Cosmic Intelligence, Melchizedek and Layla, here on a mission that started in 200,000 BC. To infiltrate the Rebel forces on the planet, they walked into the near-dead bodies of Blu and Ska around 40,000 BC on the coast of northwestern Spain. Taken into the Rebel Stari-ki’s army, they have trekked southward to where they now face the Great Water at Gibraltar. Previous episodes.

Enemy forces were closing in on the beach as Blu and Ska fought to keep the enemy off the land bridge. The battle was more intense than the rock bridge battle where Blu and Ska first experienced the horror of becoming killing machines — the trauma that had repressed their true Agent identities. This time, they sensed a connection with their true selves. Meantime, Stari-ki was preparing to do his mindblast, which had the same effect as when he’d used it on Aldus: the enemy’s front ranks were decimated. But the strain of the mindblast had a different effect on Stari-ki this time: he’d reached so deep inside that he touched a part of himself heretofore unknown, a part that didn’t want to hurt anyone. What was going on?

Dark Storm Clouds to the north

It was a fine sunny day, although as they looked back North they could see a wall of black clouds and the fine vertical lines indicating that the heavy rains had not yet tailed off over the continent they had just left. The bridge was wider here in the middle and higher, above the level of the thrashing sea. Although Blu and Ska kept swiveling to watch for the enemy, at this point they could see no threat from behind. Stari-ki had gone forward to join the assault troops at the head of the column, leaving the two of them to guard the rear. Messages could be passed quickly up and down the line like a bucket brigade, something Stari-ki had trained before they broke camp, so wherever the next threat arose, reserves could be brought to bear on it fairly quickly.

In the relative calm of the nine-mile trek, in the beautiful weather and the respite from constant danger, the army was alone with each person’s private thoughts. Stari-ki, now jogging past the army toward the head of the contingent approaching the new continent, was adjusting to the new situation in his mind and spirit. He no longer exulted in hurting and killing, yet it was his duty, so he would override this weakness he had uncovered in himself when dealing his deadly mindblast. Whether the weakness was an enemy implant or truly a part of him made no difference. His steely self-discipline was more than adequate to the task. But his mind insisted on knowing what this frailty was, and where it so unexpectedly came from. He chewed at it without making much immediate progress.

Blu and Ska, concerned about Stari-ki’s apparent ability to read their minds perfectly at any distance, were not eager to share their common experience of also having touched a deep part of themselves during the battle. This was apparently a result of the similarity between today’s land-bridge defending experience and back on the rock bridge that day when something they now knew had happened to them — something to do with their inability to remember who they really were. Today they had both touched their true selves and came away with a funny feeling, something they were not expecting, that was hard to put into words — especially when putting it into words even just in their heads could make it easier for Stari-ki to read their minds. Somehow just trading glances as they walked, they seemed to know that they had both had a similar experience, touching their true selves.

Up ahead there was a commotion and a message rippled back by the bucket brigade method indicating not to attack. At the same time the column was shifting left as if to leave room at the right. Blu and Ska had no idea who was coming back across the bridge toward them but figured it must be someone they would not recognize or there would be no need to pass the word not to attack.

“Perhaps we were met by friendly forces at the other side?” Ska commented.

Blu nodded and responded, “Why would they be traveling out on this sinking bridge though? They could just wait for us to all cross and then hopefully feed us a feast.” Both men laughed.

The bridge as planned was slowly sinking and probably the last half mile of it to the North was underwater by now. By design that part had been left narrow and low so it would sink first.

Suddenly a weird sight confronted them. What was coming across the land bridge from the South was not human.

TO BE CONTINUED

My best to all,

Bill

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