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Magic Show

View the current THE CHIEF episode Current Classic Bill postThe Great Being, Part 34
Volume 5, Issue 10

You’ll recall we are telling the story of The Great Being, the Singular Self that is living through each of us avatars. We are watching how the story unfolds on the planet Earth through the experiences of two Agents of Cosmic Intelligence, Melchizedek and Layla, here on a mission that started in 200,000 BC. They are now in a new life around 40,000 BC. In the previous episode, the tribe had eluded “the enemy” and established camp high up the great mountain. Layla and Melchizedek, as Ska and Blu, had been up to something but what? Previous Installments.

The King bridled at the idea of having to go somewhere to see something. Layla as Ska persuaded him by saying, “Oh Great King, all future men will remember you for the great creation we will show you.”

The King insisted on his full guard, eight protectors heavily armed with pikes and throwing stones plus personal weapons, while Melchizedek as Blu and Layla as Ska had but their stone axes and stone blades, only good for very close range. But this was the way the King wanted to stack it, just in case he was facing an assassination exercise.

They had to do a bit of climbing to get to the cave. Previous experience had taught all these men to know there was nothing that could possibly surprise or impress them in that cave. It was just not possible.

Cueva de El Mirón Photo by Antuan AyllónThey reached the opening and Melchizedek as Blu stopped to light his fire. This took several minutes, during which the King got steadily angrier.

This is going to be one tough audience, Layla pathed. The two had laughed earlier about Here we go again, inventing show biz on this planet.

Finally the torch was lit and sputtering uncertainly. Melchizedek requested cosmic fire support and led the way into the cave.

It was instantly colder, damp, and had a funny smell that none of them could remember ever having smelled before, which set their senses on alert. The King began to fuzzily detect his own true identity for a moment, and Melchizedek caught it, and distracted him. “Great King, there were bears in this cave that I needed to persuade to depart, that is what you smell.” The King looked at him disbelievingly, pigeonholing the comment as a common boast, without truth. But it made him forget momentarily and not wake up to his true identity as a visitor like Melchizedek and Layla, though of a different political and philosophical persuasion.

They got deeper into the cave and it got darker, but it also enlarged a bit so they could walk fully upright. Here Melchizedek as Blu raised a hand to stop them and paused dramatically. He held the fire just a certain way so that he could light up just a part of the present “room” that he wanted to illuminate. He was using himself as a shade to block something else that he would disclose at just the right time.

Layla as Ska began to hum a little song, a melody, something that no one on Earth had ever heard before, that followed the universal cycle of fourths to resolve into a heroic tonic chord that made all beings feel secure. She had been trained to do this as an Agent.

“Oh Great King, the King’s Men, Ska, hear me now as I say the truth to you. This is what the King has invented to teach men the ways to their betterment — an unlimited path to a future whose greatness we cannot begin to imagine.” The soldiers wondered if in fact the King had done what they were about to see.

detail of prehistoric painting in Altamira cave, Spain - photo:MCIA P. Saura

Blu slowly turned and the torch revealed something on the wall that caused them all to jump back in fright, except of course Blu and Ska. It was a charging wild boar. A moment later they all realized that it was just colors smudged on the cave wall, which happened to look like a charging wild boar but was not really what it appeared to be. Involuntary murmurs of great respect spontaneously emanated from the soldiers, initially irritating the King but then he thought it over. He said, “My Greatest Warriors, I honor you by sharing this treasure with you. Blu and Ska will now tell you how it will be used for our betterment.” He looked momentarily smug as if expecting Blu and Ska to completely muff the next part. He could not see how this parlor trick would be any sort of game-changer he would want to lay claim to.

“Look here,” Blu said, moving the torch so they could see that there was something else above — it looked like it was behind but it was actually above the boar. “These lines” — he pointed to and touched the vertical lines grooved carefully into the rock — “represent the warriors with pikes who surround the boar on every side. In this cave we will rehearse as these men — the one who will approach from the rear, from each side, and from the front — and we will train all of them to work with each other as a team. We will rehearse the commands and what they mean, so there will be no hesitation no matter what happens in battle.”

“And then what?” the King demanded, wanting to know the entirety of the plan, not trusting anyone, least of all these two.

“Then we will go after even larger prey — including people,” Ska said convincingly.

TO BE CONTINUED NEXT THURSDAY

My best to all,

Bill

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Image credits: 1. El Mirón Cave in Cantabria, Spain. Photo: Antuan Ayllón. 2. The Great roof of Altamira cave in Spain. Photo: MNCIA – P. Saura

The Ville on the Hill

View the current THE CHIEF episode Current Classic Bill postThe Great Being, Part 33
Volume 5, Issue 9

You’ll recall we are telling the story of The Great Being, the Singular Self that is living through each of us avatars. We are watching how the story unfolds on the planet Earth through the experiences of two Agents of Cosmic Intelligence, Melchizedek and Layla, here on a mission that started in 200,000 BC. They are now in a new life around 40,000 BC. In the previous episode, they had started their trek to escape “the enemy” by climbing the great mountain to attain the higher ground. Previous Installments.

the view after the climb

Only a few tribe members had been lost on the difficult climb, these being among the weakest and least healthy of the slaves, except for one warrior who fell to his death while showing off. Fortunately they were not pursued by the enemy tribe, whose fire smoke could now be seen from their vantage point, thus allowing some understanding of their movements and possible intent. It looked to Melchizedek as if the enemy army was focused on taking and holding the valleys, perhaps leaving the mountains for a time when reinforcements might arrive. His idea to escape into the hills was therefore a lucky guess or more likely an inspiration, a form of cosmic fire support he knew he had received many times in the past.

The bison - beautiful creatures“Aren’t they beautiful?” Layla (in Ska’s body) asked, lying beside him in the tall grass looking down at the vast panorama. Melchizedek (in Blu’s body) saw what she was looking at, what appeared to be a herd of about a dozen bison in a meadow a thousand feet below. He had been more concerned with following enemy movements and had not noticed the animals.

“Glorious animals,” he readily agreed, and stood in a crouch to minimize the chances of being seen, although the enemy was unlikely to see anything at this distance. The other tribe, he corrected himself. He knew that once he started to adopt the habit of thinking of them as the enemy, he would be playing into the hands of the powerful overly-helpful brain in these Cro-Magnon bodies, and his awareness of his true Melchizedek self would begin to recede. To an Agent, even rebels were not the enemy, just very Lost Lambs that needed to be brought back into the fold.

the tribe's new campThey had established camp on a forested plateau a little over a mile above sea level, next to a lake that reflected the greenery. It appeared green but was apparently fed by underground springs and so was not stagnant. It did not take long to set up new tent-burrows using fallen branches and other objets trouvés. Small game was abundant and easy to catch, and Ska had courted the King’s displeasure by sharing some meat with the slaves. However, he agreed that once it became too gamey for the warriors to want it, there was no harm in giving it to the slaves, as leaving it to moulder would be offensive and possibly draw the horrific predators that legends said lived on the great mountain. So far the most dangerous animals they had encountered were aggressive wild boar, which were kept away by the fires. Unfortunately, the table scraps of rabbit and squirrel were still not enough protein to bring the slaves up to a level of health and combat-readiness conducive to their becoming assimilated equal subjects of the King.

One of the first things the King did was to look for and find various kinds of mushrooms, bark, and roots, hoping that there would be psychedelics up at this altitude as there were in their old home. After getting sick from one of these, he began using slaves as tasters. One such slave was terrified of the King and of the painful death he had seen another taster undergo, but he had a laughing fit after eating a bit of one particular mushroom, so the King snatched the remainder away from him and studied it carefully so as to be able to distinguish it from other mushrooms.

Blu and Ska had done their own searching and found the soft-colored stones they had been seeking as part of their secret plan, the part they had not shared with the King. In the busy confusion of setting up their new home, the King had not appeared to notice them missing from time to time. Now their preparations were almost complete and the showdown would be coming soon, one way or the other.

TO BE CONTINUED NEXT THURSDAY

My best to all,

Bill

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Escape

View the current THE CHIEF episode Go the the current Great Being postThe Great Being, Part 32
Volume 5, Issue 8

You’ll recall we are telling the story of The Great Being, the Singular Self that is living through each of us avatars. We are watching how the story unfolds on the planet Earth through the experiences of two Agents of Cosmic Intelligence, Melchizedek and Layla, here on a mission that started in 200,000 BC. They are now in a new life around 40,000 BC.

The King looked at them as if to say, “What, back so soon?” Then his face turned more suspicious by the moment. Melchizedek and Layla, wearing Blu’s and Ska’s bodies respectively, held back from sharing telepathically with each other in the King’s presence, concerned that he could spot this automatically and this would wake him up to his true identity.

the great mountain
We can escape by climbing the great mountain. We will have the advantage of fighting downhill.

“Great King, we have a plan, and with the enemy so close, we wanted to tell it to you immediately,” Blu said. He bade them to enter his tent and sit, then disappeared outside for a moment. Blu and Ska then sensed the King’s guard drawing closer around the tent as the King stepped back inside. He sat, and went straight for the psychedelic root and chewed on it while he waved his hand as if to say, “Let’s hear it.”

Melchizedek had a flash that the King was perhaps subconsciously using the root to try to damp down his brain so as to reclaim his real identity. He did not stop to ponder this further as he needed to put across the plan.

“To stay here is certain death. We can escape by climbing the great mountain. From there we can watch their movements by the smoke of their fires. We can raid a small encampment and learn from the captives how they are trained to fight and make their weapons. We can study and duplicate their weapons ourselves. We will have the advantage of fighting downhill, which uses less effort than attacking uphill. When we choose to attack we can do it with the sun behind us to blind them.”

The King considered this. “Legends speak of horrible animals on the great mountain.”

“Something to eat, then,” Blu shot back, and the King and Ska laughed.

Within minutes the entire tribe was swarming toward the great mountain to the Southeast, bringing their weapons, food and children. The King led them. Blu and Ska were in his party along with his well-armed guards. Their recent boss and squad leader trailed somewhere behind in the multitudes. The ground at this point was steadily but gently climbing. As Melchizedek looked back he saw a huge cloud of dust trailing their small army. He knew that cloud could easily be seen by the enemy, wherever their main force was. They would not be able to rest if they were to make their escape. It was going to be a long hard climb, getting gradually closer to vertical.

Although they had not the time to prepare for the pitch to the King it had somehow come off perfectly, Melchizedek realized. Reading his mind, Ska pathed I’m so glad we didn’t have to give him the rest of the plan. Melchizedek agreed. They had already heard the King say things that made it certain he wasn’t going to react well to the rest of their plan.

TO BE CONTINUED 

All my best,

Bill

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Love, Strange Yet Sacred

View the current THE CHIEF episode Go the the current Great Being postThe Great Being, Part 31
Volume 5, Issue 7

You’ll recall we are telling the story of The Great Being, the Singular Self that is living through each of us avatars. We are watching how the story unfolds on the planet Earth through the experiences of two Agents of Cosmic Intelligence, Melchizedek and Layla, here on a Mission that started in 200,000 BC. They are now in a new life around 40,000 BC.

Mel and Layla's telepathic connection

Blu’s wife was pale and petite with reddish blond hair worn long all over her body. Reading her mind, Melchizedek, in the recovered body of Blu, saw that he called her Izbel. Once alone in their tent, Izbel ardently pulled him down and began welcoming him home and nursing him back to health.

Are you two doing what we’re doing? Layla pathed from next door where, as Ska, his wife Asa was licking his wounds clean. Asa was dark of skin and hair although not as dark as Blu.

We’re a bit further along, Melchizedek replied. Careful not to lose yourself in the body’s identity, he cautioned. They knew from the prior incarnation that the new brains could become dominant, causing them to forget who they really were and why they were here, and that this was more likely to happen under certain conditions such as sleep, sex, exhaustion, or distraction. Melchizedek suspected that this had happened to their new tribe’s King, who was like themselves a higher consciousness from off-planet but apparently didn’t remember that self anymore… At least not at the moment.

They continued their telepathic conversation in order to retain their knowledge of their true identities during the ensuing lovemaking. They also needed to form a plan. At any time the King could wake up to his real identity and quite likely penetrate to knowing theirs, which would mean death and thus be obstructive to the Mission.

Being kind and loving beings, Melchizedek as Blu and Layla as Ska were sincerely tender and attentive to their wives, even though Layla preferred males, which was inconvenient since this time she was one.

I wonder how many rebels are awake to their true identities here on Earth, she mused. Worst case scenario, the tribe that’s attacking us could also be led by a rebel, one that might remember who he is, and we could get busted by him if our own King stays asleep.

Melchizedek merely mentally grunted assent, which led her to believe that he was enjoying himself. The momentary twinge of jealousy she sensed in herself alerted her to Ska’s brain trying to take her over, since jealousy was not something she ever felt on her own, and so she focused on detaching her sense of self from the animal-level impulse. Meanwhile Asa had cleansed the latest wounds and was exploring unharmed territory, adding to the challenge of Layla maintaining self-identity. Moments later another distraction piled on as Melchizedek reached out mentally to begin making love to her while physically making love to Izbel.

To the Agents there was nothing troubling about this situation of multiple love affairs at the same time. They knew that in reality all personalities are really masks of the same single Self anyway. Each of them did get lost in their current brains but snapped back several times that day, maintaining a tenuous hold on who they really were.

In the warm afterglow Melchizedek announced, I have a plan. Then he added, Actually you gave me the idea.

TO BE CONTINUED

Best to all,

Bill

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Face to Face with the Enemy

View the current THE CHIEF episode Go the the current Great Being postThe Great Being, Part 30
Volume 5, Issue 6

 

You’ll recall we are telling the story of The Great Being, the Singular Self that is living through each of us avatars. We are watching how the story unfolds on the planet Earth through the experiences of two Agents of Cosmic Intelligence, Melchizedek and Layla, here on a Mission that started in 200,000 BC. They are now in a new life around 40,000 BC.

The King looked them over closely. Melchizedek had never been this close to a member of the Rebellion — a creature from almost his own level of evolution who had chosen to never return to the One Identity — a phenomenon he had known about forever and still could not fully comprehend. In self-imposed telepathic radio silence with Layla, he could only use his own body language to keep the younger agent from freaking out, and so he made his movements strong and self-assured without giving offense to the King or to their squad leader boss. They waited in silence to be interrogated. Around them the tribe busied itself with its affairs, creating a bubble of the four of them in the spotlight of the blazing sun. Layla irrelevantly noticed a leaf sawing back and forth on its lazy trip to the ground.

The King grunted and half smiled, showing wolfish teeth alarmingly. Both agents felt that they must have been discovered already but did nothing to dodge the bullet. Melchizedek held back his impulse to take a surreptitious peek into the King’s mind. The King abruptly turned his back on them and went back into his tent with a hand gesture for them to follow. The squad leader went in first, then Melchizedek — known to the natives and alien King as Blu — and then Layla aka Ska.

The tent was dark until their eyes adjusted. The King sat and motioned for them to do the same. When they were in a small circle on the ground, he bit a small chunk off a psychedelic root and put it back on the rock, chewed thoughtfully for a moment, and then began the questioning.

“What happened?” he demanded of Blu in the local language. Fortunately the agents had learned most of the tiny existing vocabulary by reading the squad’s minds on the way back to camp.

“We were outnumbered as usual,” Melchizedek began, noting the instant flare-up of anger on the faces of the King and squad leader, who somehow took that to be accusatory. “And everyone fought bravely,” he went on, indicating with his head that the accolade included the squad leader and Ska (Layla), “but we had the great water at our backs and so there was no way to maneuver. We are the only survivors. That was only a reconnaissance in force. They will be back in greater numbers now that they know where we are.”

“How did they fight? As we do?” the King snarled.

“They protect each other better. They must train differently. We fight singly and they fight together against us. Also their weapons somehow hold together better than ours do. We must capture some of their weapons and study them,” Melchizedek recommended.

“How are we going to do that?” the King exploded. “You just said that they outfight us, outnumber us, and have better weapons!”

“For a short while we know the terrain better, until they learn it. We should be able to ambush a small patrol where we outnumber them and come down from higher ground on all sides, perhaps with the sun in their eyes,” Melchizedek answered evenly, keeping his voice as subservient as possible, although it still sounded too bold to his own ears.

The King grunted as if agreeing to this plan. He looked at the squad leader who nodded uncertainly, telegraphing his fear that Blu was starting to impress the King and might soon be his boss. Layla and Melchizedek both picked up a flash through the squad leader’s mind to kill Blu in his sleep, then clamped down on their minds reflexively, hoping the King did not notice their ability.

“Sir,” Layla in her male body, Ska, said respectfully with head bowed, and the King asked “What?”

“Great King, if we could train the slaves to fight, we would not be outnumbered,” Ska said, bringing instant snorts of derision from the King and squad leader.

“They are puny and weak,” the King said. “If we take meat from the mouths of the fighting men to feed the slaves, it would weaken not strengthen us!”

Ska bowed his head meekly and feigned agreement.

“Leave me now,” the King ordered, and the three of them left the tent. Outside two women were waiting and attached themselves to Blu and Ska immediately — obviously their wives, happy to see them alive. Blu and Ska enthusiastically kissed them and hugged them and allowed themselves to be led back to their own tents, which were next to each other. The squad leader walked off without further ado.

I don’t get it, Layla pathed. Is he pretending to not know what we are — just to torture us further?

Can’t know for sure, Melchizedek sent back, but I feel that his brain has taken him over and he does not remember that he himself is a disembodied consciousness not native to this world. The same as happened to us a lot last time.

We came awake and then we went back into that fugue, Layla pathed, which means he could be under its spell right now but next time he comes out of it, our gooses are cooked.

TO BE CONTINUED 

Best to all,

Bill

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In the Belly of the Beast

Go to Classic Bill PostThe Great Being, Part 29
Volume 5, Issue 5

You’ll recall we are telling the story of The Great Being, the Singular Self that is living through each of us avatars. We are watching how the story unfolds on the planet Earth through the experiences of two Agents of Cosmic Intelligence, Melchizedek and Layla, here on a Mission that started in 200,000 BC. They are now in a new life around 40,000 BC, acting suspiciously — no memories, and they forgot how to speak the local language — and are therefore captured by their fellow tribesmen and being brought back to camp. Previous installments.

cathedral in the woods

Your name Blu is because of your dark skin, Layla pathed. They were hurriedly reading the minds of the men around them in order to bone up on the local language and their history with the tribe. My name, Ska — not getting any reading —

We work for this guy, Melchizedek pathed, meaning the leader of the squad escorting them. I’m his top sergeant and you’re his top corporal, the rest of these guys are privates.

How come he didn’t get driven into the sea and drown with the rest of us? Layla asked.

I think he may have deserted and thinks we may know that.

Why hasn’t he had us killed then?

I think he needs us.

As if the squad leader had been reading their minds, he abruptly called a rest stop. It was a pleasant place to take five. The sunlight filtered down cathedral fashion through the tall trees. The leader had his men move off some yards to form a perimeter and kept Melchizedek and Layla, now Blu and Ska, with him in the spotlight of the sun. He motioned them to sit and stood over them. They sat, respectfully looking at him for his orders. Alerted by his sudden stop they held off telepathic activities.

He briefly interrogated them in whispers that the rest of the squad could not hear and they responded the same way.

“Taking you to king,” he said. “What you tell king?”

“All fought bravely — outnumbered — rather than surrender died to almost last man — a few of us then swam to escape and all drowned but us. Lost memories, coming back now,” Melchizedek/Blu reported, and Layla/Ska nodded.

“Yes,” the squad leader agreed. “I swam too, came up over there —“ he pointed South where the currents would have taken him were this story true, which they sensed it was not, “—picked up these men at camp and came to look for survivors.” They nodded in support of his cover story. They would stick to that party line with the king. Satisfied, the leader called his men back and they resumed march.

Coming into the camp, the first thing that struck them was the widespread evidence of malnutrition. Unlike the soldiers guarding them — which had turned into a more amiable situation after the little talk in the clearing — the first men they saw in camp were undersized, scrawny with ribs sticking out, and unhealthy-looking — and so were their mates and children. But as they moved into the center of the encampment they realized that the men in charge were the larger healthier ones, and they lived in the protected center of the temporary base. The Alphas. The rest were consigned to the periphery where animal — or more dangerously, human — attacks would get them first and give the people in the center more time to react.

Uh-oh, Layla pathed, and Melchizedek saw what she was reacting to — a group of the weaker men were being bullied into building a dwelling in the center of camp.

Yes, slaves, Melchizedek pathed back. These people had already invented slavery. But we have a worse problem, he stated. They were coming to a stop as they approached the dwelling of the king, and the king was stepping forth into the sunlight, with a look of keen interest in their direction. Layla wondered why Melchi wasn’t further explaining what he meant by worse trouble, when she got it too: the king was a walk-in like themselves — and Melchizedek had clamped down on using telepathy.

TO BE CONTINUED

My Best to all,

Bill

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