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Face to Face with the Enemy

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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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Are you getting enough pleasure out of your life?

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If you’re not, you’ve got to fix that. No one else is going to do it for you.

ability to re-create ourselves

All that exists is now, this moment, so you can’t be putting off fun to some hoped-for future. If you’re not getting it right now, this very day, you’re not playing to win at the game of life; you’re trapping yourself in illusion and accepting second best.

What’s stopping you from seizing the day and living your dreams, right this very moment? Very likely it’s the deep dark repressed (or expressed) belief that you don’t have the power to change your life into the ideal vision you had for it. Especially now, when so much time has passed, and you’ve got negative momentum leading away from the goal.

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Behind Enemy Lines

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Volume 5, Issue 4

This continues the story of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us. We are following TGB’s roles as the Team of Melchizedek and Layla, two Agents of Cosmic Intelligence, as they continue their assignment to begin the current human race on Earth circa 200,000 BC. Previous installments.

A beach on the coast of Spain

As you’ll recall, Layla and Melchizedek have “landed” on a beach on the Atlantic coast of what we now know as Spain.

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Walk-Ins

Go to Classic Bill PostThe Great Being, Part 27
Volume 5, Issue 3

This continues the story of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us. We are following TGB’s roles as the Team of Melchizedek and Layla, two Agents of Cosmic Intelligence, as they continue their assignment to begin the current human race on Earth circa 200,000 BC. Previous installments.

Layla was impressed that Melchizedek appeared able to get more information than she had been able to cadge from their Original Self, who was playing this feel-o-vision videogame through them. Their True Self did not want to ruin the game by giving excessive clues to his avatar selves in the midst of their self-hypnotized games. Yet Melchizedek, as a more advanced player than herself, knew certain tricks. She would often come upon him meditating with an inner directed gaze in his open eyes, floating in a rainbow electrical ovoid shape over the highest peak on their bardo plane vacation island, from which the sea was dramatically visible in all directions. She knew at those times that he was looking deep inside and being guided by cosmic purpose.

Descent to the Mediterranean by Vladimir KushWe have our orders, Melchizedek pathed to her, coming out of his meditation and surprising her. We’re going to walk in. This did not particularly surprise her. Agents often used the walk-in method as it saved the time of growing up. And it made use of the memories of a specific avatar of the One Being as material for the game.

Melchi spirited them both out of the bardo and they approached the projected world, Earth now looking slightly different as they drew near the Atlantic coast of what would become known as Spain. There below on a beach punctuated by large black lava natural sculptures were a large number of human corpses seemingly washed ashore, apparently having drowned.

This group of warriors was driven to try to escape by sea, Layla intuited and Mel was proud of her, pathing her back a head-nod. Both groups are within the other team, he said. The other team is fighting itself? she asked incredulously and he murmured assent. They are quite competitive, he observed. When there is no human prey to steal from, they often fight among themselves. Here – these are the two.

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Tracking the Second Team

Go to Classic Bill PostThe Great Being, Part 26
Volume 5, Issue 2

This continues the story of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us. We are following TGB’s roles as the Team of Melchizedek and Layla, two Agents of Cosmic Intelligence, as they continue their assignment to begin the current human race on Earth circa 200,000 BC. Previous installments.

Melchizedek’s and Layla’s existence was to be a yo-yo, constantly being dragged into self-forgetfulness by the new prediction-centric brains. Rising astride the same body as that brain, being one with it, and yet remembering that one was essentially a spirit or consciousness inhabiting that brain, had never been a problem for the Agents in previous assignments. This was a new one on them. They had to figure out a way to stay awake to their true identity and Mission in order to hope to accomplish it — which was now looking chancy.

But at this moment at least, they were ecstatically happy and it required no effort to stay awake to who they really were. They were back on the bardo plane, in which only consciousness in itself exists, away from and yet in total communication with the projected world. They were out of those brains — and on vacation. Someplace they loved, a beach always 80 degrees day and night, alone on holiday in a heavenly concoction of St. Bart’s, Cannes, Big Sur, Ibiza, Carnival, and the Kumbh Mela.

They had been parted for a long time by Mel’s reckoning, since he had been in a body. Layla, who had departed first, had no sense of any time having passed so she was extra delighted at Mel’s intense worshipful ardor for her.

Hey what’s all this… ooh…

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