We Have Met Before

Current Classic Bill postVolume 5, Issue 44

Part 65 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.
Previous episodes.

Recap of last week's episode.


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 trekked southward, made a miraculous crossing over the Straits of Gibraltar, and are now discovering Africa. Previous episodes.

Stari-ki awakens from near-death to behold the beautiful Neva with her eyes full of love and concern, and his heart is melted. The attraction is mutual and the two start psychically picking up on each other’s thoughts, one of which is “Why do I feel I recognize you?” Their spoken words are in different languages but they understand each other telepathically, which is how they will learn each other’s language. When challenged by Stari-ki to reach back to her first memory, Neva finds herself back in the womb, where she touches earlier memories. “You were in them,” she told Stari-ki.

Stari-ki was thunderstruck. “What are we doing in that memory?” he asked Neva and she shook her head. Unclear, she pathed, remaining quiet so she could continue to try to recapture that brief flash. But it was gone for now.

Neva' memories from long ago.

“We seemed to be in a small group, sitting on a cloud or something, and yet at the same time we were in an enclosure, something gods had built,” she reported.

“What do you mean by gods?” he interrupted. He now recalled that upon awakening from his coma just now his first reading of her mind had found her thanking the One God — to him, the backstabber. Could she be an Agent? he thought to himself, and then quickly threw up his strongest and least perceptible mindblock. He achieved this by having a continuous erotic fantasy, a trick he had discovered in puberty when his friends reported they couldn’t hear him when he pathed in that condition.

Fantasizing about Neva was effortless and he realized he had already been doing that subconsciously, so he was just stepping it up a notch. Maybe she just subscribes to the local superstition, which, on many planets was of an underlying unity behind Nature. Of course primitives could not imagine that the world began with multiple gods, and that one had taken over domination, Stari-ki had said to himself long ago, never realizing that he himself was the one who had been brainwashed.

“Gods are just people like us at a higher level,” Neva said matter-of-factly. Something inside her, below the level of words, conveyed the idea to her that Stari-ki you might be a god. She did see him as different from all other men. Many men had looked lustfully at her and she had felt her own lust, but it was not good enough, the spirit did not move her. She had hoped there would someday be a man or a god that she could give herself to, that would be worthy. She wasn’t sure about Stari-ki yet but was getting there by the moment.

“Sorry to take us off track,” Stari-ki said, “Please go back to that memory of an enclosure on a cloud, a group is there, you and me, and who else?” In his fantasy he was slowly undressing her. In reality they were sitting close to each other on the floor of her bower, which was a sophisticated igloo woven from vines covered with leaves in the center of a ring of flowering shrubs whose flowers spilled into the dwelling in many places. The high sun was slanting in through the many openings, dappling the two with rays of light that moved with the swaying of the palm trees outside.

“I didn’t see detail on anyone else, and you didn’t look like you. You and I were see-through, and inside we had swirling energies that were too bright to look at, in all kinds of beautiful colors,” she said. “My name, then, was Nastassia.”

He was fascinated. “How did you know it was me?” he asked.

“It was you. Your feeling, I knew you instantly.”

He laughed softly. “What is my feeling?”

She reached for words to translate the intuitive knowing. “Triumphant music…” she started, and he laughed softly again.

“What were we doing there?”

“Getting our orders,” she said.

TO BE CONTINUED

Happy Holidays to All,
Bill

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Image: digital rendering by C.K. Niver; background image – Heaven’s Gate by Talatsu

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