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The Dichotomy of Duality

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Hello, please allow me to introduce myself. I’m Commander John Carters. You might know me better as Tobi’s father.

It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m so glad that we’ve been able to open this communication channel from Brett’s Future back to you in your reality, now, in this time, today. Thank you for allowing me into your home via the ether. Please excuse the official logo up the top. It’s ISC policy and as a ranking officer of the ISC I must display it whenever I am transmitting information of this nature.

Tobi pinged me recently and told me he mentioned a recent Reality Shift he experienced and how he escaped Through the Vortex.

He asked, well almost begged me to send you some information on what he called his  anti-vortex-fluctuation-reality-shift secret. Strange boy that kid, always saying the darnedest things. Anyway, it would be my pleasure to give you a quick rundown on the reality shift vortex and the secret that Tobi (and all of us for that matter) use to escape from those pesky reality shifts. Well, there’s a few words involved I grant you, but it really won’t take long to read once you get into it.

OK, I’ll try not to make it too complicated. It’s not rocket science but it sort of is. But it’s pretty straight forward really. Hang on to your hats, and remember to live in the Question.

 

Let’s say you’re walking along one day and bam a reality shift grabs you. Well the first thing to understand is what it is and why these shifts can snap you up out of nowhere.

So I’ll keep it simple, let’s say your walking along and you get caught in one of these things.

Reality-A---B

Reality A = well let’s call this home.

Reality B = well let’s call this the other place (you don’t want to be there)

The two realities form part of an energy field, you know like say a galaxy or something like that, but sort of less visible because it’s at a micro level. Here’s a picture of a nebula to get you in the mood. Have you ever noticed how these things remind you of a brain?

galaxy-energy

Anyway, the energy field is always the same shape. Always, because that is the only shape that can exist that can keep the two realities connected. If they are connected they are connected by that shape. Oh sorry, the shape. Yes the shape is the Torus. Well a double Torus (or Tori) actually. Here’s a picture of a torus.

Torus

So it’s just like a big inner tube right? That’s the easy way to think of it. But those tubes can get pretty filled up with energy. Imagine if you kept pumping up that inner tube. It would eventually look like this, wouldn’t it?

fat torus

 

So every packet of energy, at whatever fractal level, is in the shape of the torus. It’s just the most efficient shape there is for energy flow. And as our electric universe is always seeking the most efficient energy management system, it is the only shape that it could be. So when two of these energy packets collide they form a double torus or a tori. Here’s a picture of what one looks like and you might begin to understand why we call them reality shift bubbles.

reality-bubbles

 

So with a double torus the energy circulates through the point of singularity in the center. One reality is on one side of the singularity and the other is on the opposite side. With me so far?

That’s good, I was starting to worry. Well the rest is pretty simple really. If you’re trapped on one side of the torus as in Reality B, the one you don’t want to be in then you just need to get yourself across the energy field through the singularity and presto over to the other side.

You see the electronic frequency of the torus resonates at a level that is true for both realities to come together. However, the polarity of either reality is different. One reality pulls you in like a magnet. But once you are in that reality, which normally feels more dense to you, it’s difficult to get out of it. That false reality, Reality B, it’s sticky, like honey. It’s the magnetic attraction you see. It can be quite strong. But you know it’s not your real reality, you can tell. There’s always signs that help you to tell. Density, that’s a common one. You nearly always feel heavier, like you’re in increased gravity. It’s a dead give away that you’ve hit a reality shift.

So you need to change your polarity if you are going to get yourself away from that magnetic pull of Reality B. How do you do that?

In simple terms you change your polarity by changing your frequency. You see, the frequency of your real reality (Reality A) creates a charge, a polarity, same as Reality B. To unstick yourself from B and be magnetically drawn across to A you need a shift in polarity. In simple terms think like a magnet.

Repel magnets

Figure A – Magnetic repulsion

 

 

If your real reality is the magnet on the left in Figure A and the reality shift bubble you’ve landed in is the one on the right in Figure A you can see how you’ll get stuck and won’t be able to get across. The two polarities repel each other.

 

Attract magnets

Figure B – Magnetic attraction

 

 

You need to change your polarity just like the magnet on the right in Figure B in order to be attracted back to your ‘home’ reality.

 

So, what’s the secret to changing polarity I hear you ask. What’s Tobi’s secret?

Well, here is the secret. As a conscious being, moreso as a highly evolved conscious being you can control your emotions where as other less evolved beings (such as animals) cannot so much.

Emotions or rather the energy, the electrical surge that is supplied by emotions is what creates your polarity and therefore what determines which reality you may get attracted towards or into. There are an infinite number of realities just as there are an infinite number of subtleties in your emotions.

Do you know how your emotions are controlled in your 3rd dimensional body? They are controlled via your endocrine system. The endocrine system are the glands that constantly flood your body with the hormones that affect your emotional state.

I might come back and speak of this in more detail another day. But let me specifically discuss the secret emotion that gets your frequency and your polarity to change so that you can ride the currents through the vortex and make it back to your much more comfortable, less dense reality. You’ve probably already guessed it. Yes your right.

It’s love. A 3rd dimensional body filled with this emotion will create the right charge, the right frequency to unstick you and get you through the vortex. But it doesn’t even need to be filled with love. Any love will raise you up the fractal layers. Because the tori reality bubbles exist at all fractal levels. Remember we live in the ‘no truth’ zone. This image might help you to picture the layers within layers.

webnestingtori

So any level of love works. Right down to the smallest fractal. Because right down at the smallest level, there is eventually only 1 torus left. No more reality bubble collisions are possible. And the frequency that the original reality bubble torus resonates at just happens to be the same frequency emitted when we feel love. That’s why that emotion feel so ‘right’ to us. It’s because at the basic most microscopic level that’s all there is, that’s the buzz that’s inside you.

But expansion occurred, the big bang or whatever other theory you subscribe to and ever since there’s been an infinite number of fractal layers. The one that we are in, in this dimension has many reality bubble collisions occurring. But ultimately there is only one type of collision that truly occurs. That collision, those 2 realities. Well, this is what they are;

Remember we are electrical, so it is simply the polarization of the charge. Energy flows between the two realities because of this. It’s a flow of current. But we humans get confused and we forget that we are electrical. So instead of allowing the flow of current to naturally be, we cut the flow, because we want to hold on to the power of the electron charge that sits in our reality.

Somehow we get confused and think that our power charge is a closed system. But everything, I mean everything in this universe is electrical. There is no such thing as a closed system. We are all connected and the current flows through everything. Tachyons and tori energy packets are everywhere.

In nature, there is a natural understanding about the flow of energy when the energy packets collide. So nature allows it to flow, well, naturally. A bit like it does for our beautiful planet Earth and her magnetic fields.

Earths magnetic flow

 

You notice the shape don’t you. Yes a torus. The energy flows through the system. From the universe and back out to the universe. From one pole to the other and back again.

But we humans forget about the exchange, consider it a closed system and try to keep hording the power.

If we think about our realities as being separate, closed energy systems, then we create a duality. It’s them against us. A against B.

What have you created? If at the most minute level as I previously mentioned, when only 1 reality bubble remains, a bubble thrumming to the rhythm of love, then what is this other bubble that we have created? What is this other closed system that we feel is trying to steal our electric charge, drain our power?

Well the best way to describe it, this thing, is to say that it is a frequency or a resonance that is not love. The closer the reality bubble is to love, the less the polarity difference. The tipping point and where these energy packets start creating the vortex fluctuations that Tobi told you about is when the divergence of the polarity or the frequency moves through the emotional spectrum beyond a certain point.

The tipping point is reached when the energy packet that is the other torus begins vibrating at the frequency or resonance most accurately describe by humans as fear.

So these collided tori as they suffer vortex fluctuations and interference to the free flow of current get stuck together and bam, you end up getting sucked into the other bubble. The place you don’t want to be. Fear.

So ultimately you just need to remember that all the energy packets are the same. Allow the flow, the giving and receiving of energy through the system. As I said , it’s an open connected system, not a closed one.

The secret to doing that is to remember that when 2 energy packets collide, you already know that one of the energy packets will be love. But what is the other energy packet? Well that energy packet is love as well. I told you, love is all there is.

But when the energy packets collide the energy can either flow freely, or it can stop flowing completely. As you’ve probably guessed by now, fear is the frequency, the resonance that stops the flow of energy and dumps you in double density gravity as it did for Tobi.

But how did Tobi start the energy flow back up again? Well first of all he filled himself up with tachyons. I’ll tell you how that happened another time. The abundance of tachyons allowed him to resonate love. He was vibrating at the right frequency. So how did he start the flow of energy and get sucked back through the vortex?

He turned the power flow back on in his reality bubble by adding another frequency to his vibration. That frequency is best described in human language as the emotion called gratitude.

So there you have it folks, the Dichotomy of Duality.

Live in a reality of Fear = double density gravity and closed system drained of power.

Live in a reality of Love & Gratitude = lighter gravity, flowing energy system abundant with power.

The dichotomy is that in order to gain power out of the system you must be prepared to give away your power to create the flow of current. Haven’t you ever noticed how energized you feel if you help someone, show someone love, show someone gratitude? This is why. As the flow of current (ie the tachyons) leave your reality and flow to the other, new current flows automatically into you. The tachyons rush magnetized towards you full of charge! It’s a wonderful feeling, try it. Do a scientific experiment, give someone love and just feel the flow of power that comes to you as a result.

Remember, I’m just trying to cover off on the benefits of the system that has free flowing current. Just remind yourselves, we are electrical and you’ll begin to understand. I know the realization is a new one. However, if we start understanding this more than we can become better drivers of these electronically controlled vehicles that we’ve been given to play with in this dimension.

I’ll leave you with a final couple of thoughts.

Scientifically speaking the collided energy pockets that we think of as reality should not be thought of as duality. If we consider that the other energy pocket is competing for energy with us then we live in fear and the flow breaks down. If we continue to resonate to the vibration of love and then we give away our love to the other energy packet by vibrating with gratitude than we can get the system running optimally again. This is why you’ve probably heard the expression ‘fear is an illusion’. It’s because of this. The other energy packet isn’t ‘fear’ it’s still love. It’s not your enemy, it’s the same as you, the same as your energy packet. If you vibrate with love and feed love to the other system through gratitude, fear does not exist.

I am a Commander for the ISC after all and it is one of my responsibilities to try to maximize the energy flow of the electronic universe in this sector of the galaxy.

Thank you for being so attentive to my discussion. I’m sure Tobi will contact me if you wish to know more about these things.

There’s a lot to learn about driving your new electrical bodies. Keeping it properly powered is a key one. How do you get powered? What ways can you attract those tachyons? A topic for another time somewhere in Brett’s Future.

Speaking of Brett he asked me to pass on this silly poem he wrote about our discussion today. I guess it’s a good little summary of the key points.

Don’t live in fear and drain away
Get your charge a better way
Give gratitude and feel the love
The charge will come, from below and from above

 

May the flow be through you,

ISC Commander John Carter

Thank you for reading, I know it was a long one and I appreciate the time you have given me from the bottom of my heart. I am sending a bag full of tachyons full of love your way, can you feel the flow? I can!

As always, I pose the question: Is it science fiction or science fact? You be the judge…..

 

Through the Vortex

Spinning torus

The rock in my hand feels heavier than it should. It’s almost as if gravity is playing tricks on me. Then I realize that this extra weight is everywhere. My whole body is heavier. I notice my muscles are aching. Everything feels more dense, more solid. I think that I know where I am, but I can never be too sure when I get caught in a reality shift.

I let the rock fall unflung to the forest floor and drag my heavier body over to the nearest boulder. I sit exhausted and try to work out how I got here, see if I can decipher the reality shift.

I breathe, the air still smells good, the forest has done its job. I see a small stream nearby and I notice the sound of the running water. It has a muffled sound, like I’m hearing it through a closed window. It is how the forest appears to me as well as the foliage appears unclear, a verdant blur.

I can breathe. That appears to be the only physical function I have that is unhindered by the vortex fluctuations of this reality shift. I feel fortunate that I have as least one tool with which to retrace my steps and return home.

Still I feel a tension, I worry that maybe this time I won’t make it back home, back to my family. I hate that feeling ’cause I know that if I feel that way, even if I think that way it makes the vortex fluctuations worse. So I try to just focus on the only thing I can, the only thing so far that I can wrestle control of from the vortex. My breath.

The extra gravity in this reality is killing me. My back is sore as I slouch against the rock feeling like I’ve just been on a binge of hotwings and beers. Thinking of food reminds me of my friends and another reason to get this right, I need to get back to them as well.

I feel the tension rising again. So I decide that I need to leave the boulder and somehow carry this heavy body of mine over to the stream. Fresh cold water on my face, that’ll help. With grunts I stagger like a drunk to kneel before the stream. My feet and knees muddied from the soft soil.

I look up at the tree above my head and the smaller plants to my left and right. After some effort I begin to see them more clearly. It’s only a slight improvement as the first fractals begin to emerge to my sight but I am encouraged by it.

I gaze down at the water that trickles by before me. Sunlight refracts like fluttering ribbons across the stream as my eyes became tuned to the photon density. Just being near the soil and the water was beginning to quell some of the more severe fluctuations in the vortex.

I still feel heavy, dense and flat. But thoughts of home draw me on. I know what I need to do. The soil and the water were encouraging me, but I had to do the rest myself. Remember, there is no spoon I think to myself as I close my eyes and put my hands on my lap. I don’t know why I say that silly quote, I saw it in an old movie once. I like it and well, I don’t know, it sort of feels right to use when I’m trying to get out of these reality shifts that keep popping up.

You gotta use whatever you can my Dad always says. And nowadays, well these reality shifts are disturbing the peace everywhere. One minute I’m just sitting quietly and the next bam, a reality shift bubble strikes and I’m stuck in a reality with double density gravity.

I realize my thoughts are wandering and give myself a mental admonishment. There’s only one way I can do this and I know it so the sooner I calm my mind the sooner I can make it happen and jump back to my reality. Back home.

Breathe. That’s what I tell myself. It starts there. So I try to slow everything down. I take slow deep breaths. I hold them in and then slowly exhale. After a few I can sense my body feeling less dense, my muscles less oppressed by the gravity in this reality. Soon my body goes numb, as if it is no longer there.

In this numbness my mind searches. It feels like I’ve walked into a very bright room from the dark, my mind searches clumsily. After fumbling for a while I eventually realize that to continue to search I must stop searching. So instead of shuffling around the bright room I simply allow my mind to stop looking.

As I do that the floor falls away from the room. The vortex fluctuations have collapsed and I am carried inwards securely through ever decreasing fractal layers. Instinctively I know that my minds journey is taking me rapidly towards the singularity. The intensity of the tachyon energy is palpable as faster than light speed I travel towards the center of the toroidal field.

The power, the electro-magnetism, the force that my mind feels as it reaches the point of singularity is indescribable. There is nothing and there is infinity coexisting as one, as whole. It is the ultimate for there is no other ‘thing’ with which to compare.

But so fleetingly it is gone for me as I ride the currents of electricity. Through the polarity I am spat back out into my reality. My body remains seated but I instantly feel lighter, less dense and I know that I have been able to once more escape from the reality shift and return home.

I don’t get up straight away, whilst it is fresh I allow the wash of tachyons to continue to infuse my body as the afterglow of the jump through the vortex slowly fades. Every time I have to do a reality shift return I am always in awe of this feeling. It makes my heart sing this sensation I have to admit, but I mostly keep that to the shower.

I’m just thankful that I remember this feeling, this sense I have and can use it to help me make the jump, otherwise I’d get stuck. See I discovered the secret by accident, but most of it my Dad explained to me. If you’re interested I’ll share it with you?

“Excuse me Mr Carter” the voice forces me to open my eyes.

“Tobi, just call me Tobi” I reply.

“Well then Tobi, can you please adjust your seat forward we are preparing the shuttle for landing.”

I better do as she says. Sorry guys, I guess I’ll have to tell you my anti-vortex-fluctuation-reality-shift secret another day, or maybe I’ll get my Dad to do it, he knows that technical stuff better than me. Until then…….

Safe travels my friends.

Are you interested in what Tobi’s Dad has to say about how to defeat these reality shifts? Have a read his post entitled ‘The Dichotomy of Duality‘ to find out more.

Warp Speed………..Engage!

warpdrive

“Hang on tight, nearly there….

Just a little bit more…..

There! Done.

Disengage warp drive, return to normal space Scotty.”

I hear the captain speak these words from where I sit strapped, immobilized in my chair. My gut aches. I hate that inside out sensation you get when you break through the superficies. Shouldn’t have ate that donut, think I’m gonna be sick.

Close my eyes, it’ll pass, it always does. I test out the restraints. No good, he’s got me wrapped up tight. God, where has he brought me?

I look across the bridge, the crew are staring out into space entranced by something. Cautiously I turn my head to consider what it is that has the crew so rapt.

A planet is centered before us radiantly spinning. Mesmerized I consider the marble that turns before my eyes and catch my breath. I did not expect to see such beauty this deep into the galaxy.

“Where is this place? ” once again I test the straps. Hurt my wrists. I clenched too tight on the jump. Stupid. Why did I feel nervous? I never feel nervous when we jump. Damn, I wish I hadn’t failed. I could have been back on Kalgan it’s sabacc night at Luke’s. Probably miss it now.

Need to settle. Breath I tell myself. But I don’t want to listen.

“Relax, they’re for your own safety. I’ve just brought you here to show you something. Look, look out there.”

“Show me what?” I stare daggers at him. Oh he’s so perfect, mister perfect. Perfect my ass. He’s downright annoying. I know I’m being stupid but it helps. Gotta settle somehow.

“Look, stop fidgeting, I’m trying to show you something!”

I glare at him. Go to hell! I look away. God I’m an idiot, why didn’t I do it! Arrghh! I scream in rage as I try to free myself again. All I end up with are bruised wrists and a bleeding tongue. I spit the blood on the floor beside me and he looks at me in disgust. Here we go, the lecture. He’s got that look again.

I point my chin towards the planet outside to change the subject, to get him to look anywhere else but at me.

“It’s Terra. So what? Why’d you have to bring me here to see it?

“Because you should know this, it’s important, that’s why.”

“Know what?”

“I shouldn’t have to tell you that should I?”

I drop my head. He’s right, I know. Damn it, I hate it when he’s right.

“OK OK don’t rub it in. Look, retract the straps. I get it. I want to know.”

I mean it this time too. I didn’t realize that Terra was that beautiful. Now I’m here I want to know. But I can’t give in too easy. He’d get worried if I did and where would that leave our relationship?

He clicks the remote. Ah, at last, wrists are freed. I stand up, bit wobbly. Really went overboard trying to break the restraints. Come on, let’s get this over with.

“Here take it. Let’s talk about it.” he hands it to me.

It’s heavier than I remembered, sore wrists I realize. I open it up once more. It looks different this time. More real. Must be the theater of being out here, orbiting the place it came from.

I look back up at the planet again. I hear nothing but silence. It stirs me. Then I see. Everyone’s just staring at the planet. I mean it’s just a planet. Gee people, we’ve colonized hundreds of them. But it is beautiful, as far as planets go. I’ll give them that.

“OK, give me the synopsis of your understanding? At what state is the civilization in?”

“They’re still quite primitive by our standards. I mean they’ve just discovered luminescence. Mechanics are still low efficiency, mostly pressurized water vapor.” I look at him expectantly, proud of myself. Where did that come from? I look back down at the object in my hands, a slow sense of awe begins to crawl over me. It begins in the back of my neck, like a tingle. Pretty soon my scalp is buzzing. A realization was slowly forming in my mind.

“I’m impressed” he said, smiling at me. I stand a little taller, get out of my hunch. I had more to say.

“These people” I continued, nodding towards the marble, “they do not even have means of atmospheric levitation yet, let alone intra or extra planetary communication. How did this come to be?” I raise the object before my eyes like a treasured prize I finally see it for what it truly is. I shake my head, only now understanding. Why did I not pay attention before? Oh fool, I’ve had it all this time and I never knew.

“But how….?” It was all I could manage, but it said enough.

“Exactly. Now you realize how important it is. Tell me what he achieved.”

I hold it in both hands now as I try to remember the secrets within. They were forged so long ago. We owe them everything.

“In a land barely out of being powered by camp fires this man built an interplanetary vessel. This man threw caution to the wind and left Terra’s surface. He planet hopped! To Tui, not far admittedly, but given the technology he was surrounded with, can you believe it? Was he the first?”

“I cannot say. Things get lost in the depths of time. Tell me more, what else can you remember?”

I’m already lost in thought as I consider what’s contained within this ancient object I hold. Images fill my mind, images from my holocom. Images impossible to believe. There are so few left. Only 2D and in poor condition. But oh how people lived in this primitive world. I touch my wrist to activate my holocom. The images flash before my eyes.

I am astounded that this man was able to travel to Tui from a civilisation so bereft of any advanced technology.

“In a way he was the first. His creation, his Astronaut broke the boundaries forever. The science involved was far ahead of its day.”

I stare out at the orb before me and can only nod at the words. He’s right. This man was a genius. I bow my head feeling contrite.

“I’m sorry I failed.” I hug the artifact to my chest, as if I am apologizing to it as well.

“There’s a lesson in your contrition. Sometimes you need to break through boundaries, like this man did. Sometimes you need to be pushed outside of your comfort zone, as I have done with you today.”

“You’re right father. I understand now.” I consider the object in my hand.

“Can we go home now. I have a book to read.”

“I thought you wanted to go play sabacc?”

“No, somehow I think reading this book will be more fun.” I look up and smile at him while hugging the book even closer to my chest.

“I’m glad you think that way Judi. I’m sorry about the restraints. I didn’t want you to hurt yourself through the Warp Jump. It’ll serve you right for failing your book report.”

He turned from me and faced the crew watching him intently.

“Number One, engage Warp Drive, we’re going home.”


 

Dear Reader,
I do hope that you’ll forgive the storyline above. My main objective in presenting my post this way was to try, in no doubt a very inadequate way, to give you a glimpse of something world changing.

Imagine a world with no automobiles, no aircraft, no telephone, barely any electricity and machines that are largely steam driven. To those within the warp jumping spaceship above it seemed primitive. To us today it seems primitive.

Now imagine if in such a place a man was able to create a spacecraft to travel to a neighboring world. It would seem incongruous, out of place, fantastical wouldn’t it?

Thus was the world of Earth (Terra) in the year of 1880.

However, despite the archaic technology of the time there was a man in Earth’s past who dreamed to dream such things.

That man was Percy Greg. One of the fathers of Science Fiction writing.

In August 1880 he released a book that changed the rules forever.

 

The book was called “Across The Zodiac: The Story of a Wrecked Record

Across-the-Zodiac Percy Greg as a result of this book pioneered the sub-genre of of Sword and Planet.

The book contains a number of groundbreaking ideas in addition to interplanetary space travel (in 1880 people, can you believe it?).

“Astronaut” was the name of the spaceship in Percy’s book and it may have very well been the first recorded use of that word.

In addition Percy Greg was the first author to create an alien language for his novel when he gave voice to the diminutive Martians that the story’s narrator encounters. Consider the legacy that this fathered for the likes of Tolkien and Star Trek fans alike among many others.

His spaceship was powered by the technology he called “apergy” a form of anti-gravitational energy. Years later this was described as using frequency to release the latent force found within all atomic matter.*

For me the thing I find the most inspiring about this work by Percy Greg was the backdrop within which he wrote this amazing tale.

Consider that in 1880, only 15 short years after the conclusion to the American Civil War he wrote a book about a spaceship flying to Mars!

On the shelves of bookstores during the decade of the ’80’s (that’s the 1880’s) Percy’s little book “Across the Zodiac” sat next to literary giants. I’m sure you’ve heard of them:

 

And sitting there, on the same shelves next to these world famous literary works was Percy Greg’s little Science Fiction novel, dreaming to dream. Perhaps the little book was too innocent or naive to realize its own brashness.

So in the end this post is dedicated to you Percy Greg and to the power of your dreams, the originality of your brilliance and to the legacy of inter-planetary travel that you helped to create. A legacy that all passionate followers of Science Fiction thank you for.

Across the Zodiac may be a forgotten piece of creativity compared to others of the era, but I doubt that the others can claim for themselves the same honors.

In the words of our Captain we bow to you Percy Greg, for you had the courage, the foresight and the passion “to go where no man has gone before”.


I will leave you with a brief passage from the book itself. In a world before satellites, Google Earth or Google Maps, before NASA, before the Apollo missions and before real Astronauts, Percy Greg dreamed of flying into space. When his mind, aboard the spaceship of his creativity launched itself into the heavens he turned and gazed back upon our planet, 3rd rock from the sun, and had these words to say…….

 “…..so to my eyes the Earth was surrounded by a halo somewhat resembling the solar corona as seen in eclipses, if not nearly so brilliant, but, unlike the solar corona, coloured, with a preponderance of red so decided as fully to account for the peculiar hue of the eclipsed Moon.  To paint this, unless means of painting light—­the one great deficiency which is still the opprobrium of human art—­were discovered, would task to the uttermost the powers of the ablest artist, and at best he could give but a very imperfect notion of it.  To describe it so that its beauty, brilliancy, and wondrous nature shall be in the slightest degree appreciated by my readers would require a command of words such as no poet since Homer—­nay, not Homer himself—­possessed.”

Percy Greg – Across the Zodiac, Ch. 2. Pg. 42

No wonder others also dreamed his dream in the 130 plus years that have followed.


 

Footnotes:

If you are interested in seeing more of “Across the Zodiac” it is available to read at Archive.org. Click on the image below to go to the site. Or this link to Amazon.

Across the Zodiac

* “Apergy” was later described this way by Clara Jessup Moore in a paper she wrote in 1888 entitled “Some Truths About Keely” responding to criticism to his book Keely’s Secrets. The paper was later reproduced in The New York Home Journal in January 1896. In essence apergy is what they termed “vibratory physics” an area of study that also fascinated many other scientists of this era including the most renowned, Nikola Tesla. Both Keely and Tesla believed that among many other things the creation of a perpetual motion engine was possible. Both men were discredited and their science suppressed. Now I wonder why that is?

Fuel for another post, another day somewhere in Brett’s Future……

In the meantime, have you seen this amazing video of the universe? Got a spare 4m26s? Have a look………Our Universe……..is awesome!

Thank you for reading, you honor me.

May the apergy be with you,

Brett


 

Zachariah’s final letter…

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Tobi looked up after reading Zachariah’s letter. Confusion still filling his mind as he tried to fit the pieces of the puzzle together. Sympathy had been kidnapped by the evil forces of Mallium and her safety, her life, rested on his shoulders. But he was lost with where to start his search.

His head rocked back in frustration, mind racing chaotically. In the last 24 hours he’d found the girl of his dreams and then lost her. He’d been shot and barely escaped the clutches of the most evil terrorist group in the Milky Way. He stared out of the shuttle window into the blackness of space, alone, afraid and disconsolate.

A jolt to the ribs elicited a sharp grunt of surprise as Tobi whipped his head around. It was the young boy he’d pushed in front of when boarding.

“Tag, you’re it!” the boy said as he stood in the aisle of the shuttle grinning at Tobi.

“I’m sorry lad, I don’t feel like playing at the moment, maybe later.” Tobi told him as he looked back into the darkness of space.

“Oh come on mister, please?” the boy begged further.

“It’s such a long trip and my sister’s no fun to play with, won’t you play with me?” he gave Tobi a gap toothed smile clasping his hands in front of him whilst bouncing up and down.

“I’m sorry son, I’m not very good company at the moment. Why don’t you sit instead and I’ll tell you about the different stars we can see out the window.” Tobi asked hoping that the boy would agree. In truth he was glad for the distraction.

“Oh alright. How do you know about all the stars anyway mister?” the boy asked as he took the vacant seat next to him.

“Because I’m a space ranger, that’s why.” Tobi told him with a wink and a smile.

“A space ranger! That’s amazing. Tell me some stories, please mister!” the boy was begging again as Tobi laughed. The boys youthful enthusiasm was infectious and he was glad for it.

“Maybe later. You said we have a long trip. Where are we going?”

“I thought you were a space ranger? How come you don’t know where you’re going?”

“Shhh, don’t tell anyone, but I’m on a secret mission. Not even I know. I was told that my new partner would meet me and give me my next task.” Tobi winked at the boy as he spoke.

“So where are we going partner?” Tobi asked with a cheeky grin. The boys mouth widened in wonderous awe as he stared long at Tobi’s face.

Momentarily the boys eyes narrowed suspiciously as he looked back up and down the aisle, making sure they were not being watched. In a conspiratorial whisper the boy leaned over and whispered into Tobi’s ear.

“We are on our way to Terra……….partner” he finished with an exaggerated wink and a smile that made Tobi roar with laughter, his hearts burden eased if only temporarily.

 

 

If you have missed the series “Sympathy for the Devil” see the links below:

Part I:

Part II:

Tobi’s Dream:

Part III:

Part IV:

Stay tuned for the new series of Tobi’s search for Sympathy……”Demons & Wizards” coming soon.

Sympathy for the Devil: IV

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That song is still going through my head as I watch the bullet do the same. A strange sensation really. The bullet moved towards me in slow motion as my body began to dematerialize. My hand rose up reflexively and I watch my blood explode.

Funny thing it is to watch blood erupt and then dematerialize instantaneously. The bullet emerged not long after the blood and it too atomized right before my eyes, literally. I think I closed them at that point but I can’t remember as…………..zing…………………….

everything went blank as my body did the jump through the superficies………………….zing……………….

But I suspected that it was the end for me. It was surprising that out of everything my very last living thought was of an awkward girl at a party that I felt guilty not speaking to. I gave a mental shrug at the strangeness of life as I prepared for mine to expire the instant I rematerialized, together with the bullet…………..zang.

Bells trumpeted a cacophony in my ears as I felt myself falling, falling, falling………..with a thud.

“What are you doing Carter? Are you still drunk! Get up. Will someone turn off that alarm, I can’t hear myself think.”

I lay there blood seeping from a wound in my hand looking up at the boss in bewilderment. Brice is bent over me with a joyous smile on his face.

“What’s up buddy? Wicked night last night hey? What’s wrong with your hand?”

“Mallium, it’s Mallium. They broke into my apartment. They shot me. How?”

“So that’s what set the alarm off. Never fear, we’ve got top of the range threat detection. The bullet was dust as soon as it appeared on our side. But I told you, you had to move it. If you’d had answered your holocom…….”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry boss.” I interrupted rising to my feet clutching my hand. Someone passed me a towel and a re-gen plate.

“So where is Sympathy?” I looked from the boss to Brice and back again.

“We’re hoping you can tell us.” Brice answered scratching his head.

“You said you had her location. You said she left a note.” My hand was throbbing and I was getting fed up with Brice’s cheery nature. It was just not right to be that cheery after a gallon of American Honey.

“Yeah, she left you a note. But I didn’t say it said her location. She’s just given you a clue that’s all.”

“A clue, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well Tobes my friend, you better just read the note.”

“Unfold it on the desk, let me read it.” My voice was urgent, desperate even.

Sympathy's-letter

 

 

 

 

 

The letter is read and I scratch my head, bamboozled by what to do.

“We don’t understand what this poem means Carter, do you? Did she give you any clues when you spoke to her last night?”

I remove my hand, fully healed from the re-gen plate and look at Brice. His confusion mirrors my own. I look once more at the letter and slowly shake my head.

I’m about to speak remembering something she said when the alarm starts to blare. A computerized voice echoes ominously between the sharp siren sounds.

“Proximity warning, proximity warning” was the message it droned out.

“Quick run, it’s Mallium, they’ve breached building security. Run Tobi, run. Take the letter and find her.” the boss yells at me. He pushes the letter into my hand as he draws his gun.

“C’mon Brice we’ve got to save her. Quick buddy let’s run.”

“Right you are, we’re taking the Falcon and I’m driving. Let’s go” Brice runs to the transporter bay and urges me to follow.

I squeeze the letter in my hand, trying to ring answers out of it as I hear the sounds of explosions.

“Go now, quick Carter, now. We’ll hold off these scumbags.”

I nod my foggy head and run towards Brice. Bullets begin whizzing through the air as SPP headquarters turned into a warzone.

“Let’s go Tobi, the spaceport awaits, let’s get off this planet, it’s not safe here. Once we’re in space we can outrun the these agents of Mallium. Ain’t nowhere my Falcon can’t go, be way too fast for those scum. So where we going? Has the letter given you a sign?”

I shrug as I step into the transporter bay. Before me, once more is the same mean looking dude from my apartment, taking aim at my head again. What is it with this guy?

I see his dark eyes beneath his black cap his stare full of bloody murder. So I did what I had to do as we dissolved before him. I gave him the bird.

Brice and I spill out of the busy transporter room at the spaceport at Kalgan Central. We quickly blend into the crowd.

Upon reaching the dock where Brice left the Falcon my heart and hope of finding Sympathy plummet. Not only am I at a loss about her letter, but the Falcon is crawling with Mallium assassins. Luckily Brice had his wits about him, unlike last night, we barely avoid being seen.

Whilst I’m still lost in a daze of confusion about my sweet Sympathy I allow Brice to tug me along. Soon he runs and I stumble behind, like a ragdoll. Suddenly we stop.

“There, go Tobi, go.” I look up and Brice is apologizing to a woman as he pushes me rudely in front of her and her children.

“Sorry madam. Urgent SPP business, this officer needs to board.”

I look at Brice in surprise.

“It’s a sector passenger shuttle Brice, Mallium will catch us. What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll lead the bastards here on a merry dance while you slip away. Here, there’s one more thing we found in her hotel room. It’s not addressed to her so it probably is nothing. It’s some letter from this guy Zachariah. It’s pretty old, fancy writing and all that. Just a soppy love letter. Sounds like the guy was ready to top himself. Anyway, good luck buddy, I’ll ping you when the coast is clear.”

The last thing I see as I board the shuttle bound for who knows where is Brice’s big head bouncing away through the crowd, he was actually waving to the Mallium dudes as they joined him in pursuit.

I look down at my hands, clutching two letters now and still no clue of where to find my Sympathy.

“Excuse me sir, do you mind” it’s one of the kids I pushed in front off already getting impatient before we’ve even taken off.

With a feeble smile of apology I stagger on board thinking of luscious red lips on fire and a hole torn in my heart.

I unfold Zachariah’s letter on my lap as I take my seat, trying to look inconspicuous. Outside the bustle of life in the major tourist port that is Kalgan Central goes on.

As I settle in for the journey, not knowing where I’m even headed a cold shiver runs up my neck. Fleetingly, through the crowd of people taking their seats on the shuttle. Those eyes. I shake my head dispelling my fears and hope that inspiration will guide me as I head off into the unkown……..

…………..somewhere in Brett’s Future

 

This is the final episode of ‘Sympathy for the Devil’.

But join Tobi is his race to save Sympathy from the evil clutches of Mallium in the new series……

‘Demons & Wizards’ coming soon………

…………….assuming Tobi can work out what that damn poem means. If you can help please post your thoughts in the comments, Tobi needs all the help he can get, I think he’s a bit too love struck to think straight. Oh, and don’t forget to shout out to Brice, it was a brave thing that he did.

 

End Credits:
Lyrics: The legendary M. Jagger and the unstoppable K. Richards
Brice: Inspired by the man behind this blog - Flashlight City Blues. 
Do yourself a favor, read some of his awesome poetry - especially this one so 
obviously called: American Honey
The Falcon: In homage to Star Wars and Han Solo, still the best space ranger in the galaxy.
Kalgan: In homage to the one and only, the maestro Isaac Asimov
Ol' Georgie: In homage to David Mitchell and his fabulous novel Cloud Atlas
Mallium: Who? Don't know what you mean, moving right along.....
Sympathy:  Can you solve the riddle? Where can Tobi find her (post comments)?

Sympathy for the Devil: III

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………..Oh hangover of hangovers, Oh dream of dreams!

I stagger out of bed, that song and her face in my head. Bleary eyed I feel my way to the bathroom. Rough night last night I notice as I squint at the haggard face in the mirror before me.

Oh Sympathy, why did you leave? We could have spent the night. But I bowed my head, remembering the past, I did not have the right.

This time would be different I vowed as I splashed my face awake. I will learn your secrets, yes I will, I will not be fooled again. I remembered her eyes when she left my side, they were filled with hurt and pain.

My holocom bracelet buzzed on the floor where I threw it off last night. Shit it’s the boss I realize as I pick it up. He’s tried to call before, 6 missed pings. He’s pissed off too, I can tell as his holo projects before me.

“Carter! What happened to looking after the celebrity! You were on duty god damn it!”

“Sorry boss. Brice…”

“Don’t give me that Brice crap. Brice is right here with me, where are you?”

“I’m at home boss. I’m not rostered ’till this arvo.”

“Why haven’t you had your holocom on! I’ve been trying to buzz you all morning. She’s missing. Sympathy is missing.”

“What? Huh?” my eyes are dark and heavy and I’m doing my best to only look half as hung over as I really am, but it’s not working. I scratch my head in confusion.

“You idiot! She’s been kidnapped. Mallium have kidnapped Sympathy. Do you hear me? Kalgan to Carter, are you reading?”

“What? I don’t understand. I was meeting her today. She can’t be. Are you sure?”

“What happened to guarding her last night you moron! We’ve received confirmation. Video footage from the lobby of her hotel. The three kidnappers have all been identified as members of Mallium. These guys are badass.”

I’ve completely sobered up now as the adrenalin courses through my veins at the mention of that group. Kidnappings, bombings, executions they were Mallium’s modus operandi.

“What do we do boss? We’ve got to save her.”

“Damn right we do Carter. Since you and your partner lost her, you and your partner better save her. Intergalactic security bureaucrats will be all over us like a rash before the day’s out. You guys have to get after her before they get here. You need to go now. Beam over here.”

“Where are we going boss, how are we going to find her?” I’m feeling torn apart inside. I finally meet a girl that shows even a little interest in me and blam, she gets kidnapped by the baddest bunch of planet hopping parasites this side of the Milky Way. I’m feeling distraught and guilty and I’m twisted up inside.

“Get over here now” the boss yells at me again as he notices me zoning out.

“Tobi, buddy.” It’s Brice, he moves into view besides the boss. How does he do that? Look so normal, he drank more than I did last night. He’s got an eager look on his face. Probably enjoying the excitement. He didn’t spend time with her like I did. I shake myself out of it as I pull on my boots. I notice Brice is holding something waving it at me.

“Tobes, she left you a note. We’ve got it here. She knew she was going to be kidnapped. She let it happen! Hurry come over and read it. She wrote you a letter, she given you clues how to find her!”

I’m stunned at the news, a heightened sense of purpose fills my body. Sympathy, stay strong, I’m coming to rescue you! Her last words ‘don’t let me down’ ring in my ears. I shake off my self doubt and punch in the teleport co-ordinates.

The last thing I see as I begin to dematerialise from my apartment is my door being kicked down by some mean dudes in black. The first one in the room eyeballs me and raises his gun to fire. I hear the shot ring out and………

……..to be continued………

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Lyrics: The legendary M. Jagger and unstoppable K. Richards
All character references are fictitious, but may have been inspired by something. What you ask? 
All in good time.

Sympathy for the Devil: II

Sympathy Part 2

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…………..I downed a 3rd of the smooth golden drop as the music threatened to knock me out. I found a quiet place inside my mind and thought about the old mans mysterious words.

He spoke of another Sympathy who was misunderstood.

Oh Sympathy, I feel sorry that I never really understood you before. I always just considered you like that awkward friend at the party. The one that your annoying cousin invited. The one that you sorta think is nice in that awkward embarrassed to be seen talking to kinda way.

Yeah I remember you Sympathy. I was the guy you overheard later saying I felt so sorry for you and wished my cousin had never invited you to the party. Damn I can be an asshole sometimes.

I’m back at the bar as I wrestle with these memories, relieved by libation. All dutiful thoughts long forgotten. Damn you Brice. I turn around, drinks in hand, and who should I see walking towards me. It was Sympathy, galactic superstar, no longer looking awkward.

Brice and I threw down our 4th when Sympathy walked on by. ‘Woah Woah’ my mind sang out. I watch her transfixed, Brice was way too drunk.

She leaned against the bar, looking all sleek and classy, so different from the Sympathy I remembered. I told Brice I was off for another round, but he was too busy trying to find George Thorogood on the jukebox in the back bar.

“Hi, remember me?” I said as I approached the bar and immediately knew it was the wrong question. Of course she wouldn’t, I had avoided her like the plague.

She shrugged casually and watched the dance floor, it was my turn to be ignored.

“Nah, I’m new to Kalgan” she said sipping sensually on her Pina Colada, casting me a sideways glance.

“So wadda’ya know?” I asked, my accent strong. She intrigued me this woman, I had a vibe about her, I wanted t’know more.

“Ah, you know, this and that” came her ambivalent reply.

I’d downed my drink and noticed that Brice was playing pool with two hippy looking guys. Well trying to it must be said that his focus was more on air guitar. He was indeed bad to the bone.

So I stayed around this mysterious thing. She excited me and drew me in. The tilt of her shoulder was a promise of things to come. But I needed to get her out of this din.

“Can we go somewhere quieter, where we can chat, I’d really like to know you.” the words were muffled over the noise of a wrecking ball.

“Sure” she said and tipped her head, as she lead me out the back.

“I’m not who you think I am” she added as she grabbed me by the hand.

I waved to Brice as I left the bar and gave him a thumbs up. Apparently he and the hippies wanted to drink alone. One drank bourbon, one scotch, the other beer.

We arrived outside in the cold night air and she shivered just a bit.

“Here take my jacket Sympathy you don’t want to catch a chill.” I felt so chivalrous.

“Why thank you sir, you’re most kind.” she nodded with a slight smile. She looked at me and there seemed to be a question on her lips. They had me entranced those ruby red luscious soft moist lips.

“Are you sure that you really want to get to know me better? Most people I meet don’t understand me. Most people I meet feel awkward around me.”

“I know the feeling, I once felt the same. But now I’m older, I dunno, I think I might have changed.”

She looks up at me, eyes so pure I have to turn away.

She grabbed my hand, a warming touch and had this final thing to say.

“I’m a secret you know. A secret that’s contained within my name. Most people, well they really don’t want to know me. Oh, they treat me nice and buy me flowers, white lilies are my favorite by the way. But in the end, they just use me, they don’t really want to know who I am.”

“But I’m different” I protest, feeling a little ashamed. I was one who previously treated her this way.

“If you want to know me then meet me tomorrow. I have something to give you.” She looked me up and down assessing my worth. I held my ground, heart waiting for the drop.

She whispered one more thing as she ran from me, my hand outstretched in longing. Then Brice burst out to break the trance.

“What’s up buddy? Come get another drink. There’s a band about to start called Flashlight City Blues” he grinned broadly at me and staggered just a little. I looked away to where she ran, my long lost Sympathy.

I shrugged my shoulders and gave in. Brice just has this way about him I guess, suckers me every time. So I go inside and stayed the night, too many drinks by far. But I could not stop thinking of her as I propped up that bar. Her final words echoed to me as I bathed in American Honey.

“My name you see” she whispered to me, soft lips brushing my ear “is treated like a fallacy. My name has been ill conceived ad nauseum. I’ve been waiting for you since ’92 so please don’t let me down.”

I blink my eyes as they externalize and I realize how I feel. I yearn for my Sympathy and know just what I’ll do. I’ll meet her tomorrow as she instructed me to do.

So I stagger home and hit the sack, one thought on my mind. Sympathy I want you back, one day I’ll make you mine……….

 

…………to be continued……..

 

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Lyrics: The legendary M. Jagger and unstoppable K. Richards
All character references are fictitious, but may have been inspired by something. What you ask? 
All in good time.

 

Sympathy for the Devil: I

Sympathy Part 1

That song’s the first thing I hear as I materialise in the transporter room back at my folks place in the ‘burbs of Kalgan City. It’s a beautiful night and Mum has the doors open letting the fresh breeze from the lake paint the room in smells of green. Well, that’s how I might have described it if i wasn’t so damn pissed off!

Damn fools, they’ve lost her again! My little sister Judi sees the look in my eye and pours me a beer. God I need it, it’s busy enough on SPP beat without having to babysit celebs. Now she’s taken off and guess who’s job it is to have to chase her? You got it, your lookin’ at him.

“OK Tobi what’s the problem” Judi askes as she hands me the beer her eyes are almost rolling before I even speak.

“I’ve been called in for nightwatch duty. Sorry J, can’t drink.” I hand her back the beer, I’d have cried if I held it any longer.

“Sorry Mum, just wanted to beam in and let you know I can’t make dinner.”

“Who you babysitting?” Mum asks, she knows the drill, it’s not the first time.

“That intergalactic music sensation – her names Sympathy” I was about to say more but my holocom buzzed an incall. Judi’s jumping up and down in excitement.

The boss has sent me her location. Damn, it’s down the seedy end of town. All the transporter bays down there are glitchy. With a sigh and a peck on the cheek I punch the location ID into the controls and I’m off. Judi’s plea for an autograph the last thing I hear.

A breeze is blowing as I materialise and try to get my bearings. It’s not cold but it smells acrid, it stings the nose. I’m in an alley behind the club I realize. Damn glitchy transporters. Music wafts from the upperfloor. The same song from home, but this is a remix, sung by none other than the disappearing Sympathy. Her remix, making the tune popular again across the galaxy, 200 years after it was released back on Terra.

I shake my head looking up at the pale lights of the club windows, like disturbed eyes their glow darts around the neighboring building. It’s going to be hard to get her out of there. I hope Brice has arrived it’s gonna need both of us. He better not be drunk. I frown as the song catches my attention as it wafts from on high.

“Pleased to meet you.
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah.”

I saunter up the dark alley, my head in a whirl. Don’t really want to work tonight. Maybe we can get this over with quick.  Lost in thought the song beats a rhythm into my brain.

An old homeless man propped up on a crate warms his hands around a fire. He looks at me as I walk along. Something about him made me stop. It was his smell, like freshly baked bread. It seemed strange, I don’t know why. The poor old guy must have thought it was an opportunity to have a rant. Or maybe he was just listening to the song drifting out from the club.

“Oh I knows it, I knows it bad. That ol’ Georgie, he been up ta no good. Makes me shake in ma boots it does. See I’s don’t wanna give the beast any a ma Sympathy.”

I stop and stare at what he said as that song makes its final “oh yeah”.

“If the beast is ’bout I curls up real tight ‘n’ shut my eyes ‘n’ try not ta feel like he does.”

I stare entranced at the old mans words as he continues his speech to the flames.

“See Sympathy’s a powerful word in parts ‘ere I come from. D’yer know Sympathy’s a word to use when you wanna be as one? So when ‘e asks ya for Sympathy that ol’ conniving son of the morning you makes sure you turn him down lest you wanna lose your soul.”

He rubs his hands, a toothless grin as he shakes his head in concern.

“I worry for ya I do. See I’s been told you’s don’t know Sympathy like ya really orta should. If ya think Sympathy ‘s just a game of pityin’ and sorryin’ then afraid ya sadly ‘staken. Where I come from we needs not given any airs an’ graces. But that no matter one lil’ bit when we consider Sympathy’s amazement.”

I’m bewildered at the man sitting there, fingerless gloves glowing in the firelight. He looks up at me as I make to leave and gives me his final words.

“So stays away from the Devil ya hear! Gives him none a yor Sympathy, save that for ya fella man.”

I nod just once and then shake my head as he looks me in the eye. He returns the nod as I walk away to disappear into the night.

Out of the alley and into the street the horns of the traffic blare. I think of a girl I once met, her name was Sympathy as well. But I pay her no mind as I rush to the club already running late. Seems I always pay her no mind I think to myself as the doorman makes me wait.

I’m dwelling on things when I finally get in and the noise within forces my memories to whisper. I frown just then as I down a shot of American Honey that Brice hands to me. Damn, I’m on duty. But that drink seduces me as its heat trickles down my throat washing away the acrid smell of the alley and the smell of fresh bread too.

After a 2nd shot I start to relax and consider what’s on my mind………

 

……….to be continued………..

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Lyrics: The legendary M. Jagger and unstoppable K. Richards
Ol' Georgie in homage to David Mitchell and his brilliant novel Cloud Atlas
All character references are fictitious, but may have been inspired by something. What you ask? All in good time.