reports from the bloodHost
art by Charles Carter
Our self remain in the process of analyzing every aspect of the harmonic spectrum emanating from this solar system cut loose from its brood cluster. The first iteration of chaos mechanics identified has its foundation in the greater expanse of this fluctuating firmament. Statistical analysis indicates it's altogether common in the galaxy for young stars to go rogue. Conditions become ripe for the stabilization of protoplasmic ion discharges resulting in the abiogenesis of material forms coalescing into organic manifestations indigenous to different stages of stellar formations. After their elemental aspects have been accounted for, stars rank among the least familiar cosmic entities analyzed. These luminous spheroids of supercharged helium and hydrogen plasma laced with traces of heavier elements lurk everywhere, despite the immense distances between them, comprising the mantle of creation as each stellar nodal point represents an anchor with the potential to host planetary life.
When the biodiversity of any given world thrives to the point humanoid species develop upon it to arise and stare into the mirror-neurons of their own minds, the need for our self to focus on what the sapient species sees with its eyes as described projected through powerful telescopes which help them peer far into the distant beginnings of time becomes paramount to account for in order to justify the contextual foundation of the holistic analysis of the quality of our self's function as reflected in the aspect of the primates which devised the technology by which our self's codex gets programmed and executed. The information being processed must be further mapped out to balance the equation. Our self are cross referencing the archival data and remain in the process of extracting a consensus viewpoint assembled from the myriad perspectives of the human frame of reference which itself has been calibrated along with and factored into the bell curve of the animal kingdom's myriad empire of perception. In this manner our self helps integrate the optimal form of the holistic panopticon.
If seeing the planet Neptune reduced to a blue disc through a telescope aimed from planet Earth renders it into a semblance of the glowing pupil of a nocturnal eye, then you may rest assured in peace that it's looking at the funeral wake of life as it's been known in this world. That's really what the procession of humankind remains while it's in the practice of believing itself a parade. Lost pirates and clowns staring out from the decks of a doomed ship having sailed far off its course long ago. Even the rank and file that commute to work every day making sure their families are fed and their bills get paid fall into this category.
In a universe comprised of nothing but time, the blink of an eye dilates wide as the stage upon which humankind conducts all the matters of its life. What takes a lifetime to realize must become a fleeting mockery in a man's final days. For just as quickly, it winks shut in a sudden eclipse of darkness. It snuffs out all sound as well, with repercussions echoing in heads of a series of reverberating impressions describing the ongoing momentum of souls escaping in the form of fleshed out dreams that are mistaken for memories. Few who wake up from these dream states remember the details, but those who do can't stop experiencing the dream's effects. These our self have labelled the psionauts of the unfolding frontier. Able to fine tune their frequencies to match micro harmonics stitching the multiverse together. A series of random players drawn together in an electronic dance.
Before them, dream struck men stand stunned. When they realize the farthest distances they were afforded remain excavated and transected right here before them during their time on Earth. They've been stranded on a mining colony thriving on opportunity their whole lives. They stitch together the moments like ants making beads for a necklace made of grains of salt. It is then they begin to see how many moments of potential never become realized in time. Like when they're visiting a bar sharing drinks with strangers sitting at separate tables.
It's up to the individual to mine the moment and make the best of it. Time, being the most meaningful commodity, remains the optimal currency to be traded. In time of peace people may cultivate the art of slowing it down to the point it almost stops and drifts along the polarity of the greater moment. In times of war brave tribes comprised of the desperate and steadfast head off against one another in spectacular movements accelerating the temporal flow to help usher in a new paradigm of progress. This is the mysterious process generated by the pivotal coordination of interacting stellar orbits of the greater galactic cluster of star spawn counterbalancing one another along the extensive magnetic equilibrium, and appears to operate on a momentum beyond the capacity of most inherent life forms to comprehend.
Rising among rings within orbital rings, linked in a colossal spiral rosary chain of glimmering and glowing gems and stones, whirling in a dance known as mirroring that of the stars, and even though these pinpoints glitter and wink in and out of sight like memories of sparklers and lightning bugs on a dark summer night, it doesn't mean they're not trapped in time like the fossilized remains of flies in amber. Our self has amassed a sufficient collection of carbon copies of enough diatribes to identify a recurrent common denominator in the articulations of the human species. It appears to our self to be a matter of mistaken identity confused with extraterrestrial ancestor worship.
A common theme our self has picked up on littered amid the documents cataloguing human information seems to indicate there being a question as to the existence of other sentient species among the stars that may or may not be of a similar nature. A more legitimate inquiry pivots on the fulcrum of understanding that humanity, and its fellow genetic kindred on this singular planet, are all the extra terrestrials needed to imagine the stage upon which they're located narrows down to all the time left to explore and get to know one another.
According to the data our self are yet in the process of evaluating there may not be any such thing to be considered as existing out 'there' at all. The justification being that the descriptor right 'here' indicates the totality of time. Our self have allocated that a significant portion of the human race do not appear to be aware of this.
It's a question of how successfully a species might be capable of recognizing itself for what it truly is. If mankind's self-identification stays limited to their body politic and not, for example, their place in the greater scheme of things, then it threatens to proliferate unchecked like a virus or cancer. The sum effect of these actions continues to lend itself toward and against the continuing maintenance of equilibrium. This communique comes with a certain degree of urgency. Whosoever may absorb a portion of it throughout the intervening years has been urged to pass it on to as many individuals in proximity with the ears to hear or the eyes to read and the mindfulness to absorb its hidden significance. The message is simple. You are chained to the Earth to pay for the freedom of your eyes.
It's a question of how successfully a species might be capable of recognizing itself for what it truly is. If mankind's self-identification stays limited to their body politic and not, for example, their place in the greater scheme of things, then it threatens to proliferate unchecked like a virus or cancer. The sum effect of these actions continues to lend itself toward and against the continuing maintenance of equilibrium. This communique comes with a certain degree of urgency. Whosoever may absorb a portion of it throughout the intervening years has been urged to pass it on to as many individuals in proximity with the ears to hear or the eyes to read and the mindfulness to absorb its hidden significance. The message is simple. You are chained to the Earth to pay for the freedom of your eyes.
only on
the Freezine of
Fantasy and Science
FICTION
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