FREQUENCIES TRAVELER DECEMBER 27, 2016 "Well," I continue, "Nine thousand years ago, a woman...WHAT WAS HER NAME?... fell or was thrown or pushed or walked or -- ran? -- into a lake of black asphalt. She was unable to get back out. What was she thinking? What was her world's landscape like to HER?" "Not far from La La Land are the remains of ancient sand dunes... water back then? Whale bones have been found inland. What do you envision in your mind's eye? What was it like in HER WORLD... HER REALITY... HER SMART BOX OR LEVEL?" "Pretend? With remains left behind? Do you think?" You are skeptical, maybe. But not entirely. "If we enter a game or box, would it not have props? Scenery? A story line? Even a Pinball Machine has that. Launch yourself... you are the pinball... dodge obstacles and try to get benefits from some pushes. Maybe a little like a Pinball Machine in concept. Sometimes we tilt the machine and game up. But, do we get a replay?...And, for us... questions... Is the SMART BOX there also in her time in parallel fashion?... her world of now-missing waterways -- and our world of speaking street signs -- simultaneously offering alternative views of 'reality?" My mind flashes to a time several years ago when one of those talking street signs first announced to the world that I was standing at the corner of 'Academy Street and Main Street' and then instructed me, the pedestrian, to 'step into the crosswalk.' Only moments before, on espionage frequencies, I had heard a voice inquiring whether or not they... CIA... would be LAUNCHING A MISSILE at me... does that happen to you frequently?...Well, continuing... 'No,' they had been told. Similar was the response when the transmitting voice asked if a submarine at the port in Southeast Georgia would launch anything toward me. They could not, the inquirer was told. They could not launch TOWARD the USA, the continent being their own home port, after all; but, they might launch seaward and maybe, just maybe, some of the sound waves might travel from the vessel's stern and find way to me inland! Out the back! During that same period of months, a Destroyer-vessel almost sailed back to the USA, pausing to reflect upon its destination and to decide that it must TURN ABOUT and AWAY from home. "Well, under this context, you can imagine, 'Step into the crosswalk,' sounded too much like 'Step into the crosshairs' to me. I waited. Declined the opportunity to cross the street at the light. Folks... who have not overheard things like that, coming over advanced technology and not having themselves heard that their own personal name had been 'Targeted'...'Marked'...more than once on some death list... folks would think I should be committed for having such an 'imagination'. They might think such thinking, such ideas, were 'delusional.'" "'Targeted.' Did you get a letter?" a logical question. "Exigent? Some folks nearby received them, but I was not handed one to read. Not likely they would give it to me. No. But I had been already made to be incommunicado, too. So... if they summoned me, I never got it. I had been put on some kind of list. Certain things begin to happen to people whose names, whose identities, are put on such a list. Death seems to be the end-result desired and can come immediately or there may be intervention and delay. One hopes for rescue. The events for me were many and maybe I will tell you some. But, not today. I want to think about manifestation and the gift of imagination." You are content to switch topics a little bit. "I question. Why?-- when such beauty could be manifest -- why spend the gift of imagination and manifestation on Weapons of Mass Destruction?" "It's all relative," you offer. "Neutral. Since one can create or destroy and recreate, where is the harm?" "I follow a type of your idea. If it is a simulation, a construct in which we serve as Avatars, then it possibly could be destroyed and recreated and the game replayed. But, if it is "Real life" or if "real, alive, humans enter or become trapped within an otherwise virtual reality or augmented reality? Then? Have I become too attached to creation, then? I don't care for destructive events. I remember that I reminded some people once that, even those who indulge their destructive urges are still inherently 'creators.' They wanted to know who I thought, at the end of it all... would be the 'last man standing'? Creation or Destruction? I reminded these destroyers that they spend time 'creating destruction' or 'building war machines.' Ultimately, they create. But, so often, it is like the illustration of the Tao Symbol, in which half is light, half dark, while both sides have a wormhole into the other side and the cycles alternate ascendancies to power. We are, ultimately, among other things, those wormholes, tunnels, entry points and exit points, nexus. We are frequency devices, radios, ourselves. listeners and broadcasters." I pause again. You are tired, I see. Maybe I am tired also. "So, what difference does it make if I step into the crosshairs or decline? When one is a lightbeing, how is one a channel for the light?" I breathe. "Same question?" You look like it is time to put a comma in the sentence, as they say. "You say that he said, 'You know a little something. Right?" 'Little?" It is time to go... darkness and evening have arrived. NEXT PAGE Copyright 2016-2022. Asha of Antares.Asha Ariel Aleia.All Rights Reserved. Background courtesy: Asha Ariel Aleia | |||||