Inside the projected atmosphere everything was nourished. An invisible field of highly
charged atoms that regulated the influx of sunrays and the outflux of oxygen
covered Druan. A very advanced device, the capsulator, which was now being
tried out for the first time, created the atmosphere. Druan was in the Gamma
region, a massive blue planet about the size of the earth’s sun, and covered by
rugged mountains and deep wide valleys. It was the closest planet to twin stars
that rotated around each other. These stars had a destiny closely tied into the
plans of the Trinomial Foundation. Scattered across Druan were interconnected
micro cities that lit the planet’s surface in a web of multi-colored light. The
web of civilization spread its claws through the valleys, and weaved around the
steep mountains that loomed above it. Persia was on one of these mountains
studying the rotation of the twin stars for the Trinomial council that was
meeting 45,000 feet below in the Essential Organization Chamber located in the
center of Velaria, the capital of Druan. “If
the stars come too close together we may miss the opportunity to create the
rift, to end the suffering of the lowly species of this universe, and actualize
our purpose.” The Trinomial Director of Druan sat at the head of the group of
Humans, and Melidians who floated in contained anti-matter weightless chairs
that were aligned into a triangle, the official symbol of the fellowship.
Observing the silence that followed the director’s statement, Persia’s uncle,
the Directors number one assistant, initiated another group meditation in hopes
to stimulate a breakthrough. Shifting into the Melidian posture, and putting
his index fingers together with his thumbs he shut his eyes in unison with the
group, and simultaneously they all entered the infinite realm of their inner
selves.
Chapter 2 Outside
in the coolness of the capsulated atmosphere, and under the vastness of the cosmos
sat a man named Hyatt. Curled up in a tight ball almost wrapped in the gloom
that nestled into the alley he quivered at random intervals. He had traveled a
long way to reach the Gamma Region and especially Druan, the most protected and
secretive location in the universe. And this was for very good reasons. Hyatt
stretched his mind back into the depths of his past. Years of dedicated work on
the Trinomial council rewarded with prizes and awards of honor for his
good-hearted theorems most of which only helped perpetuate this ghastly plan.
Feeling somewhat responsible and somewhat vengeful for their progress, and plan
to eliminate him, Hyatt was determined to use his genius to stop this ludicrous
plan which he helped develop. Who would have thought that the galactic freedom
of speech would only apply to people who supported the almighty fellowship?
Hyatt parted his long straight hair as he slowly raised himself to a crouching
position. His emerald eyes gleamed as an aerotrain swooshed past him heading towards
Valeria the capital. A familiar smell of smoldering metal was in the air, and
seemed to be coming from some construction work being done around the corner.
That is when he heard the bleep bleep bleep. The gene scanner, a self-contained
laser that spreads itself into a field and automatically received readings on
the gene sequence of every physical being it touches. This in turn is
instantaneously processed into identification, description, and status of
everything in its path. If it scanned Hyatt it would read: fugitive, security
level 8, extremely dangerous, exterminate immediately. Very skillfully, with
the techniques he developed under his master in the Renford region, Hyatt
sprang from his crouching position into a well extended back handspring, mid air
turning on his personal stealth device, and landing feet first then back into a
crouch next to a cold chrome dumpster. As the gene scanner passed over his
muscular scruffy face, and the rest of his body it picked up nothing. Soaring
down the mountain in an aircraft designed for quick planet surface
transportation, Persia looked at some of the results and measurements she had
taken for the Trinomial Foundation. Being the leading scientist, and prodigal
daughter of the first human and Melidian birth, Persia was essential to the
fruition of this plan. Her face was slender, and had mostly human features,
except for the back of her head that extended back into a natural Melidian
shape, almost an oval. Her jet-black hair was long and shiny, and lights from
passing skyscrapers flickered in her dark eyes, as the aircraft entered
Velaria. The
readouts of the gravitational fields created by the twin stars were very
interesting. The two gravitational fields of both stars being so close together
created drastic space warps. It was as if the fabric of space in certain
critical locations, was almost bent over itself, and in this fold the
inter-dimensional doorway could be created. A perfectly timed blast from a
neutron ray would create the rift or doorway through the space time fabric, and
into the place that the Trinomial foundation longed to be. Persia
felt the deep burning desires of the Melidian race, and they seemed to surface
into her waking consciousness. They were a very advanced race that had evolved
quickly on their planet. They had realized many things including their relation
to all other conscious beings in the universe. They were able to perceive the
same bright consciousness pulsate within all species, all beings and all
matter. This vision, and their deeply focused state had allowed them to help
other entities glimpse their own inherent essence; the force behind their existence, that was the same force behind
all movement, action, and energy in the universe. This conscious force that had
expanded itself into a myriad of forms also took the form of time. And this was
the one aspect of the universe that the Melidians and the foundation sought to
escape. To escape time is to exist in eternity. If you are not subject to the
ever-changing reality of space and time, then you become a part of the only
thing that remains the same, and that is eternity. The still breath of all that
exists, the abode of pure energy, and utter unity. In light of the Melidian’s
wondrous accomplishments they were still subject to an inner splinter of
separation. The simple intellectual knowledge of total freedom and the partial
state of illumination left them feeling incomplete. Why would such a merciful
force, that had become all that is, contract itself into lower states of existence?
These were questions that would be answered by the awesome power that would
consume them at their inter cosmic destination. As
the shuttle swerved into the city, the dark blue horizon swallowed the last
drops of light as the twin stars melted into the huge blue mountains. The city
lights streamed past her and as she watched the aerotrains, hover cars, and
passing chrome and bronze structures, all blend into transient lines of energy.
In the micro city she sometimes felt like she was inside of a computer. All of
the foundation divisions, and agencies just performing different tasks in hopes
to control the system, but the hard drive unable to hold the infinite amount of
information present in the system. All the thoughts, and impulses of everyone
on this planet, and the other 2,000 planets controlled by the foundation, were
like little messages transmitted through the software of Persia’s
consciousness. Her gift, the summation of her unique breed, was an intimate
connection to both species: Melidian and Human. She could feel their deepest
wants and desires, but some of this she blocked out. The underground movement
and many other individuals were unhappy with the way things were, but she
refused to use her skills to identify these people. She still had a strong
passion for freedom of expression, but this contrasted with her longing to
fulfill this plan. This created an inner turmoil that she tried to block out.
Standing in the corner of the ship a long dark shadow stretched over her.
Suddenly she heard a loud hollow sound and the ship swayed to the side. Some
thing had attached itself to the ship. She went to the pilot and the cockpit to
evaluate what was happening. “There seems to be a ship underneath us that has
attached itself, and is now sending people through a hyper tube.” The pilot
spun around in his chair. “I can’t seem to shake them so prepare yourself.”
Persia whirled to the sight of three soldiers all in white jumpsuits with green
emblems on their shoulders. The sign for the underground liberation unit. They
had followed her mission to the mountain and now they were trying to kidnap
her. Without thinking Persia launched herself at the soldier on the left side.
Both of her feet landed square into his stomach, as she grabbed his
de-stabilizer gun with her hand one instant before kicking him into the wall of
the cockpit. The soldier next to him went to grab her but was on the ground
unconscious from the de-stabilizing field Persia shot towards him. Meanwhile
the pilot of the ship had skillfully knocked out the third soldier with a spin
kick to the throat. Persia rose slowly from a defensive crouch and scanned the
hatch that the men had boarded through. It was a hole in the bottom of the ship
about 2 feet in diameter that the hyper tube had cut after attaching itself.
The tube also sent men up through it by a pressurized blast of air, so more
could be boarding soon. “You check the hatch. I’ll stabilize the ship and try
to shake of the tube with some maneuvers.” The words slipped out of her mouth
in a smooth order and the pilot followed them at once. Persia, of course, was a
master pilot as well as a fighter, and knew what she was doing. As she grabbed
the controls she heard a “shooooop.” as another man entered the ship. The pilot
grabbed his laser gun, but as he reached for it a flying mechanical blade
severed his right arm. The blade sliced through his arm, and spun back around
like a boomerang through his stomach. After impaling the pilot, it deactivated
and retracted into a ball, which fell onto the floor and rolled next to the
feet of the tall dark figure. The man breathed slowly as he watched Persia turn
around and meet his gaze. From under her dress she shot the de-stabilizer at
him. The waves from the gun that went normally went into the brain of the
victim, rearranging brain patterns to an unconscious state, coalesced around
the man then vanished. He walked slowly towards her, with a confident stride,
and she could see his scruffy muscular face from underneath his dark robe. It’s
Hyatt, she realized, and at that moment she froze. Hyatt, ignoring Persia, went
to the controls of the ship and redirected the destination of the ship, and
then pulled out a device which detached the hyper tube. The ship from
underneath spun off the ship and crashed below in a small explosion of fire,
and chalky smoke. “I travel two million light years to see my beloved, and save
my race and I don’t even get a hug?” Hyatt sat next
to Persia as he spoke to her, and removing his black hood his eyes appeared;
focused emeralds that twinkled with silence and sincerity. Hyatt had learned
from his master the technique of captivating people by his gaze. As he spoke
Persia could hear his words as if they were coming from inside her, and her
eyes clung to his as if their green radiance were flashes of the last sunset
she would ever see. She was strong inside, and she tried to control her
emotions but Hyatt was one of her weaknesses. “Why are you so against freeing
humanity, and the Melidians?” Hyatt took his
gaze from Persia and answered her as he steered the ship to his hideout. “Don’t
you see Persia, what the foundation plans to do is not right? All issues, all obstacles, all limitations
must be worked out here, that is why we are here, and that is the only way to
freedom, true freedom. By suppressing the people, and coercing everyone into
this plan, you are sending everything into an unknown realm, and transcending
space and time physically does not free the bound soul. In fact the teachings,
and guidance of the Melidians all along was not absolutely positive for us
humans. We needed to walk that path in solitude for the most natural unfolding
of our evolution, what you have done is empowered children, and you wonder why
you must result to containment, and conditioning just to maintain this
trinomial foundation, it is a vacation from reality. All desires, and all
actions are caused by that one need. That eternal longing. If you truly believe
that creating a worm hole in space, and using it to split open the dimension
matrix will be the solution, then you are as blind as the others.” Hyatt gracefully reached out to Persia with
one hand on his heart. The other hand touched her hand and as it did she
shivered. “The worm hole stabilizer that I developed, with the knowledge and
consciousness I received from my master, was made for interstellar space
travel. I developed it with a dream. To spread the teachings I have received,
and help everyone experience ultimate reality. What truly exists. Not this
illusion the Melidians have conjured. They have good intentions, but within
them there is a spec of self interest. And for some reason this has formed a
microcosm of illusion from which you need to escape Persia. I see it in your
eyes, I see the conflict, the duty overriding your conscience.” As his last
sentence echoed through her Hyatt landed the craft into a dark warehouse His words seemed to resound within her and
burn her conceptions, and beliefs. She had always believed him, but her mission
to her family, and the foundation was more important to her. That is why she
stayed when he left. Her
readings of the stars, and plans for the time of juxtaposition were spread out
on a circular table while Hyatt and some of his underground affiliates chatted.
Persia was being held in a small comfortable chamber that was Hyatt’s temporary
sleeping quarters. As
Hyatt realized that the time for the inter-dimensional wormhole to consume the
planet was in the next two hours, the outside of the warehouse illuminated in a
wall of blue flame. They had not only located the hideout but they had received
Persia’s findings from a direct transmission she secretly made under captivity.
In two hours the worm hole, billions of miles in diameter, would consume the
planet. In one second the hydrogen fire missile would consume all unprotected
people in the warehouse. Without hesitation Hyatt spun into a back cartwheel,
kicked the open door button to his quarters mid spin and flipped into the room
with a split second touch of the button to close the door behind him. His hair
was on fire and every one in the warehouse was engulfed in flames. Hyatt had
protected his room with titanium plating and this precaution had saved him and
Persia. “The
foundation is a death squad.” Hyatt shouted as he mourned his men. The walls of
the room became orange and then red and glowed with a similar fierceness that
shone in Hyatt’s eyes as they bared down on Persia. :”When will you understand?
Have you forsaken everyone’s lives?”
Persia sat speechless and very still in an almost trance state. Hyatt once again and without hesitation
grabbed Persia at the vital nerve center below her left shoulder leaving her
unconscious. He couldn’t help but notice her beauty as she fell unconscious to
her side, and her long neck lay limp. Realizing that the temperature had
finally fallen, and that the structure that was once the warehouse now lay in
ashes, Hyatt grabbed Persia and ran out the door swiftly. As soon as he exited
he saw small holes zip through the lingering smoke as bullets raced towards him.
As soon as the pilots who were firing them saw his figure with Persia in hand
they halted fire. In a single bolt of adrenaline Hyatt darted through the
rubble and into an alley. The same alley he had crouched in earlier that day
upon arriving at this city. As his thoughts darted and muscles tensed, a small
bead of perspiration ran down the left side of his muscular neck, and slowly
rolled over a vein that pumped blood to his brain which continued to race with
thoughts, calculations, and instincts. The conclusion formed itself, and as the
hovering crafts of the Foundation loomed indecisively, he put Persia down, and
ran across the street two steps ahead of a stream of lasers, and chrome
bullets. Ducking into a narrow adjacent alley, Hyatt left the crafts no choice
but to land and find him by foot. As they exited the ship he swooped from
behind them taking both pilots out with each foot. Before they hit the ground
Hyatt was in the ship closing the hatch. As their limp bodies rebounded from
the impact with the charred street Hyatt had taken off in the ship and was
heading towards Persia. A mechanically controlled arm extended from the ship,
grabbed Persia’s arm and pulled her into the ship in one motion. She landed
softly next to him eyes partly open as he put the shuttle into hyper drive. As
the ship exited the capsulated atmosphere and took off from the planet Hyatt
checked his watch that he had set to time the space/time event. The countdown
was at 15 minutes. The ship he had stolen would not take him to another galaxy,
but he was hoping he could escape this solar system and the boundary of the
worm hole. At that point he could send light messages for help, and try to
revive Persia. Hyatt set the ship at the highest speed possible then went to
the view screen at the back of the ship to witness the birth of a worm hole. As
the last seconds counted down Hyatt woke up Persia to see the event. They would
be the only two biological beings to ever witness this from space in the
history of the universe. The people of the planet who were about to be torn
from their reality would definitely experience it, but the visual effect would
be much different. A small, contained micro neutron beam shot out from the
planet Druan and entered a point in space right between the twin stars where
the beam seemed to disappear. From the point the space around it rippled up as
if hit by a giant raindrop. The matter around the stars seemed to waver like
heat over the crest of a hill on a blacktop road in the midday sun. From the
point of entry, a funnel suddenly formed that seemed to fall in on itself and
then the worm hole formed. The binary stars shuttered, and the mouth of the
worm hole began to suck the corners of the stars into its gaping mouth. As the
space around it bent and warped, Hyatt could almost see a pattern that pervaded
its emptiness. The space around the worm hole took on the form of fabric and he
could feel its connection to time as it unwound itself into the massive pit of
darkness. A darkness that consumed all light, and seemed to have no end. As the
blazing suns began to disappear their last rays of light illuminated the planet
Druan as it approached the worm hole. As the planet entered the wormhole the
walls began to destabilize, and just as it passed the horizon of its mouth the
walls collapsed crushing the planet into pure energy and each atom of the
planets structure combusted and broke down, and the disintegration destroyed
everything on it. The explosion by chance, or will of the universe,
re-stabilized the worm hole that consumed everything including Hyatt’s stolen
ship into its belly. Holding each other as tightly as possible Hyatt and Persia
traveled successfully into the wormhole much like the Melidians had planned for
themselves, and as they entered its infinite darkness a light appeared at its
end. Not the light of a star, not the light of any source ever perceived by
physical eyes, but the light of consciousness. Their bodies disappeared but
their awareness remained, and it melted into this light. Hyatt was no longer
Hyatt. Persia was no longer Persia. Each entity that had taken the form of
individual beings in the past now melted into their true identity. They now
held the form of every physical form in all seven universes, and the sustenance
of the formless, changeless reality of the unknowable source.
Persia's Understanding