Discovering The Touch – a short story

Janr’s mind, clinging to oblivion, vaguely began to sense that his whole body was caught in a taut muscular arch insisting upon continuation.  As the reluctant fog slightly cleared from his mind he universe-1044107_640realized he was stretching his lower back,  cramped from a night of being forced to sleep on the hard unfolded convertible couch. He tried ever so gently to initiate a meditative relaxation, to avoid consciousness, but it was futile. The soft rain of his intentions to sleep made the fertile soil of his mind yield a garden of sprouting questions as to why. Consciousness was about to bloom despite his best efforts. Even with years of meditation experience, its narcotic like balm could still be elusive.

He did not want to awaken, even to daydreams he might control, reality today was just too cold and empty! Childhood had been just around the corner and now he was 70 years old and remembering.  This particular remembering was just too painful and confusing.  What had happened to his mind years ago?  Were his emotional daydreams  of pre-adolescence really reborn childhood memories that he had long ago buried to help keep his sanity? He closed his eyes in one last attempt to avoid full consciousness but thoughts that had just broken soil were now tall plants growing and blossoming all around him. His memories of childhood were rapidly filling the landscape and converting the desert plain into what he now recalled looked like the dense Everglades back in the 60’s when he had moved to Miami, Florida. Consciousness was the sunlight illuminating their time-lapse like photographic growth.  There was nothing he could do about it.

strangler.fig.goole.for.ruesHe wondered, was this experience something that happened to your brain about this time in life,  when you were 70 or so years old?  Like it or not memories long buried with intention, no matter how strong that intention, would blossom into being or depending on their content crawl from their graves like strangling vines that could not rest in peace.

One such vine like memory engulfed a tree,  soon  its dendritic crawlers found other trees and quickly they networked to claim a forest. The vines were memories,  the reborn but familiar memories of alien thoughts, alien sensations, alien amusement that he sensed as a child. He was just in middle school when it began. He still recalled resenting it!  He mentally dug in the soil to unroot them but out came more vines painting pictures of the invasion that other young people did not appear to sense and he wondered why did they not perceive it? Were they blind or where they just lying about their telepathic skills for some reason?  Was this knowledge not allowed for children? Would they admit it when he was older?

The vines blossomed and their hypnotic scent took over Janr’s thoughts. Wondering ceased and he was young again. He was walking down the street called Calle Doce De Octubre in Hato Rey, Puerto Rico with the Sun just coming up on his left.  Mitsy was tugging excitedly at the 5 foot chain on her body harness as she sought the next blade of grass with a message from another dog. As he looked down the street to his right he could see 12 year old  Lecticia Delacruz swinging up and back on the porch swing chair in the front of her home.  As he watched her long brown curly hair float in the breeze of her movement, he wished he could be there with her.  She had been suddenly friendly to him when Janr came to call on Junior, her brother, to go out and fly kites.  She had in fact hung around them and tried to distract Janr from his kite flying.  She had snuck up and tickled him,  run by and pulled the kite string making it dance and even tossed water at him from her refilled soda bottle. It had made no sense until today.  Today as he watched her long legs stretch forward and backward to propel her chair he noted her skirt rise in the breeze and had a funny unfamiliar hunger creep through his body. For some reason he just wanted to be on the chair with her and gently touch those long muscular legs. He was embarrassed by these odd thoughts he had never contemplated before and would not share them; however his privacy would soon be invaded!

As images of his hand gently caressing the sensuous curved muscles of her thighs imagined themselves into being so did another uninvited energy.  He had sensed this intrusion before, it was like someone uninvited looking over your shoulder. He was awakening to the annoying sixth sense of being watched in a secretive fashion. He was too young to put it into adult words but he too had been the secret observer himself at times. Janr then recalled such an incident. When watching birds flying overhead, he had wished he could see through dove’s eyes as they soared above the palm trees and then it had happened, he did!  He recalled walking Mitsy as he was doing now doing and feeling her wet nose touch the blades of grass. Then the world would burst into a kaleidoscope of  dogs of many shapes and forms until Mitsy found the one who had left the message.  This thought lead to another reminding him of the night before. He recalled being half asleep under the mosquito netting hanging from his bedposts.  His body’s  muscles were heavy with oncoming sleep but his mind still alert. It was then he sensed something flittering through his mind with the gentle touch of a butterfly, it was looking at his day’s memories. With fascination, he watched it watching him and he was able to sense its thoughts.  It wondered what were the picture images of his days experiences and what sort of anatomical feature could allow such perception?  It wondered what his hands were like to use and what they would have sensed if they had touched the other beings body? Then it sensed Janr watching it and it was gone!

Janr told his mom the next morning about his dream. She said, it was a family thing to have odd and creative dreams. She said to just ignore them and they would go away. As Janr ate his Corn Flakes and slices of fresh cut mango, he recalled his mom playing with the Ouija WeeGee Board and somehow he knew it would be a long time if ever before the odd sensations of being watched went away.

Janr had buried these memories with exquisitely complex mental tools, developed over years of effort as he had searched for how to mentally survive this intrusion on his privacy.  He had succeeded until this morning.

With the reemergence of his childhood memories, creative concepts to explain the new reality he lived in burst into being as did imaginative solutions to his potential new dilemma. He chose not to worry, after all it did no good, and brushed these thoughts aside. Then he  recalled just a few years back lying on his chiropractor’s adjustment table. There was a hot pack on his lower back ButterFly.Onlyas he waited the ten minutes for her return. It was then he sensed the old familiar touch of a mental butterfly wing but this time it was different! This time the being asked for permission to view his memories.  It was an older man who loved the lady who was Janr’s friend and chiropractor. He sensed Janr’s compassion for his daughter’s current plight and it was this knowledge he was seeking. Janr was sure there was no danger and so he acquiesced, after all this was not an invasion it was a pleading request. The being looked through Janr’s memories of that afternoon with Anne, the chiropractor, and then smiled and thanked Janr, though he had no physical face to smile with.

When Anne returned to complete the treatment, Janr chose to risk sharing his experience with Anne. They had known each other for 20 years and she would know he was not crazy. In addition they were both part of an alternative healing group and were open to new ideas that might lead to healing.  After he told her about his psychic experience, Anne told Janr that her father who was also her bookkeeper for many years, had died nearly a year ago to that date.  He had died at a time when Anne’s associates had bankrupted her practice, her husband had left her alone to support three children and her home had burned down.  He had been concerned for her future and now perhaps he would rest in peace knowing of her rising from the ashes of disaster like the mythological Phoenix.

TheTouch.Butterly.Starburst.highRes.Radio.Image.pngJanr had slowly learned from these kinds of experiences. He now realized that disembodied travelers could not control a body, as learning to use muscle that was not yours was very complex. They also could not see through eyes that were not theirs.  All they could do was look at your memories and wonder, if you let them. He decided to stop fighting off the growing forest of old memories. Seventy years later, he did not feel invaded, he now had mastery of his mind and could invite or deny; he wondered what it would be like to again soar with the Eagles?

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Did you enjoy this paranormal experience?  If so read The Touch, now on Amazon.com.

Janr

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A Writing Experiment – no dialogue

NO DIALOGUE: The text below is the beginning of a sci-fi  D-trip journey as used in my many fiction stories.  I have wondered how it would seem if the hero’s in my stories were at first dumbfounded by the shift from Earth into the D-Dimension.  Here is a fun experiment aimed at taking  you there with them, but without their saying a single word of dialogue:

janrs-LogoWe arrive rather suddenly and were instantly both fully immersed in the D-dimension (immersed being way to mild a word in retrospect).  It seemed so intense and palpable that imagining the physical world we had just left, was most difficult. I tried to picture my lab which we had just left seconds ago, but found it nearly futile as the D-Dimension stimulated all my senses at once. The overload of images and sensation in my mind  made me recall years earlier sharing a writing room (a study) with my wife. I recalled  trying to read a complex story on my computer screen as my wife’s computer frequently and randomly burst into noisy distraction that popup commercial videos created. Back then  concentration on my reading was shattered by the intentional distraction of commercial intrusion.  The D-Dimension, though in no way intentionally disruptive,  was so captivating and full of random pulses of energetic change that trying to picture my physical world was interrupted by its strange but overpowering sensations and magnificence.  The “real” world had faded  out and the D-Dimension faded in with a whisper rapidlly became a roar as we arrive above the Earth in outer space wearing nothing but our skin and no protection from the vacuum I knew could kill us in seconds.

Just looking down on the Earth below was breathtaking; but, my first instinctive reaction upon arrival was to sense that I had fallen off a cliff and was tumbling downward at unaccountable speed!  Of course  that was just because the massive Planet Earth, filling 40 percent of my view below, was alive with motion and spin and I lay floating in space upon nothing but vacuum. I recalled the pilots saying, “we fly by the seats of our pants for security.”   Now I knew what that meant!

The huge blue globe beneath my feet turned slowly while clouds above covered its drifting continents like the magical veils used by Oriental dancers. Sunlight sparkled and pranced on and off the floating cloud banks setting them on fire or just burning their edges; but, this was just the most normal appearance of the D-Dimension.  The hypnotic beauty of this splendor was accentuated by my awareness of the nakedness, of my body lying in empty space, suspended on buffeting winds of gravitational force from the Earth, the Moon and the Sun. All that seemed to lift me above the Earth like a Hawk sailing effortlessly in the morning winds of the south Florida dawn. On the other hand the Hawk was in control and I had no idea how to respond to these waves of non-physical interaction. Fortunately they tossed me around as gently as a feather in a mild breeze and I discovered that I could balance myself against them by just thinking it so.  Yes I could feel space rise and fall as it turned and twisted in the gravitational well of the Earth. Why not?  I had no mass.  

Occasionally I would find myself not breathing because of unreasonable and unconscious fear.  It took a while to register that no  space suit was needed, despite my instinctive expectation of having all air sucked from my lungs by the black vacuum around me.  I had to remind myself that I was only there in the form of energy,  within a universe of energy and nothing could suck the air from my lungs as there was nothing physical in me or in space.  

From behind me however, the Sun at my back felt like a pelting rainstorm on a hot sunny day. It reminded me of storms we used to call sun showers.  I could feel the constant beat of every form of energy radiation the sun could emit pulsing and hammering as it collided with and past through my ghostly form and then on to interact with that radiation emitted by the Earth.  Each ray had a distinct taste, smell and texture that so overwhelmed the senses that for moments the Earth below vanished as my mind was drawn to  focus upon just what the Sun was saying to me. It spoke in a foreign language seemingly accentuated with ferocious intent and multisensory tongues. X-rays and Gamma rays  stung and burned like bee stings, until you acclimated to their roar. They came in loud bursts like waves beating the sand on a stormy day but much faster. Sometimes they soared up the scale of intensity and sounded like thunder claps or a jet breaking the sound barrier.  Paradoxically some of the radiation had texture and flavor, some quite intense.  Burst of them reminded me of the orange flavoring  used by my grandmother to make cod liver oil more palatable but served on a spoon that seemed to rust between dosages.  Then there was the eerie smell of mustard and hot dogs.  I have to say it made me salivate somewhere where I actually had a tongue and mouth.  But here I was not sure what it was other than my mind trying to synchronize my senses with energy that it had never experienced before.  I remembered suddenly watching my very young daughter trying to touch the rings of a clown suspended above her in the play pen.  She tried for two weeks off and on to get those chubby little arms and  pudgy fingers to grab the clown’s ring like feet. When she finally succeeded, it was the first time in her life she ever laughed!  Like her, my mind was trying to make sense out of what  I was in touch with but not yet understanding. 

When I turned and gazed at the Sun, I could see rings of multicolored energy exploding from its surface in waves of vastly varying frequency.  The dark pulses were gravitation, the distortion of space-time.  Pulses of  solar gravitational fluctuation as they arrived however felt like sitting in front of a base speaker at an old rock concert. My whole body reacted to this sound as if being hit by an unseen wind gust; however,   the deep bass note had its own unique sound and one so deep I could not relate it fully to hearing.  

All in all, and somewhat perplexing, the bath of energy made the empty space somewhat less disorienting. I thought this might be because after awhile this energy substance allowed me to feel suspended in something more secure than falling down an elevator shaft as first impressions on arrival above the Earth created.  Like a hot bath that at first stung, little by little the environment was feeling more lukewarm  and more like a friend than an enemy.  I wondered if this was what birth felt like to a neonatal human whose mind was way too developed?

 

“Little evil would be done in the world if evil never could be done in the name of good.”

I love this above quote from Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach, but I wonder what the real consequences might be of attempting to enact its words?   I say this because I wonder,  if her eloquent sounding statement actually has any “real meaning”  when we consider the possibly undefinable words it relies upon, “good and evil.”

If  the end of evil, in the name of good,  became a reality, would the basis for many of our best adventure stories vanish like fog in the morning sunrise?   In our most dramatic stories and plays, from ancient times onward, it is essentially the battle between good and evil that occupy center stage, despite the actor’s exuberant strutting and stammering.  Not to say there would not be enough to write about.  Just living, surviving, exploring, advancing society and technology, challenging the limits of our existence, reaching out to the beckoning call of the sea of space, to name just a few………..  would surely be enough to write about.  Just one type of “evil” would vanish, that being the actions of one being or group of beings, against another of opposing opinions or values.

This concept of  the “end of evil in the name of good”  makes me wonder  what is “evil?” How do we define “evil?”  We won’t touch this much right now as it has been debated for centuries and appears clearly unresolved to intellectual thinkers, though perhaps not so to religious ones!  Yet,  Marie, personally,  had no problem with expecting that evil could be defined by someone; If not, her quote makes no sense!

If we step away from living entities performing evil what else is evil?  Is there evil?  One enticing thought that comes from this discussion is can we define death as evil?  Perhaps it is unjust to call death an “evil”  after all, we don’t know what death is because we don’t know what comes after it (at least other than by faith), just before it.  However, this is a whole other subject and likely a floating away from the torrentouous  sea of thoughts that Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach’s words, seem to have set astorm.

But back to Marie. How many times can you look back on history and see that a war was fought in the name of “good,” but that good appears to have been very one sided?  Perhaps that means that one sided good is another name for “evil.”  In fact this appears to make a lot of sense, when you give it some grey cell time. Does that mean that whatever we do as a nation that we declare is “good” has to be seen by all as good to truly be good?

One of the salient issues of our era, at the moment, is Islamic terrorism. Islamic Terrorists claim that they are on the side of  good,  and those whom they are attacking are evil.  The peace-signWest, mostly Christian and Jewish, in its essential values, sees it the other way around (for the most part). We do not often deny that we have made some poor decisions in our effort to “rescue”  other nations from the villainous grips of tyrannical leaders. History is replete with good guys waging war on evil.  We hope history will see us as the good guys. Maybe Marie’s statement is nonfunctional because of its dependencies?  Should we consider perhaps that forceful actions taken in the name of “good” are the issue and not the definition of good? In that case, evil might not be done if warfare was not allowed!

If only we could agree to ban war as a method of “overcoming evil” can you imagine how we might resolve our differences?  We might even be able to throw out trying to define good and evil.  Martin Luther King, amongst other good company, championed the concept of war free conflict (non-violent protest in his case). It does produce results, even without a martyr. Unfortunately the rioting thugs (who like to be misidentified as Afro-Americans, don’t know enough about the great men like Martin Luther King).

Perhaps a potentially better statment (though longer)  than hers might be considered.

  • Little evil would be done in the world if evil never could be done in the name of good”  might become…
  • “little evil would be done in the world if warfare, of any sort,  was not permitted in an effort to replace perceived evil with perceived good.  

Warfare is also not so easy to define.  Is economic warfare war?  Is political manipulation and destabilization of nations war?

If we could ban “warfare”  of most types, it could potentially make for a great story. However, considering that the “natural order of our universe” appears to be the  survival of all living creatures who are dependent upon a hierarchy of species dominance and a food chain, it strains credulity.

Somewhere in our universe I know this story is being played out.  Ah…but to witness it in person and learn its secrets!  My exploration of this issue and slowly upcoming story currently labeled “The Carrnegg”  is an attempt to visit this time and place…….  stick around.

 

Explain It To Your Grandmother!

Science Fiction Is Fact,  Before It Can Be Proven.

— You may quote me on this.  Does this statement mean that anything you can conceive of,  can be and will be a reality?   Without spending the time it would take to explain this to my grandmother,  I will tell you that I believe the answer is yes!  In infinity, for example,  there are an unending number of “shades of you” on an unending number of worlds, much like our world, but different from the one you are now on.  Each world  just varies in “its nature” much as candles do in their light when you sit between two mirrors and watch the one candle next to you trail off into infinity in limitless iterations of  its fractal like images……..
As a hint to those of you who like science, are intrigued by this statement and like being swept away in hours of thought,  consider the implications of the fairly well accepted statement that our world is infinite. One of my favorite people,  Albert Einstein, said that,  “You do not really understand something until you can explain it to your grandmother.”   I believe this is true.  The only part that Einstein left out was that it could take hours to explain it to your grandmother. Not to mention the more difficult task of keeping her awake through the process.
A while back I gave up explaining things that took me hours to understand; well at least for the most part…. this compulsion often overcomes my minimal wisdom.   Over many years of college, I have listened to a few egotistic college professors babble on and on, from a position of their intellectual superiority, attempting to share their great knowledge with us commoners.  They either put me to sleep or I skipped their classes and read the text books in my dorm (a privilege supposedly allotted to us nerds who are out of high school).  I certainly do not want to be looking or even
smelling like them in my writing .  However,  I could not help but be attracted to the concepts that most of the great teachers spent their life focused on, learning for the joy of learning and the sea of thoughts it’s rains of concepts produced.
On the expostulating  side of things and as a better way of communicating complex thoughts oftenwalt_disney_1946-andmickey-mouse contradicting “common knowledge,” I chose to listen to the words of a far wiser man than these few long winded college professors,  Walt Disney.
Walt said,  “I would rather entertain someone  with the hopes of educating them then to educate them with the hopes of entertaining them.”   With great respect for a man who changed the world in a positive way and brightened all our lives;  I humbly strive to be walk in his shoes,  knowing I may never be able to fill them. I write Sci-Fi,  and hope that I entertain you and keep you up at night for hours of silent thought wondering, “could it be true?”   Why not start here with wondering could it be true? Every story I write is fiction (from the common point of view) but not from mine!  What about yours?  Are you willing to “expand your mind” without the drugs that were so alluring to those of us who grew up in the 60’s?
… Janr Ssor

Thinking Outside The Box – Creative Ideas

In response to the question – “Where do the unusually creative ideas come from?”

I don’t know what your mind is like; as I have never been in it. All I know is my friends tell me that I do not think like them.

Wherever I have been involved in any organization’s leadership (many times) or just time with friends, people end up telling me,  “you think outside the box.” Those who really know me well say, “you live outside the box.” From most people this is a compliment occasional it could be a less positive comment; but in my case, I have never cared.

Reviews of my writing periodically involve comments about my creative suggestions and again outside the box thinking.  It is simple, this is who I am.  My books and short stories have simply flowed from my fingers. No matter how outrageous the story, there seems no limit.  In other words,  I do not believe in “writer’s block.”

I have always chosen to live in change and challenge.  When I write a story it does not go through the process some writers  are taught about planning,  outlining and finally filling in the details.   I simply start writing about something that has come to mind at 4:30 AM, quite often. What is really exciting is that as I write the story,  I am reading it for the first time!  It is as if someone is telling it to me and I am taking

notes.

If you have ever enjoyed reading an exciting story (and I hope you have),

World of Magic. Female portrait with abstract world in hand

World of Magic. Female portrait with abstract world in hand

this is almost exactly my experience writing it! As for the “out of box thinking,” I don’t actually think this was a conscious choice.  My mom had this genetic thing that she gave to me and so does my daughter.  My mom did a lot of writing and she was always up at 4:00 in the morning.  Though she did not share much with me (we did not see eye to eye),  she did say however that it was quieter, early in the morning, when the noise of everyone’s minds thinking were not there. Now there is something to think about!

I wake up at 4:30 AM and have these ideas or hypnagogic
dreams that are more real than reality.  From these experiences,  I often begin writing.  If a story ever seems to stop,  I take a long walk or bike ride and it begins writing itself again.  My lifestyle is not “normal” either and I like it that way.

At least for the last 5 or 6  years, for breakfast I have salads with some protein in them.  Lunch is “normal”  but I do not do dinner or meet socially for dinner.  I believe that dinner is a modern invention of civilization created to please restaurant owners. It is much like shopping for Christmas presents for 6 months before Christmas is an economic contrivance.  Eating after 4:00 pm,  in my opinion is bad for your health.  It denies your body an opportunity to clean itself as it does when fasting.  This is where the term Break-fast came from.  In primitive times,  as we evolved, most of us ate during the day when we could forage for food or hunt.  In the evening we rested and fasted.  Yes I know there was fruit and nuts that you could store, even in a cave.  Our bodies have evolved around this paradigm, but we follow that created by the electric light and food as pleasure culture. …….. a topic for another day.

In any case,  I sat down to write about 4:30 am, I think.  If you have studied Rosicrucian literature, as I have, you will know the secret system for solving problems.  I find that the answer comes at 4:30 am.

My next book is now 80% created.  It is called (for now) “The Carnneeg.”   I may publish some early chapters of it on a site like Booksie.   We shall see.  If so you will find the links on the social media,  like Facebook  or Twitter.

Dragons In Your Past Life

One of my favorite colleagues in my circle of healers is Saunra Blum who uses past life regression as a tool for Dragon Vector Illustrationhealing illness.  I have had he pleasure of experiencing 3 past life regressions with Saundra’s Help.

In one I experienced a world where there were tamed flying dragons.  It puzzled me and amused my colleagues (it was a group past life regression with 9 of us present).

For a long time I wondered how I could have lived in a place where there were flying dragons that we used for warfare?

After all, there is no evidence of flying dragons in our current shared reality.  The closes we can come is a pterodactyl and that was a long way too far back in time.

If you have ever experienced past life regression you know it can be fairly believable.  Your final thoughts at your death is what leads you to your karma of today, unfinished business from your last life.

footsteps sand of timeI do believe that past life regression does in fact represent real experience.  Some believe it is a fantasy that helps us understand our issues of today and as such can serve as a quicker form of psychotherapy.  In either case it works!  People are often healed in the hands of an experienced healer,  like Saundra.

For the unbelievers, there is always the great documentation of those who described their experience in detail and then searched the Earth for proof of their existence and found it corroborated in great detail.  For those who have not done much reading in this regard,  I suggest Saundra’s book,  “Foot steps through the sand of time.”

In our growing understanding of reality, we do not just live in an infinite universe but in a multi-verse!  There are more than one, probably infinite universes!   In the view of authors like Elisebeth Haich reality is a dream and anything we can dream is reality.  One of my favorite actresses, Shirely McLain,  described this in her book “Out On A Limb.’

To my delight this concept is a cental theme in  my book Timeless Search, which explores the birth of a new multi-verse and it potential confusing concepts.  What I write as sci-fi fantasy,  I believe is in fact reality in timless searchanother plane of existence.  More and more evidence is arising to confirm this.  But, back to my stable of flying dragons, in a war in which my side lost.  Now I know how the dragons exist!  So do you.

Janr

 

 

 

Alternative Realities That Share A Consensus!

When I was about 15 years old and living in Miami Fla, I was in the center of the Hippy Era.  We wanted you to “blow your mind”  and expand your thinking.  I chose to do this without drugs and here is a highly entertaining opportunity to do so legally :-), by watching Nassim Haramein!   Here is why I hope you do so:

When I was very little, about 5 years of age, I did not have imaginary “friends” as some did, but I did have “visitors”  that wanted to know about my world.  When they looked at my world, I got a vague glimpse of their world.  It is long ago and I have forgotten most of what I sensed.  Sometimes it was so strange as to be nonsensical or it seemed I did not have the sensory apparatus and experience to comprehend it.  As you get older, people tell you that if you have imaginary friends you are “crazy” or donna the butlers wifethey tell you it is time to grow up and stop living in imagination.  Like most of us I chose to conform and did so.  However,  every now and then the dimensions of space/time that I was denying,  to become more  acceptable to my peers,  decided to come and interrupt my “sanity.”  Oddly enough in many cases it provided information that I need.  Information that then  made my life much better and information that was simply not otherwise available. Sometimes it did nothing and was just a vague brief experience of another consciousness.

Many years, degrees, honors and human interactions later,  despite my total disbelief in many of  the fundamental principles of physics, theology and philosophy, I have managed to be a functional part of what I view as a society based on misinformation. Misinformation?  When you teach we are all one and God is withing and then kill our neighbor for praying differently, you have to admit there is something wrong!  Anyway,  to my delight, I have finally found a physicist who, like me, believes the fundamental structure of physics and the theological and philosophical underpinnings of our thinking is based on erroneous assumptions.  I have been delighted!  I have found someone who sees the world as I do and even better is using mathematics and physics to prove it.  Nassim Haramein is a one many revolution traveling around the world speaking and sharing his world changing viewpoint of reality with a goal of building a consensus amongst people whose minds are not to bogged down in education dove_peace-5555pxto be open to changes in fundamental thinking!   What is the value?  Well consensus driven by enough people can bring about change through the unity of all of us, that Nassim Haramein is proving on a daily basis.  When we all understand that we are really one as the greatest minds in history taught, then there will be no value or meaning in killing your neighbor because he prays differently. There will be no sense to terrorism by martyrdom and vests of bombs.  We will know that a rocket exploding on your home does not open the Gates Of Heaven for 10 martyrs to ascend.  We will have a chance for real peace on Earth and transcendence for humanity.

I encourage you to watch this Excellent series of 6 lectures by Nassim Haramein in Barcelona, Spain and help build the consensus for world peace,  while entertaining yourself with the simple and humerus communications of a man who can make the complex simple.  A man who as Walt Disney said, “would rather hope to entertain you with the hopes of educating rather then educate you with the hopes of entertaining.

Each video is about an hour long. I recommend you watch it while on a treadmill, exercise bike etc. Do an hour at a time. You will expand both your mind and your health.  If you are a man, we always communicate best while moving, at least according to Dr John Gray in “Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus.

Infinite Extrapolation – a very short story

Lounging lazily in my LikeNet  captain’s chair,  I gazed down through the ships expansive synglass window  at a water world, twice the size of Earth, majestically rotating beneath my feet.   Literally beneath my feet as the synglass, which was 10 times stronger than steel, rose from the floor to the 10 foot ceiling height and horizontally,  port to starboard in an expanse that challenged the minds fear of heights.  The apparent image was one of peace and tranquility, something the old blue Earth had almost never known.

waterWorldThis moment of serenity and peace was suddenly shattered as  my grandchildren exploded onto the flight deck like a meteor  shower tumbling, splashing and screaming while floating through every space of the deck  in a torrent of excitement and laughter. Our RV had just crossed 50 light years of space to reach Arcus II, a never before visited planet. Arcus II with very Earth like seas and rich with life was reason enough to be excited; but, even more so was the prospect of soon exploring our new home. Over port holes down the length of our 1,000 foot  ship, this incidence was undoubtedly being repeated over and over by our extended family.   Six hours of space flight was without question more boring than young minds could tolerate.

Jonathan tumbled across the cabin doing slow motion pinwheels and planted himself like a starfish on the front synglass deliberately obscuring my view.  He burbled enthusiastically, “grandpa, when is splash down?’   This was,  of course, the thought on everyone’s mind.  He then gleefully launched himself with all his might at his father, floating by the entry port 30 feet away.

Beyond the startling image of our new home below, everyone was focused on the ships Aura created by the black holes warp field. The torus of magnetic flux from the Haramein Warp drive was rapidly cooling, as evidenced by the visibly shrinking aura of spectral fluctuations around our ship; it would be safe to descend soon.  They all knew the signs and Jonathan’s question was really rhetorical.

Our new home had none of the  above water land masses of Earth.  At times a large patch of land, might show its topmost edge just above sea-level near the Northern pole and then vanish. In essence, there was no dry land.  Its Ocean’s  depth varied far more than that of our home world, Earth.  Yet millions of years of research had proven we could easily tolerate the heavier gravity, deep oceans and new food supply.  Our ship was outfitted with everything we would need to start our new colony.  It was the mission Nassim Haramein had envisioned when he realized humankind must escape Earth in some form or face destruction by catastrophic accident.

Nassim Haramein had changed the world with his refusal to accept the basic underpinnings of old Earth Physics.  However, the world could no longer question his assumption that space was full of infinite density, not an empty vacuum,  and we were just a manifestation of its creation.  The first proof was the Casimir effect then came a rapid succession of high frequency electromagnetic devices that tuned in to the tetrahedral resonance of easily contained small black holes. Suddenly energy was ubiquitous and space time travel was limitless.

As I thought back to the late 21st century,  I recalled the biggest ethics issues of the century was how to avoid contaminating the incredible worlds of life that were abundant and now easy to reach.  Terraforming was quickly forbidden by the world council.  It would be much easier to Genetically modify our structure to fit in with the new home planet’s and far more ethical.  Here again, black hole technology fulfilled that need.  In 2024,  Janr Ssor had invented the  Resonant Temporal Crystal Computer (RTC computer).  Since difficulty acquiring information at any distance or time was meaningless in a black hole,  the RTC computer could capture all the information contained in a distant world, add some variables such as a new GMO organism and watch a million years of its future evolution to see the outcome. It could do this millions of times in a split second, making simulations a thing of the past, after all, every possibility existed in an infinite universe, a black hole.  By combining our chromosomes with those of this new world we had been designed to fit into the environment with little or no impact.  As odd as it was on Earth, to have a second chromosome pair with a silicon base, here we would be well at home.

While lost in my reminiscence, our ship had begun its automatic descent and I was awakened from my reverie by the water line rapidly rising over our window.   30 minutes later, we completed our splash down, 1 mile beneath the surface waters.   As I pressed the release button, that was now functional, the doors rose upwards with the grace that all things move in deep water.  The thousands of members of my extended family swam and cavorted with glee into the warm embrace of our bright new home worlds waters.

I turned to look back at our Resonance Vehicle and wondered when we would meet another race of space fairing beings.  In the polished metal, I saw my reflection. I did not look much different from the Gilled Women kisses fishbrothers and sisters born of Earth.  My eyes were twice their size, my head 50 % longer but this was mostly behind my face and so had little effect on my facial appearance.   Two dots for a nose and large neck gills were quite different but that was what was needed for life an Arcus II.  Suddenly it dawned on me, I had just met another space fairing race.

 

Janr

 

(artwork by: captainsarasparrow)

My Favorite Author

My favorite author is Issac Asimov. I love his character R. Daneel Olivaw as in the Robot and Foundation series: The Caves of robotSteel, The Naked Sun, Robots and Empire, Prelude to Foundation, Foundation and Earth. Is seems to me that Asimov created a new world, lived in it and shared his experiences with us.

I am a relatively new author of sci-fi but I can identify with, what I believe, Asimov did to write his books. Which is live in the world of your writing and see what transpires.

Don’t know if you ever noticed the talented kids in your middle school class who were drawing all kinds of great sketches while the teacher’s monotonous voice droned on and on. Though you may have when the teacher ripped up their art and embarrassed them in public. These are the people who create great stories and art.

Orson Scott Card, created some of his best fiction by doodling and creating a symbolic world,  that just had to be lived in. Then he found characters that knew how to  live there. Whether he was one of them I am not sure, but he surely reported back to us on their lives.

Like the doodlers, I have frequently lived in another world and for me it often happens at 2:00 a.m.  When I awake,  I get a great idea and write it down for the time the sun comes up. The funny thing,  for me,  is I find my books write themselves in this way. Once I draw the landscape, as Orson Scott Card did, but in my mind alone, inhabitants, who I now know well, come and live in it.  They act on their strengths and weakness to live their soon to be revealed lives.

As odd as this may sound, I can then read my story when it is finished and it is almost as if I had never written it. I end up being a big fan of my stories. What I am waiting for is to like mine better than Asimov’s.

Janr Ssor

Free EBooks! – 14 days only

To Celebrate the publication of my 8th Book, THE FINAL WAR  I am giving away  free book purchase coupons for the next two weeks…only.

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These are the 4 stories: “The Touch” explores the meaning of death and its consequences, in “A First Child’s Plan” Mars has a hidden history that will change our future forever, “The 4 Elements Of War” are dramatically unique mystical warfare that determines Earth’s future and finally “A Second Date”, is a human experience with rediscovering love.