chronikon current communication whole system level before next level

2004-02-29 9:40 a.m. SHARD OF THE INFINITE EXPANSES (PT.1) symbient archive supplemental: class: personal archive: level 1: limited access agent: neto cross temporal network shard tangent: it starts out fuzzy. i remember pieces, tiny sections of what was an eternity of seamless flows. lost in a fog. rowing. waves like rising and falling walls. bailing. heaving. holding on. gales. i clutch my compass. the night sky is covered in clouds.rain. swelling. pounding. hull exploding. floating. swimming. going under. drowning. drowning. drown....in...g awake in white sand a dome of pearl and marble the sea outside in the sky inside dry stairs lead in spirals towards spires inlay of lapis inordinately intricate symbols interwoven in alabaster scripts and sequences engraved into the walls tones resounding in perfect frequencies a harmonik overtone a combination of waveforms reverberating thru the hallways crystal chamber immense and clear a completely transparent membrane looking out into the sea these creatures pale skin bluish, almost grey dressed in cerulean robes holding orbs communicating their thoughts thru them a projection screen like a translucent layer over the background and layers upon those with symbols and numbers diagrams and holomaps depicting processes life as an evolving form i watch the dna move in its spirals over time the patterns become clearer drowning did i drown? is this death? elvish evidence all around the ears are these teleri? their faces similar but not the ones from the stars they are of the deep water's kin i can see their effortless motion and dance freefloating in the currents more maps and programs are projected aeons of experience encoded into cellular memory as if these people held access to the archives keepers of an ancient wisdom ages of advancing intelligence underwater i hold my compass look at its face the needle pointing towards the pole i speak of the stars i say i fell from them my spacecraft also sank with me i hold my astrolabe a chunk of stone the orbs are passed ritually and fluidly each one like a code key to unlock another level its math and its art overwhelming portals and hallways huge the skystreams galactik access pathways they are revealed thru stories of the ancient ones before time when the world was a spark in the void and light begat light they are revealed in the tongues of forgotten races now again remembered the legacy of immortal quest beings seeking the stone beyond time seeing the ultimate unfolding of the immense original vision the ocean itself assumes the intelligence of the cosmos conducting the energetic flows amplifying frequencies subaqueous habitations nestled into the crags of crystal canyons do i seem absurd? i fell from the sky died on my way to this place my ship went down into the rocks rendered to shards each one a fractal of the whole just one i need to recreate the entirety the merbeings produce a crystal it makes sense this familiarity of returning a dream a potential future a now occurring simultaneously with another where another i is still in orbit having decided to not come to this watery planet ikon at the helm and a galaxy of co-ordinates available in hyperspace but this is bigger still for that i is but one of these uncountable tangents and arrays that are also whatever i am i think o neto these are high ones beyond reckoning and they gave you a network shard and you are still here gazing into their eyes as a million moons pass overhead above the waves i know time has stood still in these blessed halls but beyond that glass that crystal lens of focussing the beam above time in the stream speeds into infinity and returning from this strange death means finding my way back thru the strands home? im a good navigator learned from the nursery rhymes that a trail of breadcrumbs can be eaten by any number of animals its even better to note all the details and remember the pathways organize those maps you make on the spot internal archivism for the galactik traveller notice the repetitions intersections counting the spirals and the merbeings pass the orb again a shift the multidimensional hyperspatial byways dissolve and i am in a wooden chamber walls also alive with images on a boat earth a dock just on deck i can see the sunrise and a moon in the sky how many have passed? there is a change in the morning air the frost on the rocks the dusting of evidently angelik forms water crystals broadcast their reports back to the core i know of warm places but i sit here watching my breath escape into the gradient of dawn there will be time as i can see inside another curled up undercover and i am at ease the waves gentle but present it is time to wake up holding the stone i look again upwards this life a simple one sails full of wind move this space from shore to shore a familiar ally on an ark crafted from myth there is laughter and healing there is peace in this place archive suplemental: after transporting back to the ship i remain disoriented for a number of days. nova makes fun of me and ikon has reset the clocks a number of times just to test my innate temporal stabilization level. wo. should have known better. i'm so grateful to ikon. he's saved my hide on a number of occasions just by knowing what numbers to crunch. i've been pacing around on the deck and trying to patch together the streams the echoes and memories that seem like mine but are not, but are some lives in the past before flying crystal on earth i can still smell it on my skin the air is that perfect temperature in space it all seems ideally engineered, predictable even. clean like good math. i have an elfin shard in my hand from the journey ikon said i was clutching it when i beamed back in. nova is all sketchy after having run the elvish tech to get me onto the the planet. it'll be about 3 hours before wyk arrives to collect the shard why didnt she just go get it herself? unless i was being shown... tested crazy space elves, its a wonder they dont go insane in those hallways but i guess they've had countless lifetimes in there immortal as they are like the light from the eyes of the original thought my mind hurts as i try to think the unthinkable wyk and solarion arrive on board i still am uncertain as to what has just happened i feel like ive been rearranged both their eyes penetrating and deep i look back yes i saw i know what i must do i hand the shard to wyk solarion looks at me silently produces a temporal decelerator says" use only in case of emergency" i say sure ikon smiles in the background wyk rolls her eyes what a weird galaxy this is. some days it just doesnt seem possible that this is my life. but it is improbably probable unavoidable even