And the strongest vibrations of an informational field of a planet come again - as though it tries to spit out this information, this knowledge of former events forever … and yet again as though something stomps our fields, which have almost merged with planet’s field now … And once again - pictures and images, replacing each other …
Mutated beings begin to perish from the impact of atmospheric gases and star radiation. As if having gone mad, they try to use own psychofields, discovered by their scientists, for the destruction of their own kin - and then the small group of beings, almost not afflicted, makes the decision on the further change of their kind and its adaptation for life in the water environment. We observe, how massive generators are being created, designed to change structure of planet’s gases and cause thawing of glaciers to create an eternal world of water. We observe, how these generators are put in action …
It’s late. It’s too late. Genetic modification of their kin for the adaptation to in-ocean’s life becomes impossible. The infected half-mad beings destroy this supervising elite to plunge themselves into the ocean – now forever.
Now masses of these beings march into the newborn oceans – in ranks, as if still not understanding, that they come to face certain death, as though called by someone – and disappear in its waves. Disappear once and forever.
Forever…
And then star radiation finishes the rest.
* * *
Pain, pain, pain. Waves of pain, our consciousness is being stomped and crashed … a sharp push - and the planet’s field throws us out from itself, those unexpected newcomers who have woken it. And then the images instantly fade off.
Now I am still standing on this small islet among boundless ocean of a planet together with my father, still not able to come to my senses after what I have seen. The father, however, comes to his senses earlier than me.
- And that is how their history has ended. Now we have learnt everything that wanted about this world. We will deliver this information to the Intergalactic Council. But now it’s time for us to leave … a field became unstable after our intrusion.
- But … but why … what for? Why … why they have chosen such way … what for... Why have they destroyed planetary life along with their own ? Why … why not psychosynthesis, why not searches in themselves, why only outside … why fine tuning of world under their and only their needs?
- Too many questions, son, - and not enough answers. The father has looked to me in eyes - and a vibration of his thought, strong and accurate, has touched me.
- They simply … they simply uttered “no” to their homeworld. – Let’s go now. There is no place for us in the dead worlds.
01.10.2010
Time of heroes
“Accompanying persons are requested to leave a launching pad. Launch will be initiated in thirty minutes by Earth time”, - a quiet and methodical voice filled the space.
Dozens of people - seeing off their relatives in a new difficult voyage for them - at last looked away from a starship and started moving to a waiting hall. Some smiled hopefully, faces of others were filled with tears - guards even had to forcefully seize one man, who still didn’t stopped beholding this conqueror of space and was waving his hand to a departing brother. The rest departed willingly.
But minutes of farewell are now behind - last thirty minutes, dividing mother Earth from myriads of other vast space worlds.
- Colony vessel will be launched in five minutes. Pilots of starship - inform us of your readiness.
- Alpha - one. Ready.
- Alpha - two. Ready.
- Alpha - three. Ready.
- Zeta - one. Ready.
- Zeta - four. Ready.
- All systems are green. We are ready for the launch of a colony star vessel “Trailblazer”.
- We understood you, “Trailblazer”. Launch will be made in one hundred and twenty seconds of Earth time.
And just an instant later, totally disregarding the discipline, the words broke through - “Good luck to you, guys !”
- Thanks, cosmodrome “Star Way”. We will do everything in our powers.
Ten seconds to launch.
Nine ... Eight ... Seven ... Six ... Five ...
It seemed to them this very instant, that those ten seconds lasted for the whole eternity - wonderful and everlasting.
It seemed, that just as quiet - always - these short words will beat off their mysterious rhythm, and Earth, mother Earth, their space home, one of myriads, will caress their sight with its familiar and dear landscapes. And that this launch pad, and this star vessel, and cosmodrome control tower, looming in a distance will never-ever disappear from the sight. And that the sun will shine just as warmly, and tomorrow - only twenty hours later - this planet will meet its new day. But by that time they will long be gone ...
And each of them during these short and at the same time never-ending instants remembered his own life in this star home.
They say, that when one is dying, all his life, all its particles - both bright and dim, all its flights and fallings, - they are all swirling before him. These last instants are extremely short - and at the same time practically endless. They are like the awakened eternal memory, drawing a slice of his past before a man ... one of his steps in the eternity.
They weren’t dying - they were reborning anew during these instants, and during same instants their memories were recreating the images of their past before them. They remembered the childhood - how each of them was a beautiful young and still totally helpless child, having come to this world. They remembered, how this very child has finally grown up, learnt the world to which he has come, and how he has fallen in love with it. Each of them was travelling his own path ... some in a desperate and furious run, some measuredly and easy, some even joyfully jumping, yet the roads of their destinies once joined together - and since then they have been travelling as one. They have formed a unity during all those years - and thus they will work as a single whole.
“We shall make it”, - those were the thoughts of everyone.
And thus they came at last - these words. Or, truly, just a single one.
“Launch !”
The ship rushed upwards, furiously speeding up, desperately trying to leave from under terrestrial gravitation. And once again as a series of small eternities - instants of time, melting and disappearing in something so much greater ... and once again a new life - and myriads of births each and every second of a life’s journey. And yet somewhere deep in themselves a woken up gentle melancholy of a native home, left for a while, - a home, where they will surely return ten years after, when their mission will be fulfilled.
* * *
- Indeed, I’ve heard of that. The first space vessel “Trailblazer” successfully orbited the Earth and from now on they are travelling to a different solar system to build a first colony on a planet, discovered by auto-piloted ships, which significantly meets requirements of our world’s inhabitants - there is an atmosphere, very close in its structure of gases to our home world, there is a comprehensible planetary landscape, there is organics - practically an ideal new home for us.
- And still our true home is where we are living in each single moment. Haven’t you always been telling me that?
- Yes, you are certainly right - our home is where we are at present. That’s why our home is the Earth, and their new home ... their new home is awaiting them.