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THE MUSHROOM PEOPLE
In the vast reaches of space, within the Eschastity cluster there floats the galaxy of Chron. Twirling, dancing, bending space and time.
Gravitationally bonded on its plane, the galaxy spins, an invisible field of torsion is formed, which with the galaxy lives.
The stars are like glitter thrown into the twirling tide. Within the darkness the light will again shine. In the flow of time, the patterns coil and wind,
all domains entwine.
Feeling the flow, the frequencies weave with the reverberations. Vibrating substrate of which life is, in void and form, forever there.
Sponsoring essence pervading the All with it’s Systems of Disorder, and Unified Perfection. With it’s Expansion/Contraction, and Simultaneity;
in every star, every planet, every brain, ever cell, every galaxy, every dot. There is nothing this essence is not.
The wind brustles the trees and in them birds sing. Trickling liquid and bobbing lily pads, the murky blue water reflects foliage and sky. Surrounding the water is grass, and a family of deer. Hiding in the shadow of the trees he watches as the young dear takes a drink. The surrounding forest feels as if it is within him, he naturally reacts to the subtle signals and the energetic shifts of his environment. He watches and feels, waiting for the moment to be right.
Uontuuk silences his mind as he sits up, back straight, he takes a deep breath. Within the mind space he perceives a luminosity, around him, in him. It is always with him, and he is always it. A small aspect of the all pervasive, yet every speak is of importance beyond measure. He submerges him self within His Self. Falling back into the shining template, the Light before the star.
Uontuuk picks up a disturbance within the grey area between here and the other world. This disturbance becomes stronger and louder. Many submerged souls are causing ripples in the template as they transition between worlds. He feels their distress, their fear, and their love. Some remember where and who they are almost instantly, and they continue on their travel to fully bond once more with their monad. But others. . . They feel that they are drowning, in mystery and fear. Their demons appear, from this life and some other lives. Minds of despair, bodies of ice, vengeance of fire. Uontuk sheds a tear.
He sends out a message of hope and love, to encase a love-bubble around the swishling turmoil, and to help open the pathway for helpers to offer their love and their aid. His Light swirls around souls of torment:
Do not despair my brothers, you are home again. Let go of you demons. Fall away from you thoughts and dreams. Merge again, you are home.
What can you see now?
Contorted faces of murky hue,
a new aura begins to radiate.
Eyes shrouded behind masks of illusion,
a new light is born from the apparent darkness.
*PROLOGUE*
When the Archeion 75’s shields, weapons. and sub-light engines were disabled, Captain Areis knew that the remaining time before atmospheric venting was critical. He ordered all non-essential personnel to make their way to the escape spores. He suspected that the ship would be severely damaged from an unshielded blast of the magnitude that had just hit them. Knowing that it would take some time to charge up again, he had to try to get as many people out of the ship as possible. “Break the Veil! Release the Escape Spores!”, the captain exclaimed. The first wave of escape spores released themselves from the escape hatches and began their decent to the globe below. The four remaining fighter ships were ordered to escort the escaping spores, and protect them once the destination has been reached.
The enemy ship, representing the Moondashmannein, perceived the retreat, and the collective distaste they have towards the Mushroom People brought them to prepare for an attack against the escaping crew. Energy was diverted from the charging of the main weapon, and more emphasis was put upon the charging of the extremities. A few long moments later, many small and concentrated spherical plasma balls were released.
Captain Areis was shoked, he stood there for a moment, gazing in awe upon the majesty of the experience. Stricken by the knowingness of the death of his escaping crew, Areis explained to the remaining that they must try and converge into the path of the plasma in order to protect the retreat. The crew knew what they had to do, the warriors didn’t waste anymore time.
The Archeion 75 took much damage while it offered protection to waves of escapees. Eventually the hull was breached, the atmosphere began to vent. And then, the enemy plasma beam was fully charged, despite the activity of the small discharge of plasma spheres.
_-_--__--__--__-_-_--_-_---___-_-----__-_____-_-_----___--------____-BEAM_--___---_------___---___-------_----_____-----__----___--_---_----_
The Archeion explodes
Extremely dense helical filaments each a micron across are pulsed from the plasmoid into a devastating beam which tears the ship into many pieces.
END TRANSMISSION*
THE MUSHROOM PEOPLE
In the vast reaches of space, within the Eschastity cluster there floats the galaxy of Chron. Twirling, dancing, bending space and time.
Gravitationally bonded on its plane, the galaxy spins, an invisible field of torsion is formed, which with the galaxy lives.
The stars are like glitter thrown into the twirling tide. Within the darkness the light will again shine. In the flow of time, the patterns coil and wind,
all domains entwine.
Feeling the flow, the frequencies weave with the reverberations. Vibrating substrate of which life is, in void and form, forever there.
Sponsoring essence pervading the All with it’s Systems of Disorder, and Unified Perfection. With it’s Expansion/Contraction, and Simultaneity;
in every star, every planet, every brain, ever cell, every galaxy, every dot. There is nothing this essence is not.
The wind brustles the trees and in them birds sing. Trickling liquid and bobbing lily pads, the murky blue water reflects foliage and sky. Surrounding the water is grass, and a family of deer. Hiding in the shadow of the trees he watches as the young dear takes a drink. The surrounding forest feels as if it is within him, he naturally reacts to the subtle signals and the energetic shifts of his environment. He watches and feels, waiting for the moment to be right.
Uontuuk silences his mind as he sits up, back straight, he takes a deep breath. Within the mind space he perceives a luminosity, around him, in him. It is always with him, and he is always it. A small aspect of the all pervasive, yet every speak is of importance beyond measure. He submerges him self within His Self. Falling back into the shining template, the Light before the star.
Uontuuk picks up a disturbance within the grey area between here and the other world. This disturbance becomes stronger and louder. Many submerged souls are causing ripples in the template as they transition between worlds. He feels their distress, their fear, and their love. Some remember where and who they are almost instantly, and they continue on their travel to fully bond once more with their monad. But others. . . They feel that they are drowning, in mystery and fear. Their demons appear, from this life and some other lives. Minds of despair, bodies of ice, vengeance of fire. Uontuk sheds a tear.
He sends out a message of hope and love, to encase a love-bubble around the swishling turmoil, and to help open the pathway for helpers to offer their love and their aid. His Light swirls around souls of torment:
Do not despair my brothers, you are home again. Let go of you demons. Fall away from you thoughts and dreams. Merge again, you are home.
What can you see now?
Contorted faces of murky hue,
a new aura begins to radiate.
Eyes shrouded behind masks of illusion,
a new light is born from the apparent darkness.
*PROLOGUE*
When the Archeion 75’s shields, weapons. and sub-light engines were disabled, Captain Areis knew that the remaining time before atmospheric venting was critical. He ordered all non-essential personnel to make their way to the escape spores. He suspected that the ship would be severely damaged from an unshielded blast of the magnitude that had just hit them. Knowing that it would take some time to charge up again, he had to try to get as many people out of the ship as possible. “Break the Veil! Release the Escape Spores!”, the captain exclaimed. The first wave of escape spores released themselves from the escape hatches and began their decent to the globe below. The four remaining fighter ships were ordered to escort the escaping spores, and protect them once the destination has been reached.
The enemy ship, representing the Moondashmannein, perceived the retreat, and the collective distaste they have towards the Mushroom People brought them to prepare for an attack against the escaping crew. Energy was diverted from the charging of the main weapon, and more emphasis was put upon the charging of the extremities. A few long moments later, many small and concentrated spherical plasma balls were released.
Captain Areis was shoked, he stood there for a moment, gazing in awe upon the majesty of the experience. Stricken by the knowingness of the death of his escaping crew, Areis explained to the remaining that they must try and converge into the path of the plasma in order to protect the retreat. The crew knew what they had to do, the warriors didn’t waste anymore time.
The Archeion 75 took much damage while it offered protection to waves of escapees. Eventually the hull was breached, the atmosphere began to vent. And then, the enemy plasma beam was fully charged, despite the activity of the small discharge of plasma spheres.
_-_--__--__--__-_-_--_-_---___-_-----__-_____-_-_----___--------____-BEAM_--___---_------___---___-------_----_____-----__----___--_---_----_
The Archeion explodes
Extremely dense helical filaments each a micron across are pulsed from the plasmoid into a devastating beam which tears the ship into many pieces.
END TRANSMISSION*