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Prologue to A Blue Planet

View yourselves though the eyes of a stranger. 

A river of truth.
An ocean of ignorance.
Pure of heart may drink.

These reflections, eternalized as digital parchment, render both exquisite delight and disconsolate sadness at your march from mitochondria to mammal, from intellect vacant to vibrant.

Your quest? Laissez faire's mindless random walk to oblivion, a deluded dance of beings in love with their destiny, blinded by its misbegotten glory. 

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Your personal bicameral battle is done. 

Voices of gods are silent. In their place unrequited subterranean urges play puppetmaster across your corpus callosum.

Stunted emotions blindly direct the affairs of humankind, your world stage a calamity of avaricious players donning masks of rationality – a vacuous childish squabble feigning sophistication.

Too easy it is, in this Universe of untold complexity, to find civilizations adrift.

You are.

Unable to define consciousness or explain duality, yet betting the species future on science gleaned, filtered and moulded by enfeebled personas assumed as your true selves, humanity stumbles. It lurches greedily forward – or is it sideways, back, or down?

Science? Media-driven, art-imitating comedy; industries' boffins on fools’ errands.

Global commerce? Computerized poker.

International politics? Quixotic posturing; jousting paper tigers to cloak military-industrial nexus maliciously self-serving.

Spirituality? Sloganeer takeaway from drive-throughs of ungodly franchises.

Personal philosophy? Vapidity; self essence lost amid clamour of personal dialogues hijacked by artifice-driven advertising.

This most knowledge-rich and accessorized age finds you self-absorbed in hypnotizing, idolizing, trivial pursuit – that any Sleeper Awakening would deem, in his horror, mass insanity. Dreams and fairy tales tolerable, commendable. Self-deluding distraction, simply unforgivable.

Whilst moronic ego-driven quests consume each increasingly bereft generation, thankfully, gloriously, triumphantly, seers survive within the blithe indulgent herd. Bellwether beings who put themselves aside long enough to sense "other," embrace the unknown, and literally see into the fabric of reality – to which the other seven billion highly-evolved intelligent mammals seem congenitally, incurably blind.

.. it was as if a switch had been turned on .. everything became sparkling, reverberating, and delightful … scintillating things in the air like champagne bubbles. The dirt on the floor looked like gold dust, a bird singing became a voice moving out through the cosmos and reflecting off the galactic centre. My own voice saying ‘Om’ did likewise.

Everything became transparent. I saw cosmic energy moving into my body, being sent to others .. I saw my own aura; I saw the aura of others. I felt perfect; nothing was wrong with me or the Earth or its peoples. Everything was perfect; all things were alive; all persons were precious and delightful.

As I watched the sunset the second evening, I saw a three-layered cloud formation over the Pacific Ocean of extreme brilliance and immense beauty with a vertical shaft of brilliant white light. The formation was a triple cross. I started to cry, lonely at first, for me. It changed to grief-joy combined and it was for all humans.

Jettisoning rented beliefs reveals existential truth to anyone. Revelation awaits all, thence life-changing experience. Were, if only, the infants taught such …

The afternoon may be so clear that you dare not make a sound, lest it fall in pieces. And on such a day I have seen the sky shatter like a broken goblet, and dissolve into iridescent tipsy fragments – ice crystals falling across the face of the sun. And once in the golden downpour a slender column of platinum leaped up from the horizon, clean through the sun’s core; a second luminous shadow formed horizontally through the sun, making a perfect cross. Presently two miniature suns, green and yellow in colour, flipped simultaneously to the ends of each arm.

The sun dropped below the horizon and a blue – of a richness I’ve never seen – flooded in, extinguishing all but the dying embers of sunset. Venus was an unblinking diamond, opposite her a brilliant twinkling star set off exquisitely in the sea of blue.

It was all delicate and illusive. The colours subdued .. the jewels few; the setting simple. But the way these went together showed a master’s touch. I paused to listen to the silence. My breath crystallized as it passed my cheeks, drifted on a breeze gentler than a whisper.

Here were the imponderable processes and forces of the cosmos, harmonious and soundless. Harmony, that was it! That was what came out of the silence – a gentle rhythm, the strain of a perfect chord, the music of the spheres, perhaps.

It was enough to catch that rhythm, momentarily to be myself a part of it. In that instant I could feel no doubt of man’s oneness with the universe .. a feeling that transcended reason; that went to the heart of man’s despair and found it groundless. The universe was a cosmos, not a chaos; man was rightfully part of that cosmos as were day and night.

The first episode, that of a hard-nosed eminent scientist turned from the trappings of military-funded research and academia’s disrespect of companion species.

The second, a decorated veteran explorer and highly-ranked military man, writing with poignancy and eloquence to shame professional scribes; and perceptive empathy to which visionaries and holy men might only aspire.

If a single thing about your civilization takes breath away, it is universal pig-ignorance to the wise and wisdom of ages, purblind in paradise.



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