“The Move” – a short story by ~burning woman~ aka, Sha’Tara

There is Something inside everyone of us that seeks to Communicate.  While our languages maintain a quasi-universal barrier to Open Communication, it is yet possible to decode some of the information flowing all around us, through us and from us.  

Life, after all, is the sum total of all our questions that have arisen from our experiences which have become our knowledge; knowledge that begs new questions that in turn demand that we continue to “move”… though we cannot know what the “where” we are moving to will be like.  Yet we hunger, yet we thirst, yet we quest.   Or we die.
 
 Sometimes, the following happens.
                                                “The Move” 
                                                                                          
“They’ll never know.”  Voice intoned.  “They must never know.”
 
“Some suspect…” 
 
“Hypothesis; conjecture — we’ve always encouraged that.  We’ve also encouraged the opposite: belief that physical proof is necessary to acceptance.  They’ll follow the pattern.  Those who do not, who “see” will be disparaged and disbelieved.”
 
Council dissolves.
 
In their private chambers, Orthon and Agria discuss the matter. 
 
“We are manipulating their minds, Orthon.  This goes against the Teaching.”
 
“This is a very primitive race, Agria.  We must prevent global panic at all cost.”
 
“The move will create great disruptions, as the Council has been made aware.  The tips of the spirals will overheat and some of the smaller worlds will be burned up.”
 
“The Generators are working on the psi shields, are they not?”
 
“They won’t be ready in time, and there is no way to test their resilience to such a move.”
 
“Erthe is a minuscule entity.  Surely we can produce a powerful enough effect to shield it while it is being moved?”
 
“We… ahh, hope.  Why is the Council so concerned about Erthe?  Why not let it burn?  The Biologons from Elgir scanned it and found nothing remarkable, except for two unalterable facts:  one, it contains the greatest diversity of life forms anywhere and two, the Erthes are destroying their own living space on it.  Why would the Council want that world spared, particularly?”
 
“It has deep reasons, Agria.”
 
“Convince me, Orthon.  Impress this truth upon me.”
 
“You have my trust, Agria.  I will share with you.”
 
And as Agria opened herself to his mind probe, she began to sense why the Council would be duly concerned by Erthe’s fate.  Deep under one of her oceans the Biologons had recorded the existence of  an Anomaly.  The recordings described an intelligence unlike any other on Erthe,  expressing from within the magma.  The Council had attempted to have the expression analyzed but every available transponder/decoder had failed to translate the anomalous expression.  It remained the only unreadable expression emanating from any of the known Universes.  Even the great Lotharias Logos could not make any sense of it.  In fact, when the recorded expression entered its logic fields, the Logos temporarily froze.
 
But the times had come.  The Galaxy had to be moved to a new location or it would fall prey to the black hole caused by an imploded star know as Sol Dallin.  The ripple effects were spreading as more and more matter-beings were sucked into its giant maw.  Soon the entire Galaxy would be beyond saving.  But if it could be removed from the vicinity, the danger of a Universal melt-down to anti-matter posed by the black hole could possibly be averted.  There were no alternate options in the mind of Council.
 
“Ah… my dear Orthon, I thank you.  We stand to lose much, perhaps everything, if we do not act swiftly.  So, Council would first move Erthe to Galaxy Eleven, then move Galaxy 58 to Sector P19?  There is more to the Anomaly than you have shared with me then?”  
 
“The Logos believes the Anomaly may be the Source of All Life.  It fears the implosion of Sol Dallin was caused by the Anomaly in a move to destroy itself.”
 
“But why would the Source seek to do such?”
 
“The Logos suspects a malfunction within the mind of the Anomaly triggering a self-destruct sequence.  It believes the All Life desires to terminate.  The Logos cross-referenced all its available data and concluded the activities on Erthe were the trigger.”
 
“Tell me more, Orthon.  Why, for example, would All Life be located in Erthe, particularly — or why did the Logos reach this conclusion?”
 
“Facts about Erthe herself, my dear.  Well-known facts.  For example, diversity of life, despite Draconian attempts to control, has continued to expand and mutate exponentially on its surface and in its atmosphere and oceans.  The resultant complexity has apparently caused overloading in Source Mind.  Such otherwise unknowns clashing with each other – fear, hate, violence causing physical terminations on scales unimaginable; these juxtaposed by passionate explosions of love and protection.  Predators met with ever-adapting means of evasion and defense.  Violent rejection, violent attraction.  Wars between Erthes themselves.  Life birthed in blood and pain, sustained by death, giving way to laughter,  then pain, cries and loss and turning to dust.  A maelstrom of organic dysfunction.”
 
“It frightens you to look into these things, friend.” 
 
“Yes, it does.  And do you see?  Fear was never a part of our psyche Agria.  This fear we now feel, it was generated from our brief, accidental contact with the Anomaly.  As to its location, logic dictates that wherever the All Life is located such a place would become endowed with more life than any other.  Erthe, if truly the heart of creation, would pulse with an over-abundance of creative energy.”
 
“Yes my dear.  But the All Life chose Blessed Rest after the Completion.  Is that not the Teaching?”
 
“It is.  But the Logos believes the All Life was Binary.  When the One chose rest, the Other was forced to enter the process Continuation.  It was inevitable.  Life demands continuous involvement, change, expansion.  The Other tried to limit its input and involvement, withdrawing, hiding within the core of Erthe but even this was too much.  Life’s needs increased over the billennia.  The Other served life with compassion, all the while accepting the need for the destruction to prevent over-building and collapse.”
 
“What will happen if the All Life located in Erthe’s core is destroyed, then?”
 
“Entropy, Agria.  The Logos believes this will apply to all known worlds.”
 
“And what will happen to us?”
 
“We will experience termination.  Without fresh input the extant will fall into stasis and cease.”
 
“Well my dear, let us continue with our plans to build our psi shields.  I do not think they will suffice but it will keep us focused while we contact the One who chose Blessed Rest and re-unite the All Life Binary.”
 
“My dear Agria, there is no Teaching even hinting that the One could be brought out of retirement and reunited with the Other.  If such was possible, would they not have done so?”
 
“As below, so above Orthon.  What the Teaching does not say is “why” the One chose Blessed Rest, leaving the Other to carry the burden of All Life.  But we, the female energies of Om, know intuitively what happened.  Simply put my friend, there was disagreement in the Binary, resulting in the Split. 
 
If I can approach the Anomaly and am allowed to enter her Mind it may be she will share her fear, anger and feelings of rejection with us .  She may yet choose to live, Orthon.  She may have learned the lesson that all of life has yet to learn: that no part of life is greater than any other, not even the All Life, and that any part can be friend with any other part.”
 
“Well said, friend, but where would you begin to search for the One?”
 
“Not necessary.  If I can make her aware her loneliness and desolation are caused by her separation from the Twin Energy, it may be she will allow us to contact the Blessed Rest and speak to the One on her behalf.”
 
“Agria!  Have we come so far that life would have the wisdom to speak for the All Life?  That we, the created, could bring peace within the realm of the All Life, thus bringing peace within all of life?”
 
“They made us in their own image, Orthon.  It is time we made use of this awareness.”
 
“Ah, Agria, please consider this before you proceed: the Logos predicted our conversation to Council.  It asked:
 
{What will you do if the All Life, instead of coming out of retirement or ending the self-destruct process, confers its powers upon you?  What does Agria-Orthon choose if offered the power of All Life?} 
 
“What do we choose, Agria?”  – the pain of conflict evident in his words. She answers: 
 
“Life, Orthon.  Always life, whatever it entails.”
 
Orthon bows to his Other in complete and perfect agreement.
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9 thoughts on ““The Move” – a short story by ~burning woman~ aka, Sha’Tara

  1. poeturja

    What a beautiful and thoughtful story! Violence “juxtaposed by passionate explosions of love and protection” (so true). Most of all, love that your character says, “Always life, whatever it entails.” You have an incredible understanding of humanity and all it entails. Thank you for posting this!

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      My visions, and my “understanding” often posted in short stories, I credit my Teachers for. Of necessity, either from programming, fear of consequences or desire to “make it” in Matrix worlds, we accept living within imposed limitations. Not so for those who have escaped. They live in infinite possibility, abundance, and what is to us unimaginable freedom of expression. What could be a greater expression of freedom than to always support and promote life?

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thanks Roger. Thinking on a cosmic scale is how we will defeat “defeatism” within ourselves.

      Here we think in physical possibilities terms. We look first at our hands and feet, and how strong our backs are, and we “move stuff” that way. That’s our limit. Then some really crazy type thinks in terms of animal strength and we harness that, causing untold suffering in the process and of course adding to our costs of support, i.e., feeding the animals, taking food from poorer, weaker people and forcing people into sedentary slums and mortuaries glowingly labelled cities. That’s now our limits. Then something explodes in the thought prison and there’s an industrial revolution. We move bigger stuff around, and begin to experience the effects of entropy from all that’s required to support our technological terminator machinery. Then we proceed to resource wars to secure our access to the resources our technology demands in exchange for serving us. Then we proceed to destroy our world but before we die we exclaim, “Wow, what a ride!”

      Of course our “here and now” thinking says this can’t happen: imagine, a whole century of observation – what a long time *sarcasm* – tells us that science can beat all the odds now. It (we) will find a way around the problem – and we convince ourselves this is true. Kipling’s ape chant: “We say we are right, and if we say we are right then it must be true.” It is believed that the stony wonders of the past were built with physical labour. It is stated that to believe otherwise is unscientific and by innuendo, naive and stupid. Our “ancestors” built the Great Pyramid with wooden rollers by piling up huge earthen ramps. There is no other scientifically acceptable explanation therefore it must be true, and because it must be true, then it is true. Oh, and asking “Why?” our ancestors would bother building such a complex stone structure with such careful measurements isn’t allowed. “Why?” doesn’t enter the equation. Let’s just say it was a knee jerk reaction to “natural” conditions such as, we had the space, the numbers, the slaves, the time, the stones and the dirt and the priests said god wanted a pyramid or he would kill the first born, etc. Pyramids it is.

      All thinking must be within certain measurable limits or it’s fiction. When we reach the limit of our self-imposed limits, we think, oh well, until science “discovers” a way past this particular limit, it’s where we knowingly quote the great physicist of the turn of the last century, Lord Kelvin: “There is nothing new to be discovered in physics. All that’s left is working with ever finer measurements.” And almost everybody agreed and Academia began instituting the Great Limit and put up the u-turn sign at the end of drive. But come Einstein to apply at the university. Einstein, as we know, was a terrible driver. He drove right over Kelvin’s u-turn sign and found himself mired in a field of quanta concealed behind Lord K’s micro-measured picket fence. Einstein was towed out of his swamp and vindicated when we blew up Hiroshima and Nagasaki. And instituted a highly profitable Cold War, paving the way for totalitarian democracy without batting an eye. Then we set up the nuclear club, sanctions, and went back to killing with “conventional” weaponry. New limits. To labour and die meaninglessly within acceptable “discoveries” within acceptable limits. If we want to go beyond “where no man has gone before” we must either accept it’s all imaginary and fictional, or it belongs to God. Ours is not to wonder why, ours is just to do or die, or such blather.

      But there’s always the cosmos… beckoning over the horizon of man’s limited and limiting thinking.

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  2. Sha'Tara Post author

    Thanks for your comment, Roger. I think that the 14-15 billion year old number applies to this universe. For “us” (myself and the Teachers) the Cosmos is infinite, beyond time or measurable space, the repository of the Life Force. Perhaps its only semantics…

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