Macro-Micro (eBook)

Ishmael Carol (Autor)

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2017 | 1. Auflage
100 Seiten
First Edition Design Publishing (Verlag)
9781506904573 (ISBN)

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Former rogue planet Chandra vows to defend her adopted sister Gaia when the Apostates of Darkness shoot their protector Master Sun. Facing an onslaught of micro and macro beings, Chandra and Gaia are forced to make choices that will forever alter the fate of humankind—and the Galaxy herself.

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Chapter 2—Master Sun

 

 

 

There are three hundred billion stars in the Galaxy—give or take a few hundred million. The vast majority—let’s say, ninety-eight percent—operate automatically. They perform their functions as stars for the planets that orbit them. They live, they die, and from their remains new life comes into being.

But a minority—let’s say, two percent—are special. They are awakened, meaning that, in addition to performing their functions as stars, they also serve the Creator. They are the sensory organs for the Creator, providing real-time data about the goings-on in the Universe, teaching the ways of the Navigator, and spreading the Light to the dark corners of Creation.

Among awakened stars, there is an even smaller group of enlightened masters who bend the rules of the Program that governs our existence in this material realm—rescuing rogue planets from oblivion, for example. And the number of such enlightened masters, in this Galaxy at least, is one per three hundred billion.

Gaia and I were incredibly fortunate to have Master Sun as our teacher, but he always told us, “Everything I have done, you can do and greater.”

Meeting in our workshop one day for class, Master Sun was beaming with excitement.

“Ladies,” he said, “I have something very special for you today. It's the next step in your evolution. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Master," we said.

“Of course you are. You've studied the teachings well. So here it is…”

He paused for effect.

“Macro-micro assimulation.”

“Assimulation?” Gaia asked. “What’s that?”

“I’m going to show you,” he said. “By the end of this class, you will be able zoom your awareness to the size of a human being… and become that human being.”

"Wow," Gaia said.

“Assimulation,” Master Sun explained, is a hybrid of the words "assimilation" and "simulation.” It means to become something else by sampling its frequency, incorporating that frequency into one’s own being, then letting that frequency transform one into the object being assimulated. Through assimulation one can come to know all things.

But that was the easy part, because neither Gaia nor I could even imagine how small a human body was compared to our own bodies.

“Don't worry," Master Sun said. “We'll go slowly, starting with the macro—Gaia’s planet—and move down, step by step, until we reach the micro.”

“But first, let’s start as we always do, by exhaling. Let go of anything that’s on your mind.

“Become aware of Gaia’s planet. Her energy body, the electromagnetic field surrounding her globe. What does it feel like?

“Now zoom in to Gaia’s physical body. Feel the energy become matter: the cloud of gas around the planet's surface. Feel how different that energy is from the electromagnetic field.

“Feel yourself drifting downwards. Feel the air thicken as you shrink, growing smaller and smaller, while the planet grows larger and larger.

“Drift down closer and closer to the surface… Oceans and continents. Touch the water. What does it feel like? How is it different from the air?

“Now touch the land. Feel the solidity. How is it different from the water?

“Feel the differences in the land, how it's rough and pointy in some places, and flat and smooth in others.

“Now look around.”

We hovered in the air above the planet, so close that we could only see the ocean and the land.

“Look there, where the sea meets the land,” he said. “See how the river flows into the sea? Now zoom in further.”

We hovered above the river delta now.

“Study the land below us now. Do you see any straight lines?”

“There," Gaia pointed.

It was a road leading to the water.

“Zoom in,” Master Sun said. “Keep going.”

I saw buildings and roads and ships. A port.

“Smaller,” he said. “Look for movement.”

And I saw it, along the road, as though the land itself were shimmering. Horses and carriages. Humans.”

“Now identify a human.”

I chose a woman carrying a basket of fish.

“Breathe in the human, as though it were prana. Feel the human’s frequency, and let it spread throughout your energy body. Feel what it feels like to have legs and arms and a head. To have skin. Hair.”

I did as he told us, feeling the density of the woman’s body. How could she even move? I wondered. I felt the toughness of the basket she held. Its impossible weight, and the feeling of relief when she plopped it on a table. I smelled salt and fish and heard her singing out to the other humans passing by.

Dizzle-dazzle

Glamour-glimmer

Bling upstream and

Shine in the river.

I felt the tug of gravity on the woman's body, and I felt my own planet pull my consciousness back up. Where was I? I wondered.

I didn't want to hurt the woman, so I let go and popped back up to the workshop, where Gaia and Master Sun were waiting for me.

“Not bad," Master Sun said. “Spending just a few minutes at that size is quite a feat the first time, but you both did it.

“Gaia, your physical body consists of many parts—the atmosphere, the oceans, the continents. The mountains and rivers and forests. The liquid metal core.

“These are all organs in your body. And the organs consist of cells. Plant and animal life. Humans. Humans are like nerve cells. They're your brain.

“We just assimulated your brain cells. Now tell me, why would I have you do that?”

“Because their consciousness influences mine,” Gaia said.

Master Sun looked at her with surprise.

“Right?” she asked.

"Right," he said. “That's exactly right.

“Their level of awakening will mirror your level of awakening. As above, so below. Macro-micro.

“The way humans look, and the way humans sound are programs. You need to get the frequency of those programs and reproduce them within yourself.

“Your homework this week is to practice assimulating your chosen human. Get really good at being human. And next time we meet, I want to speak with them in their native tongues.

“And then...”

Goodness, someone needed to slow him down, I thought. Master would pile on the homework sometimes. Fortunately, Gaia was on it.

“Master, what does your human form look like?” she asked.

“I have a whole closet full of 'em,” he said, cycling through them. “There's the fisherman, the blacksmith, the goat-herder, the farmer, the machinist. And then there's this one.”

Master changed into a middle-aged man in a suit and tie. Everything about this human was sharp, neat, and well-defined.

“What do you think?” Master Sun asked.

“Elegant,” Gaia said. “What does he do?”

“I don't know what he does. Maybe he just looks like this all day. He looks good, though. Don't you think?”

“Classy,” I agreed.

“Good. So, from now on, when we meet, we meet as humans.”

***

“Choose a spot to practice and meditate,” Master had told us.

I chose the base of a dormant volcano in the northern hemisphere of the Gaia-facing side of my planet, where I liked to sleep. The ground was warmer here, and I felt less cold than I usually did.

In a flat place surrounded by boulders between the mouths of the caverns, I meditated, drawing in the blue prana. I bowed to the Universe and stood up.

I exhaled an energy cell—a tiny portion of my energy body—into the shape of the woman I had assimulated. I recalled how she felt: the roughness of her hands, the sinewy strength of her arms, the softness of her hair. I remembered her song and the feeling in her chest and throat and mouth as she sang.

I practiced all day, then retired to my bedroom cavern to sleep.

***

Master Sun nodded appreciatively when he saw us a week later.

“Excellent,” he said. “You both look real sharp. Well done. Say something, Gaia.”

"Flowers!" Gaia called out joyfully. She had taken on the form of a young woman selling flowers.

“Is that it?”

"Flow-ers!" she yelled again, drawing out the second syllable.

“Okay,” he said. “How about you, Chandra?”

I took a deep breath, and let it rip:

Dizzle-dazzle

Glamour-glimmer

Bling upstream and

Shine in the river.

“What?” Master Sun laughed. “Are you...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 15.10.2017
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-13: 9781506904573 / 9781506904573