| [Note: A version without pictures was posted at 4:04pm CST, on 6/10/11. This version was posted at 4:12pm CST, on 6/10/11. Please see the 4/20/11, 4/26/11, 5/3/11, 5/12/11, 5/19/11, 5/27/11 and 6/3/11 postings for prior installments in these continuing Lost tales.] [6/14/11 Update: Links on this posting are now tabbed-browser-enabled. I'll go back and retrofit the other Lost Coda postings accordingly, in the next few days. Tabbed Youtube mindscape soundtrack tunage links are at the bottom of this posting; click and enjoy while perusing the Codas and P.K. Dick's Tractates.] LOST CODA VIII: THE LONGEST RETCON, PHANTASMAGORICAL LOOMING FIFTH WORLD CATACLYSMICAL, GAIADED GRIDFLOW, DARKPINKED AURAGLOW....  ....back in Ulurudome......snap, crackle, fried, then some... skull-split-sinus-rift-ruptured... sizzlesticked organo-sentience gridnode conduit.... Aaron slumplumps a smoking haystack, platinumblonde wavelocks piledrived-cum-positronic photonimation... Needling a nudgeful, Walt waxpolishes Aaron's dewspackled necknape.... peroxidic.... paroxysmic... Aaron spasmjolts a twitchwake... "Uhhhh.... ahhhh...... ....How long have I been out?" Drenchwashed in saltbrine, smokesmearing raiments, Walt glistens a carefully launched reentry.... "Well, Mr. Littleton... ya did it! Man, you were pretty much in pink, darkly doused for the count, energize-rabbiting this mount..! Ready to temper your pedic, put your feet up, rest the dogs and cogs?"  Handcasting wakedreamfulness, fields of phantom vegemite sandwiches, Aaron stockshelfs the perfect DHARMAsary, avatraying Aussie foodstuffs and gingerbeer, virtual caflining his gastrowall. "Uncle Walty....the bieber.. let''s head back now... man, my feet hurt!" Stomach rumblings ripple abhorizons, shuddering phoned confirmations... carbfall's apprising... bloodsugar's plummeting.... "Here, hold onna my shoulder, bottle-blond-binkyboy.... Can I phone ahead for help now... and who should I try..?" Webcobbed and wooly, Aaron mammothstomps through a reply... "Pangari... PANGARI... She's the one...we should contact... Aboriginal, a local... Her name literally means 'of the soul'... Perfect nom for the plume, precocious 'bout these matters, straight from her mum's womb." Unslithering the snakelines, scaling dim declinations, they finally arrive at their final destination... Alchera 101, DAMA Southgate.... Flubfumbling a passkey, Aaron leans bracing Walt's gantry, sliding home, clicking magtumblers... now they downfall the doorway, headfirst into well-earned slumbers.......... "Hey.... Hey.....! Wake up, you sleepyheads.... get up.... get into bed! No sleeping on my watch.... or in my doorway, for that matter... Never know when some uninvited boys 'n girls from the 'Hood are gonna breechcrack Uluru... One of our well-guarded stations, reduced to laxflabbied skeletons, crewing cutbacks under the new administration...."  Overcheery doorgreeter, man, what's she on now... a supersized-joltcaffeiner? Walt rousewhips halfbaked smokeless Aaron back to new life.... Apologetics wellspringing profusely, Pangari steps in, sweeping broadstrokes aside... "You don't have to worry about me... Aaron briefed me in advance of this mission. Shorting the story, I'm your Faraday equivalent... Studied at Melbourne and Sydney, grad-packed resume upthewazoo. Quantum physicist, limnologist, and a damnright fine linguist, too... So you guys sit back, kick back, and relax, while vegemitemakesright meets ginger beer.... Salve your tastebuds, clink your glasses... and I'll full recap your drained valises...." "As you know, Ayers Rock...Uluru... is a sacred place among my people... Laced with catacombs, caves and spring-fed waterholes, it's a natural-made psibattery.1 Yeah, Jason and Grant tried to come here once, chasing Aussie ghosts, we denied them though... I'm still holding out for that hunky funky sagittal-crest-coiffed Zak Bagans, anyhoo... I was fortunate enough to be born to this place, confluential nexus, gridnode stationway... Physical features blessed, souls provide the rest... Leylines, water, caverns, rockvril... soulfield generators, spacetime fabric laced... Isaac's healing attests to the prime seriousness of Uluru's sacroscientific power base." 2 "Reeling in years of DHARMAic research, we found a range of strange and curious phenomena.... electromagnetic, psychokinetic, meteorologic and much, much more... All tied to the rockvril, bagua-templated, energizing powernodes, tapping DAMAic tensionals... Blackrock, whiterock, ALEVril, and LOLVril.... Sounds like a line from an old schoolyard rhyme... 'careful what you wish for, lest the candyman come...." Aaron's nodding in and off... Walt gingerly beers another quaff.... Pangari continues anon.... "Operation Kodachrome, developed in DAMA darklab by Simon and de Groot, set up cameras and videorecorders at selected gridnodes and the island. Capturing a range of phenomena over the years, we gradually uncovered evidence of an existential spacetime fabric-dreamweave-looming capability... all centering and emanating from that indeterminately arcing, rare-earth-infused, exotically-charged, darklight-spun darling... fair Gaia.... Earthmindisland..."  "Funny how the fates dealt the hands we now deal with... I was uniquely well-suited to work with Dan, superpositional quantum-curtained man... Turns out my teen-angstromed horrorphilia helped us scare up the pattern, lying just beneath dark shadows, like a night stalking vampire... Phantasm's guilt-pleasured-legacy spawned a chromespheric key, unlocking the secrets, vaulted deep within islandkeep. Prior to this point, I spent two years exhaustfuming combinatorial, permutational, conflational puzzle-solvings... From karmic recursion to apples Edenic, from Omega Point Tiplers to Tegmarkfilled multiversics, from COIEic alternate 'verses to Pleromaic Demiurgics, from aboriginal dreamtiming to Bohmian mechanics, and of course, far, far more.... We played and we frayed and we parlayed 'em all... Houselike, trampling subordinates mouselike, on the erasable marker whiteboard... But it was not until we horrorcheesefested the great Coscarelli, popcorn-fueled marathoning the Phantasmical Four, back-to-back viewings released brave new world insights, drilling right into our cranial cores...""You see, the island is one cunning conning station, running the longest of longest of all the long cons, Kronaflashing straight back to the dawn of Creation. So  Sawyercons are just small pondripplesplash, in this vast versic cosmicflash, forwarding backward and outward 'cross all of spacetime.... Fording onward and upward we started with one archetypal case study, imaging patterns arising from Des' flashdance-rounds with Charlie's arrow-timing... We somehow caught it on tape, glitchy pauses and rewinds, with suprisingly no erases, dying more than one time... Arrowpierced neckline... not so fashionable, for the long-run storyline..."  "Des' flashing showcased an intriguing form of RETCON, fooling with Retroactive Continuities, through PROCONning the spacetime. Yes, Des' island-triggered abilities inaugurated a Proactive Continuity-sensing species, moving us ever so closer, from sapiens to omegans... Like the characters in Phantasm, we discovered that Des' enhanced perception enabled him to sense storylines and their changes..." "Given the fact I’m a comic book character, and my original writer established I own two nice cats, if a following writer (of my regular series) “re-arranges” my life and establish I have always had one cat… well, then my past has been “revised” and my continuity has been slightly “adjusted”. A RETCON happened, my friends. I never cleaned up the sh*t of two cats, just the sh*t of one cat. I must confess in this case it’s not that much of deal,  who cares how many cats I own. However, ‘RETCONS’ are not supposed to happen because they are an intrinsic mechanism of the fictional story the characters inhabit. It’s not like I – comic-book character – could realize that an evil writer eliminated my second cat from my fictional life... It’s not supposed to go this way, if you know what I mean. Characters, fictional characters, are unaware of their fate as fictional characters, and are unaware if it happened a revisitation of their history, their story, and their life. They are not supposed to “remember” nor “notice” if a change happened in their continuity. Only we readers must accept the writers have chose to “mix the cards” and make a shift. If they do, then you can talk about 'Breaking the Fourth Wall'. In PHANTASM, there’s a new, frightening variant of the RETCONS. They happen. They happen all over the place. And somehow… the characters “feel” them happening. They have reminiscences of their “past lives”. Or better, they have reminiscences of their life before some minimal (or consistent) upgrade would happen. That’s scary, in my book. "  Pausing playback, curtain rising, Pangari softshills pastdue DHARMA foodstuffs, recuperating her groggy audience... "So like Mike and Reggie in the four Phantasms-- who experience fleetflashing glimpses of present and altered storylines-- Des' DNA genomals, combined with his exposure to multiple powerful island eventscapes, enacted evolving phenomals, pushing him further along the evolutionary path, from Homo sapiens to omegan. Des is the first instance we observed of a documented, significant shift in the phenotypical expression of human DNA-based spacetimecon-sensing abilities.... Des' nature met Gaia-islandic matter-energy-fielded nurture, and the result is one funky chunky monkey of evolutionary tree-climbing... And while Mikey and the Regmeister experienced RETconning glimpses of previously altered storylines, Des perceived PROconning flashes of storylines to come, taking action in some cases to avert fateful future-focused continuities.""In 'PHANTASM I', Reggie disrupts the vibration of the main interdimensional gateway (the giant diapason/tuning fork, or whatever you call it). It’s like Reggie interfered with a chemical reaction: he somehow “disturbed” the process and brought some unwanted  consequences in the final product. In fact, that same sonic disruption induced a chain reaction which brought to the Lair’s dramatic “dissolution” from existence. The disappearance worked as a stone thrown into a lake… or even better, an arrow fending the air. The perturbation heavily damaged the fabric of reality, turning it into an highly unstable “tissue”. Periodical glitches, travelling “backwards” and “forwards” in time, alter the events of the timeline. From this point, Mike and Reggie's timeline (the Phantasm series timeline) will always be periodically shaken & shocked by glitches which re-write and re-arrange the continuity of the events." "With no small help from Phantasmagorical comparing and contrasting, what Faraday and I now realize and have confirmed through multiple observations of the  Lost Children in action, is that the island has been operating, from here through eternity, as an uber-authorial spacetime storyline fabriclooming dreamweaver, prompting perturbations, magnifying pondripples, equipping sapiens through activating dormant DNA sequences, moving some of us closer to the omegans.... Wielding power to PRO and RETcon, sensing backward and forward and outward through vast 'versal expanse.... wherewhenhowwhatwhying the whole whoville, 'cross all spacetimestorylines..." "But unlike Phantasm, with its random perturbations, we've served full scientific  witness to the power of intentional storyline changes.... from Ben's cancer to Walt's beartrap, and much, much more.... Not just the island, but its offspring, spacetimefateline authors extraordinaire. Aaron Littleton, Charlie Hume, Ji Yeon Kwon, and of course, not the leastofwhich, Walt Lloyd... now the unLost Children, through exposure to rockvril-charged exotic island nurturing, are the once and true omegans... new organic authorials... Able to leap small and large plotholes, divining forward and backward, and across spacetime...."  "So where do the 'cut' scenes go, RET and PROconned out, from the dreamweaving storyline? No, not to some altversic parallel graveyard, instead, they Bohm from explicate plotpaths, to the realm of implicate plotpossibilities.... Yes, we found Bohm was the key, understanding how this all could be.... Reminiscing and preminiscing, yes that's a kosher word, indeed... Homo omegans are the next logical step in the evolution of the species, and the island has shown us how to activate latent DNA strands, to unleash.... Trueblueblooded omegan-sourced fountainflows of authorial gnosis and muse-ic, sensing coextensive seas of plot implicatures, from which ongoing storylines are manifest, explicating in ways perceived by us regular sapiens types as unaltered storylines, sung in and across spacetime, for all the ages....""In Bohm's view, all the separate objects, entities, structures, and events in the visible or explicate world around us are relatively autonomous, stable, and temporary "subtotalities" derived from a deeper, implicate order of unbroken wholeness. Bohm gives the analogy of a flowing stream: 'On this stream, one may see an ever-changing pattern of vortices, ripples, waves, splashes, etc., which evidently have no independent existence as such. Rather, they are abstracted from the flowing movement, arising and vanishing in the total process of the flow. Such transitory subsistence as may be possessed by these abstracted forms implies only a relative independence or autonomy of behaviour, rather than absolutely independent existence as ultimate substances.' (David Bohm, Wholeness  and the Implicate Order, Routledge & Kegan Paul, London, Boston, 1980, p. 48.) Another metaphor Bohm uses to illustrate the implicate order is that of the hologram. To make a hologram a laser light is split into two beams, one of which is reflected off an object onto a photographic plate where it interferes with the second beam. The complex swirls of the interference pattern recorded on the photographic plate appear meaningless and disordered to the naked eye. But like the ink drop dispersed in the glycerin, the pattern possesses a hidden or enfolded order, for when illuminated with laser light it produces a three-dimensional image of the original object, which can be viewed from any angle. A remarkable feature of a hologram is that if a holographic film is cut into pieces, each piece produces an image of the whole object, though the smaller the piece the hazier the image. Clearly the form and structure of the entire object are encoded within each region of the photographic record. Bohm suggests that the whole universe can be thought of as a kind of giant, flowing hologram, or holomovement, in which a total order is contained, in some implicit sense, in each region of space and time. The explicate order is a projection from higher dimensional levels of reality, and the apparent stability and solidity of the objects and entities composing it are generated and sustained by a ceaseless process of enfoldment and unfoldment, for subatomic particles are constantly dissolving into the implicate order and then recrystallizing." [Source: http://www.theosophy-nw.org/theosnw/science/prat-boh.htm ] 3  "And so it is, both of you, Aaron and Walt-- along with your islandic colleagues, Charlie and Ji-- are chief among the chosen ones, equipped as the new omegans, storyline-sensing, plotpath-authoring, our bright-shining hope for better futures, sailing the probabilistic sea of existential implicatures... I know this must all sound like some magic-box fairytale of cheatsheeting, short-selling fate, but trust me, it all makes sense.... Kate's horse, Sayid's cat, and much, much more.... Not some cheesy mountain deux et machina, but rather a fleeting glimpse of another realm..."
"Yes, the island's an uber-authorial, to be sure, able to explicate from the implicate, Bohmian mechanics opens the door. Crux is quantum probabilities, characterizing the implicate order of the fluxflow... Authorial raw materials, non/baryon mirroring  the relations in the field, is the penquill and the parchment, rockvril configurations in proportionals, sends up and in and through, perturbations... Nothing magical here, we're still boxed in, by the limits imposed, within a larger existential envelope... ADP-ATP cycles in the old Fourth World, one of many negentropic patterns battling upstream 'gainst the Second Law's grip... Nonbaryon/baryon relations, rockvril directed mirrormatteringly in and through the grid, exotic effects achieved, nonmagical horse and cat explicates, written in and back out of existence, all from quantum-probabilistic pools of fluxflowing implicates.... The island's happy now she's realized a progeny, fourfold hope for new authorial humanity, new omegans you are, bringing new light to bear, 'cross this cold broad 'verse.... 
....profspeak halting, a rude awakening... shrillbell shrieking, DHARMA redphone hotlineringing.... Pangari answers an abrupt, DHARMAcentral's calling rushed, now's the time for the new omegans to gather... Fifth Worldshift looming, 12/21/12 deadline dooming, time to suit up then, MiGing north and south, gridnodes gearing up for the Leelooing.... ....backpast in Mayaland, not yet called to the plan, Faraday and crew are chasing one from the Hood... Abaddon's on the run, egressing the grotto to make a darksided dropbox deposit, stolen secrets shedding light on the DHARMAville lightsided Fifth World gridnodeplan.... Hurley whirls his wide bulk, catacombing to  and frodo, now sulking and mindmusing the foxhunt away.... plop stop, fizz whizz... Oh, what a relief it is...! No more blood-maizing, monkeybrained diners, drive-ins and dives, sansafieri that little-shortchanged Mayan foodserver, wotta waitronically-challenged guy! Meandering through mullscapes, Hurley checklists a menu for futurespacetimeline reentry.... Cheeseburger from paradise, deep-fried curds with no whey, popcorn chicken finger lickin', banana cream pie.... chicken gravy-filled bundt cakes, with chitin-crunching surprise, scores of Apollo bars dipped in DHARMAlicious whipped cream, oh me oh me my! A veritable taste tour through the land of 21st Century lowbrow culinary delights, flying way sweet 'n low 'neath hi-fat radar of Michelin minus-5-starry nights....  Crunchstumbling slidescrambletumbling, hot-stalking the trail of the swartsvelte ebon espionageur.... Espied beamhold portalrimming the darkpink, Abaddon eludes his DAMAic pursuers.... Brambling backward, Ben breaks off a fowlfaced, curt-blurted reply.... "Hugo, you can multitask your Deal-a-Meal menu later today.... Let's pick up the pace and picante our way, asti spumante infusements in a shrub-faced souffle, with NLP subliminals now whirling your way... HUGO! Hugo, let's cut this shortcake, frost the icing, and skate back to the others...  ....and faster than a speeding New Orleans culinary emeril, Ben and Hurley cut through carbvegnugen corners, bamming into his DHARMAic highness, Gerald de Grootness, corporeal.... "Ooops... So sorry! Here, let me brush off your nyeguywhite lab coat..." Allthumbing the linen, Hurley smears glistenings, now widegrinning..... "Ann Arbor cursive... I'd recognize it anywhere... Had a distant forcibly-removed cousin Fontsy, who embroidered the top of the popemobile..." Chinwincing the IPO, Ben restocks value to their social bonding... "Gerrybaby... Gerald de Groothearted! To what do we owe this special 70's show surprise? Looking to Ponce de Leonwashout that filmy, nagging mitochondrial degradation? Sy Sperling the creeping grey right out from under your mane? Go a'clairoling with Berkelian free radicals?" Bovine-brown wheat-flecking whiskerfields taken, aback now de Groot studies the scenery before counterfacting... "I've got Abaddon cable-tied to an altar boy, in back of the grotto... They were passing notes in the hallway, so I gave 'em a whack, pronto! The boy was in a band of young Brotherhood recruits, charged with nesting Abaddon's future message away, hidden between altarstones mute.... I thwarted their plans thusly... not too shabby for an old mohairy hirsute..."  Ruckus-filled rockways projecting a pathway, soon the others drew near... now flying a bear-hug, Faraday greets his advocateur.... "Tricky-dicky-tavvi-boy! Superconductive salutations, my good friend and mentor... fancypants and lab coats, meeting you here! I was just 'splainin to the nonlocals how DHARMA funded DAMA, leading to planetgridnode riggin'... MiG if by land, and sub if by sea... Just like you suggested, we've been planting de Groot devices for autoconfiguring Baguatic patterns to power up vile and nonvile vortices, leaving rockvril in random default formats at each of the gridnodes, honoring the sanctity of the hidden energy ancient access codes."  Shagmanely, peppersaltspackling visage slants sideways, finally poor Gerry rigs up enough courage.... "Shells-a-shockin', I'll be knockin' and a'rockin' and a'robot-sockin' your world, my good Daniel.... You see... I was not lounging in retirement as much as I was languishing in imprisonment, held captive by the paying recipients of our Dharmic endeavors... I hate ta be bursting your Swan Hatchblasted bubble, but the whole heap'o trouble is due to Brotherhood's serpentine infiltration of DHARMA, at the deepest of deep levels...." "Yes, by the hallowed halls of Hanso it is indeed true, Magnus and Alvar lineaged truebluedarkness, naughty boys in the Hood.... With lightside help I was sprung free, sent back here to warn you, that the loom and gloom doomscape involves a strictrich diet of Apollo bars and DHARMA fudge.... Hanso's working to gridshift us back to some darkpinking age, before the machines worked, forcing us to serfhood, no Dick Daleriffs we save... Yes, there's truth to the rumors of polar shift, resetting magfields wreaking havoc, channeling to a new era nephilimic, dawning a dire Hansoatic League of inordinate ungentlemanlies. Daniel, I'm here now to warn ye, 'bout the dangers and bid ye to come back, please help us, to fight for the future." Slip-sliding away down steep slopes of lost footings, Faraday flashwaxwanes melancholic, true tree-popped uprootings.... So all along, in the background-lurking ebbflowed waves of crepuscular consciousness, our suspicions were  correct... DHARMA's fleecefLocked with darksided, mirror-imaged, ALEful-infusedness.... Still fighting the urge, Faraday reluctantly completes de Groot's Hansoatic dirge.... "While I can't say I'm entirely surprised, it nonetheless comes as a shock, to be sure! I know I was pootmuting my suspicions and fears.... So they intend to 'Jericho' a coup, flying us back to an era known for living the rude crude.... Secret DHARMA stockpiles will help to assure his ascent, heaven help us when they unveil the Brotherhood's full plans for a planetwide lament..."  "Dudes, enough already on the dirgey, porgy, puddin' and pie... Let's kiss the world and make a good try... How's about heading back to the future, Doc Browning ourselves outta this undesired cut and suture....?" Faraday muses Hurley's mullings, headnods an assenting, prompting the next logical connection... "Sergei, how long would it take your team to pack up and MiG us all back to the wormhole, instructing the subs to do the same, sending us back to the future?" Embering a smokestubbledbutt back to life, Sergei quickdraws a cool menthol, drags then relights.... "Call me karma-appled psychic, but I knew thees vas coming... Adwanced prep da, ve knew that, so vun hour maybe two, tops, then... Subs more sandwiched vor time, ja, but vheel make it verk, yashure youbetcha!" Keillor-elvish-norse-led soviets scramble jets with the lefse, and the rest make-work flotsam, coveying the nestful, enacting sevenhabitualized principles...  Rockvril-powering the catacombically-ensconced supersized-McDarkpinkedgate, Faraday programs the de Groot device to a new configuration.... They will leave no trace, no pathway to follow, sealing the portalway shut behind them, waiting two millennia for a subtle rediscovery.... "Ok.... everyone in their appointed places... We're about to mcfly our way back to the future.... Darkpink's a poppin' fresh with familiar options, yes..." Sergei and Alena flash thumbs forward, signaling a noncryptic reply... Hurtling forward through the gate now... they arrive just in time!  Flashed back to the island, shuttles cocked open for the transfer, gate-lagged postMayan teammates unscramble for deployment.... No time left for us.... On our way to better things... distant inroads are calling us, to shedspread our buttery polyrockvrilsaturated wings.... Unspoken efficiency gained through months of hardwon prehistoric sufficiency... No time for breakfast, lunch or dinner, any meal would be a welcomed winner.... Faraday flashforwards their readiness, time to de Groot-charge the rededicated Orchid Commandhatch.... Candlewick waxing, the device screams to life taxing, now begins the organosentiencefaxing....  Ji's first in the gridqueue, darkpinkwinking out now.... Iwo Jima's the target, in the Devil's Sea Triangle... Ji Yeon will Leeloo the Easternmost gridnode... Charlie Hume's next in line, the second harmonic-focal-point Candidate, transiting west to Algeria... South of Timbuktuville, he anchors the West point, a megalithic amphitheater... east/west hot-yang-vilenodes now equidistantly covered by Ji and Charlie, the north/south cool-yin-nonvile-vertices require the presence of Aaron and Walty.4  Faraday codes a transmission from Orchid to Uluru, DHARMAsatphoning coordinates for the final round of darkpinking.... Walt to the South, a McMurdo-huskied mission, DHARMAntarctica covered-up by years of NatGeo scientific expeditions.... Aaron whiskspinkwinks far northward, leylining to the North Pole, DHARMA's icelayered presence buried for decades, de Grooting the gridnode.... Now the LeelooRing's in place, nivening organosentience occupying exotic-charged-particle space, riftrippling outward and upward and inward and toward, four noble-truth-points circumferencing the Gaiagrid homeworld, aligned perfectly slicing the geomagnetic force-field..... Polar shifting to come, Jerichoing the land? Or mutual integrity assurance, ramped up by this intrepid electronivenringband? Tockticking tension permeates pores, chaining firewildly up the commandpost, forewarned... Faraday wonders, he ponders.... What the Brotherhood will demand.... "Orchid Station... This is Orchid Command Headquarters... calling  Uluru.... Lieutenant, is this Uluru..?" Cracklerankledwaveforms popsnap, deform, and now reform.... "Orchid... Hello Orchid..? This is Uluru... Do you read us? This is Uluru... The psipackages are away... I repeat.... The psipackages are away.... The polars have been fleeced.... North and South deployments are released... Over... over..." Solacewashed comfort slides 'crossways through the Orchid.... "Uluru, Uluru... We read you loud and clear... That's all we can do for now... it's all in... the hands of Gaia, I fear..... Thanks to the protocols, our snipers are already in position, 'round the gridnode perimeters, ready to take out any approaching, encroaching Brotherhood sympathizers..."  Crack-reporting rifles chronicle carvered stories for tomorrow's never-dying headlines... Snipingly good shots dolldrop darkseid wannabe Leeloos, tracking traces of bloodwipe, dope-dialed up to the ALEful... "So far, so good... We got Iwo Jima covered... Ah.. Orchid Command... Who's in charge? Who'm I talkin' to...?" "Dr. Faraday here, glad you did not presume... I'm the senior in charge here, de Groot swore me in, too... Actually, he kinda swore at me, but that's another story... Keep up the good work at the East node.... I don't wanna hair on Ji's head harmed, or else you'll incur the wrath of khan Charlie, who will be fumin' like no human you ever did see...!" Trek-tekkified Hurley blurtsforward, bullchinashopping the foray... "Wrath of Kahn....yaright... Dannyboy, never figgered you for one of those scifinight types...  Montalban parading around in corinthian leather multi-pack-abbed tights... Oh-o-o-oh wotta feelin'...Cordoba! Nuthin' like crushed synthfelt againsta thigh, fastfood coffee, proceeding fullspeed down scaldskinning drive.... Dude, I'm glad I didn't pull North Pole duty with Aaron sans Jibootsy... Ya heard the stories 'bout them polar-capped sub-mariner DHARMAcruits? Ensign Hughesnet, don't rock the boat, baby... Ice Station Donkey... heard they just lounge around in their loomyfruits all day, konging Patrick McGoohan filmfests, retro, coldplay... Rock of ages, cleft for Montgomery... Wifeless McMillan, Enright's a devotee.... Man, with my luck I'd be eating seal blubbercakes covered in beargrease, on the grill, a menu pulled straight from Mia Tallow's atkinslaced foodchannel bible... We didn't start the fire, Stroud did... Set that Bear Girls man vs. child guy straight away asearing.... Flame-arrowing the spit brit, frogurt-filled egos Vlad spearing..." Waiting the game out, Hurley's krispykremefed sugar-high nearly bailed now, checking all fourpointed corners, Faraday scourpads the instruments for evidence of  quicklooming doomfall.... Nothing so far..... Hmmm.... Twilight is breaking, fast into darkhood... Fast approaching midnight, 12/21/12's nearly over... I wouldashoulda thought we would know by now what kinda beasty bad thing we'd be bear hugging.... Still no signs of magshift, the field's not repolarizing... Oh no... What's that signal................. A GRB's glooming on the cosmic horizon...! 5  Plugged into Palomar, hooked up to Hubble... DHARMAsat's reporting the same kind of trouble... How could we have missed this?! Gamma Ray bursting our bubble, burned to a blackcrisped, blotched bulk of planetary stubble... Faraday cross-checks the factoids, jaw-drops deferentials into the equation, stunning no silence for conspiracies.... Hmmm....... They were right.... All along, they were right! From Egyptians to Greeks, from Maya to Dogon, from Osiris to Isis, the source of the crisis.... A dogstarstruck system......Sirius! 6  Confirmed... and now reconfirmed a dozen times over.... The burst is hurtling at us from a source linked to past eons, ancient astronomers, now heeding. Faraday wonders as his mind wanders... Will the gridnode shield-function power up at globescale? Leelooing upward, ringforming outward, projecting planetwide, will we witness... the one great deflection? Or will an incandescent-white pillared beam rise, greeting incoming gamma rays... now scattered wide, safely starside?....seconds tock by, ticking timebomb.... what will fate bring... siren's song sung..? Muted silence... aching sensevoid... What will come of us? ....now the moment of truth has drawn nigh.... slender slumbers, our spirits splintered lie..... little hope now, he shuts the screen off... there's no chance now, our fate is sealed off.... men of science, now, reduced to tearscapes, drenching downward, we greet our dim fate... ....tock.......tick............tock..............tick..............stop................... Chronos yields kairos, inflectional infectional chaosiumed reverb..... Meaning-matter-splattered eyes washing downward........ .......................suddenly.........dim sonicglow.....auraful..........pinkwashing tow..... accelerating darkpink flow.........coronal queenfield........not just for show.... .....no.....this lady...........our fair lady.............Gaia mother Earth protector guardian......is............ really........... ........REALLY........reallyREALLY.....unhappy!!! ...........AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!........ ....fever-pitched...... ......................siren-hitched.......... .......look............. out.................. ..............Gaia's REAL pissed............!!!! ......GETYER ENERGYPAWS OFFA ME....... .......YOU SIRIUS DOGBITCH.................... No, the GRB's not random.... Turns out, it's quite Sirius, siblingsquabbles.... ....Demiurgical battles, immemorial................ ................Familyfeudal pleromaquakes.......... cosmic-scale.......and how....! Darkpinking atmosphere, coronal discharges.... No shield, but no yield.... the GRB's gone, now.... ........OMG......Oh......my........God............. ..........Gaia has FDW'd the ENTIREwide world..>! ......................is..........this...what...........they... ...............meant....?! ........Mayan Fifth World....is a...................... .....global.........planar.........ascent..........???! ..............pinkwinkingwideflashout...........swirlingwhirlways fading............. ......normalcy sensing......back into............our pathways.......... ..............is that Jack now.... on the headset......? ..................."FARADAY!.... Is that you? ........Hello.............. ........................... Faraday............................... Faraday? .............................we're reading you loud and clear now...." Jawbreakdropping silence, then Faraday handclicks back a connection.... "Jack... Jack.... Hey, whenwhere are we now? Basking in cracklepinking  afterglow, our instruments are real screwy, and how. Pangari's invoked some wild attributional... spouting forth in mythic proportionals... She thinks Gaia kickstarted her own ascension as a self-preservation survival of the quickest mechanism, attacked by some very Sirius pleromasplintered sibling, rival-sent Gamma Rays bursting between them, Gaia rebirthed to the womb of a higher Fifth World plane, taking us along for the amnioascentienced ride..." Lapsing diagnosticmodely, Dr. Jack's whitecollaring quickstiffens.... "Hey, longtime no see... We're wondering some of the same things herenow... though we're not sure 'bout the wherewhenherenow.... weird dynamics we've been observing..." Drainwashing colorflows ebbing down 'cross his face, Faraday grips the grasp of dire consequences.... "Jack.... Jack.. now we've Jacob's-Ladder-climbed to a new plane of mutual ascent... I must admit right now, I don't know wherewhen we went... All the readouts are haywire, a jumbled-hodge-podged mess, it appears as though we're in a backwardness.... Jack... Jack, some of what we're seeing is suggesting that we may well be moving BACKWARD through spacetime! Now I'm no fervorish devotee of P.K. Dick, but in his Tractates piece, he fuguevision-glimpsed something akin to this." 7 "Jack, I can't confirm this is true, or what it means for me and you... Maybe in our Fourth World sapiensed view, we are the self-duped fools, hardwired to explicate a  reality forward in spacetime, from the implicate fluxflowpool.... Perhaps a perceived directional-- moving forward or backward-- is not a universal, but instead depends on your perspective, based not on some whimsical, but rather on the matterenergy state defining and equipping you, for being an sich as an eternal, expressing and explicating in ways differential.... We see what we believe, as a function of what we are hard and soft-wire-equipped to perceive, simultaneously enabled and limited by the very same manifest explications that matterenergy our being.... Thus an eternal like us, ascended or matterenergy-expressed quite differently, rebirthed to a new plane of existencing, explicates in whole new wonderful keys of life."  "Still...it is a true scaredaunting prospect, especially when considered now, anew.... From the perspective of an ascended Fifth World being an sich, such as it may be, with me and with you... And here we are now with new omegans, the fourfold Lost Children, empowered with seemingly magical authorial abilities... I tell ya, Jack... I've a feeling they'll be indispensable for dealing with our strange unbrave new world, aware of the fluxflowshift.... New omegan-based powers, Ret and Proconning the grid... I only hope that now, fLocke doesn't try to Decon-poison us quick.... with an ALEVril drink or a blackrock unholy sink..... I sure hope we don't smell that rat again...... I'll take my chances with darkpink...." ..........and now.......let the Lostwriting storyline begin once again, anew.............. To be continued....? Namaste Dr. Todd J. Hostager P.S. Summer holiday has now arrived, signaling time for more R & R.... We'll see where the muse in the future lies.......... _________________________________________________________________________ ENDNOTES: 1. Definitely one of the more intriguing sites on the planet for Lost aficionados: "Uluru ( /ˌuːluːˈruː/), also known as Ayers Rock, is a large sandstone rock formation in the southern part of the Northern Territory, central Australia. It lies 335 km (208 mi) south west of the nearest large town, Alice Springs; 450 km (280 mi) by road. Kata Tjuta and Uluru are the two major features of the Uluṟu-Kata Tjuṯa National Park. Uluru is sacred to the Aṉangu, the Aboriginal people of the area. It has many springs, waterholes, rock caves and ancient paintings.... Uluru is an inselberg, literally "island mountain", an isolated remnant left after the slow erosion of an original mountain range.... There are a  number of differing accounts given, by outsiders, of Aboriginal ancestral stories for the origins of Uluru and its many cracks and fissures. One such account, taken from Robert Layton's (1989) Uluru: An Aboriginal history of Ayers Rock,reads as follows: Uluru was built up during the creation period by two boys who played in the mud after rain. When they had finished their game they travelled south to Wiputa ... Fighting together, the two boys made their way to the table topped Mount Conner, on top of which their bodies are preserved as boulders. (Page 5). Two other accounts are given in Norbert Brockman's (1997) Encyclopedia of Sacred Places. The first tells of serpent beings who waged many wars around Uluru, scarring the rock. The second tells of two tribes of ancestral spirits who were invited to a feast, but were distracted by the beautiful Sleepy Lizard Women and did not show up. In response, the angry hosts sang evil into a mud sculpture that came to life as the dingo. There followed a great battle, which ended in the deaths of the leaders of both tribes. The earth itself rose up in grief at the bloodshed, becoming Uluru." [Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uluru ] Yes, the first origin account does paint an uluring connection to Lost, in particular, the yin/yangly relationship among siblings Jacob and MIB... And the second account cues visions of Brotherhood dancing through our heads, Nephilimic nastiness spilling bloodshed all over the island... Hmmm.... wonder who you think is the Lost correlate to the Sleepy Lizard Women...? Sounds like the makings of a fine and undandy Bert I. Gordon low-budget horror film....  2. Farscape fans are rejoicing... Wayne Pygram's back in the building... Not only does Alice Springs from the earth near Uluru, we also have Scorpius healing masses, though Rose was not blooming: Gridfans will note Isaac's admonition, urging Bernard and Rose to seek elsewhere for a remission. For other energynodal options, see the vortex list at the link provided in Endnote 4, below. 4. For more information on the vile and nonvile vortices arrayed in the planetary energy grid, please see the following: 5. While they are very infrequent, Gamma Ray Bursts (GRBs) are a potent and deadly force to be reckoned with in the universe: "A gamma-ray burst in the Milky Way, if close enough to Earth and beamed towards it, could have significant effects on the biosphere. The absorption of radiation in the atmosphere would cause photodissociation of nitrogen, generating nitric oxide that would act as a catalyst to destroy ozone.According to a 2004 study, a GRB at a distance of about a kiloparsec (approximately 3,000 light-years) could destroy up to half of Earth's ozone layer; the direct UV irradiation from the burst combined with additional solar UV  radiation passing through the diminished ozone layer could then have potentially significant impacts on the food chain and potentially trigger a mass extinction.The authors estimate that one such burst is expected per billion years, and hypothesize that the Ordovician-Silurian extinction event could have been the result of such a burst, although there is no current evidence to support this idea. There are strong indications that long gamma-ray bursts preferentially or exclusively occur in regions of low metallicity. Because the Milky Way has been metal-rich since before the Earth formed, this effect may diminish or even eliminate the possibility that a long gamma-ray burst has occurred within the Milky Way within the past billion years.No such metallicity biases are known for short gamma-ray bursts. Thus, depending on their local rate and beaming properties, the possibility for a nearby event to have had a large impact on Earth at some point in geological time may still be significant. [Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gamma-ray_burst ] Given the proximity of the Sirius system to Earth, the potential for global damage and disruption is significant: "Sirius appears bright because of both its intrinsic luminosity and its proximity to Earth. At a distance of 2.6 parsecs (8.6 ly), the Sirius system is one of Earth's near neighbors. [Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sirius ] 6. From ancient Egyptians to the Maya to the Greeks, on forward, the Sirius star system occupies an interesting place in our history: "Many cultures have historically attached special significance to Sirius, particularly in relation to dogs. Indeed, it is often colloquially called the "Dog Star" as the brightest star  of Canis Major, the "Great Dog" constellation. This name may derive from the Egyptian god Anubis. The Gaza Sphinx, which Robert Temple in his book "The Sphinx Mystery" has documented is actually a dog and not a lion, had originally the head of Anubis. Anubis was a dog and not a jackal as there were no jackals in Egypt at that time. The Sphinx is facing Sirius at the time when the star rises over the horizon at sunrise at the summer solstice, the time when the Nile started flooding, and the Egyptians probably held great ceremonies when that happened. It was classically depicted as Orion's dog. The Ancient Greeks thought that Sirius' emanations could affect dogs adversely, making them behave abnormally in the heat of summer ("Dog Days"—the Romans knew these days as dies caniculares and the star as Canicula, "little dog"). Their excessive panting was thought to place them at risk of desiccation and disease. In extreme cases, a foaming dog may have rabies, which could infect and kill humans who'd been bitten. [Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sirius ] Most intriguing of all is the claims concerning the Dogon, specifically the nature and origin of their knowledge regarding Sirius A's counterpart, Sirius B, as well as a Red Dwarf companion: "In the 1970s, a book by Robert Temple titled The Sirius Mystery related the traditions of the Dogon concerning Sirius and the Nommos to a general audience. In The Sirius Mystery, Temple presented hundreds of pages of evidence advancing his conclusion that the Dogon knowledge of astronomy and non-visible cosmic phenomenon could best be explained if this knowledge had been imparted upon them by an extraterrestrial race that had visited the Egyptians at some point in the past. Temple related the Dogon beliefs and imagery and he contends that the Nommos were extraterrestrial inhabitants of the Sirius star system who traveled to earth at some point in the distant past, and that they  imparted knowledge about the Sirius star system as well as our own solar system upon the Egyptians, and the Dogon have recorded these beliefs as their main religion and secret teachings.... Carl Sagan has noted that the first reported association of the Dogon with the knowledge of Sirius as a binary star was in the 1940s, giving the Dogon ample opportunity to gain cosmological knowledge about Sirius and the solar system from more scientifically advanced, terrestrial societies whom they had come in contact with. It has also been pointed out that binary star systems like Sirius are theorized to have a very narrow or non-existent Habitable zone, and thus a high improbability of containing a planet capable of sustaining life (particularly life as dependent on water as the Nommos were reported to be). Daughter and colleague of Marcel Griaule, Genevieve Calame-Griaule, defended the project, dismissing Van Beek's criticism as misguided speculation rooted in an apparent ignorance of esoteric tradition.Van Beek continues to maintain that Griaule was wrong and cites other anthropologists who also reject his work. The assertion that the Dogon knew of another star in the Sirius system, Emme Ya, or "larger than Sirus B but lighter and dim in magnitude" continues to be discussed. In 1995, gravitational studies indicated the possible existence of a red dwarf star circling around Sirius but further observations have failed to confirm this.Space journalist and skeptic James Oberg collected claims that have appeared concerning Dogon mythology in his 1982 book and concedes that such assumptions of recent acquisition is "entirely circumstantial" and has no foundation in documented evidence and concludes that it seems likely that the Sirius mystery will remain exactly what its title implies; a mystery." [Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nommo ] 
7. Yes, Philip K. Dick's Tractates Cryptica Scriptura is one mind-blowing trip through a new cosmic-consciousness expanse. Extracted from Valis, fire up your favorite mindscapescoring artist... Jefferson Airplaning the White Rabbit, King Crimsoning a new Court, Amboy Dukesing a Journey to the Center of the Mind, Iron Butterflying In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, ELPing a KarnEvil9, Moody Bluesing The Story In Your Eyes, or....? Pick your retcon, procon, decon poison and.... enjoy! Lost Coda & Tractates Mindscape Aural Accompaniments: (for tabbed cranking whilst cranium's crackling....) | |