LOST CODA VII:
LOST OUTBACK, DREAMTIMING ULURU
BAGUATIC BATTERIES CHARGING PLANETARY GRIDNODES
BEWARE THE NEW BROTHER, IN THE DARKSIDED HOOD......
Skirting chasmic divides, plainfall finally realized, moving bas to full relief.... Yes, quite uluring, this rock is.... Empty stomachs agrowl, pausing sleepful awhile, strange birds screeching afoul, wakeful dreamsleep, and now.... drifting slowly on air, coursing high without fear, flying dreamtimespaced fare.... "Walt.... WALT!.... Time to wake up, you sleepyhead! No time left for you, on your way to better things, you'll find yourself some wings, distant roads are calling you.......... Guess who....?"
Smudge-smearing sleepwalkfilled eyes, rousing remnants of consciousness back to plush life, Walt wheedles his fortune, gazing straight at the features of.... "YOU!.... Hey, what're you doing here.... I thought that.... Keep your hands offa Vincent...!"
Blast-doored back swiftly, with a soft-muzzling recoil, Vincent scrambles away, smelling foul post-peak black oil.... My what big feet you have, Aaron Littleton! Cooling down, descending Michaelic shortmined-fusefield, Walt squints a clint westward, ho, sprouting neologisms spored Aaron's way.... "Man, what a desolate dryscape! It's been a few years... but I recognize weirdling moundshape... Uluru beckons, like a verdant-shimskimmery dancer, sweeping limnly, kirking forward... this is the one truly big looming popspocking mccoy...."
Safecracking goldenlocks theronal wide open, Aaron leans backward and yawns for a moment... Sun-bleached UV-leached hair now parted, golden fleece-shimmied-skin unmallblarted.... "Uncle Walty... been a long time! Howya doin'... no hard feelings?" Abacused eyes darting past chad-hung choices, Walt probes, yielding truths with tried calculated consequences... "Aaron, my boy... Golden child of the D-base initiative, bene gesseritic savior, holy propitiator.... Oh, for the lifeofmymarvinsgardencandle, I can't remember how long it's been since we disorientationed here."
Grailfully gutgrowling, Aaron redmawrabbits ni-fulls, swallowing.... "You always did have a deadzone for realnowspace, despite your admittedly high-powered EMFrift distortions... Yeah.... welcome back to the Aussie unjungle, the islandic mainlandia dreamtiming companion... Lotsa power, but without its own inneural Gaiadance system! Uluru.... Big rock of ayers, uncleft for thee... Ben Grimming nodal nexus, wartglommed on a broad-expansive, rump of rind-dried-desertsea! Ahh... All the history lessons, from aboriginal songlining to Nazi warcriming.... Himmler called it 'der Inselberg'... veritable islandmountain by land, and too, without sea..."
Cerberus receding, hellokitty entreating, angerlanced Walt now muses quite freely... "Hey, I missed out that innerfield trip to the Ahnenerbe-funded gridscape, powering weird wunderwaffen experiments, safely ensconced within motherlodal Uluru.... Heard they plucked out much good stuff, airlifted back home to the groomlake, die Glockedundspieled right next to the Roswell rotsmelly exhibit.... Did they extract any native rockvrildewy mechanista?"
Smugfilling the balance, Aaron quickshifts his valence... "Basic RockVril 101, my boy... donna toucha the gridnodes or.... kablooey-riprend the locals... spacetime fabric, that is.... Just between you and me, I was never that cautious... When Faraday lunarlanded here, I knew what my life's work would be: george mcflying the friendly new skies of my psi-density, under the wide-wing of Faraday's eagle-eyed guidance.... Too bad that amazing hatchdoor of Randi-busting opportunities was Kelvinatored straight down to the floor....by a Hanso-handed dictum, effectively ghost-towning the rockvriled inner gridcore."
"Shortlisting my options, DHARMA passcodes unnailing remuddled steel-ringed coffins, I broached the de Groots' inner grotto sanctum... And Uluru, my sweet dreamsonged Uluru, yielded willingly her fair share of the secrets.... Valenzetti's way-driven, de Groot cheat-steal-wheeled galaxies to get them, clawing tooth line and sinkhole, boomtubing Crab Nebula to the brink, and there... He saw it........ THE pattern he so long had hoped for....... The original unsinful primordial blackrock/whiterock/LOLVril/ALEVril pattern.... Master key, central template, for Gaiaic power generation, Demiurgical in its creation..."
Morning breaking, with gentlewild unslumbers.... Groggy off in the distance, kookaburra sits, spinning new sunwashed songscapes.... "Hey Aaron, c'mon! Don't stonecold steve austin me here in six-mil suspenseland! Cough it up... whatya find inside the islandrock?" Dramapreening graceful, Aaron milks another pailful, then curdles the way.... "Dude, I wasn't trying to go all Hurleybird on you, flitflashing the latenight away. This is one drumrolling shocker-- manohmanohman-- talkaboutyer fine and righteous excellentnot adventure! De Grootmeister found out the hard way that the pattern was there all the time, flashbackwarding right before his very own eyes, hownowdivined all those long ages ago... It's the BAGUA, man, the plain-simple truth-telling template for the DHARMA logo!" 1
"Painstaking the gridnodal corpus, they callosummed to the core... Sampling rockvril nodal distributions, cross the broad-ranging planetary grid system, cataloging diverse configurations, they tweaked and teased the power system... And the result is a 21st Century cookbook for making the magic in a myriad of ways, from shielding to beam-burning, from terran teleporting to intergalactic wormholing, from healthful longevity to creeping cancerous necrosis, and much, much more.... All through systematic proportions and arrangements of the four fundamental elements: blackrock, whiterock, ALEVril, and LOLVril."
Nudging for coatstroke, Vincent brushes Walt's bristling thigh... "Yanno, Aaron, I can forgive you for stealing Ji from me, and now she's with Charlie, so it must be karmic chi... You were always the neo, the one chosen by ouroborotical She.....
But why me" Why here? Why now?"
"Well, Walty... As much as I'd like to bask in the shrill chill of your faux obeisance, believe it or not, I have larger motives in mind, exterior and ulterior, on grander scales than you can scarcely imagine... But in order to proceed down those eightfold pathways, we must start at the beginning....the interior galleries of our pride, joy, and regret... our loyalties and betrayals.... our loves and our hates... Walt, we need you on board for the coming apocalypse, psiteaming the powergrid patterns, solving soulfilled Valenzetti equations, on the lightside of darkness...."
"But first you've got some unfinished business, kindred psibruthas know more than we tell, 'bout the deep-seated pain and regret we all fight to quell.... Let me help you release father Michael from lost islandsouls' grip, grieving atonement, karmic redemption, ungrateful dead husk-crewed ship, it's definitely worth the voyage, the long, strange cross-planar trip..."
Tremorous rocking and reeling, shudderquaked psibling's revealing, Walt slope-stumbles from numb into feeling.... "Ah, sure... Ok... I'm all for hearing about what you have in mind, body and soul... Islandgrip's tough on the undeaded debits... You gotta plan for flippin' those debits to credits in heaven, let's give it a go'!"
Leaning closer, whispered volumes, Aaron pulls back the curtain.... "Faraday learned 'bout the cleanout, Nazi devices and other exotic equipment, packed in grottos through far-reaching catacombs lacing the layers of large Ayers... Aboriginals kept like criminals, we briefed and unleashed them back to their freedom... Turns out that, among other things, the Ahnenerbe-funded Himmlerites were studying the effects of various Bagua-based rockvril combinations in conjunction with native dreamtiming, with a mind's eye to divining a means for amplifying their ages-old cross-planing..."
"Traditional Australian indigenous peoples embrace all phenomena and life as part of a vast and complex system-reticulum of relationships which can be traced directly back to the ancestral Totemic Spirit Beings of The Dreaming.... They believe that every person essentially exists eternally in the Dreaming. This eternal part existed before the life of the individual begins, and continues to exist when the life of the individual ends. Both before and after life, it is believed that this spirit-child exists in the Dreaming and is only initiated into life by being born through a mother. The spirit of the child is culturally understood to enter the developing fetus during the fifth month of pregnancy.When the mother felt the child move in the womb for the first time, it was thought that this was the work of the spirit of the land in which the mother then stood. Upon birth, the child is considered to be a special custodian of that part of his country and is taught the stories and songlines of that place... In one version (there are many Aboriginal cultures), Altjira was the god of the Dreamtime; he created the Earth and then retired as the Dreamtime vanished." 2
"And so you can see, Michael's last best hope for release, is to redream him into new being, islandfetus receiving... We must dreamtime a connection back to the island of lost souls, songlining down to the underworld.... Michael's been proving redemptive custodianship, an at-one-ment with the island, since his dark crossing over... She will be returning to the island, one who will indeed rebirth him, back to a higher-planed existence, fresh from an ALEful imprisonment..."
Breeching Uluru, traversing deep recesses snaking far upward, they corner a hidden chamber... Rock rearranging, followed by vril-system charging, Aaron glowsprings the Baguatica back to full life... Veined ceilingslabs parting, winking starscape, looming dreamweave... forktuned for songlining, from undead depths up to lofty high planes... "Hold onta yer hat! I'm about ta step into the middle of this thing and pull a Leeloo, fifth-elementing us right into an extradimensional high energy conduit... One paxton-patented express elevator to purgatoria... going down... NOW!!"
....snap-crackly-apopping... skull skittle-skewing splintering.... evanescent waveforms ebb and flow glimmering.... shimmerfield darkening, now crimson-tideswiped by rougeblacked awakenings, 'midst necrotic darkdankshadowed slitherings.... Now the monomytheroic walk through MIBshadowmaged Underworld begins.... veilpierced lacewebs wash over, in and through them, rippleponding non- and baryonic exotics, implicate-throbbing cosmicheartbeat.... They are... now..... THERE....at................. the......................voidedge....................................
....Dad.......DAD!...?
Is that...... you?
................DAAAAAAAAAAD!
(gasp......)
..........Dad.... Where... are.... you?
....HEY....... It's ME........ walt.......
(sniff....)
......Dad...?
[shadowhand piercing the planesedge....
......Michael walks through to the light...
....still shaking.......guiltquaking.......]
..Dad....Dad......so good to see ya!
(sniff.....)
Walt? Walt... it's good to see you, too..
...I'm so sorry... so so sorry...
.....I had to leave you.... behind....
..Libby and Ana... weighing hard...
.....on my karmabind......
........penitential redemption...
...forgiving myself is the hard part...
................oh son..... oh my dear son....
....I'm so......so............sorry........
..I did it all for the sake of you....
....forever regretful, now I move...
...through each cold day, seeking anew...
.....Walt.....Walt.....please......,,
.............HEEEEEEEEELP!
.......Help.....save...........
........me from the............void.....
(sniff........)
...Dad.....Dad.....You still there?
..............I'm with Aaron....
.......Hey, we found a way to save ya!....
...She'll be there sometime soon...
.......help you move tomb to womb...
...just follow the warmglowing light.....
..... She will steer you aright....
....Dad....Dad........
...........I love you!
(sniff...)
..Walt... gotta go now... I miss you...
.....I....I.... I'll... see you in another lifetime...
......I promise....I'll be there for you....
....This time I'll be there for you, forever...
.........I....promise...........
Tearstreams flowing freely, scrubbing toxins from soulscapes, father and son part from the knowing.... Dreamtime fades fast back to wakefulness, Walt collapses broken in heartfelt, Vincent nuzzles calmly, soothing with solace.... Thy will now be done, in heaven and on earth, hardwon.....
....back in the far-flung Mayan past, catacombing back from paralithic Tikal, a fraypaled-tunic-clad-lackey bursts the glow-fumed cavern.... "Itzamna.... ITZAMNA.... Your highness... The solstice is coming! The solstice is coming! Cold-shudder-shouldered-shake, creator-deity yoke chafed into place, a falcon-nosed Faraday preens his avian avatar's case... 'Guess I lost track of time... not the first time, for sure... Sorry, I gotta go play stargazing ceremonial god later tonight, for their (and our) sake... I sure don't begrudge Wills and fair Kate, royal duties as such simply cannot wait... It soon will be time for Itzamna to long-count our fate."
Shifting nervously, drowning in soft-shimmering pools of ceremonial garb, Faraday stoops to explain... "Look, I know what you're thinking.... No, I never had a Napoleon complex or anything of that ilk... this outfit doesn't even fit me and it sure succeeds in rubbing the raw way..... Although I do admit to passing fantasies of winning the Nobel prize in physics or the Van Cliburn competition, my core raison d'etre is to serve man, not in a Richard Kiel magna-cum-frontal-lobe kinda way, but rather in a man-behind-the-curtain manner, lynchpinning a flanking assault on the Brotherhood's power base, kneecapping their ability to rain a new terror of dark days onto this planet...."
"As you likely suspected, DHARMA's the latest in a greatest litany of lightsided legacies, kinhooded fraternals fighting Satan's eternals.... From the original sinfilling Eden-slimed serpent to crom-cringing cimmerians, from aleful Anubisians to loathsome Lemurians, from necromantic Nazis to nepotistic NWO'ers, all the world's been quite a stage for our ongoing yinyangy struggles... Dodging Abaddon and others, globe-circling the gridnodes, unearthing devices we had planted and buried, the temporal telescopescape was pulled back, revealing the looming larger tapestry.... Only one step behind, Brotherhood frenchpressing the rear, hindsighted gluteal fear, we somehow squeezed through a new year.."
Pus-puddle-smudging putresced popglobules, Hurley playplaces his grey-mattered waystation.... "Well, call me Cornelius... who'da thought I'd be picking primate pustulence outta my cuspids....... Monkey brains for dinner, mate? What's next, sweetbreads for supper, haggus for halftime, and offal for overtime?" Charlie toothflashes a grin, tonic solacing Ji's yin, yielding respite from the din, Hurley's food-mongering again... "Hugo, oh Hugo... What're we gonna do wid ya? We'll go easy on you this time, with the old Mayan country buffet... Ji... let's put away the seven-layer-antroachcrunch-delight, for another manioc-topped night!"
Doffing bird-brainmaned headgear, Faraday resumptive, ever the seer... "Let's make one thing quite clear... long-counting Maya astronomer-mathematicians were no dummies, my dear.... While history accords me Itzamnal credits regarding the heavens, it was Maya mensans probing vigesimal patterns, mapping myth-based long cycles, from August 11th, 3114 BCE all through to December 21st, 2012 AD.... No apologies to fireflyed Chiwetel Ejiofor, but some due us from Herr Emmerich und Keanu, CSM's exploding pueblo was indeed supersoldier hematitemagneato... 20 K'atun's one makes, B'ak'tun cycling relates, Fifth world movement's apace...."
"Less cryptosporidicallyphagecorticollicking-- now my baryon-baked-brainfugue has achorded an out-- we needed to travel back to this tikaled past not only since we had already pondripple-delivered gridnodal devices in the herepastnow; we also required contemporaneous access to Maya wisdom regarding the nature of the 2012 B'ak'tuning.... Will this be some dread-drenched darkcity cataclysmical forktuning, or a luminescently lightsided New Earth egg-birthing, full-planets-worth-raptured ascending? According to the Maya...."
"The coming Fifth World (where our present World is presented as the Fourth) is said to arrive following a cycle in nature affecting our entire Solar System, where our Earth births an egg (Mystery Egg, Hidden Egg) and then moves "up" within our system to reach its crowning place. All of the Earth's life is then said to be "raised" to its perfected-eternal form. Some tribes refer to this period of change as "Purification Time". During this period of purification, time is said to change where we must choose between the natural Time we have now upon our Earth (meant for us) and an unnatural time structure which removes us from nature and our opportunity to reach the Fifth World. It is told that everyone will have to choose between the two time frames—one leading to the Fifth World with our Earth, and the other (which will be very alluring, deceiving many) which will remove us from our Earth, taking us to oblivion."
Moist-rolling a сигарета, Sergei pipelines smooth-cool-menthol-carcinogenica, purplegreyhazing a faceframe, chiming in for the killjoy.... "Fourth Verld, Fifth Verld, six bits, a ruble... Scully a mulder, purity controller.... now fighting for future, ve look to the past, scouring mold-Mayan texts, vhat they see may come next...."
With glasnosted gusto, Stolichnaya-filled cups flow.... Ben side-slip-minsks a muted-brown-note, low.... "Hey, who stepped onna mouse? Hugo, tryin' ta clear the whole house? Dan, I've heard all that New Age incense-burningman, crystal ball gazing kaka-doodledoodabya before..and yeah, I've seen enough mindfreakin' magic on the islandic adventure to grasp the blackundeckervriljahappyhoo barebones of your DAMA Initiative save-the-world subroutine within the larger DHARMA enterprise.... But why here, why now? In fact, I'm not sure I'm even sure 'bout the now! Exactly when are we, right now, mein prof?"
Tapdanced glasses cease clinking, Faraday quaffs without blinking, milking silence bears broodful thinking.... "In the immortal words of my Amway salesrephappy fourth-removed cousin... I'm so glad you asked.... Set of steak knives butcher-blocked aside, with the earliest known long-count-based carvings dating to 36 AD, we're likely copresent with Christ, in a temporal driftmeaning..... Now is the Valensname time to be here, for Sergei to lose his tags and for us to MiG-rig the vortices, installing hidden devices for activating the planetwide energy grid two millennia hence, on December 21st, 2012. Since the Brotherhood has yet to interfere, they must need the grid to unleash their dark doomsday fear...."
"Back in the future, we found fragmented stoneshards, hinting glimpses of B'ak'tuning details, lost to the past our hope for the future... So the pondrippling moires, more complexly inward/outward compadres, Sergei's timelooping dogtags, stoneshardshattered futures, whotta drag... We knew we had to come back here to read the writings on the wall, so we could face a Fifth-Worlded future more intelligently informed, by Maya astronomical predictions then destroy them, lest Brotherhood be warned.... Defacing the future, erasing the records, of crucial endtime-finelined-details, lest they fall to foul hands...."
Speaking of the devil.... Slinking silently to scry, a lithe swartsvelte ebon spy... In the shadows he hides, spelunking the banter, fortune rides.... Now we're getting somewhere! Brother Abaddon teases a number 2 from his tunic, penciling graphic notes from the dead.... sealed for two millennia, information providing Brotherhood with a key thread-- the final, crucial component for unlocking planetary gridpower and directing it to dark ends.... Yes, now Doc Faraday is finally getting to the goods, they can use for the bad...
"With a high degree of certainty, we suspect the planet grid platforms a range of effects observed on smaller nodal scales.... from shielding to beamblasts, from terran teleporting to intergalactic wormholing, from nonlocal 'psychic' sentience to healing, from accelerated aging to carcinogenic teratomata.... So our DAMArades and DHARMArades in the future are hard at work, running models to solve the equations, slogging through myriad combinatorial perambulations, seeking to divine the undivine uses to which the unholy Brotherhood may apply a comandeered planetgrid. It shuddershakes one's core thoughts, considering what may lie beneath the smokescreening surface of their shadowy plans..."
"Will they 'dial in' our doom through fast-aging or quick-cancering the good people of the Earth from existence, 'oblivioning' the lightside, leaving intact their chaffbacked foul friends, effectively mirror-imaging Mayan Fifth World prophecy? Will they pull a last-minute sabotage, gridgimping the system, removing a shield-based or beam-blasted ability to thwart looming asteroidal doom? Or will they rock/vril configure the gridscape to deliver a final fatal electromagnetic nudge, tipping us past the point of no return, polar shifting us out of the 21st Century, back to a 'Jerichoed' preindustrial united state of chaosium, ripe for the picking as a New World of (dis)Order?"
Abaddon's grinch-grinning visage now glistens quite glowingly.... Here's the part that will go down in our darkseided history.... Faraday bean-spills the secret, recently gleaned from glyph-covered Mayan stele.... "Let this not leave the room, lest it seal our shared doom.... What the Maya have foreseen, in the planetwide machine, is a Fourfold Way key, unlocking the powers that may be... Sergei, your specialist concurs? Alena agrees with this interpretation?"
"Da, da, da..... She's steel back in compound... How you say... Daniel Jacksoning data for residual meanings.... But basic message clear... Must have four psychics-- mit prior extended islandexposure ramping up powerscale-- present and accounted for at key gridsites on exact day and time, for full powerup and control to verk. Candidates have been sampled... Alena's bloodverk confirms primaries, mit secondary backups... Must have primary grid candidates in place along Fourfold gridpattern on December 21st, 2012.... Aaron Littleton, Charlie Hume, Ji Yeon Kwon, and Valt Lloyd...."
Sweatbrow receding from backhanded sweeping, Faraday seals the deal on the fateful fourfold plan for gridding us back from the edge of evil.... "Excellent! The plan will be in place, as soon as we get these two back to the future.... Charlie and Ji, you know the drill by now, as you've been mentally rehearsing this for two days now.... Father Desmond showed us the way, enduring potent islandpowered fields with no lasting dismay.... You'll 'Leeloo' the grid into play, psycho-organically directing the power array... Four candidates, aligned in a fourfold way, one east, one west, one north, and one south...representing each of the Four Noble Truths."3
"This certainly fits with the records of research on die Glocke on the island and at Area 51.... Four levitating psychics, 'round the Nazi-forged bell, blackrock-whiterock smelted, ALEvril-LOLvril-charged well... Sergei, it shivers my timbers right on down to the marrow, to think what would happen if the Brotherhood ever snap-clicked this puzzlepiece in place... Imagine four foul-willed psychics, darkside-infusing and directing the grid...!"
"While we do know what happens when single gridnodes are energized using particular Baguatic rockvriled patterns, we don't know what'll happen once we charge up the worldwide grid... We suspect that the psychics will layer over additional organo-energied sentience on the Gaiamind, currently tracing indeterminate arcs 'cross the Pacific, on the island of lost souls and second (and third) chances.... Gridcandidates Aaron, Charlie, Ji, and Walt will occupy equidistant positions along a longitudinal section slicing the Earth, one on the top (north), one on the bottom (south), and two in the middle (east and west)...."
"Will this be necessary as a means of stabilizing the planetwide gridfield, forestalling a looming, cataclysmically polar-shifting field-flipping electromagnetic event? Or will it be the catalyst enabling grid-based generation of an Earthscale shield or an asteroid-killer beam? I wish I could say we knew... and now all we can do is place faith in Mayan prophecy, that whatever the looming dooming boom, covering all four gridnet bases will establish a basis for channeling the planet away from oblivion, up to the next higher Fifth World plane...."
....pensive musings now broken, Abaddon's flight spurs rockfalling... Hurley whirls a light-brigaded nocharge... "Hey, that's the creepy lawyerdude from hellspawn who visited me while I was dreamtimin' at Club Meds... What's he doin' here in glyph-riddled Mayaland, man?"
...click-clacking footfall plunging depths catacombical, Abaddon's escape seems all but assured for now.... Eyes sync-turn Faradayward, pleading softly for reassurances.... "Ahhh..... I hate to say this.... But if we don't stop him from planting that information for later retrieval, or bringing it back to the future, our fates may hang on a darkside-imbalanced, Ma'atted scale of final judgment! Heaven help us all, please deliver us from looming evil...."
Will they stanch the blacktidal, waverippling through to the future, placing darkseided Candidates in the planetary array, aligning our futures in an ALEful Fourfoldnobletruthed Way....?
To be continued...... Heh-heh-heh....!
Namaste
Dr. Todd J. Hostager
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ENDNOTES:
1. For more information on the Bagua, please see the following:
2. Hmmm.... Altjira....? That name rings a bell. A close coincidence most likely, but a fun Jungian synchronicity, nonetheless:
Wonder how Lapidus would look, dressed in fine godlike headdress and tunic, piloting across the bright sky....
3. Yes, the Four Noble Truths are linked with the Noble Eightfold Path, with the latter often represented by the Dharmacakra Dharma Wheel. For more information in these regards, please see: