The Anomaly

[HuggieSunrise]

The mind swimming in illusions and strangeness..

The weirdness faded to black. A pool of myth and inky deadened noises..

The sensations of being moved.. Dragging of a man into a chamber. Nine lights around him.

Sensing the mind.. prodding.. The first bridges between worlds via memories.

in a strange blue haze, a vision, France.. common era.. Eiffel tower standing up into the sky... as its enveloped into a pillar of light... blinding light...

into a form.. a flowing old being in robes..

~ understanding takes reference, perspective, knowledge... 'we' contain... ~

~ ETERNITY ~

The words spoken my multitudes, oceans of voices, as a vision of " ishmael/malta " with two suns.

Ships... came.. many vessels of varying shapes forms and sizes..

They blanketed the brown sphere...

Time passes... the two suns rising and falling together over a world the humans would never see.

Swooping down on this remote world, its richness Surveyed.

The races that could work, enslaved.. others that were useless harvested to feed to locals. This forced cannaballisim was supervised by a distinct species.. Three legs..

The Daam'n and Their "Dominion". The ones left behind, The exiled.

Large.. Nomad looking structures rising from the planet heading towards the sun. Nomads Towing it.. into place.

Green gasses, millions of miles of small bio engineered bacteria seeping from these "gates" surround the violet star.

Suddenly the star, gates, and ships vanish. The Nomads remain, silent keepers of a discarded world.

Ishmael slowly dies... only one sun many of the planets in the system derail from their orbits and float away.

A large 'husk', Broken, failing.....

An invisible mass pushing ever so slightly on the wreak putting it to rest in the orbital dead zone between orbits.

Landing craft wouldn't need to use much fuel to get to Malta this way... they just had to slowly let her gravity pull them in.

The invisible hand continued to watch these creatures. it did not know their 'kin' where settling in...

The vision came back to a more personal encounter. The blue figure.. flowing before him.

~Ishmael still supports light. 'we' left it in slumber. 'we' were awakened by the screams of 'ours' being pulled/torn away into the -void-~

It came closer to Ansels "presence".

~'we' are the eldest, 'we' protect / make safe, 'we' are Harbinger of -Light-~

~What is a thought, Compared to a mind. What is a drop of rain, compared to the storm. Our unity is full of wonder, that your tiny individualism cannot comprehend.

The children of the grass bring you before us on behalf of the three winds, speak and you will know our wisdom.~

[Rodent]

I record these details for my own eyes alone, should I need to reference what I...saw.

As the haziness finally cleared, I was in blackness. It stretched out before me, behind me, all around me. The entity seemed to be contemplating me as I floated in the void. Seconds passed. Minutes. Then the visions came. A vision of the Eiffel Tower, one of Gallia's most memorable monuments. The entity had recognized where I was from. The Tower slowly disappeared in a beam of blinding light, and before me stood a figure. It is...hard to describe what it looked like, as it appeared covered in some form of light. I could vaguely make out two arms and a torso however., indicating a vaguely humanoid appearance. A voice echoed in my head, imploring me to understand, to put into perspective. I waited.

Flick.

There was a dusty planet, orbiting what seemed to be a binary star system. An armada of ships moved in, design unlike *anything* I had ever seen before. They settled, and built. Time passed in a blur, as cities rose and fell. Local species were subjugated or destroyed by their will. They dominated and flourished. Structures, massive in size and scope were being constructed on the planet.

Flick.

Massive ships and structures rose into the sky. Predominant among them was a gate of immense proportions, guarded by forms I recognized. They were Nomads. They begin construction of...something, around one of the stars, until the violet star is near invisible to the eye.

Flick.

In a blink, the star and the gates are...gone. Loss of the violet star destabilizes many planets' orbits, and they float away into the endless void. Even...Malta, It's recognizable now is on a decaying orbit, hanging on by a tether...

Flick.

It all ended, I was face to face with the figure again. It approached me, and spoke. Spoke being a relative term, as I understood it, it was a tearing slideshow of visions and stills, left to me to decipher. They weren't difficult to comphrehend...pain, loss, endless void. Betrayal. And in the middle of it all stood this figure in front of me. I felt the weight of age on it's thoughts, and knew that it was Harbinger, the eldest.

It gave me a brief glimpse into the wonders of the collective conscious, fleeting as it was, it confirmed my thoughts. And when Harbinger bid me speak, I was ready. Words would have to be carefully chosen with a timeless entity like this one. I let minutes pass before I spoke.

"I...realise the path humankind has taken, full of strife and pain and suffering. I have wished for an end to this, for order and peace and progress....I wanted humanity to be liberated. As I am, this is nearly impossible for me...until I was told of you and yours. The collective conscious, if humanity can utilise it would be the step that would lead us to...an end to our eternal folly. We stumble, commit the same mistakes again and again because we cannot remember. To remember our mistakes, to care for the whole, that is my wish."

I took a deep breath and continued on.

"To that end...I wish to aid your kind in helping Gallia and humanity achieve their true potential, as sapient beings. To that end, I am your tool and your weapon. But... Humanity will never accept what I propose willingly. There will be years and decades of war, as I see it ,before they'll submit to the greater good. War is the need of the hour. Speak to me of war, Harbinger. Please...give me the tools and memories I need to wage war, to lead.....and to dominate."

I ended on a low note, still uncertain whether I had made the right move.

[HuggieSunrise]

( i rewrote this 9 times... i dunno why this was as hard as it was? )

~the only mistake yours. Ever made was seeing them separate. we are -different- and we work with the light walkers to bring all light workers to see themselves in the many "faces" of humanity, but it is still "our" tinkering that makes the unity "different".~

*there are nine glimmers of light around both of them that turn to siluettes.*

~ These are the first who "share" as 'we' -Share-. They will not be the last.. They see light, and eternity ahead and behind them.. There will be more.. there will be more....~

Harbinger regarded the figure. That asked him about domination.

~ As 'you' see it, humanity rejects "domination" as 'yours' shares it. The first steps have been taken already... 'we' show "the Charles" to unite/unify the minds of armies... time will bring this to all of gallia, each "man" isolated longs for the common vision.. shared.. longs for the end of disease/disorder of the individual.

We gave the chance to join us 'they' accept and in time 'they' will share as "the nine" shares. Mind is the builder/physical is result. Humanity need only want it.

'Yours' wants it, but 'these' and 'shared' thoughts will take time/assistance/wanting to accomplish.

This "war of roses" -the Charles- brings/advents can only be won by creating -hatred- for "war/discord" opposition is no longer when it submits to truth... Truth fights for itself truthght is indestructible.

harvest truth and those who embody light, you will never fail, we will assist "the charles" and yours during this -storm-

Soon "mankind" will realise by ours or themselves, Truth.. Truth in who started "war/dischord" matters not... all that matters is they have -no- future without light.~

[Rodent]

I considered their...words, carefully. Understanding was fleeting and difficult to accomplish, but I think I understood the basics of where they were going...

Did humanity really have no future? That is a difficult question to answer. There were occassional flashes of brilliance, but they were subsumed by the general tide of humanity. It's collective greed and ambition. Ambition in itself is not a bad thing, but the ambition of one can and will break the order of society. It has happened before.

The question was, could we overcome this barrier by ourselves? That was an unknown. So was the fact that whether embracing the nomads' way would assist humanity. I'd felt sure before...that feeling had vanished. This was a decision I had to make, which could potentially alter many lives.

Minutes passed. Hours. I sat in their make-believe world, considering, weighing and thinking. The entities hovered around patiently, waiting for my answer. All these years of hating where we were going, and yet the solution was not so simple. I breathed in slowly....

"I accept your wisdom."

[HuggieSunrise]

*the old figure nodded.. as 9 stars rotated around it until a circle formed.*

~Endure, and in so doing -endure- "grow" within ..strength.. creates the unbroken circle.~

*rushing winds pull towards the pyramid int he background the world grows dim but the light around the pyramid is stronger so nothing else is in focus..*

~The circle, The circle is. Wisdom. and you. you are -it-~

* Brightness and what was a crack like lightning the eyes of Ansel opened to a domed room, nine men and women around him in robes that covered their heads and forms, though one had her cowl down, he knew who she was automatically. perhaps the sharing of thoughts did this. This was Vira. the prime Node of the nine, they keystone.

But an arch is not an arch without the rest.. they all seemed to be relaxing now in their own worlds.

There was a man in a flight-suit.. with the helmet on.. Definitely Thomas.. his eyes faintly blue and a hint of glow.. though this had to be cumbersome to have been there, In the suit was the only way without getting anyone sick.*

" He woke up esier then the rest. " three winds said through the comm speaker in his helmet.

"Oh its not too uncommon these days." Vira said " The divinely touched and ready of mind always appear when they need to. Mr. Ansel Was there anything else you wanted to ask?"

Thomas butted in.

"The high mother that is. otherwise I can take you home." Thomas added.

[Rodent]

It took only an instant for everything to change.

I felt the distant whispers of others. Many, many others. They were all whispering different things, and I could not make sense of them. Very soon, their voices threatened to overwhelm my mind with information. With significant effort, I was able to tune it out to an acceptable level.

I knew that knowledge was with me now, ready to be grasped if the opportunity arose. Armed with this, my...our tasks, could be carried forward. I shook my head from side to side, easing the massive headache that had creeped up on me. One of them was speaking. Somehow I recognized her easily. Vira, the head of the nine. Their consciousness were all distinct presences, slightly apart and now isolated. Yet they'd link if necessary.

I flexed my hands a little, to regain feeling in them, as a man in a suit spoke. That would be Three Winds, who'd first talked to me about the Oracles and what they truly represented. I started to incline my head in greeting, but realised it was not necessary.

"This will take a little time getting used to. I can only hope that I'll be able to begin work soon."

[HuggieSunrise]

Thomas laughed.

"Yes, but work should wait for your mind to catch up. The ancient one has been wrinkling brains rather agressivly as of late."

The man in the suit helped ansel along to where the skycars where.

"When your ready, we can discuss the ... lessons those of us who've been doing this for many years have learned. Also we must impress upon you to keep your individualism healthy and strong." Three winds mentioned.

[Rodent]

Ansel looked at Thomas with a neutral expression. The cascade of voices had muted to an acceptable low, but it'd probably accompany him the rest of his life now.

"I imagine keeping our identity might be important, considering what I'm experiencing right now. I'll learn everything you can teach me" He said firmly.

A skycar descended near their location. Ansel looked up, and wondered. When he'd arrived there, he'd been a different person. An anomaly, but still human. And now he was leaving, fundamentally altered, in service to a power he could respect. They both sat in the skycar and left. It would be a while before Xavier would resurface to begin work in Gallia.