The Whispers of Time

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But we can hear the whispers over time. Can it be that the whispers we hear guiding and speaking to us over time are the remnants of the screams of past generations from moving through space? The human experience is audible in the loudest of ways. There are so many layers to existence and energy. Yet we seem to neither hear nor remember the equal and opposite physics that drive existence on a grand scale. We consider this life on Earth to be a third dimensional projection of reality because of the impact we feel. Our bodies come with everything physical; smells, sensation, sound, visuals, and tastes yet what you experience as reality is not another’s reality. Leaving truth to the fact that reality is ultimately to be your choice of perception. That perception will have you questioning if the screams you hear in your dreams are the reality of space or if the whispers you hear in your head are lessons and warnings of time.

She couldn’t always tell if the voices in her head were her own. They came to her as whispers, but they never sounded the same. Over time she trusted these voices as her intuition, as they had never steered her wrong. They became her friends representing different sides of her within herself. With modern science she knew if she spoke up about it, they would want to give her a mental health screening. It was so ironic to her, with a dose of oxymoron, that with the advances of science and exploration of space came a global faith in alien life, the space and time continuum and the acceptance of vortices but what is even less accepted than before this science was the influence of the soul on existence. How can dimensional existence be proven and yet the power of energy on different planes be so neglected?

A thousand years ago she may have been considered a prophet, a medicine woman, or even a witch. She never doubted her identity; how to express herself without serious resistance was a daily battle. It was in her DNA to be this way. The people would have once revered her connection to the ancestors and the spiritual energy it gave her to be a woman they’d write into mythology. They would have called her a warrior, a goddess and a Queen. But for now, she remains silently duplicitous. Maybe that’s why her attitude held a consistent edge of a supposedly mysterious rage.

Buckling into her seat she prepared for the impact of landing. They were home after a month of mission work. The confusion was already setting in on her body as the centrifugal and centripetal forces around earth pulled and pushed the minerals and metals in her body, affecting her vision and her equilibrium. After a few moments of fighting to not be ill, there was an energetic shift and everything seemed to slow down greatly around her as the craft bumped through the atmosphere. “Ahmika, we made it!” a soft laugh reverberated through the chamber. It sounded so beautiful it was hard to believe how different that laugh was the day prior. Flashes of the demented beasts and the ungodly sounds of the past came across her mind and she immediately felt sick. The laugh seemed to soften everyone’s apprehension as the craft cooled off and the systems shut down. Multiple voices filled the air with joy as exclamations of We’re home! And Oh my god, I never thought I’d see these earthly blues and greens again! Jezrael smiled in Ahmika's face as grabbed her shoulders gently. “Are you okay?” she asked Ahmika. Ahmika smiled and nodded, “Im just nauseous.” As she leaned back into her seat to take a few deep breaths. Pulling a pack from her satchel she sorted through its contents to find that blessing of a pill to heal her nausea. The moment it touched her tongue she felt the well-deserved relief. She sighed. There we go. She unbuckled her straps from the seat, stood up and headed towards the exit with the crew. The tongue of the aircraft lowered. A mechanical sound whirred with the movement and there was a brief but noticeable hesitation from all of them as they remembered what that sound meant a dozen times prior. A sense of fear, apprehension and even adrenaline would now accompany that sound for all of them. They turned to look at each other in silent acknowledgment of the war bonds they had made on their voyage. The earth-bound atmosphere whooshed into their faces. Smiles broke out on all their faces as they took deep breaths rich with oxygen. They stepped out, helmets in hand as they walked down the ramp. Jezrael poked Ahmika with her elbow, giving her a nod at the man walking towards them in the hanger. How this man seemed to be walking in and out of a shampoo advertisement every time she saw him was nothing short of amazing to her. It was like Orbit gum meets Garnier Fructis commercial. He had these blonde curls and shining smile that touched his eyes, making his face light up. It brought out the giggles and high school girl in her and frankly she didn’t like it. She hadn’t asked him but with how he stood over her, she guessed his height to be 6’3 at least. Jezrael had caught Ahmika watching him at the dojo and gym on multiple occasions. Jokingly she would tease Ahmika about there being other ways to do a background check on a guy. But Ahmika was just cautious about everything. She had fought so hard to earn her place in this job. However, if he wanted to be a model for a firefighter calendar for the rest of his life, she would be willing to support his dreams. Indeed. Jezrael and Ahmika grinned at each other before Jezrael moved ahead to join her other teammates.

“Hello, Commander. Good. It is a good day to see your lovely face. Uhm. To see you here is…. Good.” He adjusted his excitement to a more professional tone as he seemed to struggle with how to greet her appropriately. In a serious tone Ahmika replied, “Hello Augustus. It certainly is.. good to be home.” Then she smiled slightly at him with a soft chuckle. “Well, Commander, I’m sure you already are overwhelmed with what you must do now. If you need any help or assistance, I’m here to call on.” The commander looked up at him. When he noticed, he took three steps back out of respect. His respect was genuine. The rank didn’t inspire that kind of consideration even if it was proper. She moved past him with a nod to catch up with her team. As she got closer to Jezrael, she whispered “Whew, that was close. I almost married him.” They both laughed as they approached the coliseum entrance.

Natural light illuminated the archway as applause and yells filled the air. A return home welcome worthy of a Queen. Ahmika stepped back to let her crew march up first. Standing on a stage in front of cameras and thousands of people Ahmika’s senses were overwhelmed. Her bones ached. She could feel her heartbeat in her legs. Exhaustion is what it is. She looked over at her crew and could see they were feeling it too. All these atmospheric changes with real rest just around the corner was probably killing them slowly. Breathing this oxygen was like a second wind at first, but now they could feel everything. Her thoughts came to a screeching halt as she heard the chancellor say into the transformative, “After 7 long months our explorers have returned home to us. While we are overjoyed at their return we are just as excited to hear of the epic they will tell. Soon, we will be able to map the stars as we’ve mapped the depths of our oceans. We will live as the ruling species on this planet and the next!” It’s been seven months since they’ve been home?! The entire team was looking at their commander with expressions of disbelief. Seven months have passed. The roar of applause and cheering shook the structure. As the Chancellor moved away from addressing the people, everyone on the platform followed. Moving quickly through the hallway’s directions were given to attend the briefing room to begin debriefing from the voyage. Marjean held the logistical records while Kwin kept the classified records of missions and movements. When they started training for this extraordinary mission none of them knew each other nor had never met. As was the design. The bond now was nearly telekinetic for all of them. Somehow, someway they had become extensions of each other as their individual skill sets drastically improved because of it. When one suffered, so did the others.

Everybody found their seats as the Chancellor spoke, “While I extend all the pleasantries, welcomes, formalities and joys of your return home I am most excited to hear the results of the missions assigned to you, Commander. I realize you are exhausted, but we cannot allow you to rest until you have given the report. We will have medical staff look after each of you while we are here. So, please speak freely and frankly.” Doctors entered the room; one for each of the soldiers. Ahmika began to speak as Kwin slid encyclopedia size cases over to her from across the marble surface between them. “After our flight commenced, we spent what felt like hours acclimating and adjusting with the help of the Medi-kits to the intensity of oxygen and pressure changes. The first few days’ worth of time was spent mostly taking care of the changes our bodies experienced while looking out the windows as we passed sky-mapped points. While we kept track of time through our records, of course, there were elemental interferences that eventually made relative traveling distances impossible to understand over time. Our first landing attempt on the unknown surface of primary inquisition was messy and the landing equipment was damaged. When we left the aircraft to explore the surface our first observation was looking out into the sky there was 2 of what we might call suns, if not sources of light, of different colors visible. Even though the suns were not visible prior to departure of the ship. As we moved into quadrants to take samples, I crossed over a formation and was pushed back by a gust of what could only have been a wind like force. When I hit the ground, my suit was punctured, and my team rushed me back to the station.”

A fast, loud beeping interrupted Ahmika’s rhetoric. It was coming from the vital measuring equipment a doctor was using on Trellion. Jezrael looked over at him and mouthed the words “Its Ok, Tre.” It echoed in all their minds. The beeping slowed back down into a steadier beat. The Chancellor looked from crew mate to crew mate. “Commander, were you able to get the samples and evidence I asked of you?”

“Yes, Chancellor. My team and I were able to get those items for you.” She couldn’t fight the urge to keep much of the truth to herself. What they experienced, as much as they wanted to tell everything, would end up doing more harm than good to the people on this earth. Awakening a deadly curiosity capable of eternally deforming their very life source and catapulting their souls into an eternal cycle of failing to move on to the next plane of existence. We cannot let them know. We cannot control how they will use this information so we cannot give them this information. The words echoed through all their minds as a collective thought. There was no lie involved, as the beauty of this secret was it was nothing different than the Ancestors had told them from the Ice Winter through the Pyramids and even the Fall of One Mind. After what she experienced with her team, she understood the design of humanity being consolidated to Earth. Human beings as a whole group physically and consciously were not capable of withstanding the larger concepts of life outside of earth. Their bodies and minds are the most fragile of this universe. This planet was a checkpoint of growth that none should leave until they have screamed in agony passing through the Ways of Old into the New Ways.

To experience what the scientists of their ancestors like Stephen Hawkins and Albert Einstein were putting onto paper and into theories, through fibers of her very being gives a supernatural even divine comprehension of what life is on a galactic scale. A climbing of a ladder. An epic journey to godhood as a divine being from birth as a baby human. Parallel universes as lessons to learn on the quest through the multiverse. Being human wasn’t the first stop. There was an existence without physical form. Her mind brought back memories on the ship of the commander’s reaction to being struck down on the unidentified planet.

They had all seen a undefined movement knock their leader down. Dragging her back to the ship to get her in an oxygenated environment, they took her equipment off expecting to see wounds and damage to her body from the impact and exposure. But she was whole. As her team circled around her staring, she began to wake and sit up. Insisting she was fine; they went to their seats and began countdown to engage the craft in ground exploration. The uncomfortable sensations began in her bones. Not even a minute later she was being ripped out of her seat, screaming and writhing as her body metamorphosized violently into a beast like the folklore. Somehow, the screaming only echoed in her bones. But they still heard her like whispers in their ears. They heard her voice whispering in their minds, Have I been set free?! The terrified crew staring at her as she rose taller than even Trellion. Seeing the look of fear on their faces, she ran out of the craft. It felt like her soul had been ripped free from a cage and nothing could stop her. Her team searched for her and saw other beasts along the way. The urge to the return to the ship turned out to be a guidance of survival as when she stepped in front of the ship, she was struck again by the same gust of force and her body returned to a human body. They frantically recovered her expecting extensive injury, yet once again, she was healed. She cleared her mind of the memory as she felt it pass through the minds of her team as a collective. The commander wasn’t the only one who faced the unknown as she had.

Ahmika opened the first box Kwin gave her and removed multiple bottles, tubes, cloths and containers filled with sediments, fluids and organic materials of all colors, some not a color they had ever seen. She placed each item in front of the Chancellor. “Here is everything you asked for, Sir.” He looked sinfully delighted. The one who sent us is the one we must protect the secrets from the most. She felt their unanimous agreement. She was all of them and they were all of her. In that moment she felt the whispers in her head become One voice. The silence provided peaceful clarity. She saw it all. Not hearing the screams in the vacuum of space, as they say, only happens when you’re going too fast to hear the whispers of the past. Whispers that when heard as a single thought is truly the divine wisdom of not repeating the past. A past that creates a future of long suffering should it be repeated.