Dawns the morrow. Remembering the many times in past lives of getting up and stretching my physical body of soft tissue and blood and bone, piques my old desires for an instant. Omegon bodily systems are vastly different and much more connected but less dependent on the environmental output. I could not have lived on this planet if I had to breathe its dead atmosphere. Strange that I would retrospect about such bygone morrows. The air was so sweet and fresh to smell, with weather and air to pump over my straining body’s muscular needs, as the image of Goge rose over the red hills of Hytona — or the Gardened One. I spent time on both, but never here. We took a different course. I even recall a life on one of our moons. Such for reminiscing.
On this morrow, I walk the paths of the Enmayi equipped with a different set of mental conditions that will pierce every mechanism for messages. The emphasis will impact the root reasons of my being Omegon and reinforce the quality of reporting. Though I stride with resolve and deep consideration to my essence, I fear that a different side of the Omegon condition has yet to be blessed upon my cursor of understanding. The point of focus can at times get complicated, I’ve been told.
Some morrows ago ( is it three or four?), I stood here at the entrance of this "hole," a high being who knew all the essences of manifestation from germ to finished superconsciousness. Yet, what has happened on this orb of the Enmayi — to one such as I, to have suffered a short fall from grace? I feel not as super as I once supposed and it is cause for hesitation. So lacking in synchronization of purpose, perhaps I am sidetracked by the input of so much exterior failure. It draws me down. I feel my mission is in dire need of refocus.
As I kick around this ruin of an old potdome dedicated to their pony-sun, called Egog (dog star), I too feel the need to be spirited on a leash in dog-like manner back to Hytona where safety and information is a comfortable reminder to my high state. When I am on Hytona, I am somewhat closer to the All. It is all an illusion — the closeness is always everywhere in the same force. It is the condition of thought that can suggest familiarity.
I must refocus on the messages that are shouting to me in their symbolic forms as though they wish to help me do my job. Everything that exists is alive in some manner — a one-unit elemental vibrates with the energy of a memory from Timelessness. Secretly, every ingredient of this projected broadcast of matter can reveal to the trained mentality, the ravages of a former existence now terminated. It is all here. I can read the fine scratches where a dying Enmayi being clawed at the walls, seeking to die in some form of dignity. There, the last remains of the being pile in flaky dust to be blown away by the programmed expressions of the Leche device. Yes, inside are my volumes of experience and vision, ready to reveal the entire scope of this ruin. There are times when I look past the apparent for fear that I may see myself looking back at what was. Loneliness is the cause of the many.
Oh! Deeply hidden somewhere in perhaps the tiniest corner of my soul lies the old messages originally set at the first crucible in this dimension of experience with pointilated quanta. Mentally fragmenting the original essence, "we" explore the new realms of virtual creation, an infinite complexity-of-potential housed in the cursor of shared time. This driver, called Enigmni, pushes the implicate quanta into convolutions within laws to exhibit order and unperceived unity called chaos. These things I now remember, for I have all visions of this tangential animation for the many-faceted-essence, delivered by the All.
So many experiments in "self-be-ness" traverse my soul’s reference, thereby helping to recall every localization, every sense revisited, encompassing the totality of eons of sequential moments. But – what of the larger question? Does it relate to the me that I have become at this point of challenge and perhaps initiation? Or, do I relate to the community of existence to which the Enmayi also were relatives — holoparts of the same me? This I know is true — that is why I feel all the billions who died here within my soulular monad. Such weight must have impact, even in an Omegon state.
Answers to my questions on the Enmayi’s fall could also clarify my own future rise. In learning the messages of their creative expurgations, so meaningfully arrayed in these flowering tombs of potted luminescence, react with my millennia of localizations to become exponentially unified within my final Omegon being. I shall know much before I finalize this mission of deeply felt orienteering.
This then, must be my course. I shall internalize the superficial data for the eternal service I seek to array before Anjona. Through special Omegon privilege, I will retrocognize the past of the Enmayi and take their history and thoughts back to be consecrated with the All. In the process, perhaps I shall add to the "overall’s" good and purpose with the final analysis of my survey. Future civilizations may find simpler paths to higher states if I pay with concentrated sacrificial efforts. Deeply, I now apply my mind to the anvil of Goge. Euphoric, intuitional impetus for transfiguration into the Akashma Records of universal knowledge (data of all time) is such pain to the Alphian mind, but such precious beauty manifest in celestial music, vibrates to the dance of Omegon passion.
Such meditation clears my mind and breeds focus. Consolidation localizes the blur of unperceived unity into a meaning for order. Pattern to my current condition is in urgent need of unity for confusion to Omegons is unique unless the whole universe is being positioned intellectually — then there is cause for overload. Even now, I feel the highest presence of awareness. Such intellectual glee in superlatives of data compress within the prime cursor of my mind. Blue-white light blinds my old Alphian mental seat as symbols of words unexpressed drift past my visual field. So short seems the adulation of total knowing. My destiny peeks between interlaced information to give me hope of eternal rest from such future inundation of an avalanche of Deity.
The Enigmni seeks a forum for parlance with me! This was the rush! My mind was probed for worthiness. Preparation for such is beyond my cursory knowing. Would that all entities could feel the power of such a probe into my depths of will. Even if the darkest shepherd could feel the light that I now receive, such a being would never stray again from the pathway that has been laid before this existence in Time. I indeed feel the presence of power at the enlightenment that I experienced just prior to this. It is such, that I could spend eternity in the Secret’s stare. Enigmni indeed you are the cause and effect of virtual movement.
Movement has caused my mind to gain from catharsis. The cleaning of my mind of what, until now has preoccupied and distracted me into thinking on lower levels breathes fresh photons to my soul’s eye on being. I will put my hands upon artifacts, and inculcate all that has transpired in the templated existence of such forms. Every quantified part reads like messages from a recording Scepter mode. But, there is more — I see, feel, smell, taste, hear, and intuit these atoms in every state of their projected vibrational state here in these realms of movement.
Psycho-cognizing these Enmayi forms, sends my mind back in time. Back to visions of their day of construction — the meaning behind their purposes for being projected here and how they came to be manifest. All these created elements scattered about have millions of messages for my understanding. The erection of this grand, now headless statue, resting before me, was accomplished with sound waves as a means of construction and levitation. Sound is perhaps one of the last means of technology in the courses of climbing civilizations, to arise into full bloom as a process to advance higher work. Their engineers were on the verge of Omegon accomplishments.