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Sucking drugs and "nitroverts". The 'nitroverts' were looking to go out on a high and built machines that would do that. They'd stand around looking at the crazy shit that people built becausethey thought they'd need it, but now those derelict machines just lay about in the desert. My frustrated thoughts about raising a good one were top of my mind. Everything seemed to be pointing to sound and I set up synthesizers to test every frequency to make those stones fly. Or at least get off the ground. I found one obelisk set up on a mountain pass that would have nudged a thousand tons and it had been moved a great distance from where it was mined. All I had was the idea that it was the same basic technology that was used in the hover bikes. A manipulation of quantum forces. It seemed to make more sense than blowing trumpets , or throwing boomerangs to annoy the Gods enough to grant you their wish. I remember how Einstein puzzled over how energy became water and water became a constituent of life. Along with some other elements that could only be formed in the dense mass of an exploding star. The possibilities of what could be created came from whatever elements that the simple forces could create. Many such things were beyond our wildest 'imaginins'. Yes you could in theory imagine how these extra elements could work. You could observe their strange behaviors and explain it as 'it is what it is'. You're supposed to use this stuff to create another superpower to help you get more from existence. I seemed to be tormenting my philosophical ideas trying to find the edge I needed. It may have been written plainly on the obelisks too but I couldn't understand the odd symbols and inscriptions written on them. Clara caught my look of frustration and offered me an old book to study and in it there was people locked into what looked like a seance with them encircling a monolith with their hands joined. They were appealing to higher forces perhaps, and if successful a gift would be given. A gift of enlightenment perhaps and connection to a worthy cause. Clara suggested we should try it and contact the other side. I fancied the theatrics of it as a music lover and we needed an accompaniment of bassists on heavy drums and also some guttural vocals singing the low registry of notes one would think had the most power. Or we could combine them with alto to 'wake the devil' himself. It would make a fun pantomime anyway and maybe even a few transient sparks to light the night sky. When I was just 17 I'd indulged in a friends wish to bring in the shortest day at that famous monument 'Stonehenge' and I swear I did feel a contact with the builders who'd created it. I felt like I'd been transported though a field of time to share in what it was that that stone accomplishment was designed for. I imagine that living simply with less distractions was a good way to give 100% focus and be in touch with fundamental and 'intrinsic' to life forces. The designers who made things happen.I learned about ley lines too and on how they linked the important sites. We did our best to work out what was needed by studying the inscriptions on the obelisks. One carving showed what looked like pallbearers<b> engaged </font></b>in moving something of value. Clara suggested it may be one of the dark stones found by a near creak bed. We decided to check them out and they seemed to be of some stone I had not seen before. Almost a basalt by appearance but the surface sparkled with a fine dusting of crystals. I took a small rock back to my makeshift lab and found how conductive they were and when placed in front of a speaker and given the right frequency of sound they began to vibrate enough for them to be noticed moving along the table. Maybe nature had accidentally hit on the right combination of elements to achieve some odd effect.     Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!  |
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"Mindspace" is a thing that's controlling.  Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!
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The stone structures that stand as offering to those that had been here before......
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The stone structures that stand as offering to those that had been here before...... Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!
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