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If Scientists were Poets

The Earth is a major character in my upcoming novel, Realms of the Earth.  Presented here are the recordings Hensley, as Scribe, records of the planet’s creation during the first three chapters between the actions of his life.  More of the earth’s evolutionary process continues through the book as Time passes more quickly than it does with the seven realms of Hensley’s enchanted and symbiotically attached realms.  If you know the science you will understand what is spoken of in these passages.  If you don’t have a scientific knowledge then learn from this before looking it up for accuracy.

Excerpt from Realms of the Earth

The Multiverse was created by a sound, an utterance of Will from the Mind of the One within Many.

Within this universe, separate from the many, the elements of an aged supernova formed new stars with the circling debris clouds gathering into planets. Within one young system Seven Governors were made mysteriously well balanced. These Seven Governors sheltered the renewed life of an Eighth, newly added from without their circles following within the great Celestial Sphere.

Once joined with the larger galaxy, this Eighth Governor found itself retained within this newly birthed system. The calamity that struck caused only a teetering until the Gaia spirit within awakened.

World Attacked

The speeding object about to destroy the Watcher’s world glowed through the atmosphere over the dark northwestern sky above a shadowy peak as it rapidly enlarged. Its icy tail appeared aligned inappropriately to one side as it was blown by a solar wind. It dipped out of sight below the horizon.

The impact halted the planet’s imperceptible rotation as the attacker’s momentum slammed through the world’s southeastern-most surface opposite the dark peak. Fragments of soil and rock exploded into space, dragged with the object’s wake along with much of the little world’s great sea.

A small island continent was destroyed.

The planet shuttered violently.

The release of derelict debris was followed by blasts of orange-hot fire shooting soundlessly into the void from the impact site out of the broken surface. A pyroclastic flow of heated glassy spherules formed massive clouds with the dusty vapor to obliterate all in its path. Portions of the world’s tumultuous surface instantly liquefied from the friction of impact releasing inner fire spreading heat.

A resulting glow haloed the oblate edges around the globe as seen from the cliff’s stone façade.

The broken planet’s spin was now visibly more rapid, skipping on an uneven track as cracks began to cover most of its surface. Magna spewed forth in many places from the pressure within. Toxic gases replaced remnant pockets of tenuous atmosphere.

The larger fragment of the hammer-like death object swirled back from its destructive course due to its arrested momentum. It struck the planet again penetrating for all time the fractured crust to be buried within the molten and swirling brew gripping it within its bowels. The small world spun its death dance in shocked anguish.

Little time passed as the aging world was changed into a broken lifeless rock now heating large sections of its surface to liquid. Fragments of its damaged body and that of its attacker surrounded it. The planet did not remain misshapen as segments of its surface spread swelling with huge bubbles of magma. It appeared a rapid death.

Millions of orbits, comprising its years, passed with this new world slowly congealing into a mass of softened hot rock. The stone hearth remained, strangely, if not magically protected though exposed to toxic gases and the apparent vacuum of space. The surrounding surfaces gradually cooled, still revealing orange-hot liquid through the surface cracks. Superheated elements remained buried, churning with the question of new life.

The planetoid drifted. Unconscious. Unaware. Lost.

Wandering within a wide system on the edge of a spiral arm of a great galaxy the little world gradually lost its previous small family of orbs and globes. All were adopted out as their small galaxy merged with the larger, disbursing familiar members among this older rabble. Only a few were destroyed in their collision with angry neighbors.

The gestating world found a new home continuing its listless revolution, still temporarily unconscious after millennia.

Unaware of its many new friends as they became family, it appeared to mimic each Governor guiding its way. It followed its own path around their Master, a bright golden star.

Their star’s estranged twin occasionally visited the orbs, though its dead form was too distant to be more than a dark speck in the vast emptiness between so many. Its presence only guided the Ages by its aspect warning of darker activities coming.

Giant billowing circlets of flames shot from the Master’s constant blazing, its centrally located furnace heating this system of worlds emitting visible and invisible particles. It cast fleeting silhouettes over the once broken side of the reformed little planet’s illuminated surface. The vision revealed was a stripped and scorched landscape. A long shadow was cast over the mysterious edifice still holding the semblance of a great stone hearth.

As the dirigibles of solid masses of debris encircled the injured planet, the elongated tail from its unsuccessful destroyer had followed the broken death object as it was pulled back and around toward this little earth in its attempt at its destruction.

Even though crashed into a second time the globe had held, rather than blowing apart, though severely broken and reheated. Slowly it strengthened changing the composition within its landscape as the huge torpedo melded its iron veins into the molten form centering itself under the initial impact site. The radioactive material birthed slowly waned.

The planetoid grew as other alien misfits continued their massive plummeting into its injured surface, melding with the slowly forming upper crust. This war of merging galaxies determined the posture of their army’s soldiers until each succumb to battle fatigue settling into balanced bliss with its once angry neighbors.

The spinning world retained its spheroidal shape through the efforts of its continued rotation, blissfully asleep in its gestation toward new life as it glided throughout the battlefront.

That Which Departed

The life protecting and perpetuating elements of this roving planet were lost by the chance travels of the large speeding adamant as the new residents moved into the established neighborhood.

Allowed to flow along this part of the universe’s gradient of guidelines it struck the roving world displacing it from among its former family when it was old and a recent arrival. The damage caused it to forget it once harbored a unique life form.

The attacker, being observed in transit long before its arrival, allowed the Watchers their escape following the loss of their stabilizing moon. Within their magnetic field the fragile atmosphere was guarded by the slow crawl it had long kept to. The upheaval provided a reprieve from this once constant chore when its power went out.

Life was no longer viable among the world’s wrecked and barren sediments. Vestiges on a high ridge, mysteriously sheltered within a portion graben-like, were the last remaining proclaimers of another species once harbored here in times past. The singular pre-adamant stone grouping stood as the only evidence of a life form not too dissimilar from those broadly housed throughout the remote expanses of this prodigious universe.

These surviving fixtures stood vigilant and incorruptible in their small guarded valley where the Spirit of Gaia slept. Protected against the harmful particles from space with which all the spheres are constantly bombarded Gaia’s dreams only imagined her glorious plans of re-making.

Offspring Anew

Fragmented pieces of the planet, and its attacker, circled separately until they were slowly drawn together. The stolen and captured ancient rocks finally coalesced, forming a smaller sphere to slowly cool as it encircled its parental planetoid. After a lone orbital course around their bright star the tracks were set for both the evolving terrestrial globe and its strong but seemingly sterile offspring slowing and stabilizing the recovering world’s spin.

This infantile orb held the tilt of its parent world steady, eventually to bring seasons along their orbital path. She cast soft shadows among the crevices of the transforming surface where a gashed out wound once lain in those moments before liquefaction. Her glow lent soft illumination to the dark side of her parent when she caught the reflection of the great star’s fire. And thus began their symbiotic relationship to endure the coming Ages.

World Renewed

The world continued its long voyage around its new explosive and shining master in its displacement to this new location.

Upheavals within the re-created orb’s bowels emitted toxic gases as the water-laden magma cooled, also emitting vapors, recycling elements from comets and other invading space aliens puncturing its surface.

A blanketing atmosphere began. It was held to the surface by the force of an invisible protective shield regenerated by the planet’s rotation, its new inner iron core racing around a shorter interior course with no end to its power.

This thick coverlet reflected the damaging rays of its shining star as the earth’s gestation progressed swaddled in the warm moisture held snugly to its surface. Its slow dissolve eventually drew out the mantle’s deep heat.

The slow cooling interacted with the guardian blanket causing moisture to rain down upon its uneven form remolding a fresh surface. A steady spin gave a geoidal appearance as the multiples of millennia-long rainstorm increased the liquids filling the low places.

A giant drab green sea formed, rich in iron. The toxic atmosphere appeared red, its consistency so dense nothing viable could withstand its weight. The extreme heat multiplied the hostile environs. And randomly formed volcanic isles succumb to the punishing waves.

Under this new ocean volcanism broke continually through the mantle. A molten basalt and water mixture formed a new kind of rock, one so porous and light it was more buoyant yet tough enough to withstand the waves’ constant beating down over its surface.

Floating over the denser hot rock it formed a granite crust upon the ancient craton—core rock over which the first continents took shape, dotting the waters.

The smaller partner orb managed the ebb and flow of the newly dispersed tides. Shallows soon harbored newly birthed sunlight-ingesting life forms, which emitted a different gas rusting out the iron in the great ocean before clearing the air. Toxic members were slowly displaced as a new combination of gases emitted from the strange and slimy life on all the world’s shores. Millennia passed as a blue countenance slowly emerged to become paramount.

Continents soon covered a quarter of the planet, moving about as their foundations slowly drifted. Life crawled from the water protected from the master’s damaging rays by a thick upper layer of the new atmosphere. Hope for a bright future began.

Many small crustal islands became a single landmass, Vaalbara, which quickly dissipated. Ur became the first major craton based landmass. Others formed. They came together then split apart as the eons passed.

The crustal movements changed the waterways until the halted warm water flow cooled the surface too much. Ice of massive proportions spread from the poles to form an unimaginably thick frozen surface. Snowball earth halted further development of life during this period with only a few miniscule species left in cryonic hibernation.

With the inner heat contained under this frozen cover the temperature rose until a gargantuan effort broke through the glacial surface to reveal the orange hot liquid again rising through fractures, melting that which had become solid back into liquid.

The interaction of the healed and vital water cycle returned the reincarnated orb to its blue countenance. It marked a new epoch after multiples of millennium beyond thought.

Supercontinents continued a remaking and breaking up cycles… until Pangaia.

Dense gases and dust became great dots of water-laden clouds to shadow the teeming variety of vegetation erupting from the soil of its latest singular surface and within its vast ocean. Life burst forth in this idyllic setting.

The planet had grown in size during its restoration period. Specters of hidden forms vivified, some planted by the original destructive weapon and other attacking hostiles. Still others appeared mutated visions of the orb’s far past. Upon Pangaia new life was beginning its active participation upon the world. It had taken eons.

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World Community in Flux

Collection of poems (divan), King Solomon with...

Collection of poems (divan), King Solomon with his magic seal (signet) and a demon, Walters Art Museum Ms. W.637, fol. 50a (Photo credit: Walters Art Museum Illuminated Manuscripts)

Multiracial Hands Making a Circle

The whole world is becoming one community, as it should, but few are accepting it at this critical turning point in our short history.

I have a friend whose children attend a wonderful school where the different religions are equally included in the coming holiday celebrations.  The children are learning so much.  It’s so unfortunate there aren’t more situations like this.  At least the next generation could then be more tolerant, just as my children grew more accepting of other races when going to school in a military town, with some children being of mixed race or having a foreign parent.

English: large wooden Santa Claus and "no...

And I don’t think the idea of Santa Claus is so bad either, but even that icon should fade.  It could become a Holiday of Remembrance of our Good Will towards all, all year long, a time of gift giving and celebration at the Winter Solstice‘s end of the year where the rebirth of a New Year really means something more than just a date on a calendar.  Christians have and will rail against this until a religious war erupts on our own continent. But I think something will eventually happen, something BIG, which will open eyes…maybe even the third eye of inner knowing – insight and awareness.

To illustrate I’ll start by telling you about a favorite Science Digest magazine cover from about the mid-1980s. It’s still a favorite image I’ll never forget.  It had the staggered profiles of the three major races (forgetting the real fourth) then the fourth profile in front which had features of all the others.  That fourth was the most beautiful.  The only-slight strangeness of that profile has always been how I see the human race of the future.

We must come out of our childhood as part of the good guys on the positive side to join any others with like thoughts in the universe.  We’re at that threshold and the fear deeply instilled by different traditions is dangerous.  So dangerous it could be our undoing.  This is especially true for those who won’t consider any but their own ideas and beliefs as true and fact. That is so narcissistic for any society, to think it so because you say it’s so.  Without a change in attitudes many won’t be ready when faced with any leap in our evolutionary process that may come.


Now, think about this.  Each culture, in its massive population growth, has got to be reaching a DNA stagnation point where the other races are necessary for the diversity necessary for the human race to survive. We are all related, separated by distance at first, keeping to our own gene pools, but it’s changing fast.  The results of world wide transportation has changed it, but it’s only becoming evident now.

Mixed marriages with resulting children is helping with both issues, racial and cultural, which includes religious and political.  It’s a growing phenomenon I first noticed living around the military with such a widely diverse cultural/racial groups. It’s also more evident on college campuses than it used to be.  As the demographics of my current, somewhat isolated, area change I see it unfolding before me.  In one more generation I think the attitudes will be so changed the grandparents and great grandparents of today would not recognize this world as their own if they could step back in and see it.

I’ve always thought it sad, the necessity of military to defend against each other, but from what I’ve pointed out above, I can see everything has its purpose. And, eventually, a world peacekeeping force, as envisioned in Star Trek, might be necessary to defend against any evil intent from off world.

The real impact  of finding we are not alone in the universe will shock too many, fear is still too rampant.  If we were faced with that today I don’t think it’d be the good guys.  The good guys would know we aren’t ready.  But it might be another necessary step for us to face some evil intent from outside ourselves to band together, forget our differences and disagreements, to become ready for that next giant step for mankind.


Constantine (Photo credit: Silver Bromide)

The falsehoods begun by Roman Emperor Constantine in an attempt to draw many with differing beliefs together, with Paul’s help to perpetuate it as The religion, was all political, and certainly never the intent of the one person it has been based on.  I truly don’t think he would approve of a religion in his name.

As a political foundation many jumped on board to make their gold coins by keeping the minions believing and ignorant…and poor.  The very same thing happened later with another group now on the other side of the world from us, where the knowledge carried from a lost advanced civilization through its remnants to us was thwarted.  No doubt much more than we’ll ever realize was lost.

If it weren’t for Martin Luther giving the words to the people to decide for themselves there would have never been a Protesting Sect much less the many now evident and vocal.  We need another protesting sect, and in a way, it exists already.  The Scientific Community has all but said it has proved there is no individual decisive godhead to put faith in.  It is the universe itself which governs, and that is a much bigger “creator” than the Santa images of a god perpetuated in archaic ignorance.

Dr. Martin Luther's Church Door - Wittenburg, ...

Dr. Martin Luther’s Church Door – Wittenberg, Germany

It’s easy for the poor to say the rich have no problems, just as it’s easy for the ignorant to say those with more knowledge lose their faith.  How absurd, and proof of the determination that ignorance is right to prevail. When the poor become rich they squander it because they have only a fantasy of endless funds.  When the ignorant gain knowledge they either deny what they’ve learned (with fear the root), keeping their hearts and minds closed, or have their eyes and hearts suddenly opened.  There is no greater advocate than a convert who finally sees and no greater adversary than a zealot who refuses to.  So goes our world at this critical turning point in our history.  What an amazing thing to witness.

Knowledge will make you free

Visit beyond what you’ve been told. Open your mind, without fear a new thought might conquer you. That’s mind control at its most insidious. Visit the arcane – the Pistis Sophis and others it will lead you to.  You might find the evil god you’ve been taught about is actually the one you call good and worship.  That’s how mind control works.  That’s how far off the mark your are?  If you believe killing for any so-called justifiable reason is okay, especially basing on something written in a “holy” book, could it really come from a god who loves you?  Think about these things, people.

Did you know that the real Book of Solomon was a book of magic?  In it he writes of conjuring spells and drawing up demons.  Even Harry Potter didn’t draw up demons.  What knowledge do you really have of any of the sources of your religious fervor?  Do you realize our state of affairs in the world would not be so dire if not for the religious conflicts perpetuated by those in political power for either a religious or their own purpose? Is any more proof needed for the wisdom of separation of church and state?

It’s long since stopped being a disagreement between brothers and become a greater virus spreading among too many. Is there a coming civil war? Do you really want that? Do you know there are even Christians who say killing is okay?  If many are called, but few are chose, which group do you want to be in, anyway?

Whatever happens in the next three to five years could set our future’s course.  I hope I don’t have to fear for the innocences alive today.  I hope all the positive outcomes survive the turmoil I expect to witness.  I’ve already felt it within my own family.  Change is hard.  Fear is deep, backed by convictions so ingrained as to be believed as real and true.  Folks, they’re not.  But don’t believe me.  Look it all up for yourselves, like I did.  And hurry.  You may not have many years to  procrastinate if your very thoughts can perpetuate a different outcome than the present path we are on.

Now, I’m not saying you have to give up your religious connections, but work within them.  There are already  many in the churches professing the changes I’m talking about.  The institutions will probably change faster, because of the insight of select leaders, than the followers who have thought nothing new in a long time.  The Dalai Lama has spoken of this unity and these words for many years.  His is the only religions without a Santa in the sky god.  Look for these wise ones, listen to them and follow them if you find you can.  Study Plato’s teachings and ethics, which supersedes religious dogma.  The betterment of our world situation is in our hands…your hands.  It always has been.

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