Shared with the Vortex People of Bill Beaty's flock
An artificial orb of light as a lens of sentient knowing
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Interacting with diverse people has added more plausibility over the
years to a design that won’t leave me alone. Amateur science slowly
distilled from psience fiction — PsiPhi, to psiTech.
Then a neurotic friend that could not disclose memories he smuggled out
of Area 51 (per his claim), for fear of repercussion, recovered from a
month of coma in a miraculous way, and made himself a prophet.
At eight years of age, while loitering on the goat pen fence, a green
orb of light came to him, right into his head, all of a sudden. In that
instant the boy knew his destiny. He would build great things and
understand ancient secrets, but he could tell no one… until the end.
The boy called me, now forty something. After an off and on
paranoia-laced intense shared project interest of several years, he
called me without paranoia. He described a coil we could build that was
what we had discussed for years but could never talk about. Excitement
was tangible.
Returning to the professional office in Sedona, I described my
astonishment with a phone call just received, and described a special
coil. Stammering for words, the practitioner held my gaze with an
intent. The term I choose to describe my old friend’s new shared project
was ‘time coil.’
Then there was silence.
“I’ve experienced a time coil! In Bolder! I had lost-time events on the
way home!” the practitioner burst forth exclaiming, suddenly breaking
the silence.
Her synchronistical shared experience with what is right up there at the
top on the esoteric stuff index, was the peak of the excitement on that
project beginning, because the old friend had a cerebral stroke and
slipped into coma. But I didn’t know that. Months passed.
The entire family tree of the autistic remote viewer came to the
barbeque. “A Yankee is visiting Brian! And they’re talking alien shit!
And Brian’s doing really well walking and talking after his coma!”
Everyone was most friendly, raised in proper Pentecostal upbringing. The
hub-bub and the social challenge of the geek-meets-real-country-folk
kind of evening, had left me tired, intellectually vacant, and staring
past the back porch lights into the canopy of huge maple trees. However,
even the sister and close family that was with us through this
disclosure of secrets of an alien-military project cooperative could
hardly fathom the topic. That didn’t spook the family. They knew Brian.
We were all there for our own reasons and that was not in question.
Compliance.
With a head full of detail on how to establish a standing spherical
energy field that communicated directly with mind, and a full tummy of
barbequed cow, it was time for some quiet. Brian was sleeping. The crowd
was laughing and chatting.
Pondering this and that about the design detail in repose on the back
porch, a curiosity of what it felt like to be in the randomized
pulse-field of the disclosure device drifted by, and with that curiosity
came an inner kind of sense that seemed to say, to myself, “Oh sure. The
orb feels like the field felt around that glass energy orb of my vision
way back when. Forty nine years back when. The vision! OMG! The
disclosure is entangled with my vision orb!
Have you seen one of those performances so stunningly captivating that
when it ends, the audience is left stunned, swept away into each their
own artistic places? Then a slow motion wave of applause begins from
what seems to be a crowd reviving from far away, to swell quickly into a
thunderous roar of energy bounding back from the crowd!
But a few moments of catatonic detachment were my last few moments of a
former life where answers to mysteries of the universe had remained pipe
dreams.
As one’s eye will scan a person from foot to head, someone that has come
into their social arena, so were the points of similarity scanned by
mind’s eye. The vision orb. The disclosed eight foot diameter energy orb
that interfaced mind to the sentient universe. I did understand.
Feature for feature a vision orb that scintillated patterns of thought,
and energized those around in compliant harmony of calm awe, was what
Brian disclosed, and how he build it on a clandestine team, how he first
met the alien mind telepathically, how the alien knowledge was assisted
decades later on a military budget, how he ‘snuck out’ the project
details past neuron-dicing (brain memories destroyed) which trick was
taught him by his orb companion he preferred to name Grey, or the orb
preferred actually.
After but one short moment of stunned silence of mind, tears began to
flow. Breathing halted and I could only gasp between deep sobbing sounds
that brought my sudden change of attitude to the attention of the family
tree. My soul trembled. Most of the holes in my head were leaking profusely.
It is a precious memory now to remember the calm that a diversity of
minds that gathered around brought to my breakthrough-moment. This was
the field of compliant awe just as in the vision seven times seven years
prior. It seems rooted in compassion. They were all completely in awe
when I shared that their cousin, or brother, or grandkid, was a prophet
of a sort. That he literally explained to me how to build a vision that
only an understanding could recall. They all knew Brian. They all
realized there was some really deep connection going on with him. This
brought us all to a compliance of understanding that there is some grand
operator working in the details of our lives that weave a tapestry among
our souls. We shared an awe-filled group reverence for whatever life means.
Brian tried his best to help me understand over ten days of disclosure
in Southern Missouri where he convalesced. And Brian’s gone now. And
this last year has been the beginning of final documentation that
surfaces needed details for final assembly of early prototypes. It took
eight years to understand what the design may be in working principles.
Principles are on test.
How a dog may feel should he catch a car by the tire I may appreciate
somewhat more, now.
But the story isn’t about me, but about the me you portray of me within
you, when you read and mirror in mind these exploits as they are
self-understood by you.
This story is unfinished. The inner me in you may see the obvious
conclusion that many me-s may not see. Which of life’s cosmic locks
might your key match?
How does the story unfold this close to the prototype build of the
Hexatron? I’m naturally curious.
My human remains by hope in calm awareness that appreciates life more
with a few less regrets.
A compliant concern can only suggest in support of the tapestry of lives
the ancient orbs are weaving: Turn your key. We are all here with you —
connected from within by the awe for life with open mind.
