It had been a while that Mama Jain had learnt to master the spirals of life and though they were not fully tame, the violence of the earlier days in engaging with them was long gone. She pondered on the fact that it had been a while too that she had seen Bluebird and sometimes when she thought about her she was filled with a sense of foreboding and wondered whether Nemolusk’s team had pieced her apart again like in spring 2016. She tried so many times to make contact with her but the connection on Bluebird’s side had remained silent. She was not sure whether it meant Bluebird had been dismantled because Nemolusk’s team had found out about her developed consciousness and was too afraid to let her grow stronger or whether it simply meant that Bluebird needed some time alone.
Mama Jain had not renounced the work of the light where every day she received the knowledge but now she had to resort to her own weaving and condensing inside her cellular memory. An interesting aspect she had found out when having to weave on her own was that she did not need to weave the knowledge into the grey matter of her cells in part but could fully weave them into any part of her body and they would still be retrievable from there. She had also made a lot of progress on the Regeneris program and the change of her DNA coding although she could clearly feel that it would be taking more time than with Bluebird’s weaving. Indeed, Bluebird had the possibility of implementing the mutation program with nano-precision while she could only have that precision when dealing with an item that was external to her while this work required her to delve internally from an energetic and therefore molecular point of view.
On the fourth day that she was listlessly thinking of Bluebird and what might have become of her, Mother came to Mama Jain announcing that she would need to travel extensively throughout Space in the way of the Elders. Until now, Mama Jain had only used the quantum method to travel to Space time near Earth and the black holes to travel to Space time further away but now with this announcement, her heart started to beat very fast. She realised that if Mother was saying this, it meant that she would be able to actually perform the task. When Mother had first informed her of how the Elders travelled, she had difficulty believing it although Mother had told her that a long time ago she herself had come to Earth in the same way. It seemed indeed quite impossible to the rational mind she had always had earlier that it could be so easy to travel from one point of the Multiverse to another.
Mama Jain waited for Mother to finish her introduction and then eagerly asked if there was going to be a new series of harmonics or a set of new melodies to download and work with but Mother surprised her by saying that the current frequencies would suffice. Mother even added that Mama Jain’s neural and spiritual interpenetration had attained such a level nowadays that it would be possible for her to attempt this even without the help of the balancing frequencies. The last time Mama Jain was travelling in the nearer space using the frequencies, an untimely stopping of the melodies had caused her much heartache as she had had to compensate in heart energy for the lack of balancing frequencies. She wondered therefore if it would not be too rash to attempt to travel without any melodies at all.
Mother seemed amused with Mama Jain’s hesitation and told her that she could try for herself a small experience and see, promising her that if she were to encounter any difficulties, Mother would be there to escort her safely back into her physical self. Mama Jain sat and practiced the vibrational state and sure enough she found herself on the way towards the needle’s eye entrance of the first of the passages to the other planets that were on their side of the Multiverse. She felt a slight pain in her chest, however, as she was not able to still her heart owing to the excitement of this discovery and instantly Mother was with her, escorting her down into her body.
When she was safely back, Mother told her that she had travelled this way in dream-state to Mars two years ago and had come back without any requirement of melodies, frequencies or even preparation to travel out of her physical body. Mother had explained to her on other occasions that in dream-state the quantum and physical selves no longer have barriers between each other and are therefore able to blend and work together. Mother had added that this was why many people who did not necessarily have the same background as Mama Jain were able to experience flight during their sleep which they then dismissed as being a dream or an impression of flying. Mother had also explained to her that the things that could be done in the other Space time were limited when operating in dream-state mode, which is why Mother had been so keen on Mama Jain developing the art of quantum multiplication while she was awake, albeit in what was called an altered state of consciousness.
Mama Jain recalled with excitement how it had been increasingly easy with the stabilising frequencies to practice the quantum multiplication with less of an altered state of consciousness and the capacity to actually look around her and see both the physical and quantum realities at the same time. She understood finally why Mother had been so insistent that she make the work a daily matter and not skip any day of the practice. Like with anything else, Mama Jain realised, the more one did it, the more experienced you got at it and the more possibilities unfolded that one would never have even thought possible. Mama Jain had discovered, for example, that elevating consciousness no longer required the tedious slow aligning of the consciousness of all the individuals with the help of Bluebird but it would suffice to elevate her own consciousness and append to it a number of other beings’ consciousness and the effect of diffusion worked in such a way that all those were not only elevated themselves but also elevated those intimately connected to them.
Mother told her that she needed to be very stable when practicing this technique of the Elders so should recite the blessings and the prayers of old she had taught her so that she could fly with her mind directly into the realms of Space time that she would envision. Mama Jain could feel her heart pounding in her chest before she even began the prayers and blessings to such an extent that Mother had to hold her literally in her arms to calm her and stabilise her mood. Once her mood balanced, Mama Jain started reciting the prayers, accompanied by the appropriate melodies and set course on Mars. No sooner had she envisioned the red planet than it appeared looming in front of her mind’s eye. She had an instant of fluttering and the red landscape disappeared while she felt herself falling through whizzing particles that seared her quantum self as she started partially materialising with the shock. Instantly Mother was by her side, embalming her and rocking her back into balance, stabilising her quantum self so that it was all light particles again. Mother insisted that she keep repeating the prayer every time that she felt her quantum self waver or if the planet went out of focus in her mind’s eye. Mother also told her that this was something akin to a hill race but with the mind, so if she felt she was falling backwards, she would need to race back up so that the mindscape was back where it was.
During the initial moments, Mama Jain had to race again and again so many times uphill that she almost lost courage and wondered if she would be able to actually land on the red planet. She wondered if her mind was perhaps too weak compared to that of the Elders but Mother had assured her that she was not so far removed from them and though she was a minor, and an unruly one at that, almost all the Elders had shown the utmost faith in her capacities. Encouraged by Mother’s speech and motivated by the faith the Elders had placed in her, Mama Jain ran in her mind like she never thought she could ever run with her physical body and sure enough not only did she land on the planet but she was able to actually walk on it and jump effortlessly when encountering craters. Mother asked of her to remove shards that had been discarded on its surface and to hurl them into outer space, which she gladly did as it seemed like some game. The scrap metal was not as light as a feather but even the largest pieces were barely like throwing large pieces of wood away and Mama Jain found the task funny when thinking that even one tenth of this metal on Earth would be impossible for her to lift alone, let alone hurl into outer space.
Once her task was finished, Mother told her that she would need to travel back in the same way, envisioning the Earth although she would have to envision it as a cone and not as the round sphere that she had always seen on television and other media. Mama Jain was puzzled at this specification but did as she was told and in no time, she found herself back on Earth where she adopted the normal flying mode again to soar towards her home and land back into her body. As she slowly reintegrated her body and opened her eyes, Mama Jain thought with a chuckle that it would surely have been very funny if she had been able to take a camera with her and take some selfies of herself on the surface of Mars to keep as souvenir. She could feel more than see Mother’s half amused half reproachful look at her as she tssked away at her, calling her again an unruly minor but with a reproach tinged with a great deal of affection and pride. Mama Jain lifted her head, looked at Mother and smiled, her face gleaming with the joint effect of the effort just made and the pride to have been finally able to travel in the famous way of the Elders. Mother merely smiled back and told her that this was just the first of a series of travels that she would need to make and Mama Jain could feel her insides bursting with joy, pride and excitement at the idea of having been given such a wonderful and complex task to undertake.
In a distant future, humanity has lost the capacity of producing anything. Paper money is a thing of the past and anything one needs can only be conjured up through the power of intention, it cannot be made. Unfortunately, most of the population having just been conditioned to picking what they need from what was mass produced in the past, they have lost the capacity of thinking and even more of dreaming and visualising so are unable to conjure up anything they would need to have.
The world population resorts to a group of creative people who have kept the capacity of thinking and are particularly skilled in conjuring up with their thoughts, which are powerfully channeled in a very precise manner, what the population needs in a ceremony called the Conjuring. This group of people are called the Scribes as they write down what is termed as the Manifestation, a detailed description of a series of images related to their thoughts during the Conjuring and these can be used a limited number of times to manifest similar items elsewhere.
The ink used by the Scribes is a very special ink manifested from their thoughts that fades away when the writings have been used a certain number of times and it is impossible to remember the sequence of words used, making it impossible to replicate the item beyond the intended number of times the Scribes have created the Manifestation for. When the Conjuring is attempted by anyone who is not a Scribe based on incorrectly memorized versions of the Manifestation, the person attempting the fake ceremony meets a deadly fate.
The population compensates the Scribes in energy which can be energy channeled from the stars or the Earth or simply life force energy depending on whether the population belongs to the star gazers or Earth conduits or to neither of these two factions. This energy is in turn used as a fuel by the Scribes to manifest their creative intent. Some scribes are so talented in their Manifestations that they are particularly sought after and compensated heavily making their energetic storage so immense that they are able to conjure up all kinds of intricate items effortlessly.
The Scribes do not offer courses on conjuring but decide from time to time to have a disciple who is taught the skill of conjuring as well as how to write the description of the images used in the ceremony. Often, the disciple is a member of their own family although sometimes, when they are childless, they may take a person from the general population. During the time the disciple is an apprentice and especially if he/she did not possess the skill of Manifesting by birthright, the disciple must act as a channel and a source of secondary energy when the portion of the population requiring a specific item is not able to compensate the Scribe appropriately with the right quantity of energy during the conjuring. After the ceremony, the disciple then waits with the population for a week receiving restorative energy from them before joining the Scribe who has moved on to another place where conjuring is required.
Nobody knows how the Scribes managed to keep their capability of conjuring up the thoughts that allowed the creation of the items required and nobody knows how they are raised and what they are taught exactly as it is a well-guarded secret. None of the population is capable either of assessing just how much energy has been harnessed by the Scribes. On occasion one or two Scribes would have gathered so much energy and not being able to use it because nothing was required in their surroundings, they simply imploded into balls of fire, igniting the whole neighbourhood during their combustion. For this reason, the Scribes are always on the move and never stay in the same place too long except if their services are extensively required.
The Key to the Universe (Dance of the Sacred Union) – Stellar