The sun was hot on her bare skin even with the multitude of filtering layers of UV blocking cloth above her. The lakes water advanced and retreated giving a soothing swish swish sound. Her legs were cooled from the baking sun with each advance of the water.
For the first time since her husband had died a year ago she felt at ease and thought some of the tension she had been holding in her body might actually have a chance of being released.
Then a shadow fell over her, causing her to start. “This is a private beach.” she said without lifting her head. “I think you should move along.”
“Oh, it’s not me that you need to worry about,” the man replied. His voice was deep and rumbling and caused her to look up at him. He was tall and muscular with broad shoulders.
He had black hair and his eyes were the color of obsidian. They seemed to make his skin glow as he looked down at her.
Oh great a lost native who is trying to assimilate she thought. Hopefully he is just lost and not something more worrisome.
“Well, I am here now so you may as well tell me what you want,” she said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. She wasn’t sure if she should be flattered or frightened by this stranger’s interest in her.
“I don’t want anything from you. I am a colleague of your Dad’s. We met briefly in the Castle.”
She gave a small laugh. “What are you talking about? My Dad is dead.”
The man laughed. “You have been in the Castle, haven’t you?”
Her mind raced. Maybe there was a way she could get out of this situation without having to reveal herself.
“Look, I am sorry your lost and but my father has passed away. I can’t help you. Please leave.”
He continued to stand before her. “I think you should phone Allen Quark, he will sort this out” He said looking along the length of her body. “I’ll walk up first shall I?”
She started to get up but he stopped her. “No need.”
“No,” she said “I don’t think you belong here. Allen Quark is not my father. And you need to vacate these premises. I don’t even know how you got in here.”
“I got in with this key.” he said “Flashing a temporary tattoo code on his forearm
“You have a key to the beach?” she asked.
“Not really, I am an employee of the Quarks and they have given me permission to use their beach for a while.”
“Allen Quark would never do such a thing. He sent me here.”
“Oh I know,” he said with a smile.
She got up and walked to the house. She was going to have to call security, or Allen if he was reachable, or someone. She felt a thin thread of ice flow down her vertebrae despite the warm covering of gloop and sand.
***
Quark answered when she phoned the office. She filled him in on the strange native’s appearance on the beach, his access and weird assertion that he was sent by her Dad and that Quark would know all about it.
“Okay, let me see what I can find out,” he said.
He came back a few minutes later. “So you have to be careful. You don’t want to end up like your father.”
She looked at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Your father was very talented but he used it to make enemies.
***
A tribe cultural gathering to gather and compress psychic energies to communicate with a creator alien race. This would take place on a beach where everyone can see one another while sitting in circles and being in close physical contact, like the tribal culture of ancient Polynesia. Everyone is naked, but this isn’t about sex or sexuality;
There a a drink with some relaxant inside taken from a native plant
The conduit is one of the elder women and she wants to hand over the position to someone younger but they are all either away in the conquers world of commerce or are not conduits
***
In the first dream, I’m watching myself as an adult. In my head, I know that everything will go bad so I want to tell people what I learned. But they don’t believe me and think I am nuts.
Well not so much watching myself though it feels like that. I am watching lots of people, but they feel like one person. They feel like me. And then it is my future self looking back at me from the future and seeing what happened to me, or something like that. It’s hard to explain it in words. Once the words form in my mind I know they are wrong. That I am not understanding myself, or I am going slowly crazy. Or maybe just remembering a part of something bigger that I can’t describe to myself.
So there’s this thing we humans have called dreams and I’ve had several very strange ones since starting to record them here.
A tribe cultural gathering to gather and compress psychic energies to communicate with a creator alien race. This would take place on a beach where everyone can see one another while sitting in circles and being in close physical contact, like the tribal culture of ancient Polynesia. Everyone is naked, but this isn’t about sex or sexuality;
There a a drink with some relaxant inside taken from a native plant
The conduit is one of the elder women and she wants to hand over the position to someone younger but they are all either away in the conquers world of commerce or are not conduits
***
In the first dream, I’m watching myself as an adult. In my head, I know that everything will go bad so I want to tell people what I learned. But they don’t believe me and think I am nuts.
Well not so much watching myself though it feels like that. I am watching lots of people, but they feel like one person. They feel like me. And then it is my future self looking back at me from the future and seeing what happened to me, or something like that. It’s hard to explain it in words. Once the words form in my mind I know they are wrong. That I am not understanding myself, or I am going slowly crazy. Or maybe just remembering a part of something bigger that I can’t describe to myself.
So there’s this thing we humans have called dreams and I’ve had several very strange ones since starting to record them here. But they are becoming so strange I feel challenged to even describe them.
At first they were to do with the death of Chan. We had been married such a short time but I had built my world around him. He filled my need for connection and meaning. So it’s no wonder I dreamed of him, of his death. Its no wonder I felt rudderless at his passing.
A tribe cultural gathering to gather and compress psychic energies to communicate with a creator alien race. This would take place on a beach where everyone can see one another while sitting in circles and being in close physical contact, like the tribal culture of ancient Polynesia. Everyone is naked, but this isn’t about sex or sexuality;
There a a drink with some relaxant inside taken from a native plant
The conduit is one of the elder women and she wants to hand over the position to someone younger but they are all either away in the conquers world of commerce or are not conduits
***
In the first dream, I’m watching myself as an adult. In my head, I know that everything will go bad so I want to tell people what I learned. But they don’t believe me and think I am nuts.
Well not so much watching myself though it feels like that. I am watching lots of people, but they feel like one person. They feel like me. And then it is my future self looking back at me from the future and seeing what happened to me, or something like that. It’s hard to explain it in words. Once the words form in my mind I know they are wrong. That I am not understanding myself, or I am going slowly crazy. Or maybe just remembering a part of something bigger that I can’t describe to myself.
So there’s this thing we humans have called dreams and I’ve had several very strange ones since starting to record them here. But they are becoming so strange I feel challenged to even describe them.
At first they were to do with the death of Chan. We had been married such a short time but I had built my world around him. He filled my need for connection and meaning. So it’s no wonder I dreamed of him, of his death. Its no wonder I felt rudderless at his passing.
Then, he comes to me as I’m dreaming and says: “It is OK.” Then he is gone again.
I wake up feeling sad, confused, lonely, and wondering if the dream was real or not.
***
Water is drawn up from underground by the use of water magnet stones
People can only drink it when it has been purified through a process called ‘tapping’
There is some form of government and laws but the people mostly do not bother with it as they are generally content
The land around them looks like the surface of mars or something similar but its red because of the red stones used to draw the water up
***
In a small village, people live what looks to outsiders to be a simple life. Yet to those within, it is anything but simple. There are practices going back into the mists of time that need to be done in a certain way at a certain time or the villagers are doomed.
They are quite happy to let outsiders learn their secret practices. But to join them in these rituals, you must be prepared to undergo a series of tests. The first test is to pass your name to the elders and be accepted into the society. When you meet the other initiates, you each decide which of you will lead the group. Rather embarrassingly the other initiates are children undergoing their coming of age and acceptance into society and you are the only adult. You are expected to guide them in how to carry out the rites and rituals needed to save the village.
This is quite a challenge and you must spend months learning from the others before you can proceed. They all already know most of the information either overtly as they have lived large sections of their life with the tribe or covertly through bedtime stories they have been told.
You ask to be held over till the next group are ready to proceed but the wise woman says she needs you to pass before she dies as she has something secret she wants to tell you before she dies. This has been building up for years and she does not want her secrets to die with her.
So you make the decision that it is worth the risk to discover what the wise woman knows.
***
In the dream, I am in a room full of people. We’re all in a big circle and we are holding hands. we are all tapping a peculiar rhythm with their feet. And while your head can’t figure it out your feet seems to be tapping along perfectly in synch with the others. Then someone speaks to us and I can’t hear what he says but it sounds like an old woman, who is standing behind me. She pulls down my tunic and tells me to show her my leg. I am surprised by this and look at the others in my group and they all shrug their shoulders.
***
In the city the aliens from Earth can’t stand the sunlight it’s too strong for them so they live in shaded domes. They never can go outside the domes unprotected. For this reason their cars do not have windows only external cameras and internal screens.Then, he comes to me as I’m dreaming and says: “It is OK.” Then he is gone again.
I wake up feeling sad, confused, lonely, and wondering if the dream was real or not.
***
Water is drawn up from underground by the use of water magnet stones
People can only drink it when it has been purified through a process called ‘tapping’
There is some form of government and laws but the people mostly do not bother with it as they are generally content
The land around them looks like the surface of mars or something similar but its red because of the red stones used to draw the water up
***
In a small village, people live what looks to outsiders to be a simple life. Yet to those within, it is anything but simple. There are practices going back into the mists of time that need to be done in a certain way at a certain time or the villagers are doomed.
***