Week 52, 2019
It was the end of everything.
Kathy braced herself against the conflagration that was consuming the world. The more she resisted the more she felt herself fading away.
She felt billions of beings reaching out to her, as if she were the one and only buoy in a sea of calamity.
In her mind she was trying to hold on to everything that she knew and loved, but in reality her individual loves and desires, the things she hoped for, they trapped her, the tighter she gripped, the more she crumbled.
She had only one option.
To let go.
Kathy was overwhelmed by the psychic storm from the cataclysm on Earth, and she surrendered to it.
She remembered the lessons she had learned as a girl, she recalled the Chinese finger trap.
She relaxed, and allowed the storm to pass through her.
She had prepared for this her entire life.
She let go of her fear and everything she hoped for.
She let it slip like water through her fingers.
Her individual consciousness expanded, she became co-terminus with the entirety of Earth’s cynergenic field, like the seed-head of a dandelion bracing in the wind.
For the briefest of moments she was one among many, and then everything changed, she became the one who was all, the all in one, the atavistic consciousness of humanity.
Something was happening.
Kathy sensed her consciousness multiplying, it was expanding by an order of magnitude that staggered her, and then…in letting go she found herself.
She was fully present with each and every shift in the cynergenic field, she was moving outward in waves, like concentric rings, she was at the crest.
She was the wave itself, transmogrified.
There was joy in it, and there was no fear.
She was both Earth’s channel and its atavistic guide, leading the fullness of humanity into the Collective field of the HomeWorld, across the vast expanse of space, in no-time.
As she did she touched every individual in their passage through.
She encompassed their fullness.
Once it had begun, it was over.
It was the greatest transposition of quantum energy to ever take place, a thing that not even the Continuum had imagined was possible, there was no standing against it, because once it had begun it was fait accompli.
Kathy had become a new creation. She was a being of light and grace in full rapport with the dark-energy of the cosmos.
She was unbound by space and time.
She was Brachma.
She transcended the machinery of the Continuum, she inhabited it, she could control it and yet she did not require it, she could not be confined by it.
She was the goddess.
She was the shepherdess.
She was the alpha and the omega.
She was the first and the last.
In a visceral way she came to understand the reality behind the metaphysical teaching she had absorbed as a child. She was secure in her knowledge of it, and through both the experience and the understanding she delivered her people safely to the promised land.
Everything was mutable, everything was in flux. Between any one point in the matrix of time and space no matter how small and between any one point in the fabric of reality no matter how large, there is a relationship that can be distinguished. Every instantiated moment, every potential moment, every actual referent is related to every other. Everything is one, there is no actual separation between discernable events.
Kathy understand this, and set the universe spinning on the point of a pin.
In the quantum field which the Collective once occupied, in that vast construct which the Continuum was formerly master of, time itself was meaningless.
The science of the Continuum had made this acutely obvious, but Kathy discovered that time was in fact, not just in this place, but it was meaningless everywhere, the same quantum field undergirded the whole structure of what is.
Kathy’s consciousness filled it in no-time, she slipped beyond the bounds of HomeWorld, she filled the Central system, going beyond it.
She became co-terminous with what the Continuum was, and much more as she ushered the fullness of humanity into the Collective sphere helping them to a place of calm, giving each of them what they needed to see, connecting friends to friends, and families to their ancestors.
It was a transformation.
It was homecoming.
She felt like Joshua crossing the Jordan, leading the people into the land of milk and honey.
She delivered the humanity, these Children of the Ancient People, to a place of wholeness and light, and belonging.
It happened in mere moments while Jim was preoccupied with his insignificant little war, the culmination of the conflict that had determined his existence.
Kathy saw him there, the entirety of him, both his great spirit and his smallness, she saw him in stark relief.
In that moment everything was new.
It was strange to her, but not completely alien. She had touched it before, seen glimpses of it through her contact with Jim, she recognized it, and she felt him there too, with her, within her, preoccupied with his conflict, his victory, his need to control.
She saw his enemy there too, with him, hiding like a wounded cub, secreted in the consciousness of the man named El.
Kathy ascended quietly, seamlessly flowing into every vestige of the construct that supported her mind and conscience. She travelled along every cable and fiber, filling every node and capacitator throughout the Central System, discerning their purpose and function in an instant, through her connection to Jim, acquiring from him what had taken billions of years to master.
She felt great esteem for him, and much sorrow.
Within the field of the Central system she was now omniscient, her mind expanding like a balloon past the confines of the structure.
She had transcended.
She felt Jim’s presence, the conflict he was involved in, but it was not her concern.
His was a minor drama in a much greater play, and he was but one poor player.
She possessed him entirely, everything that he was, his long lonely sojourn, his burning ambition, his moment of triumph…and his helplessness
He was the cause of her being.
He had planned for her arrival, engineered it over tens of thousands of years.
He constructing her from the human stock he had cultivated, as he had her parents and their parents before them.
The fabric of her life was shot through with the thread of his designs, but she was not what he had planned for.
Jim had prepared her as a sacrificial victim, he intended to set her on fire, to burn her up with the world that he had cared for, to destroy it all for the sake of his revenge.
He told himself he was agent of justice, but he was merely the puppet of his ambitions and an agent of destruction, as full of shame and self-loathing as any creature who had ever lived.
He was a man like any other man, pursuing glory and self-aggrandizement.
The onrush of consciousness was ecstatic. It filled Kathy to overflowing, for a moment it threatened to overwhelm her, but she rose with it as she had been trained to do.
Kathy was ascendant.
Kathy felt the flood of humanity streaming through her, billions and billions of people, both the living and the dead, virtually every person who had ever walked the earth filtered through her consciousness. She steadied the flow and grew with it, moving up the stream until she self-identified with the source.
She became Gaea, the mother spirit, she was mother to them all.
The spirits of Earth, of humanity’s collective, they strengthened her, they steadied her, calmed her as they had done when she was a child. The voices that had guided her throughout her life, were with her now.
She touched them, she recognized them, person by person she saved them one by one, all in one, and one in all, they were together, in the full realization of human potential with her at the fulcrum, with reality itself balancing as on the tip of a spear.
Jim had created a vacuum within the cynergenic field of HomeWorld, a vacuum that nature abhorred.
Kathy penetrated it.
Kathy led the children of Earth, the Children of the Ancients, she led them to their new home, guiding them to places of safety and security.
They repopulated the Collectiv, in their wholeness and in their individuality both..
Kathy, for her part, took control as the Continuum had done before her.
Through her connection to Jim she found and resurrected the basic program that the Collective had created for the organization of the Continuum, she made its language a subsystem of her own.
She positioned herself to protect and defend her people.
She ushered them into a place of peace and light. In that moment she saw it, quickly approaching, the veil between life and death.
It had always been thin to her. All throughout her life she had seen through to the other side, communicated with the voices of her ancestors, experienced their lives through her eyes.
Nevertheless, like every mortal creature she was connected too; from her heartbeat, to her breath, to the network of nerves sending electrical impulses and chemical signals coursing through her flesh. There was fear but no pain.
Kathy experienced the death of her body back on Earth, and began her walk into the unknown matrix of the HomeWorld’s cynergenic field.
She was taking a journey past the point of no return, the most significant thing was how utterly unplanned and unforeseen the whole event was.
On some inexplicable level, this delighted her.
As she felt her physicality slip away she was already in another place, occupying new ground. She was pure consciousness, sensing the multitude of humanity all about her, moving through her, each one of them experiencing the same thing, terrified but for her presence among them.
Kathy felt the pulse of them washing through her in waves, each and every person.
Just as her own heart had once pushed blood through her veins, she felt the steady drum beat of Earth, like a great rhythm, pounding with the power of creation.
The fear she felt concerning the mystery of death was magnified by the reality that the world itself was ending, ending in fire like Epicurious had always said it would.
The Earth was being rolled up like a blanket and she was the White Buffalo Woman running across the starry-field, carrying it in her arms, cradling it like a baby.
The whole of humanity was poised at the end of the world, and then there was release.
There was absolution.
They had traversed the galaxy through a wormhole, just as if they had crawled through the hollow of a tree, leaving death behind them on their way to paradise.
Here in this new place she would unfurl the blanket she was carrying, and everything would be new.
There are no words to describe the feeling of satisfaction, of joy, of wholeness, of completion that enjoined the moment of Kathy’s ascendancy.
She was seized, she fell into a state of rapture, and it was bliss.
Kathy assumed the mantle of the Continuum.
It happened atavistically.
She became it.
She became more than it had ever been.
She stretched her consciousness into the mechana of HomeWorld, and the Central System.
She slipped right past Jim, and his defenses just below his field of awareness, she took all of his knowledge from him and in the flicker of an immeasurable moment she rewrote every code.
Kathy had no limits, she was unbound by time and space.
She would not be circumscribed by a single world or a solar system, or even the boundaries of the galaxy, her essence flowed into the deepest dimension of consciousness, encompassing every world of the Imperium.
She crossed the vast limits of the Empire, all of its colonies, she covered the remote regions of its spiral arms, she touched her little blue world, orbiting its tiny yellow star.
She felt the massive weight of sorrow and fear, of sadness and grief, and in response she issued a single sentiment, projecting it outward to every living being
Her wordless sentiment of love.
For Kathy this happened in no-time, she was one with the cynergenic field as she in fact had always been, but only now, in that singular moment was she able to understand and accept it.
She was able to reconcile the distinctiveness of herself as the persona she was born into, as a child of Earth; she reconciled that with the whole of existing within her.
In that moment everything stopped, there was no resistance not anywhere, not in the consciousness of those members of the Collective whose identities were still intact somewhere on the HomeWorld, and not among the few Observers who remained at their posts throughout the million worlds.
The Children of the Ancients, wherever they were, responded to her presence with resonate joy.
In the end Kathy allowed herself to fall into the sensation stirring within her, the sensation unlike any feeling she had ever had before.
It was pure bliss.
She and the world were one.
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