To Lin and all on Creative Corner
Letter writing is fun, therapeutic and rewarding. I wonder what form letters (messages) from a long time in the future would be like. Here’s a stab what they might be.
A letter from ten thousand years on (the interim).
You would not recognise me now. For I am that which is yet to be. Minds still anthropomorphic yet bodies in essence hermaphroditic but capable of transfiguration. There are now no males or females just entities of complexion and constant change, the same, all of us, yet of infinite variety and intricacy.
There is no reproduction in your way, the old way. Sexual contact, yes, but in concepts of totality of a more complex union. Pleasure but no conception. It’s metamorphosis unnecessary.
For this body, biogenetically enhanced, DNA modified, will last with regeneration, probably two or three hundred years. No matter for I will not die. Merely lose this shell for rebirth.
Yes cloning is normal as is merger. For I am the product of many regenerations. My memory, enhanced by modification, is stored externally to my brain. All that has been is there for me to access. A near infinite number of pasts available to untwine and to consider, to scrutinise. The evolution that has taken place is not now through eons of natural selection but by scientific and philosophical purpose and by accorded manipulation. In itself a creation process?
We are many, yet few. For we combine the history and lifeblood of the lost generations and amalgamate with all. Yet we are still embryonic, tiny infants on a path to the universe.
Most of us left your planet in the rush of exploration heralded by new discoveries, new paths in time and space and travel within them. We are spread far and wide throughout our galaxy, carrying the exploration of our forefathers to new heights and beginnings.
Life on Earth continues. It becomes more irrelevant, for we have developed ways of leaving our bodies and spreading outwards, independent of the needs of flesh and substance.
Where will it all lead to we know not yet. Strongly we see that amalgamation becomes more important. The combining of minds and memories becomes ever stronger. The geometric progression of thought merger will mean more freedom. Not, as so many feared, less.
We travel back through the reaches of time. Tap all that has gone before and all that has ever been. The energy is too important to ignore. We will merge with all that has been. Give back its consciousness and collective whole, yet each its individual essence.
Soon we all will be one. A million years, a billion of your years, matters not for what is time but a pathway through infinity. Join us soon!
A letter from a billion years on.
I sit here, on this planet called Earth. I take no form of man or woman for that is of the long gone past. So to sit is a thought a way. A gesture maybe?
Your planet is dying and your sun near nova. Soon it will be the last perfect day. Then leave in an instant, to be somewhere else. I will wait for it and feel the sadness yet the glory.
We that are one need no planets. They are for the developing, the embryos of the universe.Then reflect. For I am part of all that has been and will ever be. I need not the imprisonment of this body mantle I wait in.
Yet somehow it brings the thoughts of millions of eons in the past. That in which our race unfolded, developed and moved on. Although your Earth is ancient, the Universe is still young. Embracing all its life forms.We are the building blocks of the continuing creation.
How pleasant it is to be here; absorbing, remembering. There are a few other beings descended from human form here also.There is no need for communication for we are all one. Us few who have made this near instant journey to our old planet share the experience with all that is and has ever been. Only animals and basic life forms now strut the earth. Long gone the continents and oceans of my universal childhood.
It gives me contentment to sit and reflect. To reflect on the myriads that have been on this planet before the great change, the human move outwards into the greater universe. It’s metamorphosis and amalgamation into one, never omnipotent but growing and searching into infinity.
The misery and suffering of a million eons has gone. We did conquer the stars but at what cost? Where is all that we exterminated on a billion planets? Gone for good or in its own way part of the creation process? Is amalgamation just the privilege of the conscious being?
From the womb of the mother I was born. When? Who knows, except it was then the past, as is now.Yet time future and time past merge, there is a blur. For my mother and father are me. The entire human race is one. A creative force so large as to be all embracing.
When my ancestors, all of us, our descendants died, we waited not in sleep, in nothing. As there was no element of consciousness, no element of time, a billion years was as a microsecond. We awoke within the merger, the amalgamation. Yet moving in it as a conscious single entity.
We were never, in a sense, individuals. Merely small branches of a universal tree.The collective memory of humanity nurtured and retained.
I sit and wait then will move on. Time is of no consequence it is merely a carrier of our universal consciousness.