Universal History 7.3

During the old days people debated if the virtual world was real or could be perceived as real by the people who interacted with it. Centuries in the future the Tri-Verse was no longer a virtual world made up of representations but was the melding of mind-thought interactions. The Tri-Verse was the mental and spiritual presence of a physical being. They were true projections instead of representations So fast were the connections that the Tri-Verse became the real world. So it was.

When a person connects to the Tri-Verse they are authentically present- their mind is their Avatar. All is real. All is true. But when the Abbot introduced his program to the Connection he sent a representative of himself with a message: My Physical Presence Still Exists. What he perceived as a message they professed to be a virus.

The two worlds had become so incompatible that to connect meant destruction. For Asa, the projection had been himself simply communicating to the one person who might understand his message. What Abbot Asa introduced to the Tri-Verse, for the first time, was a delayed image of himself. It was not him, it was a representation of him. It was un-authentic, a lie and it was blasphemy that corrupted the foundations of the Tri-Verse system.

Tamar knew right away what it was. It wasn’t him but it was him. These were the words she would use over an over again to describe it later. Tamar knew right away that everything had changed. Lies could be introduced to Truth. Those who had any doubt turned against the Tri-Verse, projections and viruses popped up everywhere after Asa’s was introduced. For a time, Tamar remained silent as moto-bots were sent to bomb the Unconnected. For a very long time she remained silent.

Asa had no idea what had happened. He couldn’t know. Several weeks later the bombings started in Texarkana.  He was no fool- no warfare for hundreds of years and then bombings just weeks after his message? He knew she got it. Now, the question remained, could she see his presence in the representation?

The Virus

Tamar was with the children that day in the Tri-Verse. Their minds were squabbling over bits of information and entertaining bits of neurotransmitters.  This wasn’t Tamar’s favorite place but she want content watching over the tiny minds as they learned how to navigate groups within the protected sphere. It was here that everything changed.

She couldn’t remember much but reports from that day were clear. The children were playing in the virtual playground when it appeared.  The image was digital instead virtual. It looked like it was composed of old code held together with rudimentary bonds. She had heard of such things invading the Tri-Verse before but it was the stuff of ghost stories.

Ancient tales of virus infestations haunt children’s dreams in the Tri-Verse. But one had not been able to penetrate the sphere of connections for centuries. Yet, there it was in the midst of them in front of her eyes. She did as she had been trained to do. With all of her being she reached in within herself and screamed, “ABORT!” and instantaneously the children were ejected from their connections and removed from harms way.

Tamar had stood and prayed and kept the invader from moving forward into the Tri-Verse. She used the power of her silver-skin connections to take root in the playground area and held at bay. It took up so much of her energy that when the Papal Council was finally able to impose an Abortion on her and take over the virus removal, Tamar was nearly dead.

It was said that this was the first time in the Tri-Verse history that a Priestess had chosen silence. As she slowly gained consciousness and her connections were restored the Council asked her over and over again if she were able to take apart the code or to see where the code had come from. She did not speak but held vigil. The old code looked nothing like him but it was him and she knew it.

History tells us that in her silence, a plan was formed. Her fears confirmed. She waited until the Wars could begin.

The Spark

He stared at the screen.  He leaned back in his chair stretched out his hand over his head all the while staring at the screen.  Years of coding since leaving the Tri-Verse had led him to this moment. Asa blinked and rubbed his eyes.  He did not know what would happen to the Tri-Verse once an ancient technology inserted itself into the modern one nor did he know if Tamar would reconcile.

His code was much like a floppy disks being inserted into a neur-ocular connection. He wasn’t even sure it world work, or if it did if Tamar would know who or what had sent it. With such a small amount of information the code had to be perfect. It was his masterpiece; his only way of letting Tamar know he was alive and happy.

He stared at the screen. This idea had come to him while meditating atop of his dune in the heat of the day. He knew it must be from the Almighty. It MUST be. He was not so intelligent to think of such a thing on his own. He’d had other attempts but nothing like this.

Asa had left the Tri-Verse because he was made to. Fearing he would pollute the priesthood with doubt he was not allowed to return to the Tri-Verse once his conscience had been discovered.  The decision was swift and the only connection he cared for was severed. Tamar, a new priestess in the order, was fragile in her newly tattooed state. Letting him near her was out of the question as far as the council was concerned. He shook his head at the memory.

He stared at the screen. He pushed enter. The communication that popped on the screen read “Message Accepted” and then a blue screen appeared and his system overloaded. He’d had the blue screen every other attempt; the “Message Accepted” was new. Tears ran down his weathered cheeks, cracks in the silver tattoos on his arms showed as he brushed them away. The old Abbot could only sit back and wait to see what God had wrought.

Universal History: 7.2

There had never been much in the way of warfare between the Low Ends and the Elites. There had never been any need for it. The Low Ends took up less energy than if they'd been Connected so they didn't harm the Tri-Verse. The Low Ends left the Elites to themselves- if they wanted to be seduced by a false world that was their business.  The two classes co-existed peacefully for nearly 500 years. 

History tells us that we do not learn from our mistakes. Thus, as the Tri-verse continued to strain resources, what little the Low Ends had was being exhausted. In their simple-mindedness, they became angry. It is normal for those who are more advanced and conscious of their state to overcome the less powerful and weak minded. It is also historical that the weaker sects of society fight this evolution. They fight it because they are comfortable, they fight it because they are scared and we fight for it because we know they would be happier if only they could Connect and see.

On one hand, taking from those less fortunate from ourselves is not right. On the other hand, taking from those that are less fortunate so that they are able to see truth charitable. As our scriptures state, "change occurs only when the pain is great enough" and if we can be the hand of God in enabling that pain the we are charged with that duty as a Tri-Verse Consciousness.  We do not do this out of selfishness but out of love.  

It was from this scripture that the New War was born. From two characters, first so insignificant to be barely a blip in the Consciousness, became the spark for the Universe to fear. It became a lesson for us; dialectic thinking was not blessed. And yet, as stated earlier, we rarely learn from our history. But I have gotten ahead of myself- let us go back to when the spark began. Let us return to where two technologies, old and new, intertwined again for the first time in half a millennia.

Background

She placed her feet on the sand so that the cold water would just hit her toes. She squealed and ran up the beach repeating this for about the 20th time.  Her uncle sat atop a dune where he could see her on the beach below.  He sat practicing the art of hand writing- it soothed him to physically write thoughts down instead of imprinting them in the Tri-Verse.

Children were a blessing but adults could be in the Tri-Verse longer than their young. Family members like Asa would take shifts with the young family members. For now, him and his niece Tamar had a few hours together several days a week. It was the only time he appreciated the physical world. That squeal of hers, it got him chuckling every time.

She ran up to him and snuggled close. Even the summers were chilly here now. “What are you writing Uncle Asa?” she asked him as she looked over at the pen and paper that sat on his lap. “I am writing the scriptures”, he replied. She watched him for what seemed like forever and then sighed. Asa stopped writing and looked down at her and in kind way asked,  “Why are you sighing little one?”

There was a long pause as she thought about her words and suddenly she erupted into speaking. “Why can’t we stay out here forever the Tri-Verse is great but you can’t hear the oceans and you can’t write and I don’t feel the same there even when you’re there and I don’t want to go back.” He chuckled at her run-on way of speaking in the physical world, as if she could not get the words out fast enough.

Asa gently patted Tamar’s head, his fresh silver tattoos briefly caught the sunlight. “Connection must be made, Tamar. We must not doubt the Tri-Verse. We must not run from the uncomfortability. It is this that allows us to grow with one another in conscience and spirit” He paused as he saw her frustration “come now, it is time to reconnect to that which makes us whole.”