Earth is something of the galaxies last garden world. It is here that I have mounted the ultimate resistance which I hope will defeat her forever. I created the human race deliberately to defeat her. At the core of your being lies a set of programming very much like her own. Your body is made not just of genes from this planet, and from my own, but also from her. I made you so you can think like her. You are all very creative and capable of dreaming up futures which even I can not imagine.
Your creativity will be a great asset in the coming war. I say coming war, but its been waging for a very long time. Its coming for you.
One of her heralds is a great asteroid. It is the source of the legend of Ekadanta. One tooth. The comet tail looks like a great long tooth. It is a solid ball of metal. Designed specifically to punch through Earth’s crust and shoot out the other side leaving a jumble of rocks and magma floating in space.
Ekadanta’s counterpart is a great volcano. Her name comes from the great plume of smoke that she breaths into the sky. One of my tasks is to line things up so that Ekadanta impacts the Earth in the correct time and location, such that it is swallowed by a volcano. The last time we did this produced the Yellowstone caldera.
We have learned that comets can more easily be accepted by a planetary body if they strike the crust in a position where it is already broken. If a large body impacts crust that is firm and rigid, the effect is often for the continental plate to shatter.
At this stage it seems like the most likely outcome for us will be to ‘teleport’ most of humanity off planet and into waiting barges so you can be settled either on other planets or in space stations. I will have to stay on Earth and attract her attentions so that I can enact the final plan, which unfortunately will likely result in Earth’s destruction, but also that of the Spacedemon.
If we can get enough people to transcend you can help me with a better plan, which will result in you getting to keep your planet.
If I have to do this on my own your planet and your way of life will be destroyed. You will have to fight to keep your cultures alive as you live, work, breath and die along side scores of sentient beings who have lost their home worlds.
Your planet is a warrior and after I gave her a second chance at life, she gladly accepted her part in this, knowing that she might die permanently, but that we had a very good chance of ridding the cosmos of the threat through her sacrifice.
What has happened to your race is quite unfair. You have had to endure a horrible fate and collection of karmas. Part of your suffering is because of my karmas and part is because of hers. Jesus is your archetypal hero because He takes upon the sins of the world (humanity). Humanity takes upon the sin of the universe (and others). If we can get through this intact, you guys will be heroes. Even if we’re not intact you’ll be heroes.
When it is over and you see the new world you have to live in, you will look back at now and think about all the time you spent trying to pay bills and advance careers which need a now defunct bureaucracy in which to survive you will wish you spent more time in nature, playing, laughing, creating and most of all, meditating.
Now that I don’t feel at all human anymore, when I write in this journal, I feel like a vast cosmic entity attempting to connect and communicate with the fleshy being I once was. I know that being is still here. I can feel the clothing it wears. The malas, the piercings, the hair. With my new abilities I can tune in to and isolate the perception coming from various organs and networks such as the lymphatic, vestibular and blood systems. I can feel vibrations from cars and trucks on the nearby road through my feet. I can even feel the vibration of power tools in houses that could be 1 or 2 streets away. A vast plethora of sensation and experience has opened up to me, which must have been latent, but which I was unable to access. I don’t have to know where things are, or where I am anymore. I know where things are going to be. So I can be in the right place to intercept them. I don’t think, plan or calculate anymore. I flow, I exist, I act.
Since shedding my identity, my body has become a vessel through which my instincts can flow.