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CALLASSA
Invicta Veritate
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I AM ZA
Part No. II
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And then . . . ohhhhh, there was a problem. The accompanying craft were encountering the hostile aliens and being transformed into a different form. Nothing can be destroyed, but the reason for existence can be replaced. If they hit us we would likewise be made into something else though I had absolutely no idea into what. Our speed had become immense. I could hear nothing nor see the landscape as I had been allowed. We were in a kind of sense negating void. I had no conception of the command and control of this craft, nor the others. Nor indeed, that it was a craft at all. Though I had acceptance of little, I had understanding of nothing.
We were slowing to dispatch Callassa, a myriad Callassa. It was a symphony of blurs, mixing together in my capacity to see. I was not to follow. I would be hit by the hostile defences. They were our equal, their capacity all-powerful. What if we could not return home? Now I could see more red colour. My recognition did not help ease my discomfort, more my raging anxiety. Now there were clouds and very strange looking rivers, if that is what they were and these appeared to flow upwards. We could move through these and into mountains whose substance was as the summer sky I could recall. I was beginning to feel great pangs of yearning for the place where I was from, for its constancy and its beauty. Though similar this was very, very different, but there was something else too. I felt as though it was all going very wrong. Was this a premonition? Where were the hostile forms? Why need Callassa disembark? Did this make her vulnerable? This was nothing like what I had imagined it to be. We were not in control. They had known of our entry and had been preparing to attack. How many of our forces were left? We were going down, but into what? How? Down. Down. What was down? This was the confused sense I was making. Where was she? Where was the woman who had brought me here? Where was the space traveler I knew? I wished she hadn’t brought me. I wished that I had acted on my child-made impulse and run away and kept on running while I had the chance. Now this.
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There was a blinding, red light. There was a flickering purple interfusing. There was a sea shore and sand. The close-by trees and vegetation were not as what I had previously seen elsewhere gone wild. They were more toward the ‘normal’. I was staring toward the sky and feeling pain, but an odd pain, more that my capacity to acknowledge was askew. Then I realised why this was the case. What was I? I had no limbs, yet I was here. Then, while in panic and thinking of the self I’d expected, I began to feel my arms and legs. I only had to recall what I was, to likewise be that form. I could see myself now. I was the person I’d always been, yes, dressed as I had embarked on this journey. The sky was no longer red. I was not uncomfortable because I could breathe warm air. The sand was as I knew sand to be, its course texture against my legs and feet. I could hear the waves as they were coming ashore. I was home again, wasn’t I? Well?
Then my panic began in a fashion I had hitherto never known. I’d looked sideways into the sky and there were three planets close. They were as I knew planets to be, but their size was far greater than the Moon in relation to the Earth. These huge celestial objects remained, so my expectation concerning things appearing as I knew them was not wholly the case. I was not home. I closed my eyes and tried wishing for our mansion in the woods. For Callassa, whose absence from me was an unbearable burden. I would wake up and all would be as it had been. I opened my eyes, but it was the same ocean, the same sand, the same three planets. I tried again, but to no avail. I noticed that there was a purple-ish mist partially covering the surface of one planet. I wanted clarification, but there was none to obtain and why would there be.
Was this some kind of desert island I’d been cast upon, as in the films? Where was Callassa? The Cosmicalla? Was she and those like her here? Had she missed this part of continuity and ended up elsewhere? What did elsewhere mean as per distance and time? I stood and began feeling very afraid. Behind me had been a part of the craft. Or I assumed this was what it was. Part was submerged into the sand. But there were no craft as I knew them to be. None of what would be UFOs, if seen … There … There. I saw the connection. It traveled upwards in a perfectly straight line to I knew not where. Hopefully there would be others. This was what they would use to locate me. Callassa would come. There was a noise, more a drone. It was very, very loud and immediately hurt my ears. I ran toward the trees. I ran quickly because something told me that there was a hostile presence. Who told me in that moment of recognition? Who?
I ran further into the vegetation and fell with my hands pressed tightly against my ears. When I turned, the disabled craft that had been on the beach exploded into thousands upon thousands of fragments and dark mist. The fragments and the mist appeared to collect and be drawn into an infinitesimal size, as though being sucked into a hole the width of a pin point. I saw what had caused the destruction and almost passed out in fear. It was an absolutely colossal flying monster, with the head very similar to a human, a distant similarity to the Great Sphinx. It had eyes that shifted in the fashion of some kind of acutely aware mind. It had vaguely human features. But were they really? Then, it shot away in a corkscrew-like fashion. I’d caught a glimpse of it from behind. Then it had resembled a bird. I noticed that the connection, the line of white light, remained in the place where the craft had been ‘obliterated’, the connection that hopefully led to where I came from. What was I to do? I was panic-stricken. Alone. Lost. I got up after having been hiding among the trees and shrubbery. I was feeling extremely uncomfortable because I realised there could be anything at all lurking therein. Visions of dangerous creatures had plagued me, more of a monstrous snake with long fangs and a forked tongue. The thing was engulfing me. I decided to run back to the connection, to the beach. The ones I knew would soon appear so why had I run away in the first place? They would come wouldn’t they? I was ignorant of everything. What if I were to be left here? For always? I would have to wait. They would come back for me. Surely … Surely they would? I had just witnessed a manifestation of the hostile forces who threatened humans with their extinction. I was now certain it was they. What if I were seen? Had I been?
I tried wishing that all this would change. I wished and wished while visualising the things I knew, but everything remained the same. I tried to make the sea red colour again, but failed. I knew not what I was trying to do. The unreality of my situation was becoming a very heavy burden. It was exhausting me.
At the connection I assured myself that I had my reasoning capacities. I could make sense of what had befallen me; in so much as I knew that I was as an unborn infant. Was this the future? Or somewhere that was disconnected? What did being disconnected mean?
I began considerung my body functions and immediately became thirsty. I thought of food and was hungry. Certain things to do with myself I could influence. I touched the connection but felt no effect. I tried to see its length as it went through the atmosphere, if that’s what it was. Looking toward what I couldn’t see made me feel very disoriented. The proximity of other planets made an effect that was grossly overpowering. My thirst was becoming worse, but what could I drink? I sat. I put my face into my hands and began to feel very ill. This situation was overflowing with novel and exaggerated emotions. I wasn’t even convinced that I was who I was. Nothing had ever been explained to me properly. What of Callassa, I had always known that she was an extra-terrestrial being and that I was not, my experience of her extraordinary truth being only what she’d created for me. Was she creating this? I had grave doubts. Would I ever see her again? Was she destroyed, thus become a different form? This particular thought sent pangs akin to shock waves through every part of me. It did so because if true, I was abandoned, lost.
I began questioning; what if the connection went away? I grasped for its white and ethereal substance and began to scream. I screamed and screamed.
I was a baby, crying out aloud for my mother, for the ultimate protection, for the female who had bore me, for Callassa. I wanted her touch, her soothing caress.
I always knew Callassa was extraordinary, a person among others of incredible difference and more. Where was my love now? Where?
And stangely my crying voice suddenly seemed to me that it was being held, nay absorbed into the breast of love, of Callassa, in answer I say, to my yearning and yearning. Was I within the female totality? Herein the ultimate existence? Was I within the caress of who that civilisation I had discarded and in its entirety were purposely denied? Was I inside the archetype of love, through the meta-cosmic vagina to the womb world of inordinate beauty?
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I AM ZA
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CALLASSA
Invicta Veritate
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