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Chapter 2
Katagah was nervously expectant. In the years since her discovery of the Pale Blue Planet, a great deal had changed in her life. On the whole of Havalla, she was on a short list of friends of the child prodigy, Seashella, and this was the source of her most drastic changes. This list, however, was growing, as more and more of their people began to be fascinated by the research she and Seashella were doing.
 Secretly and together they had continued their banned research about the Pale Blue Planet, which they had come to know under various names, but the one that made the most sense to them was "Gaia." Seashella told her that the planet itself had communicated to Seashella that this was the most appropriate designation for their use. Havalla, a male characteristically, and Gaia were close personal friends and communed with one another the way any female and male intelligences would and had done so for eons upon eons.
Katagah hadn't known quite what to make of disclosures such as those, not fully, but she had little reason to question Seashella. Katagah had been working on all the practical scientific elements: a continued probe into the various languages, of which there were so many it staggered the imagination. Here on Havalla they had but one language, and in fact one race of people, where on Gaia the diversity of races, creeds, religions, styles, types, languages, both in use and out of use, was a continual source of fascination for her. She was beginning to believe that somehow even people of her own planet, the seed of them, was also on Gaia, and that it was a place where it was all mixed into a single giant pot with a fire stoked beneath it and it was all congealing into a stew of unity that is amazingly, deliciously, diverse.
Seashella had been working on etheric, metaphysical, aspects: communication without physical means, connecting through conduits that she had thus far been unable to even explain to Katagah without mathematical scribblings which made even less sense than Seashella's cursory explanations, boundaries of understanding, of capacity to comprehend via dormant neural pathways, self-imposed limitations within a "gestalt" of an illusory, even theoretical, construct; data compression and apparently discardable bits; transitional causality and dimensional phasing. Katagah threw her hands up one day and said, "Is there anything at all which can collapse this array into a single concept?!"
"Yes," Seashella had said, and she stepped over to the djinnchord (something like a harp only shaped like a smile and made of something we would guess was glass) leaning in the corner of the room and plucked a string, which gave off a luscious and deep tone, and then another, and another, causing a perfectly resonant chord to shimmer through the room. Katagah nodded at that. Somehow she understood it but didn't know why yet. "It'll come to me," was her constant refrain.
Through their combined efforts they had also discovered, for example, that the planets were the inverse of one another in so many ways. On Gaia, the male birds had all the magnificent plumages and coloration, whereas on Havalla the female birds had the plumages and coloration. On Havalla, an almost maddening peace was the rule, while on Gaia, war and strife were frequently the rule. On Gaia, its people sought a perception of an utopian ideal, and on Havalla, more and more people were beginning to disparage in the pervasive sameness of their world and to admire the contrasts of Gaia, to make a shift to an awareness that Gaia was a place where certain kinds of experience were unique - often bizarre and brutal, and bloody and lusty, and loud and frenetic, but so much could be learned from such an environment. The people of each planet believed they wanted what the other had.
Katagah and Seashella published an underground pamphlet educating any of their people curious enough about this wild world called Gaia. Seashella's village had long since been banned from the Council, and therefore Seashella was basically evicted from amongst them. Her village's conformation allowed its probationary readmittance to the Council one year later, and all seemed happy enough about that, except that there was one proviso: Seashella's parents were strongly encouraged to stop having children. Of course Seashella had asked for the banishment...well, seven years ago today, and today was Seashella's thirteenth birthday.
It had been almost four months since they had seen each other, and then Seashella had dispatched a page to Katagah saying that she had made a "mental breakthrough" and was excited to share it with her. She was due any moment. For Seashella to be that excited meant that it must truly be astounding.
Right on cue, she heard Seashella humming a pretty tune as she came up the cobbled walk and a moment later strode in for all the world with the grace, beauty and poise of a queen. She was absolutely magnificent, far beyond her years.
"Happy birthday!" sang Katagah as they embraced. They were very nearly the same height, and were more like sisters with each other than two females who were nearly 25 years apart. She knew as surely as she lived that Seashella's wisdom was in itself a force of nature.
"Katagah, I have so thirsted for your company lately. There is so much to share. Can we walk? It's such a beautiful night out."
A few moments later they were walking along a beach of violet sand. The Veils of the Ocean Nebula were very bright and delicate tonight, illuminating the area quite brightly.
"What what? Tell me what have you been doing?"
"Havalla asked Gaia to show me something that He was unable to demonstrate in a way that I could fully grasp. He told me that it had to do with heart intelligence. I sensed that he knew very well how to explain it but knew that there would be a deeper communication between Gaia and me. Somehow we as a species have overlooked something that in its purest form is quite simple. This space..." Seashella moved her hands gracefully between them "...this space is not empty. It's full, completely full, packed, and not one unit of its being isn't absolutely packed with meaning. More exacting still, it's intelligent, and down to the smallest particle, each has what we could call a name, even if in a more simplified form it's a number, but there is a resonant designation for each of these smallest particles. And then these smallest units can be organized in a way that we would call replicating, not division and multiplication, but by transference of properties from one to the other, so that one type of energy becomes another type of energy, and like energies coalesce. On Gaia they call it "transmutation of elements" and "forces of attraction." And through this organizational process it expands by nested hierarchies of organization."
"Give me an example."
"Take this beach. This is a coalescence of like and like, which is sand, which is then bordered on its outside by the grass and the rocks that are nested within the foothills that are nested within the mountains, and by the ocean on this side. It is nested within an ever-expanding hierarchy. Now," she stooped over and pressed her finger into the sand, straightened and showed her fingertip to Katagah. "Take any of these grains of sand, and they are also made of even smaller elements that themselves are nested within this one grain of sand. Each of those smaller elements is also made of an organization of like and like which are also nested."
"That's what I thought you meant."
"The most fundamental unit, believe it or not, is a unit that has no name other than a metaphorical designation. But for you and I in this moment we'll call it light, even though sound is in some ways more elegantly descriptive. Even out here," Seashella pointed at the tendrils of the nebula, "where you see the veils of the nebula give way to darkness, that darkness is still a form of light. On Gaia they call the light units photons, but photons are just one type of light. Another concept of this we haven't explored nearly enough is that through transference of properties, where the 'properties' of one unit become apparently nonexistent as it assumes the properties of an attracting organizing whole, the coalescence becomes densified by the assumption of modified properties, thus causing a given thing to be in form through this property transference according to a design as visualized by another intelligence. Although a given unit has let itself be transformed, it never loses its origin, its root, the truth of what it is at its core, its source. The communication is accomplished through waves, but it's not as we would perceive them to be."
They were standing at the shoreline of a very still sea, in which could be clearly seen the Ocean Nebula's reflection. Seashella bent down and retrieved a pebble, lobbed it a few feet away into the water. The waves proceeded concentrically outward from the point the pebble thropped. As soon as the outermost wave had reached a diameter of about six dern (a single dorn is close to 13 of our inches) Seashella breathed in deeply and closed her eyes, extending her right hand. "Please be still," she whispered.
Katagah shook her head, not believing what she was seeing. The waves stopped, fully formed, and were motionless. "Each of these waves, although individual, are of the same source, the pebble being the causal agitation and the water being the medium of undivided potential in which a subjective perception is caused and therefore registered by an intelligence equipped with the necessary mechanism to interpret the experience. The undivided potential must have agitation of some sort, the pebble, but do the waves relate more to the pebble or to the water?"
"To the water. They don't necessarily have any interest in addressing the cause of them from undivided potential."
"But the source encompasses both; it requires the interaction, the union, of two things to make at least one thing. And although each of these waves is individual, the source is the same. This outermost wave, if we take the concept of time out of consideration, is there any reason to refer to it as anything other than that which came before?"
"No." It was sheer force of will for Katagah to be as casual as Seashella about this little miracle in the water, these motionless waves. "And in the same way the smaller inside ones are nothing more than those which come after. And this is a fine example of a nested hierarchy. And in fact, is there any reason to believe that the outermost waves are pulling along the waves inside more than the waves inside are pushing along the outer ones?" Katagah asked.
"Exactly. Even though it's a hierarchy, no part of it is involved in a lesser way than any other part in the evolution of the whole. That's a very important concept. As I see it, there has been a necessity for this outer wave, as an example, to teach the next inner wave what it has learned by pushing its boundaries, and the next inner wave teaches the one inside of it. But there is a big change coming, and what is happening on Gaia is important in the effort in our part of the Universe. In a very real sense, Gaia and Her people are teaching us, in ways that we must learn to accept, that a big change is coming."
"What effort are you talking about?"
"That we are going to dispense with the teacher-student chain altogether, all of us in material experience, and proceed directly to knowingness by a direct experience of self as source. The change will be one of enabling a greater degree of perception by agreement, where we agree to dispense with the rules of perception that we ourselves designed and implemented."
"Now wait a minute. Are you suggesting that we created all of this?"
"Absolutely."
"I'm sorry, but I can't accept..."
"But you will, in due time. You see, your complete surrendering of all the falsities of your perceptions will enable you to do what I have done here, tonight, in the water."
"But what about "Amgod?" This is their name for their one great ruling deity.
Seashella laughed out loud, smooth, delicious, inviting, so perfect was her delight. As soon as she had quieted down, and seeing the rage boiling beneath Katagah's features, she said, "I don't mean to be impudent, I promise, but I need to tell you something. One of the many inverted experiences of Gaia and Havalla is our word Amgod and their word dogma. Look it up in your concordance of their English language, it's remarkable, right down to the sounds made. But anyway, see how these waves are moving outward?"
Katagah looked and indeed they were again moving. "Yes," she said, feeling a little sick and swallowing.
"This is just a way of explaining, so don't take it as dogma." She burst out laughing again, clearly experiencing great joy. When she could compose herself in between chuckles, she was saying, "There is a theoretical point at which they stop moving in one direction and start moving in the opposite direction, only they don't just bounce off of something finite and begin moving, against the flow of the others, 
in the opposite direction." Seashella pulled from the pocket of her cloak a loop, what would appear to us to be a donut. "On Gaia they call this a tube torus. Let's let the waves radiate outward from this empty center."
As Katagah watched, waves indeed were moving outward across the face of the tube torus and, following its contour, would continue moving around the edge and were then flowing in the opposite direction on the other side, heading towards the empty center.
"Each of these waves represents an individuated unit of intelligence, you or me or someone on Gaia or anywhere else, and although we don't have conscious memory of it we are never not self-referencing our source. We're heading away from it and towards it at the same time, although in our primary perception of heading away from it we're being pushed, which necessitated forgetting, and then in our primary perception of being pulled back into it we're remembering. Now, see this dividing line?" By the light of the Ocean Nebula, she indicated a single line that bisected the tube torus along the outside. This is the non-space and non-time interval between being pushed and being pulled. There is an impossibly small interval here where you simply cannot distinguish between being pushed and being pulled. Where does the pushing stop and the pulling start? There is no way to determine that. Both directions involve momentum but this place has none - it's motionless and therefore momentumless. That point is the point in which creation takes place, when both pushing and pulling, so to speak, find union. And it can actually be achieved at will."
Katagah was nodding. She understood this somehow. "You're able to place yourself in this mentally, which is how you've been doing these...these, whatever they are, tonight. And this is also how you have been able to achieve your method of communication, isn't it? We determined that it had taken decades for their data to reach us, but you communicate instantly. When there is no pushing or pulling, there is no distance, or space, and therefore wherever you are is everywhere because...well, if you're nowhere then I guess you must be everywhere!" she exclaimed, flinging her hands outward.
"That a good way of putting it. It sounds crazy coming from you at this moment, but it works."
"How do you place yourself in that...mental...um..."
"Let me explain something else first. Let's take any piece of the nested hierarchies." She picked up a stone. "Let's divide this stone into its parts." She closed her hand around it, reopened it and the stone was a pile of dirt. It's made of a variety of different elements. Now let's take any one of these elements and divide it." Seashella put her soiled thumb on Katagah's forehead between her brows and pressed hard while her other fingers stretched backwards over the top of her head.
Suddenly, Katagah was experiencing visually the disaggregation of just one of the elements into its own variety of elements, which then all disappeared but one. The one element left then enlarged and itself disaggregated into its component parts. This time, as her view zoomed-in on what was left, there were five geometric forms floating in her vision. Her eyes were wide as she stared, mouth open, at a space located at about Seashella's right shoulder where the forms were spinning. "Dear Amgod! How are you doing this!"
"You'll know soon enough. These are the basic building blocks of all matter. Each of these forms is intelligent. They think, they feel. They are self-aware, and they have 'names.' Just keep watching."
As she said this, they all ceased moving and then seemed to flatten themselves and shrink against a theoretical background, some smaller circles formed and additional connecting lines running between the circles to show her this:
"This is how two-dimensional depiction can actually represent three dimensions. This is the geometry of creation, Katagah, and knowing how it works, even better, how it thinks, and even better than that, especially for a woman, how it feels, is to understand the act of creation itself. Now we remove the polarity, the dividedness."
Now as she watched, all the forms merged into one, and one by one the circles and lines began erasing themselves, just blinking out, leaving two lines and a single circle.
"But there is still dividedness, which means there is polarity."
And now the two lines disappeared, leaving this floating in her vision.
"The undivided. That which is undivided, is what?"
"Whole. It's whole."
"And what is the undivided whole?"
"Love," she whispered with welling emotion. "Love is the only thing that can't be reduced. It's the most fundamental unit of existence. You can divide and reduce everything but Love."
"A way to show you an action of creation is this:"
Again before her vision was a symbol. "This is an annulus. Stare at the center and move your head towards and away from the symbol, towards and away from it. You'll see that motion is seen where it doesn't exist. But then the perceived motion where none exists itself coaxes your eyes to register a geometric shape and form that is not seen, because of the programmed limitation of your vision, until you move closer to it, and becomes registered by your brain because we've tricked it to not discard this in-formation.
"This is an actual portal to higher realms, realms of Love. The opposing movement that you're seeing is a fair depiction of the two 'opposing forces' required in creation - it takes two to make one thing - and the line separating the annuli could be said to be the point in which there is neither pushing nor pulling, but is the zeropoint. Recently on Gaia, Her people had a cosmic experience of an annulus, and only a very small percentage of Her people are even aware that it took place. It was an annular eclipse where their one moon moved in front of their sun, forming an annular ring, and opened a cosmic portal, by this principal of oppositely flowing energy, through which a tremendous energy flowed, causing the environment of the entire planet to be more conducive to carrying out certain very powerful operations that a number of Her people did in fact carry out, which triggered the seeds of massive change there. I experienced it with them. It was beautiful. And I plan to experience much much more with them now that I know how to do it.
"Nature has many types of annuli. It's in progressively expanding circles, which form spirals. Seashells are great examples of annular progressions."
"Hm. How did you do that with the water?"
"All this sea of in-formation wants is to be used, to be directed. It's very alive. But it doesn't respond immediately to intelligence that doesn't connect with it, that doesn't speak its language. It will eventually respond, but there are other intelligences that must interpret the information, and so the response, you could say, becomes slower. First, you have to know that it is an intelligence, that it loves, feels, thinks, and when you connect with it in the way that is necessary, you become it. If you use your feelings right now you can sense that the intelligence of the water is reaching out to you, wanting to connect with you, to be put to use. I connected with that intelligence, merged with it, and then I myself became stillness. Stillness was the feeling, the visualization is what we see in our mind so that the intelligence of the water knows how to respond, and the feeling is the inverse 'direction,' so to speak, of the visualization, but those two must bond. Their bond is an act of the purest Love and Joy, the act of creation itself, and I become the Power acting, the Intelligence directing, and the Substance being acted upon. It's an agreement, a cooperative effort between myself and the Cosmos to bring something into being that is required at that moment for a given purpose. If what is conceived has no purpose it simply cannot come into the beingness with which we interact."
"What was the purpose of stationary waves of water to come into beingness for All That Is?"
"Well...silly, to show you what you needed to see. And now that that is done, the purpose of the waves is served and," she indicated the calm water, "they are now remerged with their source."
"How do you connect with it?"
"Through the Universal Language, of course, Love, the irreducible being, the one mode of being which cannot be misunderstood or judged. You have to BE Love. In reaching that level it's no longer a feeling but a state of being. To endeavor to Love All That Is with perfect equality is to become the Undivided Whole. Once you are the Undivided Whole you are everything, including that which comes into being. You visualize it and spoot, there it is! Now there are methods and techniques of creation which can be put to use without so completely consciously Being Love, but this is the quickest way to do it. Being Love is a choice, and you live it by loving yourself and all that you are and have been, and you pour this fountain of your Being It out to all else."
"Do I have to understand everything that you just showed me?"
"No, your heart understands. Love is what it knows, and in practicing the constant flowing of it, your brain will simply know what to do when the moment comes."
"This is what you call a breakthrough? This is the most shattering in-formation I've ever heard. The Council would banish us from Havalla altogether if they knew about this."
"Does it matter? I love all this so deeply, so unspeakably deeply, and that is the source of me, of you, and everything else, the self-referential source that ceases the need for self-referencing once you Become Love. There is no 'loop' through which your intention needs to travel, if that makes sense to you."
They both stopped in unison, turned and started walking the way they had come, at times straddling their previous footsteps in the violet sand. As they walked and talked, Katagah noticed something resting in the recess of a footprint. "Oh look. It's a perfect shell." She stooped and picked it up. Very light and delicate, a bright yellow. "Where did it come from, though? Neither of us stepped on it before. It's as though it materialized right where it is. Hm."
Seashella swayed in her tracks. "Wait." Fluidly, she sank right to a sitting position, reclined and rested her back against a small ledge. "All right," she said, "I'm ready."
"For what?"
Seashella looked at her, but she didn't recognize her face. "For you to hand it to me."
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