From a small child on, I had repetitive dreams – real and horrifying – dark and ominous – when out of nowhere up in the sky, craft of a very clumsy, heavy, almost
archaic technology, but massive in size just appeared. One, two, three……….. and there was nowhere to hide.
I knew those who manned them could do more than see us on the ground even in open tree countryside. They could see even our faces, and interpret out minds.
I always seemed to be alone, knowing no-one, amongst a numerous number of people, and yet had an automatic knowing not
only to warn but protect them. And like magnets, they didn’t run to hide under trees but ran to me. Their gathering around me called for the security they also appeared to be aware of, and it was not time to react to their fear but the situation. Guaranteed
I knew instinctively this
was a ‘Space War’, tho it was too early for the day’s technology to even have reached what I saw and who they were. It had not been that long since the atomic bomb had been dropped on Japan while my birth on this planet had been in the Pacific
Isles, but apart from their testing these nuclear weapons in Outer Space, no flying machine had looked like these… yet.
…….. this is not the
The only history was in mythical tales of sacred
But my now was Now!
and folk did dream dreams which came true, even if disbelief gave no ear or only mocked, so there was no-one to tell.
Remaining silent seemed to preserve the energy
I carried with me about all these things anyway, tho accustomed to being called many things for speaking if I ever did in some ways try.
This latest news of “Space Force”…… and any Ruling Space is a provocative Act which arousal can very easily become warlike. It rings
a bell called history. Today most drink it in as myth.
due respect to NASA, we have to be grateful for all they have achieved to showing us Our Earth and beyond. It will still remain mostly within the Scientific Research Fields
But the paradox also of all technology and the flip side is two-fold.
Always a contradiction of Positive and Negative.
a/ the waste called Space Waste = wasted.
b/ the fact that rockets are still used to piggyback all Outer Space Bound craft = wasted fuel and launchpads.
Before it was really a subject folk didn’t seem to discuss, this issue of Space Waste concerned me enough to the point of stating, “it was blocking the very Space required
for any escape.”
With no social media in Africa, no radio, or
reading the news paper, but seeing a very occasional TV, only snippets of what I gathered like the scribbled scraps which were to become my report book - against what I knew - things didn’t measure up.
Simply with my own way of understanding, inhibited by text book certainties, somehow it led me
to a Psychics Professor at a Tech for Higher Education, who must have understood something of my speech.
phoned me 5 months after our discussion asking excitedly if I had seen ‘today’s newspaper’? No... I hadn’t. But, 3 scientists had just won the Nobel Prise for what I had explained to
him on his blackboard!
"for their contributions to the theory of
the unified weak and electromagnetic interaction between elementary particles, including, inter alia, the prediction of the weak neutral current."
I have to admit I was surprised at his call, but not out to win any prize about what I knew. Yet, it was at least confirmation!
What I had written in my Report was taken to NASA and to many major cities round the world by a uni lecturer who seemed to find it fit enough with what it contained.
“The basics of propulsion of craft in Outer Space – from Earth – without such archaic rocketry.”
I’ll never know what might have been of interest, but, it was what it was at the
time. The next thing that came out of the blue which I learned was stealth warfare technology. My mind did not include that outside of it being a sacred text historical event !
Has it come full circle ?
The facts of all things technological is written in the minds of time – and it is whether that mind has right or wrong intentions – as to what is created. It is no different
that only a human finger has to press the button, or pull the trigger, for every bomb or gun created. Just as those who have only a good and right purpose will direct what they create or grasp to the benefit of humanity.
But when twisted usage by twisted minds also becomes like the game of Chinese whispers, there
are too many triggers all racing for Space in the wrong way and - wit against content becomes a war of words - creating Fake or True, and news is either Good or Bad.... and warlike if attached to the Military.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day Fritter
and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got
behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, Thought I'd something more to say.
Home Home again I like to be here When I can
When I come home Cold and tired It's
good to warm my bones Beside the fire
Far away Across the field Tolling on the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spell