Science fiction. The species from the 4th realm

 

Science fiction. The species from the 4th realm



It was a familiar voice. A voice I recognised, a voice that reminded me of someone I had known and loved not just with my heart, but with the heart of my mind too. And the familiarity of this voice invoked in me the memories that always reminded me of her. Everyday, every second of everyday, and it had been so today too. Until I heard this voice, that sounded like her. And I wanted to disengage from what was occupying my mind, and look around to spot the source of this voice. 


Maybe it was she, or maybe it was someone with a similar voice. The likelihood of her presence in the crowded market was slim, and if it were someone with a similar voice, it would only intensify my longings and nothing else. But whatever it was and whoever she was, I wanted to know.


I scanned the corners of the market from where I felt the voice travelled, and after examining every unknown face I tried to determine the vocal notes flowing from all parted lips. I could not single out any voice that would sound like the voice that I had just heard and it had reminded me of her. 


So, with a feeling of dejection, I indolently resumed my engagement with the shop owner. Having packed my weekly groceries in my bag, I left the shop and began marching with the crowd, in the crowded market of the town, where I am based right now.


I must have covered 345 paces or more, when I heard the same voice again. I overcame the feeling of hopelessness and I turned around, and there she was. Right behind me!


She was in conversation with someone, whom she knew. From her frank and vivacious expressions, it clearly suggested they knew each other very well. However, it did not matter, yes, it did not matter at all. Because she was someone else. Someone who sounded like her, but other than that she bore none of her qualities, none of her charms, and not at all any of her feminine refinements and intellectual singularity that always made me love her, whenever I spoke to her.


The voice in the crowd just shared a resemblance, a vocal resemblance, and nothing else. And by merely sounding like someone you cannot become that someone. I believed in it, and now I had the living proof who confirmed this belief of mine.


So, I simply smiled and continued walking. But a little faster now, because I wanted to move far away from this voice. The voice that sounded familiar but belonged to someone else. Someone who was not at all like her. And instead of calming me, the distancing echoes of her voice now saddened me. Because it reminded me of the one who spoke with a similar voice, but with a vocal delicacy that is incomparable; and an emotional sensitivity that is fair and unprejudiced. Her true voice, that arose from a real person. She!


Finally I decided to stop walking. I took a moment or two to think, and fill myself with her memories and recall her true and original voice. As it spoke to me silently in my mind, I began walking again; but towards the tea shop where I go often. 


I just needed a conversation with the  tea cup, the tea, my sips of tea and myself. Sounds complicated! But it is easier when you are dealing with an emotional embargo that prevents you from investing in new memories, because you fear you would lose the freshness of her archaic reservoir of memories inside you. On which your mind thrives and in whose vividness your heart believes and continues beating. 


“The tea” arrived, the tea cup rested on the saucer in a stately pose, while the round, open end of the tea cup, interrogatively sought a reaction from my end. Before the hot tea turned cold, and the aroma of the tea got stolen by the cold air of the November month. 

But, for me, the tea shop existed, the tea cup existed as well, the tea in it too had a palpable virtue, but in presence of these physical and likeable realities, my own reality and existence had turned abstract. So, the tea longed in the cup to be sipped by me, just like I longed for her in the mind of my heart and the heart of my mind. It could not be more ironic, because there was nothing less ironic than this.


A feeling where you feel like a huge star, with light that reaches far and wide, but it has no world of its own to shine upon or brighten. A star that just keeps burning aimlessly, tirelessly, as its light gets wasted. Becoming the source of light that never finds the right amount of brightness- A light that is lost in the darkness of a different kind, and where it is never found!


Now isn't that strange and quite flabbergasting in a way! Think about it. “A light that cannot be found! Because it is only in the presence of light that things can be found.” I hope you are able to perceive the true emotional landscape that I seek to portray by comparing my circumstances to a light that cannot be found.


Nevertheless, sometimes we all have to momentarily pause these journeys  of a lover, and in some cases journeys of lovelorns. It is a reflex you develop automatically because something within you persuades you to do everything possible to live, because this instinct within you fears that otherwise it might lose its own existence and when that happens it will lose the access to romantic rendezvous with her memories and her sensations.


Bloody trickster! 


Your heart has become so addicted to her, that it does not care about you, it cares about her and its own affair with her. Where it secretly meets her in these memories, in the neural pathways of the mind, while you are treated as a host who facilitates these romantic journeys of the heart. So, both your heart and your mind, make you finally drink the tea. And when you sip it, the tea and the tea cup say, “Thank God. Finally he sipped!”


And right now I was this ever obliging host for my heart and my mind as well. While I too believed in what they believed, because based on my biological construction I can only exist through them. However, at this stage I lived for them. And that is when; if you hear a voice in the crowded market that sounds like her voice, you are reminded of her, you are led into the memory passages where her memories are strewn everywhere. Just like Chinar or Maple leaves strewn on the floor towards the end of autumn and beginning of November.


And like the sound of dry leaves crunching under your feet, the memories, her memories, brush against your face, your hands, in simple words they brush against you; and you let the heart love what the heart of the mind cannot live without. 


Because without the mind and heart, one would be like a wind that never blows, a star that never shines, an emotion that never gets expressed. A state in which a person is all this, but herself/himself!


So, I sipped my tea until there was nothing left in the tea cup. And the hollow and empty tea cup offered me temptation kissed glances. The empty tea cup hoped I would ask for a refill, and it could once again hear the heart beats that always sang her song, the echoes ringing in my mind, that always called her name, the tea cup had fallen in love with all these voices of emotional rawness and purity within me. The bloody tea cup, the damned tea cup; it too like my heart and mind, just used me as a host to satisfy its cravings. But I suppose, love does this to us, so I neither blamed the tea cup nor my heart and mind.


Nevertheless, I chose not to go for a refill. Because on this planet where I live, as the evening draws closer, it moves closer to two moons that create a tidal shift, resulting in dust storms and heavy winds. And I do not know about others, but I surely do not want these fond memories; her memories strewn all across the floor of my mind, to be swept away by these malignant winds. Ah then I will lose everything!


A star that has no world to shine for, now will have no light as well to shine with or shine in. That will be tragic. So, I decide to leave before the winds blow, and rob the callous ones of their precious and dear possessions.


I briskly walk towards my room, and the moment I open the door, heavy winds begin to blow and they sweep away everything that comes in their way. 


But this evening was different. The wind tossed whatever stray objects it could find in its way. And suddenly there was light, lot of light. The evening wind howled like a sad demon, and with every howling sound, the brightness of the strange light increased. To the extent that it seemed our star that offered us heat and light, had been forced to completely burn out tonight.


I rushed to take a look and I could not believe what I saw. A huge spaceship had landed on our planet and we had been invaded. We now were an occupied planet. And the scenes outside offered a grim picture. Everyone was running, screaming, scenes that reminded you of the dooms day. And I sat there at ease. Because I had nothing to lose. I had my most precious possession in the safe keeping of my heart that was further secured by my mind. Her memories, that is all I owned. 


And this is something nobody could invade. I believed so, until tonight. Because all this was about to change.


We had been invaded by a species from a planet that lies in the 4th realm of the universe. And we live on a planet that is located in the 2nd realm of the universe. Our technological and scientific achievements were completely dwarfed by the scale and superiority of their technological advancements. They knew the secret of the universe that species living in the 1st, 2nd and 3rd realm cannot even fathom.


They are invaders of a different kind. They do not fire missiles or use weapons to win wars. Their systems seize the sum total of mental wavelengths generated by the entire population residing on the target planet. And when that happens whether you choose it or choose it not, you become their obedient and ever obliging subjects.


My late grandmother referred to this species as the species who wanted to wage war with the Gods residing in the 7th realm. She feared them, although she had never encountered them, but she had heard of them from her grandparents and it had been predicted long ago that when they descend on our planet, wind will howl, night will be lit up like mid day, and a metallic world would alight upon the planet from the sky. It will be so big that it will block the sunlight in that region.


That was my grandmother’s story about the species visiting our planet from the 4th realm, and her story had come true. But I did not care what they did or what they did not do. I somehow wanted to preserve her memories within me, because without them I would be a colourless and an aroma less flower, if not a lifeless one.


The night advanced, with chaos growing with every passing moment. And in the morning, I saw men and women whom I often saw in the crowded markets, being paraded in front of the spaceship. They walked away from it with a blank expression, because they did not relate with the reality that surrounded them now. Their minds had been hacked.


It was then I saw the army of cyborgs marching towards our colony, and it was my turn to come out and be hacked. I came out of my room, and joined the long line of men and women waiting to be tagged with new memory patches.


I appeared before the spaceship, the person incharge and representing the species from the 4th realm, held my head and directed it towards a capsule. After a few seconds he asked me to leave. They had completed their process of hacking my mind.


But, my memories were still mine, my memories were intact. Perfectly intact and only mine!


I went back to my room and acted normally i.e. for the species of the 4th realm. Unlike others, I pretended, I did not know anything. 


On our planet nothing was the same anymore. Because only I remembered everything, the rest of the population remembered nothing. And I had to pretend to be like them.


The tea cups changed, the tea got replaced, because according to them nobody shall ask for it since they had no memory of it left in them. But I looked at the tea shop, and I missed not the tea, not the tea cup, I missed the way they all reminded me of her. More than anything, my heart and mind wanted to entertain her memories over the sips of tea, where they used me as a host for their escapes into the world of their love, their fancies, their passages into her smile caused wrinkles on her face, ah they missed this trajectory of beautiful wanderings of love.


But I had to act like a person with a hacked mind, I had to act dumb, I had to act insensitive, I had to act unaware about my own existence, I had to act emotionally sterile, I had to act like a machine! And I acted very well! But my heart and mind could not act, somehow they could not.


So, one day, when the night was not windy, when the species from the 4th realm were not seeking us for the time being, I used my invisibility cloak, and walked into the spaceship.


It was a super machine, a wonder machine, it was flashing with thousands of screens, and on one of them they had voice recognition and voice simulation applications running scans of the entire population.


I had once recorded her beautiful and clear voice and I knew the exact wavelength of her sound waves. I fed it into the system, and I was able to locate her. She had disappeared suddenly one day, and according to their system she lived in the 7th avenue, sector 7 of our planet.


I ran towards the 7th avenue and when I saw her, my heart beat sank, my mind sobbed, because she did not remember anything, her mind had been hacked by them long ago, the day she disappeared. I went close to her and tried to speak to her, her voice was the same, but she did not know what words to speak, she did not know what to say.


The radiance in her eyes was the same, the smile was the same, she was the same, but she did not recognise me and she did not know my name. In a way everything was the same, but it was not the same as well. Or was it?


Maybe it was. Because you cannot steal aroma from the flower. Can you?


I went back to the spaceship with my invisibility cloak, and I began looking at the command centre of the spaceship. I wandered in it for 4 hours, and finally I was able to locate it. 


For their systems I was still in my room, because I had left the wavelength equivalent of my mind in my room, and as long as the device flashed it, their systems had no reason to assume that I was somewhere else.


They even had invisibility detection scanners all over the spaceship. But to save energy they had turned off many features of the spaceship, which they thought were not necessary on planets that belonged to species living in the 2nd realm. But there are surprises on every planet, and my invisibility cloak had been passed on to me by my grandmother, who had inherited it from the one who had told her about this doomsday, and the advent of the species from the 4th realm.


I carefully walked into the command centre. It was occupied by highly intelligent beings of this species. There was no doubt that they knew everything about the realm of the Gods and one day they would wage a war against them too. Because they had the knowledge and the technology as well.


I slowly walked closer to the screens making sure I did not rub myself against any of them. And there I spotted the main screen that was managing the seizure of the sum total of mental wavelengths present on my planet.


There was an option to deactivate it, provided one could execute the command directly from the core system, not remotely located systems in other parts of the spaceship. But there was a problem, the being operating the core system had no reason to leave his place and go elsewhere. 


What could I do? What?


At the entrance of the command centre there were a few systems placed over the metallic shelf that was a part of the spaceship’s main body. I went closer to them and pushed them down. As they crashed on the ground, everyone got up and began looking around. 


I quickly hit the deactivate key. And then I hit another key that terminated the spaceship's link with the mothership that was stationed somewhere in our galaxy. And when that happened all the beings present in the command centre panicked and wondered what could have caused it. And this prompted them to activate all sleeping features of the spaceship.


I ran as fast as I could and went to my room. And it took me 5 minutes to get there. By the time I reached there, I realised that everyone on the planet will regain their memories for 20 minutes. The time the spaceship will take to restore its connection with the mothership.


Wearing my invisibility cloak, I ran towards her house. Towards 7th avenue. As I stood in front of her, she spoke in the same voice that had once melted my heart away, it felt the same, because she remembered me and my name as well. And I told her everything about the invasion by beings from the 4th realm.


And I taught her the trick to prevent her mind from being hacked. 20 minutes passed, and we were asked to line up in front of the spaceship. 


And once again nobody knew nobody. Only she knew me and I knew her.


What happens next? 


To know if we helped others to live their lives of love and lives of self realisation, you must read the science fiction novel titled, They Loved in 2075.


Where too there are two lovers, where too they have been separated, where too they wage a war. But to know whether they win or lose this war, and if at all they are able to love each other like humans do. You must read the science fiction novel, They Loved in 2075.


If you have ever loved someone, maybe you know the answer already. But it is good to be sure. And to be sure, there is only one way and that way is: They Loved in 2075!


Written in hope that we all shall find our deeply desired and strongly wished for ways that lead us to the ones we love. Because some of us seek them with the hearts of our minds and with the minds of our hearts!

Science fiction. The Algorithm of Hypnotism

 

#Sciencefiction. The Algorithm of Hypnotism



“Hey there! Yes you!


That is what you were not supposed to touch. Now that you have, it is yours. Whether you agree to own it or not, it shall now own your every moment thus onwards. And you will find it wherever you are, whether you are hiding or not- It shall always find you. Always that is mister!”


I was stunned, shocked, and I felt the surge of indomitable feelings that were already possessing me and were beyond my control. 


And the thought that now all my desires will be enslaved in servitude to this mysterious thing that shall own them without my will. And through the enslavement of my desires I shall be the prisoner of this thing. This thought worried me, as it would have worried any normal human being.


Since it was going to seek me wherever I might choose to be, I decided not to take it with me. At least that way I could check if it really did what the stranger said it does.


For a second I felt everything about it was devious and there was no sense in it at all. Maybe I wanted to believe this, maybe I wanted it to be so, maybe I wished desperately it were so. But, the seriousness with which the stranger said every line was forcing me to believe that this is how it shall be now forever. A life of slavery where I shall be serving a master who is not at all discernible.


With these feelings of uncertainty and a feeling of introspection I walked into the bazaar of amusements, and human flow that thronged me almost from every side. For a while it made me feel I was a person who could be a part of something too. I wanted to experience this existence where one realises and understands the self and always feels its companionship. 


However, if the stranger’s words were correct, from tomorrow onwards I will be a part of something that will control my every desire, every feeling and my every emotion. And then even when I walk in the bazaar, I maybe reduced to nothing more than an insignificant part of the bazaar and everything that exists in it. Because then only the bazaar would exist. I will not exist at all. As I shall be devoid of self realisation!


But we shall see how this mysterious thing tries to possess me. We shall see!


I have always believed there are no atheists in the foxholes. And I believed in it now as well, I needed to!


With this inner argument between my mind that wanted to establish the facts surrounding this claim made by the stranger, and my conscience that wanted to believe it for reasons unknown to me. I walked slowly and I made sure that I covered some distance. It did not matter how fast or how much. Right now all that mattered was that I did not stop moving ahead, that I did not stop believing in myself.  


Sometimes while walking I felt maybe my self realisation was already being possessed by it and that is why I am dealing with the thoughts that I am currently addressing in my mind.


It began to worry me, and I hurriedly began walking towards my room. I wanted to look at myself for one last time, examine my own shadow for one last moment and feel myself for sometime in the privacy of myself and my shadow. Maybe by tomorrow, I shall be unable to recognise my shadow, my reflection in the mirror, and then my every known feeling might alienate itself from me. Who knows what it would be like, once I am possessed by it tomorrow.


Therefore, I rushed to my room, and there I allowed my every feeling of self realisation to make me realise how it feels to be me. How it feels to be the person that I am when I am in the crowded bazaar. I wanted to feel all this right away. Because there was no surety about what might happen tomorrow when the thing possessed me. 


I spent the entire night in this self realisation. It was like taking a bath, where the drops of self realisation covered every cell on my body, and it permeated into each pore on my skin to make me remember this feeling called “self realisation.” It was so as long as I can remember; and when sleep invaded this silent battle being fought in every region of my mind, I was unable to tell what was going on, what was transpiring in my sleepy conscience. And when I woke up, I realised when I am possessed by it, I might experience a state similar to sleep, where I exist, but I do not know that I exist.


Ah! It was the actual moment of triumph. My mind had found out what this thing that was on its way to possess me could do to me. And according to the stranger when the sun would rise higher than the mountain peak overlooking my room, at that moment my every sense will be occupied by it.


I quickly drew the curtains apart and looked at the mountain. Which, like always, gave me the silent and stern look in return. But today I was not interested in the mountain, I was more keen to see if the sun had risen higher than its peak.


It was still plodding and climbing its peak gradually, and it meant I had 3 hours to think how I could avoid being occupied by it. Because this mysterious occupancy would un-pair me from my own self. My every realisation about myself. 


And I began working on finding a solution to this unsolicited possession by an unknown force- Referred by the stranger as it. I conjured up every possibility that was somehow related with such a phenomenon, both scientifically and theologically. And in either case, I had to use just one thing. Logic and a lot of it!


I summed up the strangers conversation as follows:


  • Today when the sun will have risen above the mountain peak the thing called it will possess me


  • When it possesses me I will lose self realisation 


  • When I lose self realisation then I will be someone else


  • When I will be someone else I will do things that I have never done


  • When I do things that I have never done, I will fail to associate these moments with my memory bank


  • When that happens, my own self will dissolve into every reality that shall surround me henceforth and I shall be like a moment of time, in the bazaar of memories, where it is unable to locate the memory to which it actually belongs or can associate itself with


And if all this happens it shall be utterly depressing, because then the bazaar will exist. I will be in that bazaar too, but I will be wondering who this person is, whose shadow this is, whose reflection it is! Whereas in reality all these are a part of me. They belong to me, but then I might not remember any of it, nothing at all.


I indeed was in a strange situation. Although I would not call it a crisis, it for sure was a situation akin to crisis, if not exactly crisis. But someone had once told me that there is always a better way, and I always believed in her and whatever she said. And it made me treat this situation as an opportunity to solve something that was concealing a logic through which it shall gain access to my personality to my existence as an individual.


According to the stranger it had already claimed many victims. Many of them!


And crazy situations demand crazy solutions, and in order to arrive at a crazy solution I had to think rationally and with a rudimentary approach, that relied on situational facts and final objective. Because in the universe, there are only two facts: Cause and Effect.


In this situation the cause of invading my every feeling associated with self realisation was certainly going to be something called “it.” And I had to figure out the effect before it possessed me. Because once it occupies my senses I may not even realise that I am creating an effect that is against the nature of my personality, because then I would not remember anything about my own personality. And dealing with this situation was not easy, it demanded a lot of sanity.


It was like a situation where a master of hypnotism hypnotises the mind of the subject to believe in reality that does not exist. Or believe in reality that the possessor of this craft wants the subject to believe in. And based on experts who have studied hypnotism, they believe, that the masters of hypnotism always create scenarios based on conditional probabilities which are based on different personality types, and seemingly they seem to know almost everything about these personality types.


For example:


They create scenarios of probability mapped with conditional probabilities.


If not A

Then B


If not B

Then C


If not A and B 

Then X


If not A and B

Then C


So on………….. And they are the masters of this craft. Because human personality does not suffer from the limitations of irreducibility. Every personality type has a finite number of probabilities that it can be tied to. You know these probabilities and you can make the subject think that you are the God. But if the subject is motivated, driven and keeps improving his/her IQ then the master of the craft may not be able to achieve the desired effect, although he would still employ all means to be the cause, that is seeking a desired effect.


It is called the loops of probabilities. And by studying the personality of an individual the masters of hypnotism will know the subject’s preferences, certain likings, certain inclinations, certain IQ, certain expertise in certain subjects, certain general knowledge…. You name it. Almost everything and every detail  about the subject.


Once you know these details, you can now manage the subject like a puppet.


Suppose this subject/person goes to buy a book.


Now the hypnotism expert knows that this person likes:


  • Charles Dickens

  • Franz Kafka

  • Rudyard Kipling

  • Sigmund Freud

  • Noam Chomsky

  • T. S. Eliot

  • P. B. Shelley


And when the subject goes to the bookstore. The moment the subject enters the bookstore there are 3 shelves that the subject instantly interacts with visually. And the subject’s mind consciously looks for one of the following:


  • Charles Dickens

  • Franz Kafka

  • Rudyard Kipling

  • Sigmund Freud

  • Noam Chomsky

  • T. S. Eliot

  • P. B. Shelley

 

But the subject finds none.


And the subject goes to the next bookstore, which is owned by an excerpt of hypnotism. And he studies everyone's personalities and their patterns. He enjoys it. Let us assume he does.


And there too the subject sees 3 shelves. But there is something different. Something very witty.


On the shelves the subject sees books by following authors:


  • Charles Dickens

  • Franz Kafka

  • Rudyard Kipling


( The subject only sees these books because the shop owner did not have books written by the subject's preferred authors. There are books by other writers, thousands of them. However, the subject is the test case on which the hypnotism expert wants to apply and authenticate the validity of his theory. Therefore, he places every available book that meets the subject’s author preference on the shelves. And waits to see how his scientifically formulated hypnotism tactic baits the subject. )


And the subject is wonderstruck. The subject feels it is magic. Voodoo! 


But it is none of that.


It is pure logic. Through this craft the shop owner/hypnotism expert has achieved two objectives:


1- He has now forced you to buy one of the books from the three authors you like


2- He has also tactfully made you forget about the rest of the authors you like, because based on your patterns he knows which books from these authors you have already read. And based on the ones you have read, it knows your taste and genre. And the books displayed on shelves have the style you like, they have the genre you prefer, and they are by the authors you like the most.


Hypnotism achieved its cause!


Thus you have been successfully hypnotised. This is modern day hypnotism, where it is not only about obtaining a coin from you, and then the hypnotist casts it in a pool of water. And in a moment withdraws it from there without dipping his hands in the pool of water. There too, it is no magic, it is logic. When the coin was cast in the pool, the expert of deception knew how to distract you. It is all about distractions and endless probabilities where you as a subject will act always based on these probabilities. And that is where modern day hypnotism finds innumerable applications, other than just simple tricks to amuse you. Hypnotism coupled with psychology and malicious #science, can trick you into being who you are not. It can turn you into a slave who is held a hostage in a prison with no gates. And that is what an illusionist does. You can guess other possibilities yourself.


But how do they achieve this? How on earth?


Simple answer: Even the most prolific and most respected writer in the English language, Shakespeare, had a limited vocabulary. It is impossible to have infinite vocabulary. 


And when it comes to modern day commercialised hypnotism whatever has a limit, can always be trapped in the hypnotism of probabilities and scientifically validated logical arguments and conditionals. It can be an amazing project, if one has the money and resources. But again, in the end only one thing matters, what do you wish to achieve with it? And if we check history, most of the times humans with extreme power have always tried to think of themselves as the God, where they seek to control everyone, except themselves. Because they believe God controls everything. And that is where they are wrong, God does not control everything. God sets everything free, Good only has defined two parameters in the grand algorithm of the universe, The Beginning and The End. No matter how hard one tries you cannot escape these two facts. And whatever takes place between these two limits, is based on free will and choices.


But for some reason few of us want to eliminate these two limitations i.e. beginning and end, but if you do so, there will be total chaos, because then everything will get trapped in infinite cycles of irreducibility. Can you imagine what will happen then?


Take a guess yourself!


It is the same when it comes to people buying clothes, people buying gadgets, you name it. It works on the same logic. But every form of probability comes with a demerit. Yes, an inherent anomaly.


Once it is applied on a subject, it becomes a victim of its own probabilities. And once the subject realises this, the tycoons who hire the hypnotist, begin incurring losses instead of making profit. 


Because in the form of the subject who realises the end causes of this hypnotism; the brands or choices the subject was extremely fond of. The subject now begins to despise them. Because the subject does not want to feel like a clown in the hands of a lunatic and delirious magician. 


And today when the sun will be shining right above the peak of the mountain, and it shall be timer for me to be possessed by the mysterious thing called it, this is the only logic it will use to be the master of my choices, my likings, my preferences, my love, my feelings, almost everything that defines me. And this is exactly where I need to apply my counter logic to not allow myself to be enslaved by the thing, the stranger called it. Because if it succeeds, it may even force me to love someone else, and that will be a crime of my heart for which it shall have no justification when I stand before her as her lover. Her everything!


So, what is my plan now?


I am waiting for the sun to shine, and then shine high above the peak, and when the thing called it, descends and tries to occupy me, I shall do what true lovers always do.


And you shall know that just in a few moments from now. 


By the way I am from the galaxy HeliosNext, and on my planet we have achieved the best scientific advancements, to the extent that by using laws of probability, we can even make you love someone else, we can even make you do things that your personality or nature does not support. But as far as #science that cares and helps the community of men and women become citizens of the cosmos in true sense; where citizens lead healthy lives, where there is cure for almost every disease, where the planet heals its lost biodiversity, where poverty is not a subject of discussion, where the civilisation has laid claims on new and distant planets that support life. We are still the stragglers. Because we think, hypnotism is a science, whereas it is trickery and not a science. True science liberates you, it does not trick you. It takes you to those limits of the cosmos where Titans reside along with immortality. And those who think hypnotism is a form of science,  perhaps, they should read a book or two written by Mr. Sigmund Freud. 


Because he studied human psychology in its natural and organic settings, he did not manipulate or alter the settings, in order to see how the subject would behave. Because that is not psychology, that is a psycho trying to be a psychologist. Almost like fish trying to climb a tree. We should leave that to the monkeys, fish are efficient swimmers, making them climb trees will serve no purpose. As such there are no trees left for birds to nest in, with fish climbing the trees, I wonder what will become of the natural balance then! Ah, please let the fish be in the water, please!


Anyway, the sun is shining behind the peak, and it is gradually ascending it, and right now, yes, now it is exactly above it. And I am ready to confront the thing called “it!”


I can see a dark shadow descending from the peak, it is getting closer to me as the sun is rising higher. And in a few moments, I am bathed in this dark shadow. To me everything appears dark, completely dark, although it is bright and the sun is shining in its complete brilliance.


But I can only see the shadow, I cannot see beyond the shadow. And to me  it felt it was seeking something, because by now it should have possessed me and poured into me. Suddenly it turned frantic and began revolving around me, desperately seeking something.


I knew, in order to pair with me it needed to kiss my shadow. Because only then it could filter itself into me and become a part of me. And then, with the configuration of my own shadow altered, I would obviously become someone else.


And the moment the shadow that descended from the mountain peak surrounded me and filled my room completely, I pulled back the curtains, put off the lights, and my room was completely dark. And with no original shadow to kiss, it was unable to pair with my conscience and possess me.


But it was the longest day of my life, a day that seemed to have no end, the sun did not seem to get tired of shining. But I too had made up my mind to not draw the curtains apart and wait for the sunset and the night to fall. Because then the true darkness, the eternal darkness of the night shall invade this false shadow and consume it completely.


On our planet the air is filled with mystery particles. We call them photons that in darkness change their luminosity and turn dark, and absorb anything that is less darker than the eternal darkness of the night.


And when the night fell and it was pitch black. I parted the curtains, I opened the windows and the shadow of the thing called “it” was consumed by the eternal darkness. The darkness that is real and it exists so that the brightness of the day is respected by the living. And to tell them, the Universe is not selective in spreading its blessings, they belong to all equally. Because the universe was created for all, like the light and its brightness is meant to guide all.


So, I was not possessed by it, because I believed in what someone had told me once. And I believed in her very much!


And belief in every form is a great thing, perhaps the greatest of all things. And if you wish to experience faith and belief that touches greater heights, then you must read the romance #sciencefiction novel, They Loved in 2075. 


But why must you read this #scifi?


If you have faith in something, if you believe in someone, if you ever loved someone, if you care for the future generations of humanity, then, for all these reasons you must read this exciting #scifi novel, They Loved in 2075.


They say love stories are made in heaven. But I believe scifi themed love stories are made in human minds and human hearts. And for the love of scifi you must read the #scifi novel, They Loved in 2075! Who knows this might prove to be one of your favourite #scifibooks.


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