Science fiction. The rogue Demi Gods

 
#Sciencefiction. The rogue Demi Gods

In the crucible of life there are many who seek a reality that is less plagued by the untoward incidents, whose occurrence is dictated by chance. But there is no such utopian reality, because this is the inseparable aspect of reality that rules across all realms of the universe, except one realm- The realm of the Magic Dust. There nothing is driven by chance because there every moment of reality is delivered by the conscious act of the magic dust that obeys the will and desires of the magic people. Who are true optimists! Not because they know so little, but because they know everything. Except for a few of them called the rogue Demi Gods.

And that is why our civilisation based in the 2nd realm of the universe, is embarking on this journey to enter the realm where reality is not time bound. There is no need for time, because this realm nestles in moments of many infinities. And it is so only due to one reason, and we are going to find, and claim that reason. The magic dust. 

You might say it is a very bold decision, but having experienced a life where we all felt under the siege of unfortunate incidents and misfortunes, always leading to dismay; we were left with no choice other than being bold. Bold enough to enter the realm where anything can happen, because in that realm unless your energy i.e. individual energy as a person, does not tune in with the energy of the magic dust, one can never find a way into that realm. And it might happen those of us who dare to take on this journey may never return. So, it will be right to say that we indeed had to act boldly. Bold enough to challenge the fate our realm has predefined for all of us. A life shackled to the whims and fancies of fate, and we want to change this forever. 

So we believe!

In other words it is a revolt against the forces that manage this highest realm. Because sometimes to seek your place among the Gods, you have to believe in the God within you, and be led by this force, if you wish to conquer the Gods who have resolved to cast you in the crucible of reality where you are churned along with: evil, ironies, inevitabilities, ruthlessness, where all these forces scheme to condition your mind into believing that you are only worth what you have been offered by your fate. But we, the few of us, have decided to be bold and challenge fate, challenge the Gods who deny the God within us, its due recognition and moments of happiness.

We will fly tonight, when the constellation that resembles two diamond-like structures placed on top of one another, will appear on the farthest left corner of our galaxy. It usually appears at this spot once every month, and tonight is that day. As for the month, it is always the right month, all you need is the right day. And today, especially tonight happens to be that right day!

We have never flown so far. We have travelled between galaxies but we have never travelled into other realms. And that too, into the highest and most powerful realm of all realms that exist in the universe. Where you find the magic dust.

Our parents, friends, and the elders of our civilisation are worried, because according to them that realm is not meant for beings of our stature and our evolutionary background. However, we do not agree with their belief because sometimes even when you drop a feather it can create an echo. Whereas they believe a feather can never create an echo, no matter when or from whichever height you may drop it from.

And our journey is not an attempt to prove them wrong, but it certainly is a sincere attempt to prove ourselves correct. Because in the bed time stories that our grandparents used to narrate to us when we were kids. They would refer to a few love stories, where the red rose would bleed. It's heart would bleed like a human heart bleeds in pain.

It made us believe, if roses can bleed, feathers when dropped from a height can cause echoes too. 

And tonight when our spaceship travels towards the highest realm. Given the infinite power and energy that resides in that realm. We and our spaceship will be like a feather. Unimportant, insignificant and too finite for that realm. 

But we are adamant and resolved enough to generate an echo that will be heard across all realms. Even if that be the echo of the dying spaceship and the people onboard that spaceship. Who might fall like a feather but in this act they shall prove that feathers too create echoes.

Maybe then, our parents, our friends and our elders will believe that if roses can bleed, feathers can generate loud echoes. Loud enough to travel like a cry of victory across all realms. And we are sure, it will please the God within us. The God we believe in, the ultimate and most venerated force of the universe whose essence exudes in all realms and only whispers in the hearts' of true believers: That if you seek, I shall seek with you, if you try, I shall try with you, if you desire to win, I will win it for you, if you wish to climb the new heights I will climb them for you, and if you are weary and you are about to quit; I will invigorate you and be your courage so that you never quit. Because I made this universe for you as much as I made it for myself. 

This God, is the God we believe in. Because this God believes in us too and tonight we shall travel into this highest realm with the faith of our God in our hearts and if we fail, do not moan our deaths, because the echoes created by feathers are rare. And when they happen even Gods in that realm hear it. So do not grieve, for we shall be somewhere with our true God, whose energy dwells in our hearts.

Our spaceship is ready, we are ready, the engines of the spaceship are boosting up, and soon we will have a lot to boast about if we return; or there shall be nothing left of the booster engines and us as well. But that does not mean we will quit, because few of us are born to try, keep trying, and turn our destinies into love affairs that we shall woo with our acts of courage and gallantry. Because we believe we belong to the highest realm of the universe, we will never want to be associated with the feather that falls from a great distance and does not even create an echo. Feathers that fall and fade away into the memory of time that nobody wants to remember and nobody at all wants to recall. We do not want to be this feather!

We believe it is unfair and there is nothing ennobling about it. Because even things and beings who for the highest realm are nothing more than feathers, create an echo whenever they fall or are dislodged by fate from the highest peaks of toil and pursuit, which our elders say is an act of the highest realm. 

But we believe they have entered into a state of submission where they want to lead lives with an attitude that has resigned into accepting cloying as a part of their lives. No, it does not have to be so, because when a feather is dislodged from the highest peaks of pursuit and toil, it deserves to create an echo just like other things that comprise the universe.

With this belief and little bit of over confidence, we flew towards the highest realm, the realm of magic dust. The spaceship thundered across our realm and we left behind waving hands, wide open eyes, and few sceptics who are optimists because they know so little. And the tragic part being, they know so little even about the legends that we have grown up hearing about. And when we say there should be more to these legends, they immediately disqualify our curiosity as fascinations bred by excessive inquisitiveness that should not be the case at our age. So, we are quietened and pushed into following a resigned approach to life, and believe everything as it is. Because they too accepted the reality of the life's crucible where every force was scheming against them. But it does not have to be so, it needs to change!

Because we believe curiosity and reasoning are a part of our lives, we are born with them. Just few moments after birth, our eyes open and explore the new surroundings in presence of so much light. First we feel startled and then compelled to know everything. Because having spent 9 months in the darkness of the loving wombs of our mothers. Where they fed us with every atom of life. 

In the darkness, where nothing was visible and we wondered what is this place, what is this world, so dark, so rumpus: heart beats, sounds filtering through ear drums of our loving mothers, there was so much echo everywhere that we were trying desperately to make sense of this all. But for 9 months, we were meant to be tied to the threads of destiny and stay quiet. Stay silent. In the womb and its darkness. Finally when we were born, we opened our eyes, and when we first witnessed bright and holy light, we turned curious. And if that is a sin, we will commit it and we shall commit it every day, every moment. Because light is always better than darkness, it guides us towards knowledge and reasoning.

And that is why we believe feathers too deserve to create echoes; and the highest realm better hear these echoes of the falling feather. Because we are travelling towards the highest realm and revolt. Driven by just one wish: The echoes of the falling feathers ought to be heard!

It has been 1 year now that we have been travelling upwards, and the voyage appears to be never ending. But we are patient and we know being belligerent will not serve any purpose at all. And our decision was a personal decision; it was not at all a Hobson's choice. So, we have no reason to complain and no reason at all to blame anybody for this choice of ours.

Maybe it was our destiny to gallop like wild horses and reach far away. Where nobody had ever reached, but we were a different breed of horses. The faster and farther we ran, we became more visible and vivid to anyone and everyone looking at us with the eyes of their hearts. Perhaps that is why we can still see all our friends, relatives and elders waving at us. Because just like our gracious and true God we carry them and their hopes in our hearts.

We do not blame our elders, because when they were kids, they were forced to believe that roses bleed; and one should never dare to ask one thing. “But how? How can roses bleed? Even if red roses are crushed they will leave behind stains of red. Because the blood red, is not the colour that any rose can ever produce. Never! So how can roses bleed?”

but this time when they had waved at us, we did not see rebuke in their eyes, we saw a wish that twinkled in their eyes. Wishes of the curious children who had been asked to “shut up!” Because feathers cannot create echoes, but roses can bleed. And it was this twinkling wish in their eyes that has sustained us in our 2nd year of the flight towards the realm of magic dust.

So far we have come across only dust and we are waiting for the magic to happen. Because we do not believe in miracles, but we believe in the magic of human imagination, human will, human endurance and human ability to reason and claim the magic dust. So that we too could smear ourselves with the dust of the Gods and sit beside them. Because we too have the highest God in our hearts. The God who travels with us, and wherever we might go the God is with us. And we are never lonely because we have heard the echoes of the falling feathers, when fate pushed them from the height that originally belonged to them.

And the highest realm condemned the wind and then summoned fate for this shameful act, and they caged the wind and let the fate rule free in lower realms. But the wind knows it only did what it was asked to do. It carried out the commands of the highest masters. 

But even then, the caged wind had left the kiss of magic dust on each feather that had fallen from such great height. And we who believe that feathers can create echoes too, somehow managed to rub some of this magic dust on our souls, and here we are now about to reach the highest realm after spending 5 years traversing through different realms.

We are sure the occupants of the highest realm must have already heard the thundering of our booster engines. But we want them to hear the echoes of the falling feathers. The dispensable and insignificant feathers about which every reality is considered to be mendacious because they do not matter. Because they are meant to fall. But now it is time to change all this because we want our share of the magic dust.

Our spaceship felt like a child who had found a vast open field that was inviting it to play and have fun. And we certainly were here in the fields of magic dust and we wanted to play like grown ups and without losing our conscience. We entered the outermost ring of the highest realm, and after 15 minutes of travelling through the highest realm, we felt the engines of our spaceship were underperforming. At this moment we realised the occupants of the highest realm had sensed our arrival and they were playing their petty tricks on us at the hands of fate. But fate in this situation was helpless because the wind that would have created a favourable situation for it and the most unfavourable one for us, had been exiled by the occupants of this highest realm.

And now they had two choices: Either to set the wind free or accept us among them.

We somehow pushed forward with deteriorating engines. The spaceship began developing snags, but we somehow managed to keep it pushing forward by covering it with the most exotic metal that only grows in the hearts of men and women who bear their God in their hearts. The human will.

Just like the passion flower that suggests so many things our will suggested a lot to the owners of the highest realm. We hope you know what we are referring to!

So, it cruised forward, it did not give up on us, because the God in our hearts had promised us:  If we seek, God will seek with us, If we do not give up, the God in our hearts will not give up on us. And our God certainly had not forsaken us, not given up on us.

Finally with no choice left, the occupants of the highest realm freed the wind, and owing to her contractual affiliation with this realm, it sobbed and moved in haste but not at all with grace. And it choked our engines and carried our spaceship to the highest point, and then let it go.

The occupants of the highest realm watched in pain too, while the wind stood still, as still as it could get. And after 10 years we fell into our realm. All dead, but not defeated. Because the spaceship still bore traces of our will that the friction caused by our fall had chipped away, bit by bit. Finally it hit the ground of our planet and we all were scattered on the floor just like feathers.

And the Demi Gods in the highest realm finally said and accepted, “feathers too create echoes. Loud enough to shake even the highest realm!”

But our true God, our gracious God, who lived in our hearts, flew along with our souls to the place that only we know is the realm that lies far above the highest realm too. And there we understood that when men and women of courage, righteousness and iron will die, the God in the hearts of these men and women is created from the real dust, not the magic dust; but the dust of the real God. Who loves those who love to love, and those who seek #science as a tool to reason and form a logical premise to understand why reality is like a crucible of evil, ruthlessness, misfortunes and pain. And the our logic offered just this explanation: To understand joy and value happiness!

But in the case of the few, misfortunes that are meant to be the misfortunes of others, always find them instead. Making them the “traditional favourites of fate!” To understand the reality of this reality we travelled to all realms, but there appeared to be no answer, no answer at all. Maybe it is due to rouge Demi Gods, who enjoy other people’s agonies, maybe it feeds the false God they hide in their hearts. Maybe it is true because there was no other explanation!

So, we call these rogue Demi Gods the viruses that infect the grand scheme of the universe. And the highest force of the universe is in constant strife with these rogue Demi Gods. In order to not let them seek total control. Because if that happens, then feathers will even lose their ability to fall. And that will be the greatest of all tragedies.

So, the God too lives in a crucible of different kind, and human hearts that are righteous and seeking knowledge and love, offer hope to the God dwelling in our hearts. Thus renewing the strife where this highest God is engaged in a never ending battle with these rogue Gods. And when our spaceship fell and you all assumed we had died, we in fact had joined our God in the battle to restore order across the universe.

Welcome to the legion of brave hearts, that one day stop to beat but never die. And if you wish to know what does this legion of brave hearts seek in the form of modern science, and the science that will redefine humanity’s fate in 2075. Please explore the #scifi novel titled: They Loved in 2075. 

Still, if you want to hear the actual echo of the feather that falls from a distance, then you ought to read the #scifi novel They Loved in 2075.

Now if you believe it is hard for few of us to grow old, not that we want to look forever young, but because we want to feel forever young. Because vitality to seek new frontiers of science and technology can only be sought with minds that can sense the echoes of falling feathers, and sometimes also believe that roses can bleed too. Because only these minds develop the sense of the ultimate universe, The Sixth Sense! 

If you want to believe in something similar, then you must read They Loved in 2075. A #sciencefiction just for you! Because I believe you are this person. The person who believes in feeling young and never resigning from the affairs of love and life!

About me? Well I do not know. Perhaps when you are part of the fraternity of minds that seek innovation, science, reasoning and logic; and at times dare to be assertive and ask, “how can roses bleed if feathers cannot create echoes when they fall?” If you find me too in that fraternity somewhere, just wink your eyes with a smile of acceptance and it shall prove I too belong there and it shall prove one more important thing: That eventually humanity managed to love in 2075!

Travel well all of you, but first travel unto the God who resides in your heart, without knowing this force within you, you cannot find God anywhere, nowhere at all! A head and body that bows before the highest force without realising this force within, has just bowed. That is all. And I want you to rise and fly very high and not bow before anyone, except the force that maintains the balance across all realms of the universe, even in the highest realm!

Over and out for now. Because now we must join the new crucible where we are accompanied by the God! May you too find your God within you and in your hearts- Good hearts and kind hearts, with a mind that seeks well reasoned knowledge via daily experiences and via best selling #scifibooks.