Tuesday, 2 March 2021

The Emptiness SHAPED LIKE GOD




The Emptiness 
SHAPED LIKE GOD.

Unable to Interact with The Fifth World in UNBROKEN Aspect.

Batman, Beware 
The Hole in Things — 
Can MAN confront Evil’s CHALLENGE? Turn it UPSIDE DOWN and END it?





The Hermetic Teachers impart their instruction regarding this subject by bidding their students examine the report of their consciousness regarding their Self. 

The students are bidden to turn their attention inward upon the Self dwelling within each. Each student is led to see that his consciousness gives him first a report of the existence of his Self-the report is "I Am." 

This at first seems to be the final words from the consciousness, but a little further examination discloses the fact that this "I Am" may be separated or split into two distinct parts, or aspects, which while working in unison and in conjunction, yet, nevertheless, may be separated in consciousness.

While at first there seems to be only an "I" existing, a more careful and closer examination reveals the fact that there exists an "I" and a "Me." 

These mental twins differ in their characteristics and nature, and an examination of their nature and the phenomena arising from the same will throw much light upon many of the problems of mental influence.





Let us begin with a consideration of the Me, which is usually mistaken for the I by the student, until he presses the inquiry a little further back into the recesses of consciousness. A man thinks of his Self (in its aspect of Me) as being composed of certain feelings, tastes likes, dislikes, habits, peculiar ties, characteristics, etc., all of which go to make up his personality, or the "Self" known to himself and others. He knows that these emotions and feelings change; are born and die away; are subject to the Principle of Rhythm, and the Principle of Polarity, which take him from one extreme of feeling to another. He also thinks of the "Me" as being certain knowledge gathered together in his mind, and thus forming a part of himself. This is the "Me" of a man.





But we have proceeded too hastily. The "Me" of many men may be said to consist largely of their consciousness of the body and their physical appetites, etc. Their consciousness being largely bound up with their bodily nature, they practically "live there." Some men even go so far as to regard their personal apparel as a part of their "Me" and actually seem to consider it a part of themselves. A writer has humorously said that "men consist of three parts—soul, body and clothes." These "clothes conscious" people would lose their personality if divested of their clothing by savages upon the occasion of a shipwreck. But even many who are not so closely bound up with the idea of personal raiment stick closely to the consciousness of their bodies being their "Me" They cannot conceive of a Self independent of the body. Their mind seems to them to be practically "a something belonging to" their body-which in many cases it is indeed.

But as man rises in the scale of consciousness he is able to disentangle his "Me" from his idea of body, and is able to think of his body as "belonging to" the mental part of him. But even then he is very apt to identify the "Me" entirely with the mental states, feelings, etc., which he feels to exist within him. He is very apt to consider these internal states as identical with himself, instead of their being simply "things" produced by some part of his mentality, and existing within him—of him, and in him, but still not "himself." He sees that he may change these internal states of feelings by all effort of will, and that he may produce a feeling or state of an exactly opposite nature, in the same way, and yet the same "Me" exists. And so after a while he is able to set aside these various mental states, emotions, feelings, habits, qualities, characteristics, and other personal mental belongings—he is able to set them aside in the "not-me" collection of curiosities and encumbrances, as well as valuable possessions. This requires much mental concentration and power of mental analysis on the part of the student. But still the task is possible for the advanced student, and even those not so far advanced are able to see, in the imagination, how the process may be performed.

After this laying-aside process has been performed, the student will find himself in conscious possession of a "Self" which may be considered in its "I" and "Me" dual aspects. The "Me" will be felt to be a Something mental in which thoughts, ideas, emotions, feelings, and other mental states may be produced. It may be considered as the "mental womb," as the ancients styled it-capable of generating mental offspring. It reports to the consciousness as a "Me" with latent powers of creation and generation of mental progeny of all sorts and kinds. Its powers of creative energy are felt to be enormous. But still it seems to be conscious that it must receive some form of energy from either its "I" companion, or else from some other "I" ere it is able to bring into being its mental creations. This consciousness brings with it a realization of an enormous capacity for mental work and creative ability.

But the student soon finds that this is not all that he finds within his inner consciousness. He finds that there exists a mental Something which is able to Will that the "Me" act along certain creative lines, and which is also able to stand aside and witness the mental creation. This part of himself he is taught to call his "I." He is able to rest in its consciousness at will. He finds there not a consciousness of an ability to generate and actively create, in the sense of the gradual process attendant upon mental operations, but rather a sense and consciousness of an ability to project an energy from the "I" to the "Me"—a process of "willing" that the mental creation begin and proceed. He also finds that the "I" is able to stand aside and witness the operations of the "Me's" mental creation and generation. There is this dual aspect in the mind of every person. The "I" represents the Masculine Principle of Mental Gender-the "Me" represents the Female Principle. The "I" represents the Aspect of Being; the "Me" the Aspect of Becoming. You will notice that the Principle of Correspondence operates on this plane just as it does upon the great plane upon which the creation of Universes is performed. The two are similar in kind, although vastly different in degree. "As above, so below; as below, so above."

These aspects of mind-the Masculine and Feminine Principles-the "I" and the "Me"-considered in connection with the well-known mental and psychic phenomena, give the master-key to these dimly known regions of mental operation and manifestation. The principle of Mental Gender gives the truth underlying the whole field of the phenomena of mental influence, etc.

The tendency of the Feminine Principle is always in the direction of receiving impressions, while the tendency of the Masculine Principle is always in the direction of giving, out or expressing. The Feminine Principle has much more varied field of operation than has the Masculine Principle. The Feminine Principle conducts the work of generating new thoughts, concepts, ideas, including the work of the imagination. The Masculine Principle contents itself with the work of the "Will" in its varied phases. And yet, without the active aid of the Will of the Masculine Principle, the Feminine Principle is apt to rest content with generating mental images which are the result of impressions received from outside, instead of producing original mental creations.

Persons who can give continued attention and thought to a subject actively employ both of the Mental Principles-the Feminine in the work of the mental generation, and the Masculine Will in stimulating and energizing the creative portion of the mind. The majority of persons really employ the Masculine Principle but little, and are content to live according to the thoughts and ideas instilled into the "Me" from the "I" of other minds. But it is not our purpose to dwell upon this phase of the subject, which may be studied from any good text-book upon psychology, with the key that we have given you regarding Mental Gender.

The student of Psychic Phenomena is aware of the wonderful phenomena classified under the head of Telepathy; Thought Transference; Mental Influence; Suggestion; Hypnotism, etc. Many have sought for an explanation of these varied phases of phenomena under the theories of the various "dual mind" teachers. And in a measure they are right, for there is clearly a manifestation of two distinct phases of mental activity. But if such students will consider these "dual minds" in the light of the Hermetic Teachings regarding Vibrations and Mental Gender, they will see that the long sought for key is at hand.

In the phenomena of Telepathy it is seen how the Vibratory Energy of the Masculine Principle is projected toward the Feminine Principle of another person, and the latter takes the seed-thought and allows it to develop into maturity. In the same way Suggestion and Hypnotism operates. The Masculine Principle of the person giving the suggestions directs a stream of Vibratory Energy or Will-Power toward the Feminine Principle of the other person, and the latter accepting it makes it its own and acts and thinks accordingly. An idea thus lodged in the mind of another person grows and develops, and in time is regarded as the rightful mental offspring of the individual, whereas it is in reality like the cuckoo egg placed in the sparrows nest, where it destroys the rightful offspring and makes itself at home. The normal method is for the Masculine and Feminine Principles in a person's mind to co-ordinate and act harmoniously in conjunction with each other, but, unfortunately, the Masculine Principle in the average person is too lazy to act-the display of Will-Power is too slight-and the consequence is that such persons are ruled almost entirely by the minds and wills of other persons, whom they allow to do their thinking and willing for them. How few original thoughts or original actions are performed by the average person? Are not the majority of persons mere shadows and echoes of others having stronger wills or minds than themselves? The trouble is that the average person dwells almost altogether in his "Me" consciousness and does not realize that he has such a thing as an "I." He is polarized in his Feminine Principle of Mind, and the Masculine Principle, in which is lodged the Will, is allowed to remain inactive and not employed.

The strong men and women of the world invariably manifest the Masculine Principle of Will, and their strength depends materially upon this fact. Instead of living upon the impressions made upon their minds by others, they dominate their own minds by their Will, obtaining the kind of mental images desired, and moreover dominate the minds of others likewise, in the same manner. Look at the strong people, how they manage to implant their seed-thoughts in the minds of the masses of the people, thus causing the latter to think thoughts in accordance with the desires and wills of the strong individuals. This is why the masses of people are such sheeplike creatures, never originating an idea of their own, nor using their own powers of mental activity.

The manifestation of Mental Gender may be noticed all around us in everyday life. The magnetic persons are those who are able to use the Masculine Principle in the way of impressing their ideas upon others. The actor who makes people weep or cry as he wills, is employing this principle. And so is the successful orator, statesman, preacher, writer or other people who are before the public attention. The peculiar influence exerted by some people over others is due to the manifestation of Mental Gender, along the Vibrational lines above indicated. In this principle lies the secret of personal magnetism, personal influence, fascination, etc., as well as the phenomena generally grouped under the name of Hypnotism.

The student who has familiarized himself with the phenomena generally spoken of as "psychic" will have discovered the important part played in the said phenomena by that force which science has styled "Suggestion," by which term is meant the process or method whereby an idea is transferred to, or "impressed upon" the mind of another, causing the second mind to act in accordance therewith. A correct understanding of Suggestion is necessary in order to intelligently comprehend the varied psychical phenomena which Suggestion underlies. But, still more is a knowledge of Vibration and Mental Gender necessary for the student of Suggestion. For the whole principle of Suggestion depends upon the principle of Mental Gender and Vibration.

It is customary for the writers and teachers of Suggestion to explain that it is the "objective or voluntary" mind which make the mental impression, or suggestion, upon the "subjective or involuntary" mind. But they do not describe the process or give us any analogy in nature whereby we may more readily comprehend the idea. But if you will think of the matter in the light of the Hermetic Teachings you will be able to see that the energizing of the Feminine Principle by the Vibratory Energy of the Masculine Principle Is in accordance to the universal laws of nature, and that the natural world affords countless analogies whereby the principle may be understood. In fact, the Hermetic Teachings show that the very creation of the Universe follows the same law, and that in all creative manifestations, upon the planes of the spiritual, the mental, and the physical, there is always in operation this principle of Gender-this manifestation of the Masculine and the Feminine Principles. "As above, so below; as below, so above." And more than this, when the principle of Mental Gender is once grasped and understood, the varied phenomena of psychology at once becomes capable of intelligent classification and study, instead of being very much in the dark. The principle "works out" in practice, because it is based upon the immutable universal laws of life.

We shall not enter into an extended discussion of, or description of, the varied phenomena of mental influence or psychic activity. There are many books, many of them quite good, which have been written and published on this subject of late years. The main facts stated in these various books are correct, although the several writers have attempted to explain the phenomena by various pet theories of their own. The student may acquaint himself with these matters, and by using the theory of Mental Gender he will be able to bring order out of the chaos of conflicting theory and teachings, and may, moreover, readily make himself a master of the subject if he be so inclined. The purpose of this work is not to give an extended account of psychic phenomena but rather to give to the student a master-key whereby He may unlock the many doors leading into the parts of the Temple of Knowledge which he may wish to explore. We feel that in this consideration of the teachings of The Kybalion, one may find an explanation which will serve to clear away many perplexing difficulties—a key that will unlock many doors. What is the use of going into detail regarding all of the many features of psychic phenomena and mental science, provided we place in the hands of the student the means whereby he may acquaint himself fully regarding any phase of the subject which may interest him. With the aid of The Kybalion one may go through any occult library anew, the old Light from Egypt illuminating many dark pages, and obscure subjects. That is the purpose of this book. We do not come expounding a new philosophy, but rather furnishing the outlines of a great world-old teaching which will make clear the teachings of others-which will serve as a Great Reconciler of differing: theories, and opposing doctrines.


It’s Happening Now








This smells lovely.

I want you to listen to me! 

I'm listening to you, Nancy. 

I am not seeing things. 
I know I saw what I saw. 
And I know it was turning into you, Jack.

Now, that body that we found-- 
That flower. Where'd you get that? 

In the vase with the other flowers.

Just stuck in there? 

Yeah, why?

Geoffrey gave me one of those.

So what? 

There was a customer, Mr. Gianni, he brought one to the baths.

So what?

Put it down, Jack.
It's a pod with a flower on it.
I could not find that flower in any of the books I looked in.
Jack, put it down.

It's a pink flower, honey. 

It could be toxic. 
Look, I have seen these flowers all over. 
They're growing like parasites on other plants all of a sudden.

Where are they from?
Outer space?
They're not coming from outer space.

Why not, Jack?

They're not coming from outer space.

Why? 

What are you talking about, a space flower? 

Why not a space flower? 
Why do we always expect metal ships? 

I've never expected metal ships. 

There's bound to be other ways They can get into Our Systems. 

That's right. They could be getting into us through touch or through their fragrance. 
We would never even notice it, not from the impurities we have. 
We eat junk and we breathe junk. 

Look, I don't know where they're coming from but I know I feel as though I've been poisoned today. 
We've gotta take those flowers in and have them analyzed. 
This is the only thing we know. 
There's something here. 
They could start getting into us, screwing up our genes, like DNA. 

Recombining Us, changing Us. 

Of course, this is just the same way those rocket ships landed thousands of years ago so those spacemen could mate with monkeys and apes and create the human race. 

It's Happening Now. 

Monday, 1 March 2021

The Way of Absolute Candor




Vashti is a hotbed for the Romulan Rebirth movement.
But you're just gonna drop in and pick yourself up a nun.
O-Okay, well, now somebody has to tell me what we're talking about.
JL wants to hire an assassin.


They are not assassins, and you can't hire them.
The Qowat Milat have to choose you.
Romulan warrior nuns.


That's a real thing? How bizarre.





I know knew some Qowat Milat.
On Vashti alone, they helped Raffi and me relocate more than a quarter of a million refugees.
And they're the most skilled single-combat fighters that I have ever seen and the most feared enemies of the Tal Shiar.


Sounds like you already owe them more than they owe you.
What-what makes you think they're gonna help you now? 


They have their own criteria whether to give or withhold their assistance to a cause.


And what is that? 









Let's just say that I am confident that they will find ours 
Worthy, and if they don't, 
The Way of Absolute Candor 
means that They won't hesitate to tell us.


What's the Way of Absolute Candor? 

It's their Primary Teaching: Total Communication of Emotion without any filter between Thought and Word.

And it runs entirely counter to everything that The Romulans hold Dear.


We do what we can to maintain Peace.

Half the Sisters serve as qalankhan, free-blades patrolling Roads and Waterways, Helping Travellers, 
defending Romulan and Terran alike.


Do the Qowat Milat still bind their blades to A Singular Cause? 

If The Cause is judged Worthy.

Uh, no, Thank You, Elnor.

[ getting the brush-off, and being rejected once more by the former object of all his Hero Worshipping, the frustration, bitterness, sadness and rage expands in him and overflows, bursting forth like and exploding damn, and he rush to the dooTr and out of The Room, once more. ]

Elnor? 

You feel Shame, seeing Elnor.

I always imagined that you had found a Suitable Place for him.

So many things we imagined back then never came to be.


But it's not just Elnor.
It's everything here, The Poverty, 
The Degradation, The Ethnic Strife --
When I left here, there was none of this.


Because You Could Not Save Everyone
You Chose to Save No-One.


Yes.
I allowed The Perfect to become The Enemy of The Good.


You have not spoken of Your Purpose yet.
I infer that you have come to obtain the services of a qalankhkai.
Why? 

I am taking on the Tal Shiar, alone.

So Your Cause is A Desperate One.


It is to me.

Another Rescue

If I'm not too late.



You're not too late to Rescue Elnor.

He does not belong here.
Once the evacuation ended, we simply never found a Better Home for him.

He completed his training? 


Last spring.

So he really is a Qowat Milat? 

No.
And as A Man, he never can be.

But he is Open-Hearted, and apart from this display of the reticence you always seemed to inspire in him, forthright.
And his fighting skills are truly formidable.


And you would send him away? 
He might find himself in Serious Danger.
He Might Die.


He Will.
Before that comes to pass, it would gladden my heart to see him Live.



When you bind your sword to a cause, is there some kind of Protocol? 
A Ritual?
Do-do I go on my knees? 
Oh, I do hope not.
Between the two of us, my knees are not what they used to be.


You Tell A Story, I Listen.
Simple.


I had a Friend called Data.

(wearily resigned)
....it's usually A Sad Story.....


He Died.
He Gave His Life to Save Mine, 
and I have missed him ever since.


(Hope-filled and Brightening)
Did you ever miss me


Of course I did.


( He takes a moment - and becalms himself)
Continue.

Well, recently, I've learned that Data - 
This is complicated -
That Data had Two Offspring.
And one of them her name was "Dahj" was murdered in front of me.
The other one, I believe, is in serious danger.
And I have to find her before the Tal Shiar do.
- The Tal Shiar? - Yes.
And this other sister is she an android? Mm-hmm.
You told me stories about Data.
He had an orange cat named Spot.
That's right.
I've still never seen a cat.
Well, if you come with us, you might just run across one or two of them.
Why do you need me? Because I failed to protect her sister.
But you don't know where she is or if she's even alive.
- No.
- What about the man who built her? - It's just a guess.
- Are you being pursued? Likely.
Anticipated, actually.
All that is why you need someone.
Why do you need me? Because I'm an old man and you're a young one, and you're strong.
Zani told me that you are one of the best fighters that she has ever seen.
It seems to me that my quest has the appropriate criteria.
Will you come with me? Will you bind your sword to my quest? Now that you have use for me? Now that I have value to you? You left me - on my own, old man.
- I never meant to I see no reason not to do the same.
Elnor, it! Rios, it's Picard.
I'm ready for transport.
Copy that.
Next window opens in seven minutes.
You may call me Tenqem Adrev.
We met before.
Once.
Have we? Forgive me.
I, uh Oh, it was in another lifetime, when I was another man.
A Romulan senator, if you can believe it.
I had the honor of being present the day you addressed the Hall of State, the very embodiment of Starfleet, making such eloquent and generous promises on behalf of the magnanimous Federation.
The great Saint Picard.
Senator I found it extremely moving.
How very touched we all were.
There were tears in my eyes.
Thank you.
And then you went away.
And when you returned, you brought the ships.
Those great big Wallenberg-class transports.
We all packed and boarded the Nightingale, five generations of parents and grandparents, siblings and spouses and children.
And the Nightingale brought us here, to Vashti.
We had so little time.
There were so many of you to save.
And so little to be expected from Starfleet.
I did everything I could.
And then you gave up.
Skantal! Bidran! No one asked for your pity, Picard.
Just as no one asked for your help.
You and Starfleet had no understanding of Romulan ingenuity, resolve, self-sufficiency.
You took advantage of us at the very moment where we doubted ourselves, enticed us with your empty promises, and did everything in your power to scatter, confuse and divide us.
That is not so! I promise you You promise?! You promise? Give him your sword.
No.
Come on.
No! Please, my friend.
Choose to live.
I regret your choice.
Enough, Elnor.
The Federation has failed you all.
I failed you all.
I broke faith with you, and the result was terrible pain and loss for you all.
And I am sorry.
Picard, ready for transport.


A tan qalanq is no match for a disruptor, sisterboy.

JL? 

Yes! Now! 

* They beam up * 

That man did not deserve to die.

Yet he CHOSE it.
Fight a Qowat Milat, and the outcome is not in Doubt.


Now, you listen to me, carefully.
I will benefit by your skill and your courage, but if you bind yourself to my cause, I will tell you when to fight and when to refrain.
Is that understood? 


Yes.


Swear it.


I swear.


PICARD :

Dr.Jurati, Raffi, this is Elnor.


RAFFI :

A Boy with a Stick.


PICARD :

I have to ask you - 

What made you decide to bind yourself to My Cause? 


ELNOR :

It met the requirements for Worthiness.

And it seemed like You Needed Me after all.



Dr. JURATI :

What is the requirement for Worthiness? 


PICARD :

A qalankhkai would only bind herself - himself - to a Lost Cause.





Who am I to Argue with The Captain of The Enterprise...?



(Kirk jumps a ravine on the horse and back)


KIRK: 

I must have jumped that fifty times. 

Scared the hell out of me. 

Except this time. 

...Because it isn't real.


(Kirk sees a woman on a horse on a distant hill)


PICARD (OC): 

Antonia?


KIRK: 

She isn't real either, is she? 

Nothing here is. 

...Nothing here matters.


KIRK: 

You know, maybe this is less about an empty house 

than that empty chair on the bridge of the Enterprise. 

Ever since I left Starfleet I haven't made a difference. 

...Captain of the Enterprise, huh?

PICARD: 

That's right.


KIRK: 

Close to retirement?


PICARD: 

I'm not planning on it.

KIRK:

Let me tell you something. Don't


Don't let them promote you. 


Don't let them transfer you. 


Don't let them do anything that takes you off the bridge of that ship, because while you're there, 

you can make a difference.


PICARD: 

Come back with me. 

Help me stop Soran. 

Make a difference again.


KIRK: 

Who am I to argue with the Captain of the Enterprise? 

...What's the name of that planet, 

...Veridian Three?


PICARD: 

Yes.


KIRK: 

I take it the odds are against us, 

and the situation is grim?

PICARD: 

You could say that.

KIRK: 

You know if Spock were here, he'd say I was an irrational, illogical human being for taking on a mission like that. 


...Sounds like fun.

The Power of Profanity










Saturday, 27 February 2021

The Word? Is “No.”. I am therefore going anyway.











[Starfleet officer's lounge]

MORROW: 
No. Absolutely not, Jim, 
...You are my best officer. 
But I am Commander, Starfleet, 
so I don't break rules!

KIRK: 
Don't quote rules to me. 
I'm talking about loyalty and sacrifice. 
One man who's died for us,
another who has deep emotional problems.

MORROW: 
Now! Wait a minute! 
This business about Spock and McCoy. 
...Honestly, I never understood Vulcan mysticism.

KIRK: 
You don't have to believe! 
I'm not even sure I believe. 
But even if there's a chance that Spock has an eternal soul 
...then it's my responsibility.

MORROW: 
Yours?

KIRK: 
As surely as if it were my very own! 
Give me back the Enterprise!
With Scotty's help I could...

MORROW: 
No, Jim! 
The Enterprise would never stand the pounding and you know it.

KIRK: 
Then I'll find a ship. 
I'll hire a ship.

MORROW: 
Out of the question, my friend! 
The Council has ordered that no one but the science team goes to Genesis! 


Jim, your life and your career stand for rationality, not intellectual chaos. 

Keep up this emotional behaviour and you'll lose everything. 

You'll destroy yourself! 

Do you understand me, Jim?

KIRK: 
I hear you. ...I had to try.

MORROW: 
Of course.

KIRK: 
Thanks for the drink.

MORROW: 
Any time.

(as Kirk leaves he is joined by Sulu and Chekov)

SULU: 
The Word, sir?

KIRK: 
The Word ...is ‘No’. 
I am therefore going anyway.

SULU: 
You can count on our help, sir.

KIRK:
Thank you, Mister Sulu. 
I'll need it.

CHEKOV: 
Shall I alert Doctor McCoy?
KIRK: 
Please. He has a long journey ahead of him.

Thursday, 25 February 2021

Frankly — I’m Not At All Certain You’re Up to It.




 My most vivid memories are of the days when my life changed. 
I remember coming to this Earth, feeling The Sun on my face for the first time. 

Oh, my God, Jonathan. 
It's a baby boy. 

Hold on, Martha. 

Hearing The Voices of My Parents.

 My Mother called me their greatest surprise.

And boy, there sure were lots of them. 

SMALLVILLE HARVEST FESTIVAL 

I remember loving Smallville... 
The People, The Community, how the small things were the big things. 

And I thought I'd live there forever. 

Dad? 
Jonathan?

Dad! Dad!

Jonathan! Dad, wake up! Somebody call 911! 

But My Father's Death set me on 
A Different Path.

Eventually, 
I moved to Metropolis.

To Become 
Who I Was Meant to Be

There you go, friend. 

Thanks. 
Cool costume. 

Thanks. 
My Mom made it for me. 

But my most vivid memory of all was 
The Day I Met Her. 

Everyone in here, we're the most dependable friends the people of Metropolis have.
You remember that.

Uh, yes, sir. 

Stick with Lane. 
She'll show you the ropes. 

Uh, Lane, sir?

Who told you to wear a tie?
 Let me guess. Lombard? 
Ignore him. 
Though he can get box seats to the Meteors.
You like baseball?

Uh, uh, of course. 
I mean, who doesn't like America's pastime,  Miss Lane? 

It's Lois. 
What'd you say your name was again? 

Uh, Kent. Clark. 
Clark Kent. Sorry. 

Hmm. Never met a Clark before. 

Oh, uh, I've never met a Lois before. Thanks. 
Actually, there was my first-grade teacher, Lois Hannigan, so I guess technically... oh, tech... technically, you'd be the second. 

We Fell in Love. 

I told Lois 
Who I Really Was, 
Where I Came From. 

We married, 
got our first place together... 

The Twins came. 

They were as different as brothers get. 

Look out! 

Jonathan was easy.
 Always happy, always smiling. 

Yeah! 
Good job, babe! 

And things with Jordan were more... challenging

Jordan? 
Stop it. 

Tantrums, night terrors. 
A year ago, he was diagnosed with Social Anxiety Disorder.

EXPLOSION AT ACE CHEMICAL RAGES ON

SUPERMAN ASSISTS IN SHUTTLE LAUNCH 

SUPERMAN SAVES THE STACK 

And suddenly, here I am, 
Living in Metropolis, 
raising two teenage boys, 
married to The Most Famous Journalist in The World... 

Trying to make The World safer 
for The People I Love.

WHY?

Wednesday, 24 February 2021

The Geometry of Mass Infection

 
The Geometry of Mass Infection presents certain 
Conceptual Reevaluations for us 
about Our Place in the Colonisation.

"Until Dallas we believed The Virus would simply control Us, 
that Mass Infection would 
make Us a Slave Race. 

Imagine our surprise 
when They began to gestate

Survival is The Ultimate Ideology
Your Father Wisely 
Refused to Believe This...."


SCENE 13
NORTH TEXAS (BLACKWOOD)

(The camera pans up with a child as he climbs a slide and stands at the top, looking over a fence. The music swells again as we see the other side of the fence. Three large white domes stand in what appears to be endless desert. Next we see under one of the domes as someone removes a silvery tube from a hole (oxygen pump, I believe) as a person-sized container is swung over the hole via a winch. Bronschweig appears in a bio-hazard suit and looks at some gauges at the top of the container. He speaks to the men moving the container.)
BRONSCHWEIG: 
I want all of these settings checked and recalibrated. 
I want a steady, negative two degrees Celsius throughout the transfer of the body after I've administered the vaccine.
(Bronschweig's hood is pulled up. Next we see him with his head fully covered by a see-through helmet at the bottom of the ladder leading into the hole. He walks down the stairs he led Cancer Man down, picks up the vaccine and turns to face the fireman's body. The chest area is empty, the alien entity once encased there is gone! Bronschweig's eyes swell to twice normal size and the music alerts us to his horror. He looks anxiously around the room for the alien, then whips off his headgear to get a better view. Finding nothing, he races towards the ladder and yells up to the men at the top.)
BRONSCHWEIG: 
It's gone!
ONE OF THE MEN AT THE TOP: 
What?!
(Bronschweig begins climbing the ladder.)
BRONSCHWEIG: 
It's left the body, I think it's gestated!
(He stops climbing as he hears a noise and looks off to the side.)
ONE OF THE MEN AT THE TOP: 
What's the matter?
BRONSCHWEIG: 
Wait ... I can see it. (he climbs back down and stands at the bottom. We can see a figure glistening in the darkness.) Oh ... Jesus .... Lord ....
ONE OF THE MEN AT THE TOP: 
Ya, ya see it?!
BRONSCHWEIG: 
So much for Little Green Men. 
(he begins to fumble with a pouch on his hip, taking out the needle and a small bottle with the green liquid vaccine.) 
I need you down here!
(The two men at the top of the ladder look at each other, one nods and the other races away from the hole, we assume he's going for a bio-hazard suit. Down in the hole, Bronschweig fills the needle with the vaccine and stands looking for the alien, but he keeps hearing noises and is not sure where they're coming from. He twists his head from side to side, trying to narrow it down. Suddenly we see a clear view of the alien, behind him, straight out of a '50's B-movie, looking like a guy in a cheap suit, missing only the zipper up its back. Personal opinion, natch. Its claws appear from out of its hand, somewhat like a cat. Bronschweig sees him, he hears the alien's blood-curdling and hair-raising screech and in a flash the alien is all over him like a cheap suit, slicing his face with his claws. Bronschweig manages to stab the alien with the needle, it screams again and then Bronschweig drags himself back to the ladder and holds onto to it for dear life. A group of the men have now gathered at the top of the hole, one in a bio-hazard suit.)
BRONSCHWEIG: 
Help! I need help!
(Suddenly the top part of the ladder is pulled aside, the cover is placed on and Bronschweig, who has begun climbing his end of the ladder, looks up.)
BRONSCHWEIG: 
What are you doing?!
(The hole starts to be covered with dirt.)
BRONSCHWEIG: 
What are you doing?! Ohhh ....
(From the darkness, the alien grabs him and pulls him down. We hear a scream ....)



SCENE 14
SOMERSET, ENGLAND
(The scream was the playful yell of a small child playing in a lovely British garden with his friends. They run around for a moment or two then a woman, possibly the nanny, claps her hands as they run off. The camera pans to a man seated on the terrace of what appears to be a huge mansion, watching with a smile. It's the Well-Manicured Man (WMM). He sips his tea and gives a small chuckle at the goings-on. A servant appears from out of the mansion.)
SERVANT: 
Sir, you have a call.
(WMM looks disappointed. He walks inside and picks up a phone.)
WMM: Yes?
CSM (voice on the phone): We have a situation. The members are assembling.
WMM: Is it an emergency?
CSM: Yes. A meeting has been set, tonight in London to determine a course.
WMM: Who called this meeting?
CSM: Strughold. He just got on a plane in Tunis.
(From the garden comes a child's yell, not a playful one and WMM turns towards the window to look. He hangs up the phone and runs over to the window. One of the children is lying down and holding his leg. Concern on his face, WMM begins to quickly go outside to see what has happened.)



SCENE 15
LONDON, ENGLAND
(We see the outside of a building, The Royal Albert Hall, in the background. A black car pulls up in front and WMM gets out. A servant holds the car door open for him.)
WMM: 
Has Strughold arrived?
SERVANT: 
Yes, they're waiting in the library, sir.
(They enter the building and walk into a room where a group of men, usually known as The Consortium but now called The Syndicate since the movie's release, are gathered. In front of them, a monitor is showing a frozen image of Mulder and Scully as they entered the morgue. Strughold stands up.)
STRUGHOLD: 
We began to worry. 
Some of us have travelled so far and you are the last to arrive.
WMM: 
I'm sorry. 
My Grandson fell and broke his leg.
(Pregnant pause while nobody answers "Gee, sorry to hear that.")
While we have been made to wait, we watched surveillance tapes which have raised more concerns.
WMM: 
STRUGHOLD: 
We have been forced to reassess our role in Colonisation by New Effects in Biology which have .... 
....presented themselves.
FIRST ELDER: 
The Virus has Mutated.
WMM: 
Into what?
STRUGHOLD: 
A new Extraterrestrial Biological Entity.
WMM: 
My God!
STRUGHOLD: 
The Geometry of Mass Infection presents certain Conceptual Reevaluations for us about Our Place in the Colonisation.
(WMM begins to walk towards Strughold, barely containing his anger and amazement at their foolishness. Well, just a guess there!)
WMM: This isn't Colonization, this is spontaneous repopulation! All our work! .... If it's true, they've been using us all along! We've been labouring under a lie!
BARNEY MILLER GUY: It could be an isolated case.
WMM: How can we know?!
STRUGHOLD: We're going to tell them what we've found, what we've learned by turning over a body infected with the gestating organism.
WMM: In hope of what? Learning that it's true? That we are nothing but digestives for the creation of a new race of alien life-forms?! By cooperating now, we are but beggars to our own demise.
STRUGHOLD: 
Cooperation is the only chance of saving ourselves.
CSM: 
They still need us to carry out their preparations.
STRUGHOLD: 
We'll continue to use Them as They do Us. 
If only to play for more time, 
to continue work on our vaccine.
WMM: (shakes his head) 
My lateness might just as well have been absence. 
A course has already been taken!
CSM: 
There are complications. 
(he looks at the surveillance video and WMM looks as well)
 Mulder saw one of the infected bodies that we destroyed in Dallas. 
He's gone back there again. 
Someone has tipped him.
WMM: 
Who?
CSM: 
Kurtzweil, we think.
WMM: 
No one believes Kurztweil or his books. 
He's a toiler, a crank.
FIRST ELDER: 
Mulder Believes.
CSM: 
Then Kurtzweil must be removed.
STRUGHOLD: 
As must Mulder.
WMM: 
Kill Mulder, we take the risk of turning one man's quest into a crusade.
STRUGHOLD: 
Then you must take away what he holds most valuable. That with which he can't live without.
(The scene cuts to Scully, looking out on a vast desert.)





STRUGHOLD: 

More concerns on what?