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Chicken Little's True Story, Part Two - Remembering the Day the Sky Fell In

{written by : Greg Gourdian}

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When Chicken Little felt the sky fall on his head it was too big a problem for him to handle, he shrank the sky to the size of an acorn, then ran to tell his mama all about it. No one believed him, of course, nonetheless, his story was true.

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When Chicken Little felt the sky fall on his head it was too big a problem for him to handle, he shrank the sky to the size of an acorn, then ran to tell his mama all about it. No one believed him, of course, nonetheless, his story was true.


A sage and an old man are digging in a dark tunnel, sorting through rubble for the living bones of the buried dead.

Sage:
Do you remember your role in the end days?

Old man:
There was a lot of carnage, as you might imagine, the day the sky came tumbling down...

A lot of people stayed to the very end to watch. Some of them had to be rescued.

Mangled, crushed, and broken bodies, all incinerated to ashes, and then mashed through a wormhole with a quantum bit rate, all of them had to be resurrected, on the other side, every one of them.

It was a huge undertaking, literally, hehe...


The old man lifts his shovel to continue digging through debris, looking for another mangled body to resurrect. He unearths the top of a skull and speaks to the owner of the skull softly...

Perhaps you remember, eh?


The sage floats above the old man, animating the cleared debris so that the debris can walk itself out of the tunnel. Sage sends a small whirlwind to collect precious dust from around the bones the old man carefully unearths. A miraculous rain falls in the tunnel, capturing just the right particles of dust within its raindrops...

Old man:
Aye, I remember well enough, when I was just a lad, the day the sky fell in; rocks and rubble everywhere, no air to breathe at all. It was a suffocating nightmare of an ordeal.

Thank God for the rescue teams is all I can say about that. Wish I"d had the good sense to clear out earlier, many did...

The day the sky fell in was an ordinary day, to be sure; no one yet knew anything about the infosphere collapse that seemed to have triggered a Kali Yuga.

Who knew then, that the Kali Yugas were always about information sphere density overloads?

Few people even knew, then, what an information sphere was, or how it could be overloaded. They could hardly have been expected to suspect what the consequences of overloading their infosphere might be.

Some people blamed technology for the collapse, other people understood that all technologies collapse in these Kali Yuga moments, and that falling back on less sophisticated technologies really can"t preserve anyone from the change.

Still, some people thought turning back technology could prevent the disaster. Alas, that only accelerates it.

A good temporary strategy is to build larger infospheres. Humans did that, thank God.

Or thank ourselves.

Still, building larger infospheres was only a stop-gap measure, a stop-gap measure that also accelerated the collapse...

It took a real eye-opening moment to understand all of this and make it through the change more or less "alive".

I’m still getting used to being a ghost these days... Never imagined ghosts had real flesh or real toils...


The old man clears more rubble from around slowly stirring bones. Sage has made a large porridge of mud, mud made from the dust of the flesh of the bones they have just unearthed. The sage and the old man carefully apply this precious sludge to the bones. As the oozing mud dries, a drier, nearly brittle, emaciated flesh begins to knit itself around the bones...

Sage:
The opening of the inner eye to a truer reality is always a traumatic moment, no matter how well prepared you think you are.

Old man:
Oh aye, it’s a pain to open the old eye, it is.

I still remember that day I died, as if it were only yesterday...

Like all civilizations, our civilization had already collapsed into the event horizon of its own information implosion, but it took awhile for the collective consciousness of our civilization catch up to the event because no one really understood what had happened to them, everyone seemed very confused, unsure, even, whether they had died or not.

Everyone, that is, except for a few folk like yourself, dear Sage.

Sage:
We had been through all of this before, many times, ahead of you, we knew what would come; we did our best to prepare you all.


Old man:
Aye, well we were prepared, after a fashion.

We knew the sky was coming to call.

The meteor storms were growing worse, and the big rocks, the asteroids, were coming closer and closer all the time. What we never saw coming, something hidden in our carefully built cognitive blind-spots, was that the sun and Jupiter would be the first of the planets to fall from the sky, and they got here ahead of the big rocks and smaller planets, if only by micro-seconds.

Nano-seconds, really!

And yet, those few brief moments all felt like eternities. Who knew we could pack in enough borrowed time for our civilization to reach the stars while it was still collapsing from within?

Sage:
Eternity is in a single moment. Time has always been an illusion, a construct of cognitive processes that must be learned In order to survive the apocalypse.

Old man:
Oh aye, and we did survive, after a fashion... But what a fashion! I feel like superman these days, I look scarcely 26 years old, but I"m well over a hundred and ten now.

And I can fly! I can fly! I can fly!


The old man sets aside his shovel and flies around in the cramped dark tunnel to demonstrate; he certainly looks no older than 25 or so...

The sage floats down to Earth...

Sage:
Aye, we can all fly these days.

Old man:
A pity all we can fly through are these benighted dark tunnels and caverns.

Sage:
It will take time for your civilization to find its strata in time and reintegrate there. Until then you must sort through all of the cosmic debris of the past and rectify it all.

Old man:
Aye, aye, the rectification...

Sometimes I think the rectification will never be over...

Sage:
In a sense, the rectification never ends; however, you will nonetheless find your proper time strata and resume your old lives as they were before the implosion event.

Old man:
Aye, aye, we have the time travel technologies working now, and all the time in the world, literally. We know what you say is true, but to integrate the entire past again, it’s such an enormous undertaking! Why bother?

Sage:
Some people cannot heal outside of their comfort zones, they remain too traumatized by the advents of their deaths and resurrections, they need the past as a safe haven to allow themselves to heal. Your civilization will re-discover the carrier signal of its collective consciousness and re-integrate in their own past, only it will be now, a past that follows the event, rather than preceding it.

It will all soon be behind you.

In the worlds you recreate in your own pasts you will help each other to heal, completely.

Old man:
I suppose, in the end, I was one of the lucky ones.

Sage:
You had the advantage of being better prepared than most, but you stayed to the end to guide many others through, luck had less to do with it than courage and compassion.


The old man blushes…

Old man:
Oh, there is no need to go on about that now; I did what anyone would do in those circumstances.

Sage:
Still the world may owe you a deep debt for your services, so ask of the world, now, what you will.

Old man:
I only ask for peace in our lifetimes, justice, liberty, and abundance for all people, everywhere, with no one left behind, ever...

Sage:
You are wise, your will be done.

Old man:
Aye, and will be well done, too!

Sage:
Amen.


The sage turns to the reanimated corpse...

Sage:
Dead dude! Do you remember the day all those rocks fell on your head?

Puzzled corpse:
Why, er, um, no... Er, um... Should I?

Sage:
Guess too damned many rocks fell on your head if you don"t remember that dude!


The sage and the old man laugh together. The newly risen, puzzled zombie joins in their laughter hesitantly, not sure if he is allowing himself to be the butt of their joke or just enjoying their joke along with them...

All together:
Ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha, ha!


The zombie dude completes its reanimation and now looks entirely human and healthy...

Sage:
Laughter always was the best medicine!

Resurrected man:
I remember!

Old man:
Here we go again...


Enjoy!
Love,

Author Bio :
Greg Gourdian is part of a collective being, we are composed of many entities participating in a psychic network. We currently call ourselves Grigori Rho Gharveyn. Please feel free to contact us at any time. We love to write and teach about spiritual evolution, ascension, auras, chakras, alchemy, tarot, channeling, metaphysics, parapsychology, sociology, psychology, quantum physics, etc... For our most recent work please see our current blog: MySpace Blog For older work please look here: Google Blog

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