The Mayans

Aatucagg sleeps, the Earth dreams, and the universe snores. The Yucatan peninsula washes away the killer of eons. There stood a mountain there once. There stood a man upon the mountain there once, and at its base kneeled the multitudes. This was nowhere and all roads led to it. Here they could hear great words from a mediocre mind. They could climb to great heights with battered bodies and substitute physical pain for mental glory. They were small, but on the mountain it made them tall. They were somebody up there as they searched for something greater than themselves. Sixty five million years ago man was stroking his ego just as man does today. Nothing has changed, but the mountain has gone away, buried beneath a kilometer of sediments. The Ring of Golight and Silvity saw it all. It allowed it to happen. It could have protected the Earth, but it had moved away and allowed the asteroid to strike. It destroyed the mountain and the man on top and scattered the people to the fractured continents. Oh poor Earth, you are pummeled by the hand that fed you. Scattered and abandoned, your days are numbered. Your highest heights now lie beneath the waters of the world. Your leader's words are drowned in muck and sand. You are ignorant and oblivious to your impending doom. Like the Mayans before you and their temple of Kukulkan, you are shadow wainting for darkness to disappear into the night of forgotten history.

Moon From The Sun

250 million years ago the ring of golight and silvity appeared from the inward forward. Those that sent it knew of Earth and its potential. At that time all land was concentrated into a single continent. This continent was protected from space debris by the ring of golight and silvity. All was good and all needs were provided for during this time. Lush gardens grew and vast green forests sprouted from the lands protected by the ring of golight and silvity. Man became content and lazy. He demanded more and more from the protector. Man became ungrateful and defiant, bringing forth within his ranks pompous leaders who placed themselves above the status of the protector. Earthlings listened to the gilded words of the ungrateful, and followed blindly multiple roads leading nowhere. Man had become blinded by the false promises of the power hungry. Man had fallen into the abyss, and fallen out of favor with the Galactic Alliance. Aatucagg is a charter member of the Galactic Alliance. Aatucagg is extremely intelligent and yet extremely humble. The Galactic Alliance has dismissed Earth as a planet doomed by its own arrogance to eventual self inhalation. But Aatucagg, as a member of the Galactic Alliance, has seen fit to prove to the Galactic Alliance that Earth is redeemable in spite of the creatures that inhabit it. The Earth is a living organism and Humans are a component of that organism. In order to save Earth, then all components of Earth must be saved. Therefore, Humans must be saved if Earth is to be saved. Aatucagg has made Earth his special project, and in so doing, has made salvaging humans a vital part of saving the Earth.

Outward Bound

Darkness is not a lack of light, but rather a lack of matter. Light can only shine if there is matter to reflect it. Out here there is only space. It is filled with light, but the light is invisible since there is no matter to reflect it. It is an appropriate analogy that light permiates the cosmos in darkness and is not exposed until matter blocks its movement. Resistance exposes existance. Resistance is a necessary evil. Without resistance lives would be meaningless. To truely exist we must fight battles every once and awhile. I ask myself, "Am I running away, or am I running towards?". Is the Inward Forward my battle? I belive it is, and if this is the case, then I head towards my confrontation and not away from it. I consider myself a warrior and not a worrier. I have only myself to consider. I have left everything behind, what else, other than myself is there left to consider. When those beyond the universe approached Earth many years ago with the doorway of golight and silvity the people of Earth came into existance. It held the continents in place and protected the people from the hazards of space. It gave alignment to matter and space. It was your shelter. But fools that you are, you heard voices that sang a better song. You believed in fancy words from fancy lips from fancy pants who stood on mountain tops and bellowed forth enticing ash and fire. You were burned in your own desire. So the Inward Forward abandoned you. It allowed the continents to divide and separate you. It allowed all types of heavenly debris to fall upon your ungrateful heads. It placed itself above you. It looks down upon you. It is there unmoving and uncaring. But, I am coming. Aatucagg is coming to make it all good again. For the second doorway is approaching. Your second chance is coming. We all know about you, but only I care about you. I want you to seize upon your second chance.

Goodby Home Planet

Will they miss me? I know some of them will. My father will most assuredly miss me. My mother died when I was born. She was taken by the eigenvector virus while giving birth to me. Many of my family members blame me for causing my mother's death and consider the lazy eye and the red birth mark on my face a punishment for having brought about my mother's untimely demise. I can not help it if I were born in a non-linear fashion. Life took her away as a random probability with no regard to emotion. It was my time to be born and her time to die. The birth mark and the lazy eye are inconsequential in terms of my mother's death, but paramount in terms of my self worth. I never knew you mother. I see your picture hanging on the wall. It is the only picture we have left of you. My father cries sometimes when he looks at it. I wonder as the tears fall down his face, is it the image or the feelings that make him cry? We live in a trailer on the edge of the Milky Way. We have a dog, a cat, and our neighbors garbage to keep us company. My father is a good man. He tries to do what is best for me. Sometimes I wish he would try to do what is best for himself. If I leave maybe I will give him that chance. I can't help feeling I have kept my father from living since my days began. Who changed my diapers? It must have been my dad. Who kept the cuts from bleeding? It must have been my dad. Who kept the bruises from bruising? It must have been my dad. I never thanked him. I never gave him the opportunity to have opportunity. But I am leaving. I will leave a note and thank him for all that he must have done for me without my knowledge or my mom. I will steal the keys to the family spaceship and head straight for Earth. They need me down there. My father will miss me, but opportunity will call. He should soon forget me. I owe him at least that much. After all, he named a planet after my head, so I will leave him a note, I will take the keys, and I will leave tonight.

My Pet Planet

In the darkness where no one can see I press my one good eye to the view finder and search out my favorite planet. It is not Aatucagg I seek. That planet depresses me. No, I look for another planet. A planet that fills my heart with joy. I have recieved their signals broadcast into space. Everyone has. Most dismiss them as insignificant, but I see something in them that speaks to me in a way nothing else has. I hide my feelings. I would be ridiculed by all others if they were to find out, but there is something special about them that sets them apart. They are primitive, that is for sure, but they have a thirst for knowledge that those on my planet have quenched millenniums ago. I can see that they are like me. Thet are alone in this universe. We know of them but we igore them because their future is limited. They are mentally challenged through no fault of their own. I feel a oneness with them. I am physically challenged through no fault of my own. My people expect perfection. I have no future here. It is painful to be ignored. Eyes that prefer to connect with perfect emptiness rather than imperfect expression. I am injury needing restoration. I am a project that requires preparation. They can not handle me. They must first break me down and compartmentalize me. I am an insect that must be disected and studied before they can look me in my disfigured face. But, in the darkness, looking through my scope all of that goes away. Deeply I have no one. Deeply I need no one. "I don't care", is a misnomer. Everyone cares, even I care. But, I do not care about the here and now. I do care about the there and then. Your planet, your Earth, is what I care about. You Earthlings are an entire civilization of who I am. Tonight I will take the family space ship and change my miserable life forever.

Happy Birthday

My father named a planet Aatucagg today. He named it after me. He flew me to the planet and showed me how it resembled my head. I was born with 2 birth defects. I have a lazy eye and a red birth mark on my face. My father showed me how the planet looked like my lazy eye and birth mark from a certain angle in space. He flew our family spaceship just above a mountain range near the equator of the planet, and sure enough, a few land marks and discolorations later revealed a planet looking just like my unfortunate face. "Happy birthday" my father said, "You now have a planet that looks like your head!" "Great dad! Thanks a lot." I replied, "This planet even has my lazy eye." I felt like crap the rest of the day. My dad flew us back home and had no clue. Can a dad really do that to his son and not realize what he has done? Life is cruel. I wear sunglasses to cover up how cruel life can be, but there is nothing I can do to cover up the birthmark. I try to ignore it, but no one else does... not even my dad. It was my birthday present. My dad thought I would like it. A planet that looked like my head and now bearing my name. How could a son not appriciate such a gift as that from a father. Maybe my dad is coping in his own way with my deformities. Perhaps he raises up and displays that which others would try and hide. Maybe it is sort of like jumping the gun before anyone else can pull the trigger? Maybe he is trying to make me stronger? I love my dad, but he should know the saying we have on our planet. "That which does not kill you will make you stronger and a little more insane". It is not your fault father. Life has no concern for us. It is mere chance. I could be dead tomorrow or just as easily remain alive. I will cope with what life has delt me, and I love you father for nameing a planet after my head.