THE MUSIC OF THE SPHERES CAN SOOTHE THE HEART OR SHATTER GLASS

When Einstein and Bohr made their revolutionary discoveries they built them out of dreams. The truth came first. Numbers came later. When Michaelangelo revealed his David, the rock came first, but the hand of the artist set free the masterpiece within.

Reality... at least in one  form... already exists. It is for us to discern what is necessary among legions that are not. Do I confuse you? Well, how could I  not. For you have never heard my voice . Call me a disembodied spirit, if you like. Yet that is  not what I am. For my essence has never been imprisoned in the flesh.

You have read of an enemy, of aliens waiting to transform/destroy (they are one word to us) your world. I am one of them. We conjure shells when shells are needed. The plane-like, swimming creatures in the incubator known to you as Europa see them. They see light reflecting off iridescent, scale-like armor encasing a form somewhat like yours. That, to them, is strange enough.

Are we coordinates in space? No. Are we coils of energy. No. Think of us as frequencies, or rather collections of frequencies.... grand harmonics imbued with self awareness. Some experience us as the 'Music of the Spheres.' But while certain songs are sweet, others are not. And while some songs soothe the heart, others shatter glass. You have seen us destroy. But wait. You shall see more.

Ask not my name. It changes instantaneously, as do I.. But I have told you too much. Lailah approaches our presence. She moves through the sphere. Oh, it is real, at least she and the others experience it as such. And we know her mission. she was sent to bring back a sample of our substance. What a meaningless purpose.

I know she belongs to an exotic group. I know she is what you call a 'vampire.' We are aware of your abilities, as well as your disabilities. And we are more than well prepared. So please do not trouble yourselves. Relax and hear the music. Forgive our impetuous ones for any damage they have done. That will soon end.. For to paraphrase 'The Beach Boys,'...... you're pickin' up good vibrations.

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Doctor Franklin sat at the head of the table. Members of the scientific elite flanked the sides. Each had a small , working model of a great armonica set  before them. Some were impatient. They touched their device, just lightly, just along one of the shimmering rims. Others merely sat and stared. The walls of this long and  narrow room were made of glass, thick glass, beyond which swam the mermaid-hag and other unusual specimens. Lights were low. Small halogen-like points illuminated each individual crystaline apparatus.  No one spoke. The mermaid-hag amused herself swimming up behind various egg heads present and making lewd gestures as she kissed and licked the glass. Everyone pretended not to notice, but a young physicist from Japan couldn't help her nervous, tittering outburst.

Doctor Franklin, ever the considerate host smiled and began to talk ----- Illustrious brethren, behold the elegant, elaborate toys before you. And kindly refrain from tickling them until you know their favorite spots.....

He rotated a few of the discs on his piece of equipment, producing a barely discernible high pitched whine. And as he did so, something began to condense out of the ether. An undulating form almost materialized over the table. Was it a snake? Was it a worm? Was it a maggot?  Shocked men and women pushed back into their seats. Two reached for inhalers. But then the old patriot did something else. The whine stopped and the repulsive 'thing' slowly evaporated.

So now you know why----- chuckled the notorious reprobate. ....... Low-level staffers silently entered, distributing sleek, new tablet-like devices to all in attendance . Doctor Franklin waved his away, but he took a small container out of a waistcoat pocket, opened it and deftly popped two ever-so-slightly large contact lenses into his eyes. Then he blinked, smiled and clapped his hands, calling each silicon screen to life......

Follow along, as I speak. I know  you understand the equations and representations before you.I myself will use an experimental piece of equipment. --- he said. The images appear right before my eyes, as if upon a translucent screen. It's easier on my old, arthritic fingers. Doctor Hawking, as some of you may know, has a pair just like them......... So did Steve Jobs (he sighed), but I don't know who has them now.......

And  so humanity begin to construct a defense...........

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A VAMPIRE AT THE KEYBOARD SHARES SECRETS

there are many of us here. please excuse my mistakes. i am not very good with these devices. i touch as few keys as possible. no disembodied spirit channels passages through wilkravitz's fingers. i, jonathon, write this myself. those in charge make no communicative equipment available to us. the other vampires don't mind. most are of a certain age and computers are foreign to them. I fall into that group too but something made me different. i needed to connect. look at the assemblage of souls in my 'family.' we are human and vampire. and among the humans we have those you would call witches, in addition to representatives of long forgotten clans. thank god for our blog. thank god for that voice.

they keep us in underground bunkers. the walls are light tan. the floors are linoleum and slightly darker. ceilings are white and from what they tell me, the light comes from plain, translucent, rectangular fixtures called 'chicklets.' we sleep in little cells, not prison cells, more like monks' cubicles. no one has a roommate. there's a large, well stocked library for those who like to read. some play card games. we've all become addicted to the most wonderful assortment of aroma candles fashioned from oils and resins found only in the middle east.a few follow 'reality' shows. and if you can believe it, there are plans for a vampire talent show. Papa's going to do a magic act.

he sleeps somewhere else. they've identified certain old ones...... very old ones. my thousand years count as nothing. renate isn't here with us. she visits from time to time. she cooperates with the scientists and investigators . but she roams free.

physicians take small samples of our blood. they stockpile it. there's a collection of tiny glass vials in a laboratory two levels down. i suppose they're also searching for the so-called prometheus quark - that 'quantum' particle believed to be present in vampiric fluids and tissues. so now we're some kind of supermen.

most of the life-eaters here (a name we prefer to 'vampire') stick to the one feeding a month rule. and they confine themselves to 'unworthy' souls. but the authorities discourage us from planning our own menus. suggestions are made. victims are offered. i don't know who does the 'shopping.' i don't know where they find them. must be combing the whole world, because they come from all over. there's a circular, polished concrete chamber, rather like the pit we had back in philadelphia, or the one papa had in catalunia, when he first found me.

two individuals climb down into that space via a metal ladder affixed to the side. the victim goes first. his destroyer follows. scientific personnel observe from a 'theater-in-the-round' arrangement up above. i recognized one from the television. i saw her on nightline. the chinese are here too. they've got everyone. look, i'm not going to describe what happens in that pit, because it's humiliating. feeding is a very private thing to us. our hosts know this. they acknowledge it, but claim it's all necessary. our enemy is powerful. we have few potentially effective weapons. my brethren...the vampires, are one of them. every useful thing must be known. so we cooperate.

they're trying to obtain some enemy material. at this point it could be organic or inert. it doesn't really matter. experts want to learn how it will hold up to 'sublimation.' you know, what vampires do when we pass through solid matter. on earth, sublimating through a mortal human destroys them. the 'body' retains its shape for a heartbeat or two before raining down to the ground in a torrent of watery gruel. I guess we'll be among the shock troops....... that's why lailah is out there right now.....oh, god, why did they send her?

i know. i know. i know. you want me to tell you about the well of souls. you remember what happened last night. but i'm not ready to do that now. and no, it's not back here in the complex with me. look, we're not prisoners. we do move about on the outside. they allow us a modicum of freedom. but keen, observant eyes are everywhere. and not all belong to 'friends.'

be patient. you'll find out. and if you can't wait, use your powers. humans have them. telepathy, i mean. don't deny what you know to be true.....Scottosh beedosh....Beedosh boposht... Boposht skeedosht.... see the truth...know the truth....do the truth...........or something like that........look, i know old andalucian, classic hebrew and aramaic and two dialects of vahmpeerigo (vampiric tongue), not to mention english.....isn't that enough.

now let me stop. i have to find sarah......

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