We are within the beginning of a new millennium, a point in time at which the attention of many people is focusing on deep concentration due to change. It is granted that the period clustered around 2000 is a rather splendid cursor for the calendrical system, but I suspect that this strong attraction is generated by a stimulus centered on a subliminal level. We live in significant times, which approach the end and beginning of new ages: the old Greek age of Aion is closing and the age of Pisces is giving away to the Age of Aquarius. It was during these periods of celestial transitions that those of the ancient world traditionally associated such with eminent changes — many of these cosmic permutations being of most unpleasant and chaotic themes.

Could it be that the concept of the "Aion" is in some way wired into the subconscious or collective memory, thus triggering a general response of riveting concentration in the populace? The modern savants assure us that it is impossible to determine when we precisely slip from one celestial age to another, but I wonder even about that. On a deep level, I somehow suspect that the ancient Maya had it calibrated to a niche of lucidity, and 2012 is the "true" date of this impending change.

Leaving aside the question of calendrics, it is safe to state that modern man is anticipating considerable changes in the world and his life. It is interesting to note their views and separate them into roughly three aspects of the future. The first is that we are fast approaching a period of planetary catastrophe, and the results will be devastatingly tragic.

When I wrote this statement in a remote corner of West Texas, the skies were darkened and soiled by the smoke from the vast forest fires in Central Mexico. I also considered the huge fires burning in the region of Amazonas and Indonesia. In addition to all this mismanagement of nature, we are further approaching a period when devastating earthquakes could strike in what is now heavily populated areas. Examples of such are Turkey and Mexico. We are also anticipating some problems as a result of a technological glitch with the Y2K anomaly impacting political and economic life on this planet. Volcanism is also on the increase, and like earthquakes, it is a result of a natural planetary cycle.

However, man in his infinite wisdom has chosen to erect large cities in the pathway of these natural and impending forces. Of late, we have had several movies that deal with a planetary strike by a celestial object. We like to shiver and shake over cinematic presentations of such dire events, but we resolutely turn our heads away from that which could be prevented. Whatever the cause, it is readily apparent that powerful and disturbing images are being triggered deep within the human psyche.

A second school of thought postulates a glorious future, a return of the Golden Age, with peace and plenty for all. In this scenario, wondrous things will hold sway and mankind will truly enter an age of enlightenment, both on the physical and the spiritual plane. This is a perfectly splendid view of the future, but with infinite regret, I do not think that it is a realistic expectation due to all the indicators and the record of human behavior over this last century (20th). Further, we can note that it is not particularly suited for the production of exciting and unusual literature.

The third view of the situation is that the planet will suffer a technological, economic and ecological collapse in tandem with destruction from natural forces. This period will last either from a generation or two, or on to several centuries. Then this era of sadness and economic loss will be followed by an age that is constructed on sound foundations learned during the hard periods. Perhaps based on logical merit. It is then that the age of transcending enlightenment will manifest itself. Not being a prophet, I really could not say which of the three views would arise as a reality. Hopefully there will be combinations of all three with the least loss to humanity being the best indicator of future life on this world. Indeed!

Unequivocally, expansive changes are in store for us, and only a fool would pretend otherwise. We should not at this point doubt that vast shifts are not only indicated, but they will be necessary. Indeed, they are demanded! And precisely what is it that "demands" these changes? Quite simply stated, it is the presence of man on the globe — the burgeoning population of this Earth. Recently, the national news agencies gave the population figures for the last century (20th). In 1900 there were 1.6 billion humans on Earth, which grew to 2.5 billion by 1950. At the end of this past century and the beginning of this new age, our population hovers around 6.0 to 6.5 billion humans. Many speculate that we will reach 10 billion souls by 2030. It is this last figure that indicates paramount changes of one sort or another, because this world cannot support such a number unless drastic relocation to space or the oceans is addressed by science and technology.

The people of Earth well know that there are vast problems ahead in the future, and due to the current modality of thought, they put it out of mentality to await another more convenient day for deeper contemplation. However, one can detect the anxiety and concern underlying their lives. They know that broad changes are on the horizon, but they try to ignore them. Nemesis is now peeking over their shoulders, but they steadfastly refuse to meet her steady gaze. Sooner than we would like, Nemesis will step from behind and confront our gaze directly. We will then be forced to look at her then, but it will be too late. In a sense, we are in the same position as the Romans were during the apogee of their empire. They could intuitively sense the great inequities of their political and social structure and knew that it would prove to be their destruction, but they persisted in their ways until the bitter end. Modern man is doing something very similar.

Like so many humans, I have read the ancient prophecies and have pondered their meaning to our future. I further confess that, at one time, I considered them to be phantasmagorical and mythically impossible. However, I must admit that I am now awe stricken to see the coming convergence of the millennium, the change of Aion, and the growing population of the Earth. This convergence suggests a nexus of ominous proportions. And it is in precisely such a period as this, that the apocalyptic or the millennialist literature (such as herein) strides to center stage. There have been only a few millennialist novels to date, but there will be more. The preponderance of them separate into two main categories. The first is religious in nature, and the others fall into the category of science fiction and employ such devices as earthquakes, plagues, or celestial strikes to accomplish their aims.

I read the above works with varying degrees of interest, and I admit that I found some things of merit in a few of them. However, let it be noted that I read these works one time and only one time! The point is that one time was quite sufficient. And then perhaps in deference to my jaded appetite, Ron Cook offered The Enigmni for my reading pleasure, and then things changed around quite rapidly. At first, I was not really quite certain what I had read, but I instinctively knew that I liked it. Being intrigued, I then read it again to see what I might have missed. At this point, I have read the manuscript nine times and each time, I find something new to think upon. Allow me to illustrate.

• For those of you who like science fiction, you have here a space opera that would do Buck Rogers or Star Wars proud.

• For those of you who like a good yarn, you here have a good adventure that will be meat and drink.

• For those of you with a metaphysical or philosophical bent, you will find worthy instruction and valuable lessons.

• For those of you who are disenchanted with modern society, you will find a scathing denunciation and indictment of modern social and industrial life.

• For those of you with a religious inclination, you will find this work to be a high- tech guide to greater achievements in spirituality.

• For those of you who like "forbidden science," then this work is enough to make the most hardened academician gasp and grab for his heart medicine.

• For those who like the millennialist genre of literature, then know there is enough death, doom, and destruction for a Hollywood epic!

• For those interested in the evolutionary progression of man, then this work offers a totally different and startling view of the process.

I could go on and on with this, but surely the point is made.

I must confess that I have been having pleasant fantasies as to how this work will be classified in the bookstores. (They never seem to get anything in the correct place!) I would judge, if they examine the cover, they will place the work in Science Fiction. If they bother to read a few pages, they will probably put it in the great catch-all of bookstores: New Age. However, let us not tell them that it is a straight work of fiction: a millennialist novel, if you will. By strict literary classification, it is an allegory. However, let us not inform these worthies. Instead, let’s have some fun and see where they put the book! Perhaps in a new section all its own.

And for those of you who were enraptured by my golden prose and decided to buy the book on my recommendation, I have a suggestion for you. There is the possibility that you will slacken down in the work on your initial reading due to the deep mulling of Claronu (story teller of the book). (These are the most important parts). If you do slow, remember these are almost alien words...try harder. Here are the guidelines to be observed in reading the book successfully. First, read it in the literal sense and determine where you are going as an overview. Second, read the book as an allegory and observe the endless battle between Good and Evil, Chaos vs. Order. Then, read it in the metaphysical mode and observe the Cosmic Dance. It is as easy as that and most beneficial.

And what more can I do except recommend this book for your delectation? Its meaning will haunt you forever thereafter.

Leon Brown

June 6, 1998

(Very late at night

and after numerous

cups of coffee, as is my style.)

-- Ben Garrison (former Graphics Director of the Seattle Post Intelligencer and national freelance illustrator and designer).

This work is for you (students taught at the university, the art institute and the high schools). I promised that I would put it up to give you all a repository of my philosophy aligned in a meta-fiction story. We talked about this for years (19). We looked at the pictures and thought how grand it would be to create a movie from the storyboards. I gave all of you permission to create a work off of the Enigmni base story. Here it is — storyboard all you want or write new parts to the whole. To others, you may try also. Just remember that this book is in copyright — check with me first. The other two books will be out soon. Good luck in all your endeavors. I will never forget you guys.

To my wife, who has watched me toil away on this project for many years, I say thank you for all the loving remarks and tickles at the back of my head. They kept me keyboarding away when I almost gave up on my column, teaching, education, politics and those who play with humanity’s mindset. Thank you for understanding everything and never doubting me. Life is indeed a learning means to being and becoming. All my love to you.

The Enigmni begins with a short description of the meaning and power of Light. Light is the projection or broadcast from Timelessness that influences the totality of existence in this manifest world...the entire universe. Its meaning to humanity is deeply mental, spiritual and beyond the comprehension of the part (individual). Light allows the quantification of existences as we perceive it on this side. Light and the concept of the Enigmni, a utility and part of Deity, is the focus of this work as a means to an essence in understanding.

The book starts in the year 2008, with a report to a superior from Dr. Somen Kosolapdev, a Russian geophysicist / anthropologist whose ancestors experienced the phenomenon at Tunguska in 1908, one hundred years ago. This event was an actual, gargantuan explosion that took place in Siberia. It resembled the detonation of a nuclear device. The resulting firestorm flattened many square miles of timber and killed numerous animals.

The report describes Dr. Kosolapdev’s passionate adventure of discovering a unique device that was once in orbit around the earth, and later crashed onto the surface as a secondary part of the total Tunguska anomaly. Kosolapdev and his crew of scientists search for and find the device which is the subject of the report and the subsequent data from an ancient being described as a surveyor. This unique device is not of our civilization, but shows data from a period of time that exceeds some 6 to 4 million years ago. This device is found to off-load visual and audible information. It is later called a Scepter.

The Scepter, as Kosolapdev describes it, has about 75 visuals on board (three that seem to include him). These pictures were drawn by a being called an Omegon whose name is Claronu. Other data comes from a being called Anjona, a superior to Claronu. All this data has been deciphered and decoded with the aid of the Scepter itself, which functions as a "smart tool." It is later discerned, that the scepter is a computer with wondrous capabilities that Dr. K is gradually learning. This scepter was in the possession of Claronu and Anjona in the past, and utilized as the means to reach humanity in the future with messages of our past and the directions for our future. The Scepter also contains data as to what we are, how we are, and where we will go after we depart from this journey...life and existence/s.

Kosolapdev seems to begin to buy into the messages of the Scepter and challenges his superior to read the subsequent sections that contain actual broadcast data from the thoughts of Claronu and Anjona as they relate to an event that took place on a planet of people called Enmayi (now asteroid belt). Claronu and Anjona are from a planet called Hytona (now Mars). Dr. "K" asks for his boss (director) to read on and prepare for marveling.

Claronu’s message (ENIGMNI: Title of Book section) is a collection of data that he records on the Enmayi planet where he has been sent by his superior shepherd, Anjona, to find out what happened to a people that "they" had believed were advancing to a higher order of existence. When nothing is heard from the Enmayi for a long period, Claronu, a multi-talented surveyor of virtual data, is sent to determine what has happened to their vested interest. In this part of the book, Claronu speaks of things that he sees as he moves about a horrible scene where no life is left in any form — but his own. He is alone on a planet where a strange, yet gargantuan and globular form seems to be everywhere at once. Claronu quickly ascertains that it is a weapon that he had identified in orbit prior to landing on the surface in his spacecraft, Shema. He calls the weapon -- Leche. He knows that it is the cause of death but does not totally know why or how it works. His primary mission is to survey the planet with his advanced psycho-cognitive abilities and depart before the weapon detonates in its final destructive phase.

Every aspect of the Enmayi people is to be analyzed by Claronu’s discerning eye (government, culture, education, spiritualism, and status of progression and agriculture). Immediately, he finds himself hand-drawing all of the terrible scenes because of his own vanity and selfish belief in "his" powers (the Scepter’s graphic abilities are broken immediately). Throughout the whole process of this journey, he reevaluates his Omegon self against the Alphi/Omegi status of the former Enmayi people. These states of Omegon, Alphi/Omegi, and Alphian are about the stages, within structures, of being development within the Virtual Realms. Alphian is the lowest animalistic state. These stages dictate the psychological and spiritual progression of the entire book and that of the reader. They are tied to the "why" of being in existence. The means to their existence is the Enigmni, which creates a virtual arena in physical state - a kind of atmosphere for things to be and happen. Claronu believes that the Enmayi forgot who and what they were, preoccupied by sexual matters both passive and active. His own kind (being) went through the above stages from animal to Omegon and thus overcame whatever element detoured the Enmayi life cycles (reincarnation). Omegons are Angels in final existences before monadship with the All.

While he speaks to himself and at the same time the Scepter (it records everything), Claronu becomes aware that this event is his final initiation before becoming dissolved within the All. He describes how as light beings, all of what is, came through (projected) the Goge portals (suns or stars) into manifest reality. What we naively see is taken for something else in each state. Claronu, being able to know on higher levels because he paid the price of the Law of Consequence, later finds the reason why the planet failed. He projects that Koan and Planca are the initial reasons why the Enmayi beings failed and returned to Alphian ways of animalistic passion. He also tells of how the Agricultural sects headed by Takion, brings war against Koan’s and Planca’s culture and the Leche. The Leche is built to destroy Claronu’s Hytona, but later is accidentally released in orbit around Koan’s own planet. It begins its multifarious phases of destruction. Many die while they strive to leave the planet. Claronu determines that they escaped to an Omegon food and research planet called the Gardened One (third planet from Goge). Claronu later is killed (or tuned out) in a gargantuan explosion that totally destroys a whole sector of that part of the Goge (solar) system. The Scepter is the only survivor and Jupiter becomes a planet rather than a pony sun. Anjona finds it and repairs its parts and sends it to earth with a strong message. The Scepter orbits until 1908 (millions of years) and is later found on the surface in 2008.

Dr. K submits a conclusion with many scenarios as to the archeological evidences that support the data that is before him. He believes that there are "Hidden Parties" that hide in the background helping to guide life on earth. He submits his own plan to a better altruistic means of existence to the director and leaves to check the site where the Scepter originally impacted for more data. He is apparently killed, and the Scepter becomes a keepsake of Koan’s ancestor and later activates to destroy the whole of this sector of Goge due to inaction by the present state of virtual being on earth. December 23, 2012. Will this end all of Humanity?

There is much more herein.

How powerful is the act of "seeing?" Few of us ever stop to think of this awesome operation of perceiving the manifest universe via on board sensory systems built into our very being. Seeing is equated with beliefs, but total sensory contact with reality goes beyond just the traditional five sensory experiences that has enlightened our philosophers and scientists to the point of seeking the ultimate answers to our precise existence.

Mankind’s oldest records say that ancient man was in awe at the sight of light (light is invisible, its effect is seen), and its energizing amplification of experiential processes. Man spent much time writing and meditating upon the complexities of the visual flame. To perceive the world beyond simple, yet empiric-measuring terms was his contribution to us. But did he know what we are only just now coming to understand through quantum physics? Add the new breakthrough technologies like holography, fractal geometry, virtual reality, bio-tech, nanotechnology, and others -- then, you are speaking of powerful concepts worthy of worship.

If perception is the "quantifier" of the world of reality, could this world also be an illusion created by the process of the essence -- the greatest of all virtual realities? Men of old thought that this world we live in was the projected playground of God. That he lived through each localization or being-of-atomic-makeup (all parts of the universe) in a many faceted dance of the elements -- matter. His Essence was the Universe of Megalight, which includes every pixel, or every particle composed of matter -- light -- DNA; and, light indicates prior knowledge, before events.

The Sumerians, Egyptians, and Indus Valley people were the intellects of the mysteries handed down in myth. Some of their most ancient traditions, reflected within the living Hindu religion, seeped through to us from the past in the form of Vedas or songs-of-life, which were recorded in archaic Sanskrit. The secrets of a powerful past lie hidden in what these ancients quantified from their perceptions.

The old texts of the Hindu indicate that reality was a love-act of "seeing" the gods (Devas) or "bright ones," and to be mirrored by that power with an observation or feedback. The process of "seeing" the deity was the sacred part of life called "Dar-san." The believer was consecrated by just the act of Dar-san and thus became all knowing, or worthy of being. Seeing was a form of touching or quantifying (measuring for value). The eye that comprehended the All was the third eye, which went beyond five-sensory perception into the realm of intuition and hyperphysics. The world of the ancient Hindu was many faceted and many godded -- what some would term "Holospirited."

The act of worship for one god was termed "kathenotheism." In this process the devotee’s Dar-san activated and energized the god focused upon. The god became a reality in the life of the beholder, and was no longer a wave, but a particle or part of god, once observed. This many faceted holomovement of "be-ness or being-ness" came to be a part of the religion of Hinduism, the oldest surviving religion of modern man. The very purpose of living to a Hindu is to get out of the feedback loop, and to get off the wheel of existence -- to escape the cycle of manifestation. The goal is to merge into the ultimate and absolute ONCE once again -- to return to the dream or creative element that is timeless. When outside the mega-holographic field of the universe, the being returns to the realm we visit when we release consciousness from the quantifiable form.

Quantum Physics is today’s great measuring devise for all mathematics that make up this, the greatest of all virtual realities. We live in, on and through the greatest assemblage computer of all in a broadcast. It is in an overwhelming movement of quantum reality seeming to comprehend itself through constant feedback-looping to calculate and recalculate at blinding speed, its very becoming known prior.

It is an electromagnetic broadcast that is both waves and particles, interacting with gravity and the weak/strong nuclear force (the three facets of Godhead). Each quality is fundamental and is the very dual personality of manifestation. Neither state of being is complete unto itself, but both states are necessary to give us a complete holo-field of reality. We can never know both states at once, thus never knowing the particulate or wave at one time. As an illusive wave, reality smears out over space where it seems to be everywhere at once, gathering quantum information about the probability of some potential state. Amplify this process to interconnect and influence everything else in space, as it is moving, and you have what we discern as reality within Sequential Time.

This reality is the opposite of the Big Bang...rather, the universe is the Big Broadcast of the Quantinuum, which gets its power from an unseen state of dreams or creative potential -- what some call God. This unseen state exists in timelessness and is thus not able to be quantified. Some see this great broadcast of quantum potential as the ultimate virtual reality, which communicates within and without inner, connected matter. This reality issues from a dream potential background or field into the illusive material state of being and becoming.

The edges of our distant memory about being within this realm are smooth, with few, if any perturbations in the conscious state. Beyond this world lies the potential and its continuum of mindscape or dreamscape. In this world, everything is known at once. Some say we are in touch with the frontiers of a mental hyper-fractal feedback loop that interconnects both beginning and end in an infinite process full of change. Many have equated the mind with the universe. Perhaps we all share this mind on some other level as it seeks to experience existence via ultra-sophistication built beyond the particulate level, on toward the gestalt collection of the One.

The surveyor of this ancient story, Claronu, is at the last state of being -- an "Omegon," as they were called by him. His task is to make the jump off the "wheel of being" into the "All" (generator of the existence field – province of the Enigmni). Will he achieve his Dar-san and realize the reality of existence for himself and the Enmayi? Will he make the jump to, what some call eternity?

What follows are the survey-data that he initiated, along with the follow-up data generated by subsequent interpreters of his acts and renderings. How it (the final story here) was finally found is another story. One must read deeply in order to maintain the fullness of transcending wisdom, for Claronu’s mentality was beyond most of us. We, however, must now make the effort at matching his understanding, to push our mentality to higher levels of discovery. It may be our total purpose for existence...to know who and what we really are.

Submitted by Dr. Somen Tacion Kansk Kosolapdev

Two years ago, I was privileged to be appointed to direct the phenomenon research at the Central Tunguska Region site in Siberia. I consider this more than a favor, since my great-grandfather was there on that day over 100 years ago. For that, I am sincerely thankful that I have had this chance for closure to my family’s participation in the observation of the colossal event, if only involving the sense of hearing and a burning sensation. Thank you.

Closure is indeed the key word to what I am about to put in front of your keen eye. The data held herein, is beyond a doubt, the most important news that mankind has ever had the opportunity to review and thus complete our collective memory. The illustration included herein will serve to show you the magnitude of this absolute statement (Pic. 1). The picture or rendering portrayed is an out-of-time expression of myself at the site. This illustration was "not" done on that date!

It is a proven fact, that the representation of our latest radiation protective gear, with me holding the crystalline capsule, is indeed the question of our entire existence on Earth. This report is about a slice of time and space that happened millions of miles and years from here! It is the one and only enigma that any being can truly say is ultimate and absolute arcane! Silence is all I can express!

The enigma of course is that the picture, and many others, were generated by a being named (per our translations) -- Claronu -- or something like that. His words and visuals were on board the crystalline capsule found at a site near the explosion that took place overhead some 80.5 km (50 miles) away from my great grandfather’s farmland in 1908. The exact coordinates are attached in related materials sections.

My father, who was killed while fighting in Afghanistan, told me the many stories that his grandfather had relayed to him of the morning of June 30, 1908, when the sun seemed to take flight across the Tungus region, culminating in a giant column

of upward rushing debris and flame. It could be seen from as far way as Bratsk. Some reports say that many saw it from 482.7 km (300 miles) away. It must have been brilliant. Much timber and many reindeer were deleted from life that day. Scientists of the day thought it was a large meteor that impacted the earth. Later some thought it was early experimentation of atomic devices by past advanced earthbound civilizations. Now we know part of the story.

My great-grandfather was said to have gradually lost his hearing from that point on. The hair on the back of his head and ears was singed as he said he turned away from the manifesting sight, anticipating something. His clothing was useless thereafter, taking on a plastic characteristic. I am sure you too have heard all the old stories and perhaps have read up on them for this highly important project. It is said that "white-nights" were produced by after-effects of the blast. I will not burden you with the amazing accounts that only those dead have experienced.

These stories are what piqued my curiosity, from youth on, to study and learn all I could about the event at Tunguska. Of great importance to this report are the stories, which indicated that, as the object passed on its final trajectory toward Tunguska, a glowing object seemed to eject, or pass away from the main, larger primary form. The ratio was (according to first-hand viewers) approximately 1/30th the size of the larger. Since my great grandfather had reported such a sighting secondhand from his neighbor, I have also received reinforcement from later reports. These stories and other data have always intrigued me and served as the catalyst to undertake this assignment. My love of the land is also another reason for my interests.

Finding any result of such an ejection was considered impossible except for the tradition of the peoples of the region. They saw it happen, and as always, reported a secondary element -- a low-pitched hum.

Off and on for almost 100 years, that hum has been reported by reliable sources. It seemed to come from a region some 64.4-km (40 miles), east of the primary detonation site. Since the primary site was determined (by specialists) to be caused by an air explosion rather than an impact phenomenon, there was no reason to link the two expressions together. This is an area we are still not settled upon.

My father had always corroborated the sound to me, but I must admit I had never heard it, even upon the occasions when he and I visited the area in my youth.However, upon visiting the local area, after my father’s demise, I began to hear the sound. It was a low-pitched hum, and the effect it produced was indescribable. I felt as though my heart were singing. Strange, but that is the only verbal description I can offer.

Some 17 years ago, the former Soviet space program had reported magnetic data from that region which did not correspond to the primary site that also had a lessor magnetic reading. It was east of the primary – some 62 km (38.6 miles) away from the big blast zone. The U. S. Military offered some declassified data that also held the same information, as did our military. Two years ago, at the behest of a grant from the Russian Federation of Geological Exploration, and with support from foreign interests such as the United States, Japan, France, England and China, we began the search for what was supposed to be a particle from a blackhole, a comet or a meteor. Little did we know then that a far greater enigmatic discovery was waiting at the threshold of our initiative.

Due to the adverse climatic conditions of the area, the weather only permitted us to work for four months out of the year in the region. Since we had a very limited temporal span in which to work, I feel extremely fortunate in terminating the initial phases of this exploration with complete success as our reward. In the first year, we only managed to establish the fact that there was indeed several sources, some hotter than others, to merit the cost in funds and the human effort of hand digging in permafrost.

In May of last year (2007) we struck scientific gold. The exact date was May 9, six years after the arcane asteroid conjunctions in 2001. It was early in the morning, when Cheska, a local member of the digging team, came to my quarters which were located in the large landcruisers which were joined. His shouts established that his hearing was causing him pain due to a high vibration from some nearby source. It later turned out to be the loudest hum ever heard in the area – so strong, that coffee was seen to vibrate in its tin on my makeshift desk. I heard the sound, though I first confused it with the generators sitting just outside the landcruisers.

I called in the research team’s helicopters with location devices to be dropped in the area of the most sensitive readings. Through triangulation and pure luck, we were able to pinpoint an area of the loudest readings, just as the sun began to rise. We swept into the area with great anticipation. At the loudest site, we found an area overgrown with pine and other shrubs, making it as difficult as possible. We landed the choppers at a place somewhat accessible to our crew, and sent the craft back to pick up equipment for the hard digging ahead of us.

Radiation was one of my prime concerns at first, but alas, there was none associated with the area, though we put on our safety suits anyway before approaching the strongest audio readings. There was much timber in the spot that we detected, but as soon as I could reach the ground around the impact zone, I found myself almost clawing the ground to find the source of all this noise.

The old crater was surrounded in a horticulturist’s nightmare, with pine leading the way to all manner of debris. After we cleared the area, we exposed a crater, which was about 6.1 meters in diameter, and 3 meters in depth. Wearing our cumbersome radiation suits; we set to work, digging by hand. The excavating went on for five days, and each retrieved particle was analyzed for scientific relevance, with resulting data assigned to "go/no-go" status for each stratigraphic level.

Finally, on May 10th, we reached what first appeared to be a charred geometric form resting in millions of tektites, what some scientists call fire-pearls. The object seemed to be covered with some kind of husk that had been almost totally burned away by the friction produced during its entry into the atmosphere. Parts of the husk that had survived were taken for analysis to determine its chemical makeup. (Such tests today have shown that it is alien to our technology — a mystery that supports the truth of this encounter).

We slowly removed the debris and tektites from around the object which appeared to be a six-sided form that was over 1.22 meters (4 feet) long, and .52 meters (1.7 feet) thick. We removed the charred material to reveal a crystalline object almost diamond-like in structure, and as clear as glass. The attached visual materials (done four million years ago) will show you the process of digging as we were monitored by remote-controlled video cameras attached to our radiation suits near the headgear. These cameras are called "reality grabbers" and are made in the United States. They holographically measure reality that is to be utilized in the reconstitution of visual information not readily determined initially. It is connected to the satellites for geo-positioning of all signals.

At some point, I recall looking up at one of the overhead cameras while wearing the protective gear, to show the 51 cms. (20 inch) wide edge of the apparatus. This is when events became most bizarre. This visual was later found, along with many others, in the interior of the crystalline object, which contained the most wondrous device (Pic. 2) and (Pic. 3). This rod-like, machine-like, and computer specific object, had unique markings that looked like words or symbols.

The whole apparatus, which included strange double helical forms inside, was later recognized as the Scepter of Claronu. We later learned that this tool was carried by Claronu at all times. It was able to project for us, holographic data or messages that the surveyor recorded somehow. Stored away in the crystalline container’s interior, we also found the remains of what looked like portions of hand-drawn notebooks. We also realized that the pulsing of the machine at various phase periods — which we are studying now, must have generated the hum. We do not know the total workings of this strange machine, but we do know the primary purpose for its message and its messenger.

The double-helical forms could be easily seen through the transparent structure of the Scepter. At the time, we did not recognize these forms for what they were. They were later proven to be small icons of embedded visual information, which were controlled by an on-board power system linked to some source that reacted like a computer or mentality. The "mind" is still a part of our search. Upon returning to the research vans at our center, we were able to discover how to extract the data with light irradiation. We were completely fascinated by these small flickering images recorded in its tiny interior.

Before we left the site, however, we utilized the reality-grabber systems located in our helmets, to survey the area one more time, thinking that we might need to return for more data at a later date. It was almost intuitive, or perhaps the Scepter reminded us on a subliminal level, that there was still something else that we must have overlooked. We hope that the reality-grabber’s virtual reality simulation capabilities will enable us to reconstruct the site at a later date for deeper evaluations.

When we arrived at the vans located at the area’s university research center, we "ran a cleaning" by irradiation of all materials associated with the site, except for the Scepter object. We feared that we might destroy some parts of the devices systems, or data on-board in its interior. Later we determined that the object itself was clean in and of its own systems to do such an operation. We were amazed. There was nothing on the object, not even our germs. It seems that tiny nano-like machines or micro-cleansers swept the Scepter clean upon an interior detection system’s alarm. To observe this process in action is another indication of the superior knowledge behind the technology. We have much to learn from this object that is beyond its apparent message.

Upon closer investigation of the material of construction in the Scepter’s building, an unusual event occurred. As you are aware, my team is in the habit of debriefing every three hours, or thereabouts, with the expressed purpose of retrieving data in a timely manner, thus keeping our minds clear and fresh in regards to the project. In doing this, we all became aware that the breakdown of the Scepter was proceeding at a rapid rate, and most of us felt that the apparatus was the primary reason for such success. It was somehow encouraging us or helping us to "learn" its meanings via a subtle broadcast to our minds — the hum. A deeper investigation will come later, but our primary effort seems to point to a coherency-effect that unites the mind through Alpha, Delta, and Theta waves. We found evidence of such data being broadcast to our minds on a subconscious level. We believe that it is communicating with us on many channels through media we may not know.

The first sequence of breakdown was to remove the rod-like device inside the clear crystalline container. It was metallic, almost as if gold could be transparent and as solid, yet sturdier than steel. The complexity of the apparatus required that we be careful to the extreme, so that no damage would come to this apparent marvel. What first appeared as little depressions on its surface, became ports — minuscule dots of light scattered over the surface. Although arranged in Fractal Patterns, this light seemed to reflect through undulating double-helix construction that adjoined the crystalline casing holding the Scepter. In certain lighting situations, the science crew in the lab thought they saw objects such as parts of pictures or symbols. This effect was short-lived, just as one would look at a hologram or magic-view poster in white-light holography and loses the image after looking too long. A precisely timed, mental flex was required to see these little pictures or icons.

Finally, we separated the rod from the encasement and viewed the entire apparatus with an eye on determining what it was. Nothing was broken in taking the two systems apart from each other, yet it was like unto working an old Chinese puzzle in twisting and clicking the symbols correctly or incorrectly, to divide the two main parts. In viewing the interior of the crystalline form, we determined that partial fragments of Claronu’s original drawings on a paper-like substance were still stored in one of its compartments. To obtain an absolute date on the retrieved materials, we utilized the fission track method, with the refined techniques developed by Karbolevsky only two years ago. We were confused and initially disbelieving of the results obtained, because the technique indicated an antiquity of over four million years. This was thought to be impossible. Yet, another test performed later indicated a similar age. It was not until later testing, that we came to accept and respect the dates. Their results strengthen this reports importance.

Though Claronu’s ancient renderings are for the most part totally fragmented and currently appear as a conundrum to our specialists, we now know that Anjona had them copied in a holographic format that was sealed in the crystalline and rod elements. That is where the facets of the helical forms come into play as crucial data. The fragments are presently being reassembled microscopically and may shed new light on this project at a later date.

The rod has proven to be the most unbelievable aspect of the whole procedure. It seems to be more than just a computer, graphical interface, friend or companion, and media carrier; it seems alive some how. The object is a long tapering element that goes from 8.9 cms (3.5 inches) to 3.6 cms (1.4 inches) within some 1.2 meters (4 feet) of length. Its color is overall a translucent gold, with spectral emphasis sparkling out at various times. It simply shines in interludes of iridescence at various appropriate moments — periods that it deems important.

When it is held by anyone, that person feels a strong attachment to the object thereafter. It is what we would call a "smart-tool." As of now, there are no after-effects from handling the rod, other than a natural inclination to want to just maintain some attachment to it. We have discovered that there are controls on the rod that can make anyone have a period of happiness or even a better day. The rod alone, is proof that this project is true, because we do not have the technology to produce anything like it at this point in our development. It is beyond our mentality.

We cannot pretend to understand completely, at any rate, the controls of this wondrous device, but we have discovered certain basic functions. The cumulative effect appears to be the product of a system of learning that works in conjunction with the crystalline structure, and also, it can work independently on its own. By chance, we discovered that a strong laser-like functionality of spectral emissions is directed from a source on the rod to the helical forms, or folds in the crystalline structure. At this point, we learned of certain adjustments that create the wonderful effects which produce the holographic images that you will encounter in this report on various pages. These holographic visuals may be seen in thin air or else can be focused on any object in white-light holographic resolution. Another function of this mechanism also caused considerable astonishment among the members of our research team. To our unabashed amazement, we found that it produces sound along with the images, and most importantly, it produces some sort of language.

The discovery of sound and language started with the images of projection. When seen, the sound automatically comes to reinforce the events or psychological feelings associated with the visual. Language was also projected conjointly. In addition, when touched or electronically interfered with, the symbols created what sounds like a being’s voice or a simulation of that voice along with background sounds. The presentation is much more than our computer simulations — it is total expression.

The discovery of all the support data, falling into proper sequence with almost supernatural ease, facilitated our efforts in deciphering the data and language of the "message." To our great surprise, a melding of ancient Egyptian and Sumerian proved to be a distant relative of this unknown language. Even though not related to the above "meldings" of old tongues, a third language, now called "Indus-Z" (the language spoken in the ancient Indus culture at Mohenjo-Daro) proved to be the "bridge" of enormous utility to understanding Claronu’s messages. The addition of this third language system linked with the others combined into a more complex formula that expressed as a "triangulation" of data. We owe thanks to Dr. Yisa Denaron of Thurston University for his recent discovery (2003) of the Indus-Z database system. His "breakthrough" work in third-level language has become an interceder for translation because of its computer-like syntactical/symbolic relationship and purity of expression. This is nothing short of revelatory and completely demonstrates that we are dealing with a vortex of data that points to a human-like reality from distant vistas.

I feel that the rod is constantly scanning our minds for data to translate into making the job of our learning an easier one. I would not be amazed if it began to speak to us at some point later in our search. We just do not know how to accomplish that at this time.

All the data that we are garnering from this project are being fed to a massive bank of computers that will be putting out a separate report that is somewhat foreign to data that usually comforts scientists. It will be devoid of politics, history, propaganda, and the usual dogma that clutters up what some call truth. Its meaning will be elaborated upon in the final "conclusions" section.

This preliminary report is designed merely to serve as an informal orientation to you, so that we may prepare for a complete presentation of our findings to the scientific organizations of the world. The date for this presentation is entirely at your discretion. I will allow the next few sections to speak for themselves, so that you may appreciate the power and the urgency of the ancient message, which has been revealed to us through this early research. My own conclusion will, as earlier stated, be appended at the end of the translated material of Claronu, and Anjona. I have some rather earth-shattering concepts to add, backed by the computer models and recent discoveries in various other disciplines.

Please read all the selections with great care, for each detail appears to be transcendentally important and scientifically quirky. Claronu’s message requires deep analysis for his language was unlike ours. His mentality was different than ours. I say this in no disrespect to my colleagues, but it was hard for us to buy into it at first, because we are scientists, therefore reserved. Yet, read the message and its meaning to our future. You will need to prepare for marveling!

Provided below are the most recent translations of Claronu’s terminology. It is provided to make your read of this data easier; though, I fear such a "read" in view of this report’s complexity, is beyond cordiality.

1. Enigmni — The moving aspect of the All, active Godhead...the purveyor of Virtual Realms. Its symbol is the Hand that Sees (What cannot be created by mind, but that whereby mind and creation is One). The hand that sees is the mind that moves. Enigmni is the moving spirit of God. (Holy Spirit?) Enigmni is the absolute, ultimate unknowable — void within and without of voids.

2. Enmayi — The beings who have lived on the Enmayi World since the beginning of Time in this sector of the universe.

3. Claronu — An "arrived" being who has lived at the highest level of Being Existence. He is an Omegon, one who is in the last phase of existence before localizing permanently with the All in Timelessness. Claronu is a surveyor of physical data.

4. Anjona — Claronu’s Superior Shepherd or Leader of the Omegons on planet Hytona (Mars). Anjona is the background mover in this relationship. His strategy is played out in this sector of Goge Systems.

5. Koan — Leader of the Enmayi people, once just a high master of a leadership group of Alphi/Omegi Enmayi. He is taken by Planca, and falls in love with the being. He is the scientist who created the Leche. He became an Omegon Initiate.

6. Planca — A clerk of the Omegon Shepherds who is not totally an Omegon. She is called the "Child of Light." She engages Koan in the Chase...sequence of events that creates Chaos of feedback-looping. She is the bringer of renewed Alphian journeys. She became an Omegon Initiate.

7. Takion — Leader of the Agri-landers. Leader of the rebellion of Alphi/Omegis who do not wish to join Koan’s ways. Takion is closest of Enmayi beings to the world of Omegonship. Was bestowed Omegon status by Anjona on earth (The Gardened One).

8. Leche — An awesome weapon created to destroy Hytona in a phased methodology that culminates in total destruction on a planet wide basis. It was designed and created by Koan, a scientist as well as leader of the Enmayi.

9. Shema — A small space shuttle of multitudinous capabilities when joined with a Scepter or smart tool computer. Shema is powered by exterior connections to the sectors of Timelessness via broadcast in the form of Omegon knowledge.

10. Ult-Shema — Spacecraft designed to traverse vast distances in space. Ult-Shemas were utilized by the Omegons and Enmayi to voyage to the Gardened One.

11. Scepter — Scepter has the same connections as Shema but cannot move through time and space but must be carried by an Omegon. Scepter is a tool that integrates with the mind of the collective and its prime owner. Scepter also has many capabilities onboard such as a surveyor’s (abilities) on a higher level. Scepters aid their collectives with broadcast from Timelessness. Scepter can destroy as well as create. Its power in the hands of a knowledgeable user are awesome...beyond the Leche.

12. Potdomes — Translucent coverings that once covered the heads of all Enmayi in the cities (seats). These potdomes were coated with special elements to shelter the bodies of Enmayis from the rays of the small, yet orbiting pony sun called Egog.

13. Egog — Egog is the dog star or now in its chemical state, the planet Jupiter. Its fire kept this interior of the Goge System alive with its co-opted light because it orbited such light was periodic and changing.

14. Gardened One — Name given by Omegons to describe the status of a lessor planet of high volatility used by the beings of Hytona and lessor moons as a food source in their early development, and later as a planet of experimental development in genetics. Gardened One has no long lasting civilizations due to its imbalance of structure. This condition will eventually become an advantage when Macro Structures are developed in future times as described by Anjona. Gardened One is earth.

My Words, my visions, are these, as I survey this lost world of the Enmayi. I am here at the behest of Anjona, my Superior Shepherd of the realms of Hytona. It is my task to record the data of each and every element in motion that suggests a message or information about the messenger of the Enmayi’s past. This will be done even as the ultimate weapon, Leche, sets sail in the orbit held overhead. I can see Leche even now from the visor of my Shema, the craft that delivered me here.

I will start the survey at the light of morrow. Until then, my task will set me to preparing my tunic and lessertac for the journey inland to the inter-realm of the poor Enmayi. As my words cannot escape the strata above, because of the electromagnetic issuance of the Leche weapon, I record this data for my Shepherd, Anjona. Thus, I clear the Shema for inter-night meditation and deep localization in the All. Signal Stop. Duration 11.2.0.1

What appears to be morrow-light (not like Hytona) descends as I awaken — Leche has done its designed job, for darkness is like a veil, forever present in this, the remains of Enmayi’s dreams. Surely it is a "dis-creation" that they have wrought upon themselves! Certainly, I know there remains no life to extend me the spewing of unfamiliar hatred. Ahau, this expressed loneliness is beyond any of my past experiences! Least of all, I have hush to defeat noise, with only their fruitions and works as my silent two-way communication. Good for contemplation, bad for future hopes.

Visual acuity must be my singular high reward, for no speech will rise today other than my descriptions to Scepter. Loneliness will surely be a severe companion seeking to dull my normally sharp observational skills. This task smells of a result that I shudder to meditate upon.

I leave the Shema (Pic. 5) now and set foot on the landing-zone of Enmayi flight – the avatar’s port, heading toward the distant potdomes (formerly covered areas) which rise in the Seat (city) there in the distance. The first sights to greet me lie exactly 322 strides ahead. I will be there shortly (Scepter to Triangulate distances).

My pathway is toward the zenith of the Seat-State, and its rubbled entryway lies directly before me (Pic 6). The plain I leave behind with my Shema is vastly shaped into the configuration of a clover-quad plant (recently designed on Gardened One). This is where much traffic involving the drastic flights of the Enmayi from what destroyed them — the Leche? No remains of Shemas, or their parts, can be seen by my penetrating gaze. However, the flatland behind me is covered in ashes of explosions, parts of dwellings, translucents — most are no larger than myself showing great force. As I stride precisely, I am almost to the dangerous cave-like entry to this first potdome of the Enmayi Seat.

Giant ponderous parts of once painful efforts at aesthetics greet my view as I step from the edge of the avatar’s flight-zone onto the plain leading to the rubble of the Seat. Exacting psycho-scientific data is now being recorded by my Scepter, a companion device for compression of my dialogue and visual survey in symbols language. This data is for the mind of Anjona, who shepherds the meanings into a new reality. This is my verbal-mark upon entry to my task. Mark.

As I enter upon a once well trod pathway toward the cut patterns designed into the entryway, I see no evidence of surviving plant matter — only dead particles of once beautiful expressions of the Agri-lander's horticulturists, who were once well thought of, by the beings called Enmayi. Since no being has trodden this path for 20 or more orbits of Goge, most organics are in a state of stark dissolution. Messages from elementals relating to the Enmayi are not readily apparent in the bits and parts that are scattered upon the cut causeway. I approach the yawning hole of darkness, which is reported by prior surveillance, to be the way in and out from the city or Seat. My multi talented Scepter will light the way.

The passageway is exceedingly pungent and dusty — perhaps the deterioration remains of beings drifting in the wind-spawned atmosphere. Ebonish and dank is this hole that spans some twenty by thirty strides — enough for hordes of terrorized citizens to attempt to escape at a moments notice to the avatar’s flight plain. I see the evidence as well as feel it. My senses are getting stronger and more attuned with the Scepter’s help. I must beware of too much confidence stealthily positioned by the Scepter’s secret means. Omegons are above this.

This tunnel shows the cutting of high powered light beams (like my Scepter) on the surfaces of walls and ceilings of this structure. The heights of desperation are exhibited here by shoddy swipes at the walls or perhaps they fought each other to escape faster. The Citizens of the Enmayi must have charged in abject terror to abscond from their own creation and demise — Leche. Ahead, dim light shows its presence some 36 strides away. The excitement of discovery is quickening my taste for survey — I shall hurry to utilize my acclaimed psycho-examinations!

I boast too soon, for perception deceives the very eyes I rely upon — though, a glance at Scepter proves me wrong. The slight glow I now observe on the wall is the shining reflection from my own from, coupled with the reflected brilliance entering from some 52 strides ahead. I will establish a setting here with such a shiny surface before me, shot by the Scepter’s on board graphic system. It will accompany my survey to Shepherd Anjona on Hytona. This representation will catalog my point of service to the beings of Hytona. Though, perhaps, I think too much of myself? It is only a setting (Pic. 7).

Ahau! This smoothness is too much the slicker. A telling from the All. I deserved this event for my reversion to Alphi/Omegi status. Could it be these surroundings? Ahau! Now I have slipped again and the subsequent lunge into the wall has destroyed the very tool that I needed to visually portray what I survey. No visual backup? It appears the only salvageable visual will be this prideful representation that I sought forcefully to obtain. It is my deserves that are just. Omegons do not work in such a selfish, sloppy fashion.

Mind, where are you? I never have, in this form, slipped mentally this way — a double slipping. I am a surveyor that has the knowledge to scrutinize all symbols, for the most minute, therefore deepest details. Yet, by "my" hand, drafted details are always best! This report will have an aesthetic slant to it, for I shall complete the loop of data with my personal renderings done by the hand that sees and seeks – as the Enigmni does.

Perhaps, I should observe on a contemplatively deeper level so that no other accident takes my remaining device (hand) away. On morrow, I will not wear this lessertac suit either. I shall explore and scout the Seat-scape with pack, Scepter, and my base

being. Why not? There’s no one here to see me in what Goge delivered at manifestation. Ah! I will be attired as at home – not like the very beings I now report upon. Although, respectfully, I brought my lessertac to wear for those in absentia. Why do I seek to convince myself? Who is here to twinkle at my form? (They are) long past and far away!

Humph! I retreat into past knowings. Meticulous survey requires a higher-ordered psyche, with less prattle, and more penetrating data. I must go past my "given" form and return to the task at hand which is to know the Enmayi mentality and why it was in aberration. My search truly starts just past this wasted entry full of old glories. I will climb over it and observe.

A blast of data is at hand! Through the parting in the stone-crumbled walls, suddenly data ushers in a vista of stimuli that disaster should not present in such decrepit beauty (Pic. 8). Ah, pain, such pain — my somber senses overshadow my expectations of such reported damnation couched presently, in utter pity. Its passive issuance feeds me visions in jagged coarseness that rips the structures of my soul. Precious beings who had arrived at such quantum solidity – to have started in such highly conscious light, deserve not this pallor reserved for the highest of sins. For them to have come to such abject complexity of "stuff" gathering is telling of messages held deep in a spiritless soaking-of-blood in bounteous data. Dark meaning lurks here (Pic. 9)!

I scream in disgust, though unheard in the heights of this Enmayi nightmare! Eeeah! How? Why, when they were, early on, given the secret of the absolute and ultimate unknowable? It was given them at the very start of this experiment in existences in this projected life plane! Billions of orbits ago, their fate was blessed and their purposes were defined by the very "word" inherent in nature’s means. The book of symbols in life's nature is all so self-evident!

I...I, Claronu, sit here at the entry hatch cut by the shaking and terror stricken hands of the former citizens, to escape the last dying gasps perpetrated on them by someone else’s insanity. From the perspective of a piercing stare, emanating from a superbeing’s vision, the totality of the mass of overburdening messages loaded by their actions, is seething in abundance. I am weakened by it all — expecting more of their spirits perhaps. Weeping has done it to me. I am faint from weeping – unable to catch my mentality in perfect sequence and fearful that I may, at some point, realize that I do not weep for them, but for what I may become as a result of this apparent initiation – once an assignment. Remembrances are now slithering back in their sordid guises.

Snaking across the sky above, I see the bulbous Leche device, of their own construction and their final ending, challenging me to survey this story in total. The weight of all these factors is too much. The super-will I so easily prided myself in, seconds ago, cannot carry me further on this morrow. I must focus all my strength toward returning to Shema for recollection of my powers. Signal Stop — Duration 2 1.2.02 (Scepter automatic interlace)

This morrow starts (according to my habits). The interior entry is now my post to survey the total message structure of all that I inculcate with my superior senses. I discern the interior of a destroyed potdome with its framework beams and ties presenting a twisted, yet wasted image of obsolete sculpture in chaos. They wave in reaction to the effects of a pulsating Leche inhibiting and inducing weather as it orbits over my head. As I render all that I see, (MARK) I will present the Leche overhead and at times a small rendering of myself for size relationships (so others may judge).

The Leche device peers down upon me as it is now centered in my view. Expressions of Enmayi art seem to inquire upon my form, from all angles. I will delineate in electric silver-stylus upon note pads from Shema, all that I fathom. At times, I will also show quanta relationships with the Scepter, or my drawn form in the sketches. This data is for the Scepter’s distribution in sequence program (Mark) for future quantification.

Scattered before my perceptual gaze, I see the wreckage of their mental pursuits. The Enmayi’s creative soul-messages borne upon every element and principle incorporated in their works, sings out to me in clarion tones as lamentable meanings to their very existences. The fruits of their leveraged being will be known to me, without a relapse of my emotional selfishness to cloud my survey. I am in the Omegon State of highest concentration. It is a condition of the highest level of entity progress and development.

Ghosts exist in any form of entity creation, in that their very mind is encoded into the solid manifest symbol in matter (Reason). I see their fruits of labor and it betrays their souls. One could let a ghost exist if one would open his mind to such. I can survey their very pallid thoughts at the moment of creation. Yet, for some reason, I feel almost as though I am being watched by the prodigious projects that litter this horrid realm, which unfolds before me (Pic. 10). The power of mind is transcendental when used meditatively. The feedback of the information between their creations and my mind still creates loops of communications on super conscious levels. I must pay no attention to the subliminal idea and seek the gestalt view. Their spirits now dwell in the protection of All-MIND and have aftereffects only on the lower mentality of semiconsciousness — domain of the Alphi/Omegi.

Caution is necessary, as I maneuver in and through this old Seat of Enigmni. Every message is taken by my scanning mental-eye where it is soaked up in many lifetimes of experience, plus the eye has the blessing of mental meditations with the All. Their scratches, embellishments of pride — all this filters through the plenitude of my Omegon memory (Pic. 11). Within me churns new data, constantly reinforced by changing feedback looping that corrects and amplifies toward truth of a message. All this chatter, just to keep myself on assignment and to compress the silence of so many parts of the whole that are only here in their former creator’s conceptional renderings. I already am beginning to miss them, and hope to join them in Timelessness to rejoice with them regarding their great works.

Ah, such devastation suggests a cause by that old nemesis of lost civilizations ... complexification. It must have been convolution, without the goal sought so hard by the cause itself, that failed before the jump to higher intellectual understanding. Such a magisterial leap would have eliminated their fall. The Enmayi just could not perceive all the gestalted consternation of what they had created and experienced, as a result of rampant change, ungoverned chaos. Apparently, it had become too mentally intense to inculcate all the data; so collectively, they simply reverted back to the base cause — the self. It might have fomented their end.

Self love is pathetically evident everywhere, since entities always seek just one thing in the early stages of prescient development. Why such preoccupation with their recognition? The desire to be over-indulged? Though, I once loved only the Me of my being when I experienced the many sojourns of being an Alphian. Oh! I loved myself so! Now, I know the pains of self-recognition. Why must I always remind myself? Am I not fully Omegon?

In their beginnings, the Enmayi were given the total sacred-knowledge of the All so as to create this new pointillized and quantified world of theirs, palpitating into virtuality (time and space). Their knowing this is an invariable law of existence prior to manifestation. Before their globular state, while still in pure plasmic form, the "they" that made up their first contingent to this orb, were exceedingly ready to bring the emblem of the Logos (Reason) into physical play via projection into hardcopy. What a wonderful age, but beware, see the results of not remembering the secret of the hand and eye! Even now I see isolated evidence of the most ancient symbol of the Enigmni hidden within and under more contemporary creations. Why did they not remember within their deepest consciousness, this old law?

Curious? I do not topically detect evidences of the Alphian form in the Enmayi’s earliest periods of existence. Though the Alphians made up half of their total beings, I can only see small, but recent tracings of the self-lovers. Surely some were kept in the

lower depths of this lost Seat (city) sans of civilization? They could not have survived all these orbits without the other half of the equation. As entities, the Alphian states have uniformly communicated through time sequences, "You can’t do without us." New entities cultivate within them, as part of the learning methodology in preparation for the Omegon State, which is beyond elemental birth. Could there be some esoteric unknown here?

All of my prior surveys of other, like worlds, have always messaged the survival of the total spectrum of entity development and ascendancy in this, the "hard-field" of virtual projection. It is law, and totally necessary. Why not here? There are the Alphians, created after the first "builders" who were advanced Alphi/Omegis; then, after the genesis, the perpetualizer forms of both categories always grow thereafter, utilizing the fluids and elements of creation to continue the material state of being in this alternate reality. Having been in on the beginning of this sector, I know this was the initial plan here also. After all, this is the journey that all, as well as myself, must traverse in the striving to attain the Omegon state. Omegon is the final essence capable of high material form. We are the providers who also watch.

Since I have experienced all universal psychic characteristics and behaviors of these forms from minor to major states, I should think that eventually I will indeed find much evidence of Alphian remains in the depths of this old Seat. Yet, all I presently see here in this first potdome are the singular records of Alphi/Omegi beings with their accomplishments in demolished broadcast — such loud media to the intellect!

From my preliminary and cursory evaluation, I see the Enmayi reached some of the Phase II level of entity authority. They had created and occupied forms of high sophistication in the early days of their projected arrival on this orb. Given only the symbol of Enigmni, they derived the perfect form for this environment. This was their first world, and apparently, only their first, for they did not create any other worlds as entities usually do in other realms of existences that have reached the Phase II advancement level. Why did they vary from the formula necessarily appointed from Timelessness (Pic. 12)?

Existence and its germinating ability to locally comprehend itself in succeeding material forms, is the mystery embedded in the symbol of the Enigmni — the programmed physical leveraging means to Deity. Only Deity is privy to the ultramacro-vision of the

burgeoning cause toward effect. Perhaps what went wrong, according to my cursory evaluation to this pre-morrow’s offering to me was, in reality, exactly the "right" mode for their ancient impetus toward the All. This survey is the grandest challenge to my deepest knowledge of celestial manifestations. I am supremely in debt for such blessings.

The Enmayi progressed from, what some would call an ideal condition, to an advanced Phase II civilization and maintained a thoroughly high level of achievement

for so many millions of orbits. It is as though they ruled this quadrant of this system in perpetuity. Such evidence is both a tribute and dilemma when one factors in the end result of their final works. One could almost hate those who caused this final fatality, unless they be Omegon and see the whole spectrum of the overall plan. Perhaps I will soon distinguish the involution of that plan. There would be a virtual continuation of this divine planning — if some Enmayi were able to survive somewhere in the oceans of space and matter. From here, my view surveys only dark foreboding results from such a chance.

In certitude, my mind condenses facts and chance — Enmayi influence in the manifest realms equates to much burdensome subjugation in their last days. This I feel as well as surmise from shallow graves. Their seriousness of mentality, ambition and power issued from the beginning until these last few digits of their whole time of duration. A seamless journey of constant and steady progress marked their curving trajectory of "be-ness" within the common spiral of life. They sought to develop essentially all thoughts upon creative existences. It appears they tried everything sane before insanity. I see no natural elements of failure in their works until a questionable self-destruction some 20 to 30 orbits ago. To have existed millions of orbits in a perfect climb is almost against the laws of Goge. I had not this gift! Ergo, this end I have not been gifted.

In steady stance I view a panorama — piercing concentration, the mode. I know the entities of the Enmayi demanded of themselves the highest of perfection in all that they attempted. Their degree of applied knowledge went finally beyond political wraps, to focus upon impacts of all aspects in phenomenal projection. Logic and reason enveloped in spirit guided their collective society to being poised for Omegon entry. Then came the derangement!

Here among all their artifacts are myriads of experiments in mental design that cannot feign boredom as a cause to become distracted. Though in absolute destruction, the parts betray intricately patterned productions that I must admit, I cannot adequately render such beauty in my drawn reports — time does not permit, and I must admit my inferior desire for speed of survey, handicaps my best output (Pic 13). Further, the Leche contrivance pulsates in squirts of death, the need to present an economy-of-scale survey.

Ah, their passion for creation, none have I ever detected before today’s view. In the distance, dimly, I see more wonders to marvel upon when the next morrow strikes its period for more exploration. I shall return to those sectors of the Seat after my localization at the Shema. It has been a full period of orientation, but next comes the deeper study. Signal Stop — Duration 3 1.2.0.3

Dawns the new morrow, and I, Claronu - The Omegon Surveyor, seek additional messages from adjacent potdomes to the last observed sites. A superficial observation suggests that I am now approaching the domains of their learning locales. Images tell me that in this once enclosed dome of translucence (now twisted beams writhingly pointing to the Leche) indicate that education was once taken here. Symbols of their language appear in positioned importance upon every wall and device to trumpet the mystery of mind. Surely, I will know their secrets of intellect after this penetration of their skeletal souls so readily displayed before me (Pic 14).

Learning has always meant climbing the structured steps toward the All. Knowing has required a mind saturated in the light-of-seeking where the entity imbibes life’s esoteric meanings from the "cup of the hand that sees." I feel sure that as I climb these many steps before me, that the very essence of the Enmayi’s psyche will disrobe to my persistent probing of their spiritual passion (Pic. 15). Indeed, these are the tombs and tomes (to my eye) of departed will.

Keyed in the rubble of this citadel to scholarship, I scan deep meaning from each symbol that the beings created for their initiates. Their education was a strength-based methodology, inculcated through gestalt meaning, ever exponentially rippling through the sensual lens of mind. As they progressed in this school of life, they grew by the proficiency of their known abilities, rather than being taught a memorized body of thought unrelated to other knowns. Memorization was effortlessly reinforced by a natural sequence in relevance to juxtaposed data. Each faceted individual learned through their own component parts brought into this virtual life. Some were many talented, others were not so fortunate. Each being entered this world on a journey of their own choosing and on a mission from Timelessness. The curriculum worked around the entities’ strengths, building globally out to sequentially fill the voids of unknown principles. No other system have I seen so strong, only in exception to the higher Omegon, do I bow.

It is joyous to stand here in a familiar place. I love mind. This grand facility once housed the teachers of the Enmayi civilization, which included at one time the secret of the Enigmni. I see it represented here, although in its later days, it was defamed and ignored. Ahau! Education without the end and beginning of a journey is none at all.

Upon the walls of this old great temple are the very icons of their past accomplishments. Deciphering these symbolic messages will corroborate my theory of their knowledge of the Enigmni’s secret.

Such former walls of repute, divulge more than just their prominence of cognitive affairs, they knew the secrets of the mental computer that is the inherited lens of every entity to the virtual state (Pic. 16). These walls of aggrandizement tell the secret all Omegons know, that the lens is the means of interface with a world composed of pixels of atomic programming containing the laws governing this gambit which issues from the broadcast of the All. A teacher to Enmayi students here points out the methods of this tool. Their wisdom was indeed ready for the ascension to Omegon state. What went wrong with such a base of unmovable spiritual wealth?

Continued exploration of these hallways of their academy sends the chill of former feeling to my monadic spirit. Sadness is not usually a point of dwelling upon in my state, but I feel pain for those who exerted supremely for the good and ended up unfulfilled and in retrogression. There was once greatness here expressed in creative tangible form, yet now I foresee that one little element of existence has caused this end that I retrace here. Their end was a case of learning the evils of leveraging and collusion over what they had for millions of orbits prior — that being gestalt love and a unique body form.

I have often psycho-visualized a point of observation that lets me see all that makes virtual existence and "life" understandable to the Alphi/Omegi. Everything that has made entities what they are comes into a focused vision that details the total life-spectrum — here is the point-of-departure. Certainly this is an Omegon’s view, that allows me to determine where I need to apply emphasis and utility for others to see the relevance.

Leveraging is everything in physical "be-ness." We are here to move in and through matter. Why is it so hard for lesser beings to know how moving the parts of this machine can create chaos unless total concentration of mind is applied? We must know the larger view of who made the lesser or reverse. This requires study in this physical realm. Then we learn that there is no such thing as creating, where there is no mind to move. Finally, through light, we understand the source of Timelessness.

Everything is entwined within the light of the mind. Everything is Mind. This concentration within broadcast gets each and every minuscule elemental into leveraged motion that creates event-sequences locked in time and space. The goal is not to lose status, position, or self-control for "be-ness" in motion. To not create on the FLY is to suffer loss of leveragability. Those who do not move, die. Defeat is possible through acceptance of fear, loneliness, victimization, the void, or nonexistence. Defeat would also make us a casualty of our own lack of moral disposition. Here we open up the power to being defeated over and over.

It is said, "No entity is a true victim, for his being is set by the consequence of his own acts or non-acts." One must be guarded in moral consolidation. Some unknowing spirits in the projected universe use or leverage the tools of power to propel themselves from one or more events toward ever more complex events. This creates conscious movement through the media of time and space. It is the ultimate programmer’s technique that makes them feel this non-reality. Leveraging matter is accomplished through the utilization of the lens-of-sensual understanding, better known as the brain — a receiver of virtual-existence’s sensory data.

This tool of Timelessness provides the input / output ability served by our seven sensory connections to the physical universe. In the virtual universe, beings are what they know and what they communicate to and from the other aspects that complete the feedback loops made up of the "Me" and the "Other"(everything outside of themselves). This is done through the mental manipulation of illusions and truths, plus their relationships to power-positioning, or —leveraging! Alphians and the Alphi/Omegi usually accomplish this through strategy built upon self-gratification (false love of self), self-empowerment, self-survival or even our Omegon’s true, unconditional Love for the Other.

In the early stages of being development, power-vehicles (tools in this world) are used to leverage reality, or mater in this illusion of time and space. This should be known to me, I lived them. They were injustice, knowledge, love, friendship, beauty, wealth, social position, morality, and immortality (religion). I learned their application of truth or illusion and selfishness versus lovingness as power ingredients: how they can be built or included with any of the energy-concepts to be leveraged by the entity to produce manipulated results within the arena of event sequences — life. Sadly, the Enmayi learned this in their last 70 orbits of Goge.

In my Alphian conditions, education was taught through a permissive-liberal curriculum centered around reward and punishment methods which reinforced the theories of behavioral adjustment, positive enforcement and deference to authority, rather than earned respect. The punishment means were emotionally charged versions of character assassination. I was made to feel guilt rather than shown the true reason for correct behavior. The Alphian educational methods produced satisfactory beings because of the initial creative start in existence. In time, however, creativity wore away and collusion (self-oriented demeanor) began to creep into my being. Others and I sought increasing favors from Alphi/Omegis and each other to satisfy our needs for increased sympathy and popularity. This seeking for prominence followed us into our social and vocational adult lives, where cliques formed a mutual adoration fellowship.

The recognition syndrome was nothing more than a power surge. As the participants began to expend as little effort as possible to get the most reward possible, leveraging through misinformation (lying) signaled the expansion of a selfish/ulterior motivation.

In the plebeian stage of Alphia, I found all things went to my ego’s desires as permissive behavior expanded into my own means of conducting life with others. Learning for all suffered at the whims of individualized gratification. Collusion became our means to cohabitate with other beings where common desires joined to our mutual detriment. We destroyed ourselves together. Increased pandering among certain segments of my Alphian world/s produced waves of support programs designed to reinforce a civilization of insecure personalities. Souls of Truth and Love were present then, but few and far between. Blind conspiracies created polarizations that elitists utilized to usurp power from the naive. In essence, we were their slaves.

Alphians fell prey to networked collusion, which began to approach a kind of sick pollution that diffused creativity and the true self-image of a moral being. Subconsciously we Alphis knew we were living a self-manufactured illusion called misinformation. Propaganda became the fashion in those early existences full of double speak and narcissism. When Truth is eroded, a complex society cannot recognize leveraged-illusion that totally supplants moral character. That society is positioned for a chaotic fall, as happened here. Where the Alphians came from in these last days is still my course to follow.

It is bizarre that I digress here with all these symbols staring back at my past. It is, unequivocally, the sign of my own initiation peering back at me. Whatever the course of these thoughts, it is part of my reason for being here. Perhaps it is the final catharsis of my monadic soul. Some slight element of sickness may still reside in me.

The malady of self-pity, where the Alphian, or Alphi/Omegi constantly "mirror" one another for psychological reinforcement by showy positioning, outrageous speech, and immoral activity, reeks of the smells reserved for beetles. Alphians are worse, for they seem only good for breeding purposes in the beginning. They constantly seek visual adulation to the point of obsession for posturing themselves nakedly in settings that provoke rebellion and war-making from opposite genders. This is fun to them. Adulation and fawning prevails as their mode of operation, while they exchange flattering remarks so as to inflate each other's shared lies.

At localization in dreams, while they have only their thoughts to review, lowly Alphians blossom in guilt and beg for mercy for their fallacious lives. As I know, guilt was hard to shed when only the darkness was our partner in sleep — sleep that is not illuminated by personally perceived charisma. Our very bane was ourselves.

While illusions grow in the Alphian and Alphi/Omegi states, consciousness of the real world decreases into a fabrication of their own imaginations. (Is this because self-oriented illusive life produces more social and personal consequences via living lies?) Beings sense a feeling of, "Is this all to being?" Individuals caught in this web become easy prey for being leveraged or manipulated through emotional trickery that is really guilt-ridden serendipity. With a persona modified by regret, realization of being taken advantage of, seeps in on the morrow for the complacent entity. After Alphians are driven to lower self-realization, many seek revenge through violence, which only perpetuates their naive condition in an amplified forum. Then it is learned by the collective populace.

Beings who experience the "leveraged-illusion" have produced most of our social problems, including the lack of interest in our early learning systems. Their particular lives were built upon reinforced infrastructures of collusive behavior. Hate-gangs and other undesirables can proliferate in a world full of self-perpetuating lies. Hatred needs creative change and perspective to lesson its bonds on an entities early mind. Such a change requires the ability to rise in higher-ordered cognitive skills that reflect the Logos (Reason). The introduction of such a non-collusive paradigm ushers in a field of creative panorama where life is seen as Truth and Love.

All these things the Enmayi knew, as recorded here, yet they lost it in the end. Would that I had such a start in my beginnings as they did, but not their finality.

My society, at that time, was poised within the tacit-dynamic of living and being towards a civilization based upon achieving improved wisdom and mental expansion for the masses. The Enmayi’s progress was straight-lined and then the plummet to oblivion — the record here shows. Our pre-Omegon climb was such a mess of lies, that reversing the trend seemed to be the only alternative to survival. Our striving was for the goal of the highest state rather than the antithesis. We sought the climb to super levels requiring encyclopedic-scope of knowledge and the memory of who and what we really were. Relevant educational purveyance was devoid of leveraging techniques, though we knew the principles well from the failures of earlier cultures. Self-destruction was a concept that we overcame as we advanced away from the status of victimization. Self was subsumed. We realized that the collective was the true reality. We were the Other.

Did the Enmayi educational establishment address old conspiracies and illusions by ridding their society of the disease that increases susceptibility? Benign mentality breeds the attitude that overlooks the covetous motives for failure in virtual worlds. This creeping sickness is the sufferance of allowing hype, policy, propaganda and the positioning of assumptions as truths, to influence malignant advancement of indolence in the mindset of the being. Cultural polarization, utilizing the corruption of thought, has long been a leveraging tool of the elite, who use their opinions to manipulate lessor-educated minds into groups. Such corruption debilitated the curriculum, once on tangent, to sidetrack the flame of knowing to a mere ash.

Long ago, our society was plagued by this lack of perception. I was perhaps one of the greatest of all the dim-eyed. Then, came the mental progressions fed by increased understandings of the "Eye of Enigmni." This great gift was given to all civilizations of the Goge Sector. The Eye stresses the three levels of perception or visions that all entities must accomplish before arriving within the awakened Omegon state. Learning that we are what we think, spurs one on to the seeking of holospiritedness within virtual existence. Even now in my advanced level, it pleasures me to recall the stages of being that I traversed in my trek to union with the All in Timelessness.

The staged categories are such: First is the Alphian, a being who perceives only from one event to another and does so only to gain advantage for himself. He seeks permissive relationships; speaks in self-modes of authoritative and manipulative verbiage, and positions himself as a victim of existence. They conspire only for reward, or else, to counter that which threatens their own existence or their quest for personal power. Alphians are linear in vision and think only in straight projections: lock-step personalities that broadcast in self-contrived illusions of attractive "sameness." They wear costumes for effect and attention; they present a false persona to their fellow beings. They are infants in an adult form; prone to tantrums in old age and are always seeking others to bolster their own security, either interior, or exterior.

Secondly, the Alphi/Omegi state is one of creativity, knowledge, utility, and curiosity, but structured in a single-minded, selfish mindset. They are prone to missing the real reasons for being and existence in this creation-state. They cannot step out of themselves to see the total gestalt of existence until the last phase of their form, when an epiphany might allow them to see the Enigmni’s symbol — then they become.

Upon becoming, they, through the knowing of the Enigmni, find the final state of being — Omegon. Omegons are beings of universal knowledge gained by self-sacrifice to others unconditionally. They are beings who possess a long-range, or total vision of being and becoming. Omegons are very old souls — collective spirits of vast lineage. Would that I made the leap beyond, to final knowledge for such a beginning as the Enmayi could have done. The hard road was best...for the strongest spirit.

Ah, my mind drifts so, through the wealth of experiences and therefore, knowledge that I have lived over and over. At what point does this constant reviewing cease?

But, of course, this thinking will certainly help me to complete my task, for I will need all I know to concluded it.

The lithic renderings on these walls divulge the great skills of the artisans of this world (Pic. 17). As one of their kindred members, and one who loves art and creative works, I would that my little sketches of all this data-driven task, could stand the test of their opinions. I for one think theirs is best. At the least, a record of both will perhaps survive for other eyes to judge.

Enmayian science and art were almost to the Phase II point where Omegon intervention could have saved them from their self-destruction (Pic. 18). Contact by Omegons was already made some 100 orbits ago. Why could they not bridge the gap? Preparations were being made to welcome them into the fold. I recall hearing of the great and exciting contact with the Enmayian world, heralded far and wide on Hytona, for us a very short time ago. I remember looking over the reports of how they seemed ready for the next state in being development. There was a glitch in their form somehow? We had stealthily watched with periodic and private contacts sending our superior Shemas against the pink Enmayi sky. We tested their convictions toward enhanced becoming. At first, they feared us, because it was evident that we were different, and our powers were also beyond theirs. It took many orbits of observation before finally, they unveiled us to their citizens. This was a little before their end.

The power of their discovery of the principles of the virtual universe, as portrayed on these walls for their students, show just how close they had come to meriting our arrival. Such superior communications for all citizens to learn by and to collect data for transaction of daily vocation is everywhere present. They even learned to connect minds directly, with these new networked systems. It was a kind of synthetic virtual reality. What caused them to miss the window of opportunity and why did we not act to save them? Ah, I sense war at their core. We did not know if such was on their minds? Ahau! This thought must pass for its meaning hurts my soul.

I have mused enough, for time speaks loudly in this frame of reference, and I have only little to aid me in this objective. Perhaps I delve too deeply into all the matter on display here, for subtle traces need to arise also, for a true picture to be reawakened.

These carved icons of their times, tell of hidden nuances that must be delineated by my hand and mentality — essences must be revealed. Speaking stone shouts of great teachers prior to their impetus to failure. These old shaman always spoke of the secrets of the Enigmni and kept the populace strong in such traditions to uphold their civilization’s moralities. These pedagogues not only taught but also administered the public learning, thus doing double and triple duties to maintain an economy-of-scale to their educational programs. Top heavy and tokened bureaucracy was not a part of their learning programs until propaganda entered to cause change for the worse. Their long periods of success stands as a beacon against their last peg of failure to the old leverage of entity victimization.

Enmayi students were mind-locked into attaining total edge in knowing, and this was the pursuit for millennia, until the last 30, or so, orbits. In what amounted to an eternal classic age, knowing and learning enraptured the Enmayi. No thought of failure or victimization arose to dispel these lithic billboards of those prior orbits. Life was long and creative. Then, in superimposed media, the catalyst for ignorance showed its ugly and hated head to a generation of ill-favored fools.

Their educational courseware explored every field of endeavor that impacted this virtual existence. Space travel, engineering, electromagnetics, soundworks, quantum configurations, being-power, etherics, micro/macro machines, bodyworks, hydramonics, art, chemics, holo-reality, and more, all examples of what Omegons explored eons ago, through our gestalt-means (Pics. 19, 20, 21).

I see no evidence of governing or anything like a controlling factor such as government to add the burden of bureaucracy upon their educational system. However, I do find slight evidence of little tributes to governors in the last periods before their final fall. This is curious! I recall Anjona, my Superior Shepherd, once conveyed that theirs was an interconnected realm of naturally occurring service and responsibility for each other almost as the tiny "hiveans" that were developed on the Gardened One in the very distant past, they also function in an interconnected manner. The Enmayi seemed to be extremely adept at interlinking with one another in a superior communications network that included wide and narrow factors of inclusion. This almost matches the Omegon technique of encompassing society as one multifaceted bundle of creativity without adversity.

The evidence here points to a society that closely monitored their educational system with their teachers who administered and taught curriculum that was relevant to the community at large. Education drove economy and the reverse. Their teachers knew every student’s talents, as they would interface with the larger world of vocational infrastructure. It was a very clean system that deprogrammed hindrance factors. Their teachers were "national treasures," highly respected individuals that lead the community and had vast responsibilities to remain current with burgeoning knowledge and exploding technology. They were almost the same as the "Archeons of Shepherding" that all Omegons are accustomed to offering as mental gifts to others. This, of course, is an abstract notion of the two necessities. It helps my being to become brighter in the Light of understanding.

Ahau! Deeper in this educationally fraught potdome there accumulates ever-higher levels of bureaucratic evidence in the form of heraldry and blatant ornamentation.

Government had ascendancy in these recent messengers lying naked in the rough. It somehow grew into existence as a result of some stimulus that I have not mentally discovered to this point. Administrative hedonism asserted itself to become the Enmayi’s plight in the last days. This is entirely too evident. These ornamented busts pay tribute to egotistical artifacts that glare out in the face of perfect educational achievements — fruits that were once held high in the critical mentality of their sacred citizenry.

Service to the members of the select Enmayi had always been performed within the constancy of observance to the laws of Enigmni, a sacrosanct notion of the Logos. Their ancient records adhere to this law of virtual existence as broadcast here, as well as the knowledge in our records that I carry from past studies prior to this assignment. It is all made known to me. Enigmni is an Omegon implication and fact of idealism conveyed from the secrets of Timelessness. This world is full of a past once so strongly kept, and recently, so arrogantly disengaged. The cause to forget the Enigmni, must have been huge in distracting methods. Passion melted away because of the mental power of whatever it was. Such knowledge is dangerous to existences.

Artifacts in infinitude, old forms interspersed with deadly new rubbings, exist alongside the lately demolished accumulation of Enmayi totality — all are a record of multiplicity beyond the pale of creativity. Little change in style of representation had taken place in millions of orbits (theirs being fewer yet longer than ours are). They all stare out at me in sullen disapproval for my presence in what seems to be a grand impropriety. Aesthetic methods transform from high ideals to high command in a dizzy dance of conflicting intentions. I am seeing the transition that took place in the last orbits of their abrupt change to aggressive demeanors not becoming of a Light Elemental. Chaos was their last glimpse of this reality, which was once their dreamscape. Worthy ideals were ripped down and replaced with shallow models filled with hegemonic impetus, impregnated by inflated egos. The contrasting insinuations of happy work verses forced labor in false-play show all too well the Enmayi condition of pure Alphian nonchalance. Now it gets interesting!

The Enmayi must have been in an abnormality or "steady-state" for most of their existence on this orb. Then, "snap," in the batting-of-the-eye, rampant change! This is what it must have been. There is so much affirmation here of accolades to their great teachers extending back for thousands, perhaps millions of orbits, to reinforce

my vision. One teacher could only live so long? Only Omegons live eternally in various dimensions. Why did they live so long? Why were they locked in a pre-phase II civilization of stuff collecting? Their "stuff" is everywhere (Pic. 22)! It is all frozen in heaps of the Leche’s last convulsions. Pray, are there more expressions to come form the orbiting weapon? I have not the will on this morrow to test for such a dismal eventuality. An overload of data breeds psychic fatigue even for hardy souls. Shema calls ( if only such were a reality ), I must end this second period of message meditation. Scepter will record all interlaced matter. Signal Stop.

Indeed, the past morrow was an experience in message development that I relish as a reason for being. It has such excitement to the soul, that existence is worth the price one pays to get to this super articulated level of being. There were many observations that did not easily juxtapose with my preliminary flight and assignment information loaded in me before I left from Hytona. Such a lack of preparation signals the reason why I am here — to get at the truth and return it to the Shepherds. I feel there are other ulterior reasons for the misalignment of data to my cause; however, I have not awakened to it as of now.

On this morrow, Shema, Scepter and I will move to map the entire globe of the Enmayi world to determine if the preliminary preselection of the old Seat of Enigmni by the Shepherds, was indeed, the representation of the whole planet (Pic.23). Perhaps there is more in the rough landscape of the Agri-lands and major contrasted realms. The adventure of seeing the manifestations built by the Ancients, who came before the Omegons, is always my greatest exhilaration to soulular virtual travel. The Ancients designed and built the virtual structures that Alphi/Omegis take for granted. What else could be so passionate to my mind other than facing death as an Alphian? The sting of death is now no longer a worry in my condition.

Shema and Scepter are now one. Shema, rise to take the side closest to the white of Goge, the portal of passage. Steady survey mode is in order, yet we must keep our distance from the orbiting Leche device, for it will disable the electromagnetics if we come too close. Keep a distance of one forth the span of one global turn as our margin of safety to your systems, Shema.

Ahau! I have lost all contact with the world of Hytona because the Leche has co-opted the electromagnet structure that Shema and Scepter both need to make contact in physical space. Anjona cannot contact me other than through our mentality if such can come into serendipity. I must think of him often. The entire survey must be taken back to Hytona, for there will be no communications outside of a physical contact. There is no fail-safe for this mission other than the message being laid at the feet of the Council of Shepherds. Strange, that would be many feet to lay such a message so pointed. If something happened to cause me to stay in localization, Scepter would be my backup.

The Leche has become an adversary worth closer watch, for it has deleted the function of data transfer, as well as, now representing potential that I may come to regret at some future moment. It appears to be everywhere in full force. Goge, this assignment is very much a taxation and a test of my makeup — all my teachings and learning stand to be glorified. I must hold on to tight concentration and beware of distractions of self-indulgence. Patience and truth, buoy up my holospirit in strength, for this morrow I will see some of the cause of this horrid result. Perhaps I will see the Eye of Enigmni from above — would that it were the reality rather than the symbol.

Though the Leche has stolen Shema’s electromagnetic reach and its edge, through hateful broadcasting of complexity and confusion, I will, in growing magnitude, not let it dampen my renewed zeal for this challenging mission. The expediency of this soaring observation platform mode should be beneficial to the gaining of key messages about the Enmayi culture’s means of regeneration (Pic 24). Even now I discern below the once fruitful beauty of the raised platform canals and terraces, creating natural vistas for appropriate planting of successive eco systems. Ingenious were they who designed such systems that nutritiously supported other successive systems of plants that protected each other’s sequential zenith, then later sacrificed itself as food for the high-point of the other system in rotation. Their seedlings were also such to naturally evolve again in protection, nourishment, and welfare for one another.

These Enmayi Agris were scientists that developed successive systems requiring thousands of years of research to finely tune such a perpetual-motion of perfection in planting (Pic. 25). They learned well form the Ancients who taught the Power of the Enigmni. Ah, theirs was truly knowledge equal to that of the Omegons who continue the Ancient’s work on the Gardened One. The Gardened One was always the source of food for all of us in this sector of Goge. The Ancients ate from its heart.

Even the dark veil of destruction cannot hide from this former agriculturist the roots of uncanny and successful science, which was built into the "atomic system" by the Ancient Builders of this Goge reality.

One has but to look at the massive public structures that proliferate here in the Enmayi world, fifth from the seat of Goge, to see their metro and suburban areas supporting former populations as large as 500,000 beings (10,000 per potdome) to realize what is really involved here. And, what would one see? Though most of the destroyed urban sites and almost all of the suburban sites are still left unexplored by my penetrating eye, this quick flight will corroborate my intuitions while Scepter maps the generalities with its many spectral rays (Pics. 26-27). A better picture of what happened here will assemble after this day of programmed passage.

Their systems were uniform for eons before the last 50 or so, orbit. Now, they are all but concealed by the deteriorating trash and the decayed remains of the catastrophe of the Enmayi’s mad dash to survive something that exposed the darkest of endings. The patterns of mayhem do not totally enclose the magnificence of their past greatness, however. Their engineering and agricultural prowess has a singular ingredient that projects such accomplishments back into Timelessness. Raised fields, canal systems and arboreal succession can be discerned between the lines of Leche issued devastation.

Though this I have not yet confirmed — their apparent fear and hatred for Omegon interdiction, and war with their own kind seems the culprit of all I survey. Something caused them to lose respect for what their ancestors had created in the past to such a degree, that all love was lost quickly in a mad frenzy. Trust and Love went for nothing.

Ah, the Agri-landers almost saved them. I see the traces of rebellion. Though the Enmayi Agris never slashed, burned and then replanted this land for nourishment, the final citizenry of the potdomes, lost respect for the mindset of the Agris, for evidence of slayings are clear, that they cut their own throats for future lack of sustenance in killing the sources of food. What emergency could cloud the minds of beings so relevant to create a pre-Omegon world, then without thinking, throw it all away? What event could cause a flight from mental wealth?

I see below, the countryside was the last to fall to the self-inflicted, genocidal madness; because croppers, and Agri-tracks still attempted to plant up until the end. The Agris must have been jerked off of the planters and killed. Now those last days radiate the evidence of what came to pass for my records. It is evidential, that the Leche was involved in this matter in some form or function, for its discharge is in documentation everywhere as a petrochemical charring — a signature of evil.

While Shema hovers steadily, the Scepter probes below the surface and details evidence of hidden artifacts of the evolutionary developments in preliminary agriculture, and traces of the primary technology that the Ancients built into this harmonic system of Goge. Theirs was, to cleave the surface of their world in search of food, and to cause reproduction of it. They learned every element of nature, to consider the principles impacting the conditions of a dynamic planet’s surface. In their view, growing environments could take place on the hillside or the wet-virons (Pic. 28). All problems were met in conjunction with the conditions and contexts of the "other." Planting was done in a mutualism of ecological design that was not addressed since the Ancient establishment of the Omegon Gardens of Goge on the Third Globe (Pic. 29 - 30).

The Enmayian Agris were shepherds of the land, guardians of the "primary technology," the gift from the All to the state of "be-ness." Written in the message of the primary technology is the word of the Logos — symbols. It is so evident, Alphians cannot even perceive its words of Reason. The Agris toiled on their community lands and labs for none other than the horridly changing citizens in the potdomes. What a loss on expediency of virtual "be-ness."

If not for the dedicated Agris, all would have been lost early in their history. They were the heroes of this culture — almost Omegon. As the scorched artifacts to efforts at maintaining the primary technology of the Ancients emblazon the articulated visor of the Shema, I cannot but weep for the unselfish discipline of those who loved creating form the land. I will that Shema hover in silence over the sacrificed fruits of their endeavors as tribute to their Love and care for others.

I am spurred to render in a free-style, the beauty of the rough life experienced by Agris in the arduous lands that warmed their hearts with breathtaking communications from the All. These beautiful vistas spoke in colors, sounds, and smells that only one atuned to nature can know — they were messages of purity and reverence. This expression from me is the only hope that future beings will know the honor I feel for their souls and the spirit that irradiated from their works.

Not but a few durations ago, on Hytona, in the comfort of my loving abode; I finally reviewed the many parts of my existences that typify my interface with the primary condition. It is reminiscent to what I survey here. I feel a kinship. Those first steps of living in a virtual, manifest condition of matter provided my soul a means to amplification (Pic. 31). I remember contemplation through misty eyes, the transcendental depth and the original beauty of design and naturalness found in these periods of expressed time. It was during my early existences that I gainfully found euphoria as a broadcast from the All. Euphoria was the first teacher to announce to me the Timelessness that I had forgotten. This lesson of Reason, in the form of hardcopy within matter from the energy of the spirit, rekindled my search for Home. Nature seems to bring euphoric conditions when one is unionized with universal mind.

The Agris must have had these feelings many times in view of what they accomplished. Their world had much to stimulate meditation with the designer of hardcopy. Life in these lands must have been supremely free and unlimited. Communing with the primary elements of material construction in the physical realm, was/is indeed the most passionate feeling — when one first enters this state of Time. It is now etched within me for eternity. Behold, the rolling folds of disturbed formations giving away to messages that render in essences that loudly broadcast — cause and effect. Such Truths Alphians finally learn.

Living with the primary realm was, in the past, more pleasing to the individual than the age of saturation in media technology. But, that was part of the reason for existence, as only my position here can now validate. Being Alphian, and occupied with selfish cause to seek recognition, one cannot see the value of successive states of soulular trials. If higher becoming were not, I would remain in the primary world — forever! Still, it would not exist without the generator of Time — the Enigmni. Primary technology as Alphian was a grand, beautiful journey when revisited in gestalten, but in singular mode, it was hell for I knew not the total immortality. I only saw death as a means to an end — my end.

Then, living in the primary state was using the creativity of one’s mind within the immediacy of provisional, raw nature. Stone, wood, bone, fire, wind, and self-ingenuity went a long way for those of us that were first-timers (now old souls). We knew, intuitively, how to fashion tools from the basic foundation of the primary designs by the Ancient Archeons. The first Alphians were schooled from birth by the natural instincts (lessons in becoming) of living for pure survival. Observation of the environment, such as the hearing of a certain avian call, or snap of wood, or scrape of stone, could mean danger, or signal the indulgences of a festive meal.

Knowing the meaning of nature’s messengers was everything to a long happy endurance in the pixelated realms. Passing as means of survival in this school’s classes was directly proportional to the amount of knowledge and effort put before failure and death. Survival is known to the Enigmni — well known. We learned to help and to some degree, be each other. Failure, or non-participation, insured an easy out of the clan’s security. If failure happened, it might mean a life of scavenging the land in loneliness and rejection only to die before our time. The first signal of the Alphian’s move toward the Alphi/Omegi state came when beings learned that there was a need to Love the "Other" rather than the self. Unconditional Love saw a beginning. It meant another day of the fruits of the Garden of Goge. It is evident that the Enmayi must have had something like this as a beginning.

The camouflaged record here, obstinately shows the Enmayi blossomed into Alphian egos at the latest of dates. One