Dystopyum (The D-ot Hexalogy Book 1) (31 page)

He waited for a moment to let the thought sink in, then continued,
“Guild dogma says that our wandering souls formed dissociations within
dissociations in the dimension of time. This considerably complicated the
problem, with further splits from love on various mental levels we made.
Our memory of our true home in the dimension of eternity was lost,
buried in the darkness of time. That memory resides in a part of our
invisible subconscious, which we fear to look into. It is like the child who
is skipping school, and is afraid to face the schoolteacher, who ironically
is waiting in concern for the child’s return. Through the Guild’s teaching,
we have learned how to reverse this. We did this by using love in every
way and action. We discovered, and have now proven, that love actually
affects time, similar to speed or gravity. We have tremendous agreement
among top physicists on this subject, and are very close to proving the
theory with the Guild’s new orbiting gyroscopic particle collider.”
Jason noticed the Love by Duty people, mostly Survival deputies,
crossing their arms, and shaking their heads in disagreement ever so
slightly.
It disturbed him that they were so firmly set against love’s potential
as a real, measurable entity. He took a breath, shrugged it off and
continued.
“Re-inhabitation of planets has been done enough times that some
experts feel that it has been perfected. Each of us does his or her job
because our society developed us by properly elevating our minds and
souls. Our society, guided by the Guild, promoted the obvious answer.
We promoted the swimming against the tide of time, swimming, if you
will, in the opposite direction. The love we use and carry attracts thoughts
that harmonize with order, happiness, and keep us pointed us in the
direction of eternity. This keeps us on the path, swimming against the
river of time, with success! Harmonizing our thoughts with the love that
extends from eternity brings truly natural order and peace to all those
living in time.
“Let us swim!” Jason pronounced the familiar blessing loudly, and
the audience reflexively chanted back: “We travel to love together, or not
at all!”
This ritual broke the boredom in the room. After all, they had been
going to the temple classes all their lives. This was rudimentary soul
science. Still, Dr. Ata had added a new twist to their perspective. In the
end, his theory said that the destination they were all “swimming” to
spiritually was not just heaven alone. It was the other hidden side of their
own eternal selves, which resided in the home of the Author, the
dimension of eternity.
Jason continued, “A dissociative patient is brought to wellness by
breaking through the dissociation and joining the separate parts, so that
the unreal may be left behind.
“We know in psychology that the more severe the dissociation, the
split, the more difficult the case. An interesting observation is that when
the split is great, the other side relegated to the sub-conscious will usually
expose itself in a less frequent, but more exaggerated way. This expression can be loving or not.
“I find it fascinating that these people were so advanced in studying
themselves, and their world, through microscopes. The paradox is that
they had almost no science in looking around themselves, in reaching
outward through better travel technologies, or flight. Their historical
records indicate that when they did travel afar, they did so for purposes of
conquest and war.
“We have seen a trend in past re-inhabitations of other planets. We
know from past planetary expeditions that if most of the creatures are
generally plant-eaters, the souls from that planet make for happy babies.
The higher percentage of predators always appears to correlate with
experiencing more problems with the babies. The ones born on such
planets take more work, and never quite make it to their parent’s level. It
will take those planets a few generations before the babies make for good
citizens. Still, we have never had a planet quite like D’ot8.
Soften it up.
If
I believed we could not succeed, I would have tried to stop this mission.
However, nobody would have listened anyway, because of the enormous
profit potential of the hydrosplitters and the agrist.”
The room started laughing at that, which surprised Jason. He smiled
and looked around. He caught a glimpse of Marshal North. He wished he
hadn’t when he saw a look that would burn a hole in his head of it could.
Jason had an unusual flash of apprehension, and quickly looked down.
What was that look about?
He was about to continue, when North unexpectedly got up out of his
seat, laughing with the rest of the people. As he was moving toward the
podium, North said, “That was great, thank you, Dr. Ata, but we must be
moving on now. We have nap-time ahead!” He came over to Jason and
firmly took hold of his arm, and guided him away from the podium. He
was laughing as if Jason himself was joking the whole time.
Jason was caught off-guard, but he still wanted to make a good impression.
This is embarrassing,
he thought. He was not happy about
having his authority undermined so callously. Jason looked at the Social
Director, who was to handle the transitions of speakers.
Social Director Rini Hay appeared flustered and confused — and
before she could step in, North just took over her job by introducing the
mission’s Medical Director, and now
she
looked insulted. “We had better
move along. Dr. Reiter, would you please take the podium?” North said
this as he was “helping” Jason from the podium. They took the first steps
away from the podium.
Jason figured he had to interrupt North’s public control of him, and so
with North still holding his arm, he stopped, like a rock. North did not
want to make it
too
obvious he was forcing Jason, so he had to stop, too.
North looked flustered, having assumed he had the situation controlled.
Jason turned to the Social Director, nodded and thanked her. He then
concluded with his recognition to the audience. “I want to thank you for
your kind attention, and I encourage you all to read the manuals I have
provided to you and your teams.”
After Jason finished his parting words, he left North standing there as
he returned to his seat. The Medical Director was just rising, confused as
well at the break of protocol. Jason thought,
North is a “Love by Duty”
party member. Jesus, those guys assume they are so right in their ways —
they should control those who aren't just like them.
After Jason sat back down, he had a daydream/flashback of a class he
once lectured:
“The Guild asks us to invest love in all thoughts and actions, whenever we can remember. Not to do so is not a negative, in as much as it is
simply a reflection of the level of value placed on the goal of love. In the
first century of the Guild, a certain number of members in the Guild
agreed that they could not accept the concept that love extends from our
Author from the dimension of eternity - and is channeled by humans.
However, they did acknowledge the value of the emotion of love in
society. Indeed, it was difficult to refute. Over the centuries, the research
had shown this fact was indisputable. The active teaching and support of
remembering a continual awareness of love in the homes and workplaces
of Guild members increased productivity in the long run. Yes, there was a
limit to love’s productivity, because love rejects slavery. However, the
quality of life in a loving society is so elevated that the bit of productivity
that is lost is not important. In any case this group, which has grown, and
is now called the ‘Love by Duty” party, accepts that love should be a
major goal in society, but they choose not to express love with intimacy
and words, but rather by work and duty. They have the motto, ‘Actions
Speak Louder Than Words.’”
Jason broke out of his daydream of that classroom experience, and
resumed his attention to the proceedings — well, for a minute or two
anyway. Sniff.
Definitely caramelized.
Dr. Hans Reiter was speaking now, but Jason’s mind was on other
things — many things. Once again, because of pure habit, love came to
his consciousness, and he could look at the people there without
worrying. He thought about it.
They’ll be able to handle it. Sure, they
don’t know now, but they will learn. They will be up to the task.
Jason was concerned about regression. Regression would yet occur on
earth in various groups of people who lived in non-Guild areas that still had
high populations per square mile. Harsh environments and the resulting stress
were common predictors of regression as well. When you put those two
elements together, the percentage grew. Regression into primitive human
traits like possessiveness and obsessive control of things and people, along
with the disharmony and violence that followed, had become fairly easy to
re-direct, if caught quickly within Guild areas. Unfortunately, the ones
involved in the regression had to be separated and re-located in order to be
successful. It could take years before the regressed parties could come
together again for successful release and closure.
When first re-inhabiting a planet, however, there was no infallible
way to totally separate those who had regressed into negative relationships or behavior. A “re-integration” was necessary with different work
and living groups, with as much separation as possible between the
individuals caught in the regression. Re-integration was an answer that
worked, but it was not perfect. There had been revenge-related physical
attacks among some of the “separated” colonists on other planets. Jason
was concerned that it could be much worse on this planet.
With his attention drawn to his thoughts, Jason politely watched each
following speaker. He applauded when appropriate, but did not hear much
of what they were saying. The meeting went on for another hour, and then
it was over.
Afterwards, most of the people there just hanged around, talking
shop, planning. They had been on route for one day. In two more hours,
they would be going to the hyposleep units and slumber in them for the
next three years. Jason wished they had the new Brashier B2010 sleep
units. He had heard that one woke up very quickly from those. The units
on this ship were the standard fare Ebson 50’s. They were very reliable,
but the wake up period took a few days.
I wonder if they could just let us
sleep during the wake up phase?
Jason thought this to himself, and then
chuckled at the absurdity of the idea.
There was really nothing left to do now, except think of any number
of challenges on D’ot8 and the arising issues down the chains of possible
events there.
He decided to have a snack while still in the cafeteria. All food eaten
since on board contained an additive that would be converting the eaten
food into a slow acting paste. This would provide balance to the
intravenous solution he would be using while in hyposleep.
A cranberry muffin and skim milk smoothed with carrageenan
seemed to be the right choice for now. He sat down at one of the long
faux cherry grain laminate lunch tables with a few of the team leaders.
Trained to confront disturbing situations by joining in reason, they
engaged him.
“Are you really convinced it will be as bad as you say with the newborns?” A redheaded gal, Brenda was asking, (she was head chef of the
bakery, and her huge frame said that she was loving it there.) Brenda’s
life-partner Amanda was with her, looking very concerned. Some nonchild producing colonists were “on-call” to receive children that would
inevitably end up available for adoption. This would happen because of a
parent’s disability, disease, death, or simply parents that decided that they
were wrong about their goals. Whatever the reason, the system — the
safety net, was there.
“Don’t worry so much as prepare,” Jason responded. “You have been
trained thoroughly for anything that comes your way. It just means more
work. You must give the children much love, no matter what. You know
that is the way to build well-developed souls. Love lasts. Anything true is
always revealed in the end. You just need to remember to recharge. Go to
home-base, meditate, let your soul visit your Source and be refreshed.
Your minds will become very well developed at D’ot8. You will be
swimming harder than you have ever swum before, but you can do it. You
are perfect for this mission.”
Marshal North came walking towards the table. He leaned forward
across the table and said quietly, but within earshot of the others, “I am in
charge of survival. Frightening these people with unproven theories, and
creating uncertainty is something that threatens their moral. Low moral
threatens survival. Keep your concerns to yourself when we arrive.” He
then leaned in across the lunch table more closely — so close that his
nose was just a few inches from Jason’s face.
His tone was low, but gained intensity as he said, “I am disgusted that
the Guild put you in such a position of authority. When we get to D’ot8,
every mistake you make, every blunder you trip over will be recorded by
my team. Then I am shipping you the hell out of here!” North’s voice
continued to rise, and Jason started to back his face away from the spray
from North’s mouth. “You just keep your muffin-hole shut about your
bullshit, do you hear me?”
He thinks I can fear.
Jason thought to himself.
I give no obedience to
fear.
“I care about them and want them to be prepared.” Jason countered,
in a friendly way.
“That’s an order!” yelled North.
Jason sighed. “Well an order from the Survival Marshal is indeed an
order, and protocol is protocol. I will abide by your request.”
“It was not a request!” North was clearly frustrated by Jason’s lack of
interest in his drama. “I would love to just slap you and wake your ass
up,” North said under his breath.
“I
can hear
you,” he sincerely said, moving his head gently
forward for emphasis. “I'll be very careful of what I say, for your sake,
and the sake of all the people on this ship.”