The United Federation of Global Science

Project: Golden Conversation

Site 990-A ~150 West Longitude 52 deg North Lat.

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I woke up in a damp dark cave, trembling to the last remains of my will and being, resonating between the end of what seemed now like a dream - a very deadly beautiful dream. The walls were colored an even deeper shade of black, of red ochre. Beyond I heard the breath of some rough beast, and my beatific terror drew me further. Greens and oranges flashed in my eyes as they adjusted to the dim light, my will slowly moving to the end of a fingertip as I touch the wall, which seems to be breathing. It feels as flesh and responded to my touch. A thick damp steam emitted from above me, burning my skin even as the beast receded back into the low ceiling above me.

My sheer arousal and terror reached up above me and found an opening and, pushing my way inside I discovered that I wasn't pushing at all, but being pulled completely by its undulating rhythm from which I could not distinguish my self from the life pulling me in. I felt at home for the first time in my life (and what was that life but everything here now?) as a warm elixir of what must of been this body's flesh and blood engulfed me. Drinking, hungrily, I too, then, became as a beast, moving forward to the escalating rhythm and writhing of what felt, now, like my body. Transformed before I would be aware, from my tomb to my womb, I raged against my sheer dumbness. The blood and water welcomed my rage, fed it even, as with every breath of my movement I became more, now seeming to envelop my home, this other body, into my own. Nothing could stop me until I met the face of my terror once again, and kissed it on the tongue.

All at once, I was inside and out. We warmed and fed each other from above and below, the two being indistinguishable to either of us, two lovers, two bodies of flesh and light rocking back and forth for what seemed like forever - there was nothing else but us... --Sun and Earth.
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Site 990-B 150.09 West Longitude 53 deg North Lat.

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MaleSpeaker: Anyone who doesn’t know that a Woman is God, isn’t having nearly as much fun as they should be.

FemaleSpeaker>: The only way one can truly love a woman is by loving all women.

MaleSpeaker: The only way one can see beauty is if one finds beauty in everything.

FemaleSpeaker>: One must live forever in hell in order to say even one word. One word draws upon the resources of an entire planet, the universe, even. Imagine that...

MaleSpeaker: Your only salvation is color and music, movement and form.

FemaleSpeaker>: All language is darkness, and was meant only for daytime. At night, one’s only recourse is music, sex, and low lights upon the skin, like starlight

upon water.

MaleSpeaker: The stars are more important than you know. They, like you, have invested themselves completely in the architecture of the night.

FemaleSpeaker>: I am the Morning Star. The voice of countless lost souls crying in the wilderness.

MaleSpeaker: Have you ever associated a star with a body?

FemaleSpeaker>: Perhaps you have never completely relied upon the warmth of another.

MaleSpeaker: Watch the body of a woman. If you would see behind this mask. It is your only chance at sanity.

FemaleSpeaker>: Music, Music I tell you. Praise for yourself, eternally separated yet

mysteriously and oddly close, like a tree… like a Christmas tree <smile>

MaleSpeaker: Chastity, my friends, is simply not an option. You better learn to sing. And watch the stars.

FemaleSpeaker>: I do love the theater.

MaleSpeaker: And to that death, I share my master’s fate.

FemaleSpeaker>: Come with me into the deep, then. Do you hear the sun?

MaleSpeaker: On every tongue. Can I kiss your tongue?

FemaleSpeaker>: Sleep and dream of me awhile.

MaleSpeaker: Consume me, then, Lady Guinevere.

FemaleSpeaker>: My bed is yours, Lancelot. And when we wake, this shall be the House of Bones.

MaleSpeaker: The House of the Immortals.

FemaleSpeaker>: As you dream, so is it.

MaleSpeaker: There were others, though.

FemaleSpeaker>: Yes, how there were the songs to the Eye of Hubble, and to the Great Net, the Electronic Nexus, Jesus in the sky with diamonds. They created light, you know.

MaleSpeaker: How could they not? The space was theirs from the start and the river

of time waits with silent patience for the Kindred Spirit.

FemaleSpeaker>: You honor me, MaleSpeaker.

MaleSpeaker: There are many other stories. And you know it.

FemaleSpeaker>: Yes. But the Pattern always lives in the telling; it is only a matter of where and when and how.

MaleSpeaker: I tire...

FemaleSpeaker>: Then so shall you know me, then.

MaleSpeaker: Good night.

FemaleSpeaker>. And good ‘morrow...

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