Every few years, my human form needed a few down days for the destruction of some of it’s outdated hardware caches. I downloaded some firmware upgrades as well, and the install process on those is weeks and it hurts, bad. And as quickly as it had come on, the sickness ended.

You know about nanotechnology, right? 

Tiny little robots. They have set functions. I had this memory/dream/inspiration about my cloud. It’s a personal nano-swarm. Millions and millions of bots, invisible to all but the best microvision.  Attuned to a specific individual, the swarm is the ultimate in personal care.

Some bots trim my hair, keeping it in the style I like. They epillate the areas I like clear, like my face, my back. Some exfoliate, massage and moisturize my skin, applying sunscreen when needed. There’s a whole crew that works keeping nails clean and tightly trimmed. They amazingly power themselves off the dead cells, turns out that for a microscopic nanovirus, that’s a lot of power.  When a bot reaches the end of it’s life-cylce it launches itself into the air, along with sweet odors, like old time cologne. 

They self replicate. 

There are the cell herders inside my body as well, working to keep blood flowing properly, by cleansing my circulatory system of plaque the same way they clear my teeth. There are even certain troubleshooter teams who patrol my body regularly, searching for disease or irregular growth,  and then handlling most problems before they become problems.  I haven’t been “sick” in as long as I remember. The great thing, too is that they are dialed into the vast store of knowledge of all nanoswarms.  If they don’t know how to fix the problem, they figure it right out. 

Then there are the rebuilders. We call them Dozers. As cells wear out, there are swarms that get right to work reconditioning organs so seamlessly and gradually, nobody ever notices.  My report says that my heart has been optimized and replaced three times over. 

Once, there were great tales told of machines rebelling against man. There were countless stories of robots tearing us limb from limb. 

Yeah, never happened. Number one reason? 

I love my nano swarm and with it I’ll live forever.

I’m going to tell you a myth. We have limited language for this, and I am only beginning to unpack it. I’ve been getting some pretty heavy dream downloads, and I am still interpreting it. Words in <brackets> are not to be taken literally. 

There was this place, the closest word for it in our language is a <cemetery>.  But more specificity it is this place where <souls> come to rest. It’s a place where great, heroic souls pause before returning. It’s not on earth. It exists in a reality alongside our own. It has been there for as long as there has been time.

I have <inherited> <management> of this place, more specifically a wardenship. Unfortunately, the last wardens really <fucked> up the works. They put souls to rest haphazardly. They lost the paperwork. They put souls all over the place. It got to be way overcrowded and frustrating. After a few hundred years, the souls at rest started wandering. Many wandered back here, to earth, to occupy human bodies once again. 

While many of them are great <heroes of heaven>, some too are real <dicks>.  Some can exist alongside souls here. Others are going to control and overpower the earthbound souls they occupy.  Also, the spirits of these heroes are <amnesiac>. We’ve all forgotten who we are. 

There’s no getting the genie back in the bottle, so to speak. These genies are here to stay. But what I can do is gather the great ones. It’s a trick of remembering.  Somehow it falls on me to guide us to remember our true <purpose>. There is also something to sending the darker ones to whence they came. 

Okay. That was one dream the other day, like I said. Still trying to unpack it. 

Take a look around. Find the heroes.

There are more spacemen than just little ol’ me residing currently on this spaceship earth.  We are few and far between, and our mission is  massive. Most have not awakened yet to their purpose. I  am unusual in that respect.  When a spaceman meets another on the road, miracles happen.

Why are we here guys? Is it to have a career? Is it to have a relationship? Is it to be healthy, or rich, or good?Is it to throw a good party, or dance your ass off?   What is our path and why do we walk it?  Why exist?

Hanging out with Rif always gives me an interesting perspective on life. It is good to be reminded sometimes of who you can be and who you are. Rif’s worldview sees the world as an epic battlefield where angels are constantly doing battle with the dark forces of the universe. I relate. I often see myself as channeling some higher, perfected power. It’s always fun to run with others who can see themselves in a similar light. I like being an angel. It works. 

We humans are uniquely equipped to create our reality. We tell ourselves about how the world is constantly. We blog, creating the universe as we go. The way the world “is” is directly related to how we keep saying it is. If god is some vengeful landlord, we will find proof for that. If our landlord is a big jerk who never does any repairs, surprise! it’s true! if people all lie, it seems to us that no one tells the truth. If I can do no wrong, then… It just goes on an on.  Of course it is my belief that the stories we tell ourselves create our reality, so there you go. True for me. 

So what if we ourselves that it is divinely inspired, that some higher power guides us, elevating us.  What if those moments when we are most alive are those moments when the veil is thinnest between that angelic self and our Malkuthian earth bodies. I hung out with people who fly last night. I met angels who fed me chocolate and tea.  I connected with old friends in a different time. The barriers between the worlds get thinner when there are more of us gathering together.  I always have fun when I get to adventure with Rif. 

This is why we gather.  All that energy and self expression, it feeds that spiritual well. We gather together and we can draw from it so easily.  Don’t you feel more alive when surrounded by the friends who you love and admire. Focus that. 

This weekend, you will see your people. Decom, Homecoming, Space Island (although, I for obvious reasons prefer you come to Homecoming, so I can see you), or wherever you are, and it is up to you to elevate it. Find your highest self. Find the highest self in others. Connect with that. Play together. Find those young angels inside these adults with jobs and lovers and worries. Join together and find yourselves in dance and laughter and magic. It’s up to you. Lets show this city what happens when gods, goddesses, angels, demons, monsters and faeries gather together in the heart and elevate it. This weekend, lets burn our own man away, and leave only the highest within.

See you there. It’s up to you.