I was born 4 of the 7 as we were all close in gestation when given the opportunity to become new souls. Of the 7 births it was said that the birth of me was the quickest, and some believe that when my mother had decided it was time for my delivery, she merely convinced me to come out. I did this with ease, and from the first push to the last, 13 minutes elapsed I was born on August the 9th Of a year to this day I am not aware, as I would find out later is a necessity of my being a new soul as the 6 others as well. My father attended the birth of his son, though due to my haste to arrive he almost missed it, as he stopped to receive flowers for my mother he was hastened along by a nurse and arrived at the birthing room as my mother prepared for the first push, she knew he`d make it but she always had a dramatic flair, and when she seen him enter holding flowers being pushed by a nurse she couldn’t help but giggle, and let out a laboured groan. Rushing to her side my father glowed with joy and produced the flowers directly into her face, she sneezed and the birth began. 13 minutes later the fourth of seven was born, they named me Morley. The names of the other 6 I will not tell as they like me will tell you their story as I have, and they too will not tell you my name as I have not told you theirs I will however tell you the dates of their births and gender as born; they are as follows 1st. Male July 24, 2nd.Female July 29, 3rd. Female Aug 3, 4th. (Me)Male Aug 9, 5th. Male Aug 18, 6th. Female Aug 27, 7th. Female Sept 3. I should however mention that the first born was born first out of necessity and not choice, as his mother fell sick and needed medical attention and therefore his birth was induced. Either way though I have been 4th. In any future. My father returned shortly after my birth to Eternity for the last time before I would return with him, in his leave he left his work to the best capable of it`s fruition, and he returned to earth to begin my teaching. My teaching began at 18 months of age, at this point all 7 new souls had full grasp of basic language and motor skills, and for the most part all received the same teaching. This teaching was undertaken by the greatest minds of the time, and all of the teachers imparted all the belief of their crafts of choice upon the 7. Soon it was obvious at about 2 years 6 months of age that each of us had our likes and dislikes of the things we were being taught, this was supported and more specialists in each of the field we enjoyed were brought to teach each of us. I took a liking to perceived physics, and I enjoyed equally the fields of my parents for at that time they were the leaders in those fields and therefore I believed I had an edge, I would later however come to realize that it was in fact this Belief that I had, that did in fact give me an edge. By age 3, I could convince things to feel better, work faster, and in one instance made a toy run with absolutely no power source, and merely convinced it, that it didn`t need a power cell to run and it believed me though only for an instance. Of this my father was amazed and seeking council from specialists in the field of perceived physics it was deemed that my training shall be unguided and I be allowed to learn from experience of myself and not others. It was at this time that our first ship returned from a Voyage abroad, She returned with great discovery, little hardship and no loss and was deemed a great success of humanity. I could read in my fathers` eyes that he longed to congratulate his friends and now equals for they had achieved that of which his life’s main focus was until my existence, so on my 4th birthday I suggested to my father that the best place for me to continue excelling in my training was to go to with him to Eternity if he wished to return. He paused before reply, I knew when his reply came what it would be, as previously I had informed my mother of my wishes and she was unwilling to refuse me, so when his statement of we must ask my mother came I appeased his mind with her belief and he set forth hence to prepare for our departure. I returned to my mother a 4 year old of great knowledge and ability, but still the son of his mother, and she kissed me and hugged me for it was then that she told me she would not be returning to Eternity, and instead would remain on earth to help the 6 other children and their mothers prepare for what might be to come, the GSA was informed my father would be returning to Eternity. The scientists on Earth were happy for the LOE bound scientists as they would soon recover a great mind to the benefit of their sciences, Of our departure the culinary staff was advised and a feast of which my mother and father had never seen, being astronaut, was devised. Fruits, vegetables, cheeses, meats, anything man had ever eaten were brought before us, as this I would learn later was the last Family meal we would have together in the forms of my birth. It was marvelous, hundreds of well-wishers visited during that supper and to this day and yours it`s the most people I’ve ever had over for dinner It was 4 years after the meal my parents had on eternity; before my mother left my father with his child, and now it was my father leaving my mother, only this time he was taking the child with him. In a way it must be for the Universe to be balanced but in the minds of men it was mere coincidence, though not in my mind I was well aware of what I had accomplished with a suggestion. The training of the 6 others would excel under the guidance of my now wholly focused mother, and my training would increase with the benefit of the ones who think like my father and the freedom of thought one achieves in space. This brings us back to the first memory I remember and not the ones I’m told to remember. That Station, Eternity It’s where this chapter ends and the next begins.
20/02/2014
My Gestation, 7 new souls, Our Future.
Childhood: The first time.
My first memory exists to me so long ago, yet it actually hasn’t even happened and by all accounts may not happen for millennia. Though I’ll never forget that moment, it’s the first time I ever saw the station up close. I was 4 and to me it was enormous, to my Dad it was enormous, it was just enormous! It hung in the sky, under the moon but above the horizon almost connecting the two yet didn’t. It had taken 419 years to get to this point with the station, it was now considered fully operational. It was designed to resemble the hips, back and head of a human. The head is where most science, habitation, entertainment, and education takes place. “The head” spins at a constant rate so as to give the people inside of it an 80% gravity equivalent living environment. The spine of the station acts just like the name implies it carries all vital gases, liquids, and atomized matter to the required locations. people can travel the length of it and it intersects the ribs. Attached to the spine of the station extending away are the “ribs” these consist of alternating solar arrays, and atomically balanced bi-metallic strips in combination these two devices provide more than enough power for the stations’ production facilities and the ships that dock to it, they extend down 31 levels to the “hips. This is the largest part of the station; it consists of large double layer carbon fibre bags filled with Gasses, Liquids, and Atomized matter surrounded by a wire thin titanium/carbon net. You see the first thing humanity learned in relation to the costs of space travel was, only ever lift gasses. Never take water. Make water. Never take food. Make food. Once they realized that, cargo could be sent to LOE for a reasonable price; it was then compressed into tanks and stored. This has been going on for 400 years they have a lot of resources in space to say the least all stored in the hips of a Giant of a space station named ETERNITY and she was beautiful she was my new home.
I was born on Earth, as ALL humans are. You see for some unknown reason any time any human attempted to conceive, gestate, or birth a human baby in space, extra planetary, or any place other than EARTH. It failed, and it failed miserably usually resulting in the loss of both lives. It was then decided that all pregnancies must be carried to term earthbound. At the moment of realization of conception the mother is to immediately return to earth no matter the mission or situation that she finds herself in. This happened to my mother while working on Eternity in its final few years of construction. Her and my father both led groups of scientist in their respective fields, his being Interstellar transport, and gas electrification manufacturing techniques. My mother’s speciality was the study of energy transfer states as they relate to self-aware energy leaving an orbiting body’s Sphere of influence. Both highly respected fields, in high demand when tooling up to go explore space. So it was a sad, yet joyous day for my mother’s colleagues when she returned to earth to have a baby. My mother dropped everything having realized she had conceived in LOE, she panicked momentarily, and then thought. She called Global Space Agency (GSA) medical department and they scheduled a pick-up, she informed her colleagues gave her work to the right people to continue it and see it through. My father was last to know, she could barely tell him, it now meant they’d be apart and the only reason they took the jobs here were to be together. She was wrong in that thinking, though he was sad, he was about to be a father, no longer just a man a Father. He helped her pack-up the last of her essentials, and they went to dinner. The stations culinary crew had prepared them a wonderful nutrient rich meal, it was the last meal they would have together for 4 years, not that they wouldn’t see each other just that the busy schedules they now both kept never allowed them to be together long enough to sit down and eat. After that meal my father took my mother to the deportation rib and said his goodbyes. They promised to report to each other their daily progress, and this promise they kept. When my mother departed on the shuttle she was taken directly to GSA medical post on Earth there she underwent a full examination and determined to be 6 weeks pregnant, at this point of gestation the fetus is forming a viable body but is yet self-aware and therefore, it’s body can be used as a vessel for an existing self-aware person who’s body is failing them do to age. If circumstances prevail that no vessel is required be it family need or kin of man. Also if the circumstance prevails that the current population of Earth is less than 15,421,471,210 then in that instance the developing fetus shall be allowed to achieve self-awareness as a new soul, as was done in the days before population management. This is the situation that my mother and 6 other ladies with child found themselves, they were granted new souls to carry to term, and at 12 weeks I heard my mothers’ heartbeat so I’m told, at that moment a chemical reaction occurred in my still developing brain enveloped in darkness, I heard something not from within but without. At that moment the realization of existence came to my body and the child to be known as Morley began forming, utilizing the energy of the environment around me, provided by my caring mother the music, culture, and enlightenment gathered by every man that came before me played and spoke as I developed in my mother. Her 6 new friends all enjoyed the same benefit, and a sisterhood was formed between them knowing that the opportunity for this many new souls to come to existence at once are now highly improbable. My Father all this time being completely aware of my existence, as told to him daily by my mother was elated and his work excelled he advanced the belief of many under him to a level of understanding equal to his own. This was later beneficial to all humanities space exploration efforts, as the first time we went abroad my father was bound with my training and therefore could not lead the expedition, in his stead the one most like to his belief and understanding lead this mission and success and great discovery were made. My father was never bitter at this fact nor are most man of this time as ``bitter`` is a term used mostly in your time as in mine we take extreme joy in the success of other not in the failure, my father believed in his heart that had he left on that mission the choices made that lead to its realization may not have been made by him. Therefore the result was the only outcome that mattered.
My first memory exists to me so long ago, yet it actually hasn’t even happened and by all accounts may not happen for millennia. Though I’ll never forget that moment, it’s the first time I ever saw the station up close. I was 4 and to me it was enormous, to my Dad it was enormous, it was just enormous! It hung in the sky, under the moon but above the horizon almost connecting the two yet didn’t. It had taken 419 years to get to this point with the station, it was now considered fully operational. It was designed to resemble the hips, back and head of a human. The head is where most science, habitation, entertainment, and education takes place. “The head” spins at a constant rate so as to give the people inside of it an 80% gravity equivalent living environment. The spine of the station acts just like the name implies it carries all vital gases, liquids, and atomized matter to the required locations. people can travel the length of it and it intersects the ribs. Attached to the spine of the station extending away are the “ribs” these consist of alternating solar arrays, and atomically balanced bi-metallic strips in combination these two devices provide more than enough power for the stations’ production facilities and the ships that dock to it, they extend down 31 levels to the “hips. This is the largest part of the station; it consists of large double layer carbon fibre bags filled with Gasses, Liquids, and Atomized matter surrounded by a wire thin titanium/carbon net. You see the first thing humanity learned in relation to the costs of space travel was, only ever lift gasses. Never take water. Make water. Never take food. Make food. Once they realized that, cargo could be sent to LOE for a reasonable price; it was then compressed into tanks and stored. This has been going on for 400 years they have a lot of resources in space to say the least all stored in the hips of a Giant of a space station named ETERNITY and she was beautiful she was my new home.
I was born on Earth, as ALL humans are. You see for some unknown reason any time any human attempted to conceive, gestate, or birth a human baby in space, extra planetary, or any place other than EARTH. It failed, and it failed miserably usually resulting in the loss of both lives. It was then decided that all pregnancies must be carried to term earthbound. At the moment of realization of conception the mother is to immediately return to earth no matter the mission or situation that she finds herself in. This happened to my mother while working on Eternity in its final few years of construction. Her and my father both led groups of scientist in their respective fields, his being Interstellar transport, and gas electrification manufacturing techniques. My mother’s speciality was the study of energy transfer states as they relate to self-aware energy leaving an orbiting body’s Sphere of influence. Both highly respected fields, in high demand when tooling up to go explore space. So it was a sad, yet joyous day for my mother’s colleagues when she returned to earth to have a baby. My mother dropped everything having realized she had conceived in LOE, she panicked momentarily, and then thought. She called Global Space Agency (GSA) medical department and they scheduled a pick-up, she informed her colleagues gave her work to the right people to continue it and see it through. My father was last to know, she could barely tell him, it now meant they’d be apart and the only reason they took the jobs here were to be together. She was wrong in that thinking, though he was sad, he was about to be a father, no longer just a man a Father. He helped her pack-up the last of her essentials, and they went to dinner. The stations culinary crew had prepared them a wonderful nutrient rich meal, it was the last meal they would have together for 4 years, not that they wouldn’t see each other just that the busy schedules they now both kept never allowed them to be together long enough to sit down and eat. After that meal my father took my mother to the deportation rib and said his goodbyes. They promised to report to each other their daily progress, and this promise they kept. When my mother departed on the shuttle she was taken directly to GSA medical post on Earth there she underwent a full examination and determined to be 6 weeks pregnant, at this point of gestation the fetus is forming a viable body but is yet self-aware and therefore, it’s body can be used as a vessel for an existing self-aware person who’s body is failing them do to age. If circumstances prevail that no vessel is required be it family need or kin of man. Also if the circumstance prevails that the current population of Earth is less than 15,421,471,210 then in that instance the developing fetus shall be allowed to achieve self-awareness as a new soul, as was done in the days before population management. This is the situation that my mother and 6 other ladies with child found themselves, they were granted new souls to carry to term, and at 12 weeks I heard my mothers’ heartbeat so I’m told, at that moment a chemical reaction occurred in my still developing brain enveloped in darkness, I heard something not from within but without. At that moment the realization of existence came to my body and the child to be known as Morley began forming, utilizing the energy of the environment around me, provided by my caring mother the music, culture, and enlightenment gathered by every man that came before me played and spoke as I developed in my mother. Her 6 new friends all enjoyed the same benefit, and a sisterhood was formed between them knowing that the opportunity for this many new souls to come to existence at once are now highly improbable. My Father all this time being completely aware of my existence, as told to him daily by my mother was elated and his work excelled he advanced the belief of many under him to a level of understanding equal to his own. This was later beneficial to all humanities space exploration efforts, as the first time we went abroad my father was bound with my training and therefore could not lead the expedition, in his stead the one most like to his belief and understanding lead this mission and success and great discovery were made. My father was never bitter at this fact nor are most man of this time as ``bitter`` is a term used mostly in your time as in mine we take extreme joy in the success of other not in the failure, my father believed in his heart that had he left on that mission the choices made that lead to its realization may not have been made by him. Therefore the result was the only outcome that mattered.
Birth and why you dont remember it.
you'd never do it again if you did.
It begins with the pain, preceded by what seemed like an eternity, I can’t say if it was like this my first time, but every time since it’s exactly the same. The squeezing, the pressure, a pounding headache. Then the squeezing again, it’s not light but lit, and then it gets dark. So dark that the last time you blinked feels like never ago. Then the Final squeeze and that light so intense and warm, yet the air, the space, the everything, so cold. Every sensor fires, everything wakes up and the pain of life manifest in a most primal rage. I cry out, and I’m relentless. Soon I’m elevated into open space by my feet and neck. Wrapped in a sensor abating cloth and relieved of the overload of input just previously thrust upon me. Then it happens, the realization, it’s worked we’ve done it again. The memories return, my self-jumps back to being as such and there I lay the best hope for humanity Born again, in a different time, helpless to effect change for a decade at least all the while carrying the hopes of the universes’ future. Altering the past of humanity waiting for probability and averages, to finally give the result they crave for. The thing everything in existence craves for, to have your existence be acknowledged and therefore justified. This is the 34th time I’ve been born and I hope they have toilets in this time and if not, I better be a male.
I think it’s time to start, at the beginning. My beginning, not yours. My time, not yours. They say start with the end in mind. How true that is because we’re at THE END so now we must start in the mind.
It begins with the pain, preceded by what seemed like an eternity, I can’t say if it was like this my first time, but every time since it’s exactly the same. The squeezing, the pressure, a pounding headache. Then the squeezing again, it’s not light but lit, and then it gets dark. So dark that the last time you blinked feels like never ago. Then the Final squeeze and that light so intense and warm, yet the air, the space, the everything, so cold. Every sensor fires, everything wakes up and the pain of life manifest in a most primal rage. I cry out, and I’m relentless. Soon I’m elevated into open space by my feet and neck. Wrapped in a sensor abating cloth and relieved of the overload of input just previously thrust upon me. Then it happens, the realization, it’s worked we’ve done it again. The memories return, my self-jumps back to being as such and there I lay the best hope for humanity Born again, in a different time, helpless to effect change for a decade at least all the while carrying the hopes of the universes’ future. Altering the past of humanity waiting for probability and averages, to finally give the result they crave for. The thing everything in existence craves for, to have your existence be acknowledged and therefore justified. This is the 34th time I’ve been born and I hope they have toilets in this time and if not, I better be a male.
I think it’s time to start, at the beginning. My beginning, not yours. My time, not yours. They say start with the end in mind. How true that is because we’re at THE END so now we must start in the mind.
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