Just One Person’s Way of Nurturing Hope (And Sending a Greeting)

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He is risen

By which ever Means, Faith or Belief you are able keep Hope in your Heart.

Howsoever you embrace Compassion, Respect and Tolerance for the Innocent, Vulnerable and those who return the sentiments in equal measure.

I wish you well this day and forever.   

Hope

 

24 thoughts on “Just One Person’s Way of Nurturing Hope (And Sending a Greeting)”

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      The task you set me. Done it-

      2643

      There came another plague, because there were so many people, crowded in the losses were higher. The plague was fought. Despite the evidence that Nature was at work some in their fear denied this fact and made up hysterical stories of government conspiracies because part of the plague was The Fear. The Fear led to a War like no other. Deniers against Acceptors, and there was more loss. The Acceptors won, thought there was no joy in the victory.
      For once truly satiated there was a sorrowful peace.
      Humanity moved on, throughout the Solar System feeding the restlessness and found in other worlds, there was no room for conflict. Only survival. And was still restless.

      The M-Drive had been nuanced so that Humanity could step outside of the Solar System. The Urge had called so strong that over the past two hundred years Humanity had untied to be at one with the Physics and the Engineering. For this passage wars had caste aside. Long had the Universe sung out its offering. Now Humanity follow.
      By the year 2500 the fleets had been assembled in sufficient numbers to ensure each was mutually supporting. Ten fleets for the ten stars within ten light years. Both mystics and mathematicians were united at the symmetry. After all plans and calculations had been ensured as safe as possible it seemed only right 2510 was the year when the fleets set forth beyond the boundaries of the Solar System. The crews were of many disciplines along with the of course the military underlying current. Humanity was at one with itself; but would that be the same out in the vast unknown. It had never rid itself of the wariness, habits of thousands of years are hard to shake.
      Wariness though when harnessed leads to thoroughness. There not just one sort of ships. Scout ships, survey ships to scan planets, landing ships for the first steps, research ships to accommodate all those disciplines, hospital ships, food production ships; the latter two to supplement the other ships onboard facilities, manufacture repair ships, watch ships and of course command ships. Each fleet a small nation.
      All linked to each other and Earth through the Sixth Dimensional hub.

      The worlds of the Solar System waited on the news, waited with eagerness and attention fuelled by only a day’s duration in messages and the knowledge that the entire round trip would take ten years. For those learned in the myriads sciences of health in alignment with those versed in the more Ethereal aspects of Human perception had estimated this would be the maximum time span the complete Human Consciousness and Social Matrix could stand the strains imposed by the sheer scope and intention of the explorations. There were systems scientific, social and spiritual nuanced to guide folk through.
      Amongst these were small cores of folk who came from a long tradition which had been engaged upon finding a system which relied upon small communities in which leadership and attendant responsibilities were rotated through the community. The problem which engaged the finest of their minds down the years was ensuring this would be free of opportunistic exploitation by the seemingly constant factor of folk of ill-will. There was one new factor though being the stellar explorations, which although required a massive effort far beyond the capabilities of small communities had brought that unity of purpose into the equation. It could add a new momentum. All was possible.
      As regards the explorations the supporters of all old theories and postulations as regards civilisations were waiting eagerly to see if their particular argument would hold true. In particular the several schools of thought revolving around the lack any communications or indications. The ‘Where Is Everybody?’ grouping.

      The reports coming back were being filtered and passed to the populations in carefully doctored plausibilities. In particular the occasional catastrophic tragedy in loss of life on one vessel or the entire vessel, details were reduced. For there were other concerns. One old postulations was appearing to be above the rest.
      There were found on some worlds, ruins and great evidence of bodies. The same over and over.
      Great hubs of metals, holed, rusted; the shattered thousand upon thousand shards of glass where had been ornate towers; burnt embers of cities of many materials, beneath toxic oceans corroded and broken. And always evidence of mechanical means of destruction. Always.
      The grim messages kept coming back. Monitoring devices were left to keep mechanical track and the fleets returned to firstly obvious celebration at safe harbours, but soon there was pondering over the findings. Civilisations went so far and then consumed themselves in destruction. The dread question was asked. Would this always be The Fate? The Governments met.
      Philosophers, Social Scholars, Biological Experts, Experts in Myriad Medical disciplines. Historians, Theists and Esotreics. All were welcomed to the discourses and viewing the sombre evidence. Yes the risk was high, even at this stage of world-wide focus and co-operation, there were always the risks of pressures, cracks and ruptures. There was the all too close possibilities of extinction. The evidence was there, varieties of bodies and devastations. There would of course have to be deeper studies into each cause which required perceptions as to what type of races or civilisations functioned only so far. Another set of tasks, vast enough to occupy the crews of the fleets to report their own findings and conclusions.
      Would there be the time.
      The even greater a call than the original explorations.

      Amongst all this great focused effort, there came in quiet ways, those folk who lived in those small communities with no constant leaders.
      Brining their offerings
      ‘We suggest our ways. We know the assimilation will take some time. We know there are difficulties. Yet since all other paths seem to lead to extinction before true fruition, maybe you would like to try ours?’
      Folk of great experience in the enormity of all which was Human Experience and Practice and Knowledge looked on the formulas, pondered
      And concluded by one means or another in 2643.
      ‘It’s worth a try,’

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      • Thank you good friend for that affirmation.
        When I tied it all up it looked uncompleted as I expected it would. It was a case of someone with one probably narrowish (political) outlook taking the idea as far as they- I could imagine it.
        I now hand it over to you, for you gave me the inspiration to go beyond my usual zones.
        If you or anyone you know can take the narrative into the next step, do so with my encouragements.😀

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      • This may take some time as I am off for minor surgery in the city. Not expecting any complications, but they are looking into bowel problems. They do not know what they might find. I am a mystery to them.
        Hopefully I will be able to expand on your ideas, but likely I will be moving it into a character-motivated plot rather than pure narration. What are people like in 2643? Hopefully somewhat different from 2024!

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      • Yes take up the narrative, the character perspective would be what is needed. All the best with the venture😀.

        Sorry to hear about your complications there. We hope it all goes well.
        Sheila has suffered for many years with IBS and haemorrhoids, sends her sympathies and best wishes.

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      • Mine back to her. I’ve been without a colon for 30 years now. No ostomy, a built-in pouch that never worked properly. Maybe medical advances can help.

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      • We tip our hats in collective salute to you my good friend for your courage and perseverance, for the simple act of keeping keeping on.
        In such a situation to wake up and rise each morning is an act of its own sort of bravery.

        Once more we wish you well for that appointment.

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      • Thank you, my friends. But really it isn’t bravery — just a special love of being alive. I know my life will end, but I know in my heart life is forever. So I enjoy it while I can.

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  4. Happy Easter to you, dear friend. And thank you for the good wishes. I hope you and Sheila had a wonderful family day, as did I. And now, someone needs to put all this chocolate out of my reach!!! Hugs, my friend.

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