Living with Altair: A Journey through Memory in the Utopian State of Mind

Ok, here goes a lil' fun with fiction...

The day before yesterday was in fact a week ago from today. The day a week ago was yesterday and all of yesterdays are today. And with all this said, it is known that the past will always dwell with the present. I can still sense the salty air at Aquila beach still bow-tied with the smell of her freshly shampooed hair. The thought of her smooth yet sand interrupted skin still lingered at my sense of touch. Cobwebs, it felt like, stroked my neckline but not as irritatingly so, as this feeling of her was still at bliss. This brunette’s long hair of glory draped curtains around me and the dim lit sky behind her. Stars in the invisible glass sky mimicked the freckles on her cheeks. A gargantuan image of the ringed planet, Terrius, sleepily layed in the background. A lunar eclipse might possibly describe her soft pale skin and round cheeks as they descended down on me in privacy. And finally, the moment I’ve been waiting for ignited the double sun sunset night even with closed eyes. My first kiss with her will always be missed. It will always be remembered and re-lived. A photo flash finish and the memory faded out into the darkness. Here I was back again at the present. I think I will enjoy some of last year’s memory again later in the bi-solar day. Uncuffing myself from the vitruvian star machine, I stepped back down to the present day Nibiru and left the chamber. The glass skywalks made pleasant viewing of the jade green oceans well below my feet. My every step invaded the sounds of the waves clashing below. But in this joyful state of being, they harmonized with each other and created a pleasant soundtrack for the walk back home. Happily, and at peace of mind, I enjoyed taking in the imperfect perfection planet Nibiru had to offer me. After all, not everyone thinks a first kiss with a brunette under the crystal clear sky of Altair at Aquila beach is perfection. I know many who would complain at the thought of having diamond sand encrustations coating their hair tips. It’s too rough they say, but some do like it rough I say. How lucky was I to have made it this far from Earth to Altair? If there is a heaven and if there is a hell, then I survived a hell of a rough journey from Earth to here. You see, a utopia is a state of mind. With all the chaos, deceit, and corruption back at Earth, achieving this utopia was impossible. People were dying of depression and fine memory starvation. Every crumb of a good memory was consumed by the gluttony of the bad memories. The poor were defined by their lack of positive emotion. The rich struggled to stay rich, but failed miserably upon realizing that their good memories were made from their harassment and neglect of other people. The sons and daughters of the new gave me another chance at a perfect life, carrying along with me the good memories of the past. Altair would give me the freedom to peace of mind by its method of memory restructure, access to clearly stored memories, and flexibility of user memory duration. More importantly, Altair would give me a new hope and a new home.

The Altar of Altair, as it is officially named, spread out waiting for me to latch back in; spread out to complete the mechanism to travel in memory rather than simply travel in time. The fabric of space is an ever abundant wooly cloth in which time and memory are stitched together creating a dimension of life to its creator. Humans are the grand cloth makers, and through sowing a length of time to lived memories, they will carry with them a blanket of life to be lived. Any part of this cloth of space can be reached in the realm of its unique creator. People can travel through all seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years of their lives! The method of memory restructure by the Altar of Altair makes reliving great moments in life possible again. These are moments in which everything in the world or in the immediate environment seems to become perfect in the eye of the beholder. The altar stood at a vertical plane resting at all four sides of the marble chamber’s hall in five points. The memory travel device spread out in five points of a star. Each tip of the star shaped device was comprised of unique metal alloy fasteners. The center of the star device left an empty silhouette of Leonardo Da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man to be filled in by the user. Setting myself in this device, I could feel the gel-like fillers in the hollow 5 points of the star enveloping my hands, feet, and scalp in what felt like a dead cold. Goosebumps had overpopulated on the surface of my body, but soon began to fall back into my skin as the Altar of Altair was fired up by the mere impulses of my brain. The air became ionized as I could easily taste it on my tongue even with a shut jaw. The nodes and energy passages running through the star’s five points immediately lost their transparency in the pink gel and glowed to an amazing titanium blue. The dark chamber hall illuminated to lines and right angles of this deep true blue finish and grew in luminosity to a heavenly pure crisp white. I felt motion and an intense velocity of ascension to somewhere, somewhere where I wanted to go. I squinted throughout everything as the white did flood my pupils in blindness. The surrounding parameter of this worm hole I was travelling through could not be heard. The air could not be felt. I wasn’t too sure if I was even still alive. And yet, while all sense was lost, something began to fine tune itself.

Imagery and perception began to fade in from white, to a grayscale, and back to pure light spectrum color. I squinted to regain my focus again from the blur of life before me. I gasped for a grand gulp of oxygen to refill my empty lungs only to be filled by the smell of charcoal and ash that should have been snowflakes falling. At least, I wish it were snowflakes falling as I clearly remember hoping for back then. My mom stood hunched in front of me, facing me with those glossy green eyes. Staring into them alone, I could tell that her eyes screamed and cried for my survival. Her ash smeared face soon drew lines of tears down her cheeks and eventually tear dropping off her jaw line, bungee cording away from her with no bungee. Soot and ash were everywhere; the sky was a pale, death bed gray. Crowds of chaos made up the background. There is so much pain everywhere, I thought. This was the downside to the highly developed memory travel technology that the Altar of Altair possessed. It had nothing but laser cut, clear memories for you to go back to. Everything within the memory was accurate to all senses, emotions and time. It was an unbearable memory but it was the last memory I had of my mother. Nuclear war had broken out in certain parts of the world, and martial law had been declared in the U.S. by the elite. It was said that our survival depended on the control that the government would put on its citizens. News broke out of concentration camps being utilized by FEMA to gather everyone together. When space ran out, people began to disappear into the fire. Trains were loaded with clumps of screaming fleshy humans. Infants were ripped out of the hands of their mothers and left for dead on the soot covered firm pavement. Families were destroyed in a matter of seconds. And my mom, all that I had left in this universe, would soon be separated and ripped away from my hugging clench too. “I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough yet to keep you in my arms mommy!” Everything turned blurry and distorted again and these last tear filled images made everything look like an aquarium in disaster. She was long gone now, but I still remember those casino-like lights in the sky that broke through everything that was happening at the time. My lips were salty from my tears as I licked them dry. I wiped away my gray face with the sleeve of my plaid wool coat. It was rough, but I could see clearly now the rain was gone. The sky appeared to have opened up as if it had something good to say finally. Instantaneously, a slight portion of a craft that was not of this world became visible. It began to descend while blowing away cloud formations, and then, a flash!

My eyes re-opened, feeling swollen and heavy, they struggled to stretch all the way. It took me a few seconds to come back to my senses that I was back in Altair again. I remembered that I had set the altar to return me to present state after a time lapse of five Altarian minutes. Memory travel is just like regular travel. I can go back in my time and still meet someone back for lunch in present time if I had to. I get to choose and control my duration and sustainment of selected memory by the flick of a brain wave before memory travel is initiated. I can even meet someone back at a past shared memory. Disengaging the star device, the star’s points unlocked me from their jelly grasp. A suction of air slurped out along with my hands, feet, and head. I stepped out of the marble chamber peering out into altair. The whole binary star system was visible! I often overlook it, but it was especially beautiful at this time of night.

Realizing I was late for my date with the brunette, I stumbled from my freeze framed moment of awe and back into a progression of the present. More memories lay ahead of me to experience. Life is good. I better keep it that way. A light jog to Café 2Stellar ought to get me there on time to my Nibiruan beauty. And with every landing step to her, I began to realize the state of my utopia. I was blessed to reach my state of utopia here at the Altair system. With more positive memories, I’ll have my state of utopia reinforced more and more. There will be more exciting visits in the Altar of Altair when I want to, where I want to, and how I want to. A utopia isn’t perfect without first realizing what makes the outside world imperfect. It is only with struggle that a light can be found, because without dark, there is no light, and without light, there is no dark. I will always remember Earth, and thankful for these new friends who have given my mom peace and rest. I’ll see you in times both good and bad; both old and new. I’ll see you in a constellation of memory near you.