47 TREES: A COSMIC CRUSADE, PART I

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47 Trees: A Cosmic Crusade, Part I

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Let your imagination take you for a thrilling ride on the crest of an interstellar wave . . . check out the author's visual rendition of this enthralling spiritual fantasy . . .

"Fuel cell thrusters, with their technology already highly advanced, were stacked at the symmetrical centre of a spacecraft―the engine core―and once a critical speed was attained with forward thrust, a spherical array of intensely fused plasma particles was released through a circular bank of emitters located in the middle deck of the vessel; a procedure known as corridor dispersal . . .

"The spherical array, led by a forward stream flowing out the bow of the ship, is shaped by the port, starboard and stern emitters with manipulated particle acceleration in the same manner as the graviton pulse; encompassing the entire vessel in a propelled corridor of plasma, with particle array continuity maintained by electromagnetic deflectors inside the corridor . . .

"The plasma dispersal array attracts positrons found in dark energy gamma-rays which interact with electrons in the process of antimatter annihilation to create ionized forward propulsion, while the E.M. deflectors protect the ship’s structural integrity and eliminate gravitational force at high speeds for passengers inside; essentially by floating the spacecraft in the middle of the plasma corridor, like an aerated bubble pulse streaming across the surface of water . . .

"The new technology, known as corridor propulsion, was installed on large-scale space ships beginning in the last decade of the thirty-eighth century . . . "

- Chapter 24: Quantum Mechanics

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This warrior is a solidly built young looking man who has actually lived hundreds of thousands of years; virtually immortal it seems because of many trips that have taken him several billions of annual continua through distant dimensional corridors, due to the demand on his acute skills. He is very tall with dark, straggled hair and almost always showing the shadow growth of an early beard. He is firm and muscular, especially considering his age, and carries a prehistoric look to go with the many years he has transpired. He was only wearing moose skin pants at that space and time.

The morning of fishing was a relaxing and welcome break for Bruno. He just returned from Planet Dlailia where he served as a bark shredder; the warriors who cover the flanks on tree raids. It is one of the most challenging and demanding of all tree raid positions. Bruno battled through rain, sleet, brutal cold and nasty gravity fields. He faced the possibility of losing his core on several occasions. And he knew the agony associated with being coreless. Bruno could not imagine life without a core.

Chapter 25: Muh

The aesthetic heaven was finally complete. The spiritual fibre in the one heaven lived in the gods, the trees, the land and the water. The USF lived in the vapour demons, the wizards and we wind warriors: except for one last remaining USF which Gorb of the aspens saved and kept hidden in the forested canyon. Gorb did this, insightfully, without the knowledge of the other gods.

They, the gods, were soon content to live within themselves. It seemed they were satisfied and happy with their new aesthetic heaven; it seemed the new heaven would endure a peaceful life embraced by the tranquility of the trees.

It seemed.

Chapter 8: The Void

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Zachary Steele was inspired by his most recent vampire vision on the Yuba River in California, during the late twentieth century of a non-interstellar era planet, so to speak. It was the summer of 1989 in the northern hemisphere of Planet Earth and Zachary was attempting to finish his family tree.

He came to realize the significance of this nemesis figure in his lifelong battle with morality―which was integral to his spiritual journey―and he may have found a clue through his genealogy search indicating why his vision manifested into a vampire. However, he was still uncertain of the reason for his visionary interstellar flight since childhood, the true meaning of the owls in his encounters with nature, and the current location of his parents, let alone the exact details of his ancestry . . .

“I probably have more questions, but I’m a little confused right now.”

“That’s quite normal. Remember Zachary, you have to believe.”

Beatrice Bagwa’s last few words faded into a fury of spark and glitter spinning around her body in a mosaic of colour; lifting into the air as the apparition bolted into the sky and over the horizon with a tail of blue haze.

The family tree researcher sat down and firmly grasped his bottle of whiskey. He slunk beside the fire as if he was entwined in a drugged stupor. He looked back to where the old lady was standing. He needed more fire. Zachary grabbed another two logs and set them on the coals. They quickly flamed. The flickering heat danced a soothing ballad and eventually put him to sleep.

Zachary left the Churchill River a very confused man.

Chapter 19: Venture North

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They watched in amazement as the small gift of nature revealed its subtle eminence. A swelling wave of water curled downriver and spread from bank to bank, plunging down the basin and rising up the slope of the shoreline as it flowed: a wall of water, moving, rising and travelling along the miraculous path of a living river. It took flight in Zachary’s brewing imagination, and he saw the vampires rising in his mind. He dropped to his knees and trembled, but it was too late: the river had taken him back to his battle . . .

Thoughts of his adolescent and young adult years entered his mind. He remembered the visions of fluttering owls escorting him along waterways and hiking trails during summer wilderness trips, and being profoundly awakened by the soft song of an owl one misty morning while camping alone. But then he heard the city traffic and the giant air conditioner from the apartment building across the street; his bedroom tucked in that monstrosity of a three-storey haunted house ― where he walked the hallways at night and the vampires would come rising from the cracks in the dark, oiled hardwood floors . . .

It was exhilarating as he soared through the cosmos, but true to the warnings of his dear old auntie who told him never to release his lifeline―the gleaming power source that emanated from his navel like an umbilical cord―the vampire would always turn against him somewhere in the distant galaxies; tempting his resolve by offering him this immortal freedom of flight in exchange for a meal of his soul, and testing his courage over and over by threatening his destruction.

“I will devour you. You will scream in pain as I rip your flesh apart,” the vampire would snarl.

“No, I am better than you. You cannot defeat me,” Zachary would collect himself in defiance.

Chapter 3: An Owl Story

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"The rain was wet; her hair was soft. Under the moonlight the inconspicuous shadow of Slattern crossed over her shoulder and down her slender body. Sally gazed across the eerie valley to the south; her eyes radiating anger and frustration. She was hemmed into a corner with nowhere to turn. She just wanted to be alone . . . 

Drizzle from the mist and fog spit through the quiet night and jabbed into Sally’s exposed head. The two stared intently at each other; their eyes glowing with a haunting blue and green glimmer. The silence of the forest was replaced with a reverberating snarl as both creatures growled a hateful hiss.

“What do you want?” demanded Sally.

“You,” answered Slattern . . .

She was naked as usual . . . 

And so, Sally and Sven Slattern made love in the marsh."

Chapter 2: Marsh Life

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"This is where I existed; an unidentified spiritual fibre, or USF, as we called ourselves. I was a non-entity, but nonetheless an element of the heavenly composite; hopeful of gaining an identity.

But I was not a god.

But I did exist.

The rest suits me fine . . . 

Eventually, after the organic habitat sprouted from the one aesthetic heaven, those fortunate souls taught to enter the spiritual dimension could marvel at a rare glimpse of the splendour. We USF and the manifestation of certain entities summoned spiritual powers: a heavenly gift of unintentional birth, spawn by intentional indulgence of the gods.

Imagine that."

Chapter 1: The Plan

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