Here is an excerpt from the science fiction which I have been writing about a planet nestled in the Orion Nebula which is a part of an ancient experimental program of three planets which have been observed and studied experimentally by an alien overlord which has used them for metaphysical purposes. In this excerpt, about 30,00 words in, a t’lame of Kanxla, a province of the planet, has taken a laced drink which produced a hallucinogenic spiritual exchange of the soul knowledge within Jiaku, an immortal agent of the alien overlord set to control the experiment on-planet. Peliwa Ona essentially becomes an emancipated soul in this exchange by raising her vibration. Jiaku obviously didn’t intend that.
“Yoza n’até be mih’yaha fa Aniku?” he asked her, stirring in himself, his body swaying lightly to the musical instruments which played autonomously through ticking gears and recorded crystal shaads.
“This hero I don’t know,” she murmured, her voice hushed, as she knew their voices had been carrying in the open air beyond the chamber door. Peliwa Ona left his side to close these doors at once, returning quickly and studying him with her eyes. Would she wait the drug or would she probe Jiaku? She knew how his mind worked, the many levels of his vast consciousness. She knew because he had told her often in clandestine training, but she also knew that he concealed much of that advanced brain of his so that he could always be several leaps ahead of her.
“Mih’yaha yu étorvéte o’ok,” Jiaku began, took a small sip of Ayahuwaza, then blurted in an alien tongue so foreign, phonetic gylphs didn’t exist for the sounds she heard. All that was distinguishable in her limited mind was what she felt could sound like, “Dhefhisij sif sif jeskef itdogk sijig téurheg sdag siffan.”
Do it, she felt her inner mind budging her. Jiaku wouldn’t employ these exaggerated techniques to test her loyalty. Now was the time to extract information from this intoxicated man. She knew Jiaku to be an exceptional wuhilinan, a truly intelligent man, that he’d never have willingly taken that drug combination unless someone had drugged him. But who? Was there a secret traitor or assassin of the Lacetic Guild preying behind the scenes?
“Jiaku, sit down upon the y’tum and sing me a song,” she said, slowly beginning her interrogation. If it had been a test, she would test that test by slowly masking her intentions with the routine one would use to keep conscious a concussion victim.
“Kisuli te ajasan be.
Poj kale min varték nö ajuta yui.
Ha mumin nö umajwa uvui.
Nöl kii hane za gizuin tö azakun komeyu.
S’te no ki oxe havkjne glea?
Yazinate lashar li te kelu no.”
He sings to me a love poem of sorrow, she thought, foggy dilated pupils staring into her eyes. She felt then an energetic tug, a snake slithering through her eyes and then into her very soul. That feeling gripped her in the center of her brain and she felt subdued by it. She mentally broke free from the sensation and realized that Jiaku had been spinning ayéranic komöwe on her, bewitching her as his attempt to reject her compulsion to control him.
So he was slightly conscious of his lack of free will in the scopolamine trance, she thought, smirking. She was far too perceptive to allow herself to feel sympathy for his drug-induced trace. The fool shouldn’t have taken scopolamine with her coming, but she feared one of his spies waited behind a faux-wall somewhere doing as spies did.
“A tenor’s voice has always seemed to attract the woman in me,” she congratulated, as if treating him a child to entice his attention. Peliwa Ona moved slowly over to the unlaced spice drink and sipped, waiting a few minutes for it to take a mild effect. She was suddenly rushing energetically in her head, her veins and muscles wanting to dance, but in the intermediate state of consciousness, she rapidly expanded her yuk’wima, attempting to sense any external agents which Jiaku might have hidden. In their vicinity, they were completely alone. Using the hallucinogen to expand her awareness hadn’t been an easy task, but it worked, and before it worked her, she quickly began probing him.
“Why have you denounced the usefulness of Shrisatanya Makan?” she boldly asked, slightly feeling guilty and fearful for taking advantage of the man who could have her assassinated in a moment’s notice after the second it was found out from his trance. She knew his spy holes in the throne room, but she didn’t know if he was smart enough to construct new ones around her awareness, ayahuwaza involved or not.
“She carries the goda. My spy had watched yozéméli, studying her. She revolts against the Suwek and thus against the experiment. She carries the goda,” Jiaku said gleefully, moving over to the potted turi palms and petting them, explaining to her how old the plants had been.
“Who will assassinate her?” she asked.
“Buri Laceta,” he responded.
Lacetic Guild, I knew it, she thought. She then responded, “When will I be assassinated?”
Jiaku turned to her, grimaced by such a question, then scowled, said: “You’re too useful to assassinate. No one would believe a thing you say that’s out of turn.”
“How many of the Suwek are off-worlders?” she asked, Jiaku responding that he was the only one, and that there had been agents in the past who disappeared. Then he proceeded to admit his four-thousand-year-old age and the benefits of being an off-worlder.
“Then what are your are your plans for Subject-III?” she probed, repeating herself at times as the hallucinogen began to take a small portion of her conscious mind. Within moments, she began to deeply hallucinate uncontrollably, Jiaku’s responses becoming dimmer and fainter, her own mouth lipping words she couldn’t consciously make out.
“Did you lace the drink with scopolamine?” she remembered fearfully asking at one point, Jiaku loudly exclaiming, “Yes, yes, yes!”
“What have you done?!” she shrieked, the two locked inside of the throne room and left victims of a drug which rendered them obedient to either of their spontaneous suggestions.
Hours had passed until Pelia Ona and Jiaku felt normal enough to hold a common conversation. The two of them had woken up, drifting from being intoxicated from the Pozax-31-Scopolamine-Ayahuwaza trio which siezed the assets of their attention. They had been engulfed in hallucinogenic combinations. Numbers, lines, shapes, concepts, and artistic fractals had perturbed them in the space of their minds until they could no longer endure the long seizure that was their visions of futures which would occur between the both of them.
In the drugged comatose they had shared, that mental imprisonment of minds between dark intentions, the two were stained of gray intentions in a universe which asked but only color. The two had shared a complicated universe in which they merged souls in the ancient miyöwe way, they union of two spirits and souls who merged essence to share a collective prescience. Therein, the astral bodies could interlope and envelope, transmitting the basal essences of their core dimensionality. This exchange would transcend time, altering the lower-entity being to a higher state of being in which the lower entity would elevate its consciousness and vibration. In that exchange, Jiaku had essentially uplifted the vibration of Peliwa Ona’s energy, making her an emancipated soul, but therefore lacking the body which such a complex soul needed.
This essentially made her a step besides Jiaku in that sense, elevating her to a place which would help her soul to understand the breadth that he was, and in the C.C.’s standards, she could never be granted the goda as her soul had elevated to a level where she’d essentially be able to operate on the platform of security in which he did. Free from the trance, Jiaku gave her not a budge of his attention for the longest time. They sat in the same room, wordless and speechless, but having internal conversations multiplying in their minds proliferating like fungus on bread in the rain.
Jiaku had nothing to say, only his firm disgust in allowing himself to make the novice mistake of being arrogant enough to assume that he could mentally control his body during the intoxication of scopolamine. It was daring, risky, and audacious on him, and he never preconceived that Peliwa Ona would elevate to such a degree as to share his spirit and elevate the vibration of her body, mind, and soul. That in itself had become an omnipotent revelation. Just like on Earth, he thought, the humans did such a thing. They began empathizing with our agents on human levels we had never before understood in our observations. This revelation proved that we misunderstood humanity and that they were highly intelligent, equipped spiritual beings. They defied our experiments, broke hold, started a revolution, and had usurped the hold we had on them, gaining a galactic base in which over the past three-thousand years we had limited funding in our two remaining epxeriments.
He felt sick, but couldn’t deny himself to ignore Peliwa Ona. She had done such a thing that human beings had done on Earth, absorbing the light of the higher-dimensional agents which were employed there, and then elevating their vibration to higher degrees of materiality which allowed them to reach the fifth and sixth dimension. They now reside in the Pleiades star system, ignoring the confederacy and playing of their own perfected free-will. If the humans realized that there were other experiments, we’d have our heads in the sands of the Regal Realms, he thought, but he knew Peliwa Ona had been there with him.
The reason of her inactive silence had been the integration of her new emancipation. Her flesh wouldn’t take to the change of her immortal consciousness, but she would have protection and even after she emancipated and died, she’d have the right to charge him with sentient s’kolitbalétmén, the act where an immortal destroys an emancipating mortal during purgatory. In this state of soul transience, that soul would await the integration period of emancipation. It was like a meditative period where the soul would contemplate all of its previous lives and then understand it, accepting it, forgiving it, and elevating to what some humans called Heaven, but in the galactic confederacies, it was simply stardom.
“You know what I now know,” he said, bewildered and huffing for air. It had taken him some while to process his thoughts. Although they were both affected by scopolamine, because they had gotten into a state of astral projection, their souls would remember, and Peliwa Ona had used an ancient Aniku rite of Miyöwe where a soul would bind to another in any experience to fully share it. It was generally conjectured by the Regal Cosmos, the alien overlord which had full access to everything known in Jialu, what the Pleiadian’s called the “milky way,” that lower entities attached heavily to the material universe would shatter and break if elevated in miyöwe with a higher-vibrating entity. How she survived to elevate using his energetic vibrations, it suggest logically that the Aniku were ready to emancipate, but he knew in his loins that the Aniku were merely lab rats being coaxed and vexed, used and abused, for purposed deeper than what anyone could comprehend. The Aniku were exploited exactly as the humans were.”