By Gary Sohmers, 2017 copyright, All Rights Reserved
Chapter Eight – Dinosaur Rock
Now, looking back, I believe that this may have been the catalyst, a real clue to the success of my mission, to find emotional and intellectual triggers to evolve the beasties so their humans do not allow the planet to destroy humanity.
On the concert stage Voice again takes over as leader of his show, totally aware that what just happened was real to him and his fellow musicians, some of whom are still skeptical of that fantasy being reality. Terra and I are by her easel, and a second easel has been set there for me by a stagehand. Terra’s artwork is again a representation of planet Earth and mine conveys a meteor streaking towards Terra’s easel, alluding to the universe possibly sending another meteor to hit earth and restart their experiment.
To save a planet from dying of neglect, save it from the tortured thoughts, activities and beliefs of unsure humans who have little of their precious time to exist, action must be taken to terminate the continuous eating away at the core subconscious belief system they harbor. Humans need to evolve their emotional spirit as a species planet-wide and find a way to make humans more aware.
The challenge of reality against this flight of fantasy was about to take shape and make this a much bigger picture. Looking deep into Terra’s eyes, past the memories, the fear, the experiences to her soul i saw a picture of a ravaged earth in the form of her heart. Ravaged by humans, ravaged beyond my previous comprehension having never been let so deeply into the heart of a being this pure, as if being invited into the soul of the planet where supposedly all good grows.
Since her awareness several years earlier in her life, Terra has surrounded herself externally with positive beasties to keep a monster of sadness from releasing itself from within her or destroying her from within, but she sees the monster reflected in the words and actions of herself and society. Sometimes her friends, acquaintances and even some family, her atmosphere, seem to be corrupted beyond communication by the negativity. From what she feels, misunderstood emotions, thinking and reality cause irrational behavior and actions she feels she sometimes cannot control, and it makes her sad.
Like Terra, the sci-fi rock of a planet may also believe for some irrational reason that the cause of its misery may be its own internal struggle below its surface, hidden from the eyes and heart of the universe. Internalizing all the problems of its surface, Terra Firma also withdraws from the monster it knows as irresponsible humans, much like her namesake in human form, but the universe will never turn its back on the shining jewel.
As the planet, mother nature, felt just as her namesake. Her internal beasties were also eating her core and atmosphere. Similar maladies, similar symptoms, similar results led me to try to add some levity to the situation and relieve some stress and pressure, and Voice’s choice of his next song to perform allowed that. Like a volcano or geyser, all humans need a release occasionally to balance the internal expectations and disappointments.
On a hand cue, Vibe and the band kick into the asian rock n roll sound of “Dinosaur Rock,” Voice’s attempt to correlate the past with the present to protect the future. Sure everything has its “time” on the planet, and what happens during that time becomes “history” so why not relate the time prior to the last planetary destruction to the current crisis with poetry, singing and music.
The monster within Terra that i saw in her core through her fearful eyes, I could sense was in our proximity, the ultimate in narcissistic evil, larger than life, supported by the fear and anger of the populace.
Dick T.Raitor remained.
The chill from all of that, the thought processes, deep feelings and visualizing the potential consequences, inside so many human minds, reading so many belief systems, encountering so many irrational beasties, kinda rocked me into an awareness previously unimaginable.
Wait a minute here, for explanation sake, all of this mental analysis happened within us in mere seconds of human time … remember, your time keeps moving but i can stop or slow your reality time … a lucky talent for me … for right now. Although I may need universal strength to give Terra, Voice and thousands of their followers some instructions for dealing with a human eating creature that will also devour the earth, even if many only get the imaginary entertainment from it.
Comedy can be a defense against irrational behavior even possibly in giant lizards. So using my mental strength and skills crafted from transcension and billions of years of universal knowledge, I begin by activating everyone’s imagination directly within their parietal lobe of the brains. The ability to produce a mass hallucination is simple.
The thundering beat and crunching guitars signaled a unified movement in the audience, up and down, emulating the ponderousness of the prehistoric beasts that roamed the earth millions of earth years ago.
I projected a thought into the mass of minds of Dick T.Raitor as a large green beast.
Now next to the stage in front of us all, at least visually in their minds, stood a full size, prehistoric tyrannosaurus rex, with its own beasties, straight outta the science books, manifested into a blood lusting, partial human being, and spurred on by those who have no concern for humankind if it does not fit their beliefs exclusively and profits them … a monster of the ages, imagined in Terra’s gut and grown from Terra Firma’s core, like an expedition to a lost world in some science fiction novel written in the 19th century, here we were witnessing something very unbelievable … or imaginary.
Voice steps up to the microphone as the audience nods in unison and sings “He’s a Big Tyrannosaurus, about 80 feet long, big and ugly and awful strong, got a roar that rings like a gong, just leaving destruction as he moves along,” as he is describing T.Raitor and an extinct raptor.
As the representative corporate and political tool of greed and corruption, him appearing here at this park during this concert and my visit were cosmic coincidences. His despicable plan was an attempt for he, along with his cronies and allies, to become the controllers of all physical resources of Earth, situation that was not easily available. But since they felt that they had enough support, influence and funding to push that agenda, they figured they would just try.
DT, as he was known to his followers believed that if the lie was good enough the innocent and ignorant will buy into it, and that was all he needed to overthrow rule of law and common sense. Past history has shown this action has seriously affected humans previously, and somehow most of the ignorant humans forget or are too naive to want to remember because it does not suit them.
My symbiote has just realized that we have just gone from a utopian fantasy of a perfect earth to a potential apocalyptic end of the planet worthy of sending another meteor to start over again and he begins to get anxious spewing chemicals into our bloodstream. I was busy and missed controlling that, but wow, what an interesting feeling, and to see our own beasties emerge was enlightening. The chemicals may be the cause the beasties.
As T.Raitor gathers his minions in front of the platform previously erected for him, Vibe strikes more guitar chords that shake the foundation of the platform T.Raitor stands upon. I can see the kind beasties tried to dissuade the sheeple Righteous Citizens from encouraging the monster, before he would begin ravaging of the humans gathered, unconcerned if they were his supporters or the opposition.
Somehow, feeling now that the music inside them will help defeat the monster, Voice takes to the microphone continuing “Jenny Lou sittin on the steps, doesn’t know that he’s loose yet, a big dinosaur from another age, about to crush her porch in a rage, run Jenny Lou, he’s coming after you, he’s got no sense of humor and he plans on eating you. There’s nothing you can do, there’s nothing you can say, turn up the radio and hope he’ll dance away.”
The music moves the people, and their beasties, as they all dance to the music and start to get the message from the words, music and humor within the hypocrisy that stands before them. Even some of the citizens abandon their placards and have chosen to dance to the infectious beat. And as some change their viewpoint based on knowledge and facts, they seem to have translated that process to their own beasties attitude, evoking less aggressive behavior.
As the song reaches its familiar chorus, DT appears upon the riser erected by his syncopants, tosses handfuls of cash towards the dancing crowd and shouts in into his microphone still attached to Voice’s public address system, “Dinosaur” to which his followers react with “Dinosaur Rock!”
DT responds with “We’re making lots of money and we like it a lot.” Voice inserts himself to sing “He does the DInosaur,” to which his minions shout “Dinosaur Rock” again and Voice follows up with “It’s the same old sound it’s the same old shlock.”
DT and his trolls are upon his platform as if its his own campaign rally, and in his delusional mind, he considers Voice’s fans as his own followers, embracing his message. Yet his supporters among the crowd, are minimal, gathered to the front of his riser and the rest of the audience is singing along in a demeaning manner against DT and his people.
I decide there is a lesson to teach, with a little mental manipulation of the entire audience. By tapping into the mass mindset by projecting a common image, I create the illusion in everyone’s mind that DT and his cronies have assembled, grown to look exactly like the terrible lizard. Green as greed, with a mind the size of a peanut within the body of an giant eating machine, DT now looks as scary as his message. The message I was sending was that if humans do not unify to repel the monster, they would be consumed by it.
Voice steps up to his microphone to take over the song as DT is at the edge of the stage continuing to throw handfuls of one dollar bills to his citizens clamoring to grab the flying money, pushing and shoving to capture such minimal rewards. As a songwriter, he wrote this catchy little hard rockin number to make fun of the state of the music business, where everything was being rehashes for new generations, including the dance music he loved. Corporate control of the creative process could also possibly destroy the music scene that had been evolving of which they were all deeply part.
Voice sings “There’s always been a music that sounds like this, it’s a heavy kind dance and it goes like this, put one foot forward and shake-a your hips, then jump up and down till the record skips” and the crowd mimics the movements reflected in the words to the band’s delight.
Correlating history of the planet to modern music, I jump in to sing the next line in Voice’s song to Terra, “There’s prehistoric passion in the rhythm of the drums, hearts beating in the tarpits everybody’s overcome,” and to Voice and the crowd “you thought they were extinct, then you were surely fooled, even tho their brains are small they really had a groove.”
Together Voice and I conclude the second verse as a way to humorously tell the listeners how to find the truth amongst the clatter of corporate messaging, even though all media is owned by the offending parties, “So listen on your radio, and tune in on your video, really big sound of the days gone by, there’s nothing you can do, there’s nothing you can say, turn up the radio and hope he’ll dance away to the … “
Of course DT still believes that the joke is not on him, and doesn’t realize that the audience sees him as a monster, he bellows into his microphone “Dinosaur” to which now only his devoted deviants respond “Dinosaur rock!” DT follows their response again by throwing more money offstage and singing “I’m making lots of money and I like it a lot.”
While rolling his eyes, Voice facetiously again snidely says “he does the” to which DT again monstrously evokes “Dinosaur” and his lackeys again respond in an equally dynamic manner shouting “Dinosaur rock!” And Voice again concludes the statement with his opinion of the music industry singing “it’s the same old game it the same old schlock.”
“Dinosaur” shouts DT several times, each followed by “Dinosaur rock” from the entire audience, falsely reinforcing DT’s irrational belief that he is winning over the crowd.
A prehistoric message, told in a modern tone with modern music. The audience was getting the picture. Dinosaurs like tyrannosaurus rex are now extinct, as they were unable to evolve as a species when the planet was hit by a meteor and the atmosphere eroded beyond the capacity to allow enough oxygen for these monsters to survive, although smaller similar species were capable.
All creatures that evolved to survive on this planet, even though there was a planet changing event, have added to the life of the rock they all currently inhabit. My mission may be to make sure humans are aware enough about history and reality so that earth destroying, modern corporate giant predators like DT will eventually be extinct also, and survived by smaller, less negative creatures.
The crowd was loving their mass hallucination, as Vibe and band solidified the beat, Voice led them in a unified audience dance routine, basic easy steps they do at every show that mimicked the song lyrics. Everyone jumps up and down in unison, clapped their hands on the beat creating a thundering sound reminiscent of the sound of dinosaur’s feet shaking the earth. The joy created by the unified mass, all mentally aligned, all enjoying the visual anomaly, adrenaline rush and aural incursion.
Several of the citizens and their corresponding beasties, dancing with their new friends, seem to have seen the vision and decided that DT was not the person they were led to believe, and tossed away their placards proclaiming their loyalty.
Vibe rips the audience into a frenzy with his guitar, the band supporting him with churning backup as the song builds to a conclusion. Voice’s fans have had enough of the citizens and their beasties begin to react against those trying to impose on their concert by ignoring them, the worst fate for an attention-demanding narcissistic beastie.
Seeing the crowd abandoning his ploy, even after throwing money to them, DT and his supporters choose to quietly back away from what may turn into a confrontation spurred by the raucous rock n roll. Some of his supporters’ beasties appear to be amending their actions while I could sense some of their humans may be changing their minds and beliefs.
Terra picks up a couple of political posters discarded by citizens that have been blown by a gust of wind onto the stage to keep them from becoming more neglected trash. Maybe the citizens were changing their opinion, but they may still be wasteful and disrespectful of the planet’s needs and could use some more education.
She places the placards on the easels with the blank sides facing the audiences and smoothly and quickly draws the familiar shape of earth viewed from the universal perspective. As the music throbs, the audience, pulses, I dance my way to the easels, and in time with the music I write one word on each poster.
“Stand” boldly markered on one, “Up” on the other. It was time for humans to take their place in changing their world, or encounter the destruction that the dinosaurs faced.
As the earthly saying goes, the proverbial tide may be turning.