“Beasties Impulse” – Chapter Eighteen – I La La Love You, Goodbye

“Beasties Impulse”

By Gary Sohmers, 2017 copyright, All Rights Reserved

 

Chapter Eighteen – I La La Love You, Goodbye

Done.  

Messages delivered. 

My pidi tells me i’ve completed a level of the survival game. The planet now has enough aware humans to possibly correct the disease that was plaguing this shining experiment of the universal body.  Mother Earth may still need to use its own resources to contain the proliferation of human ruin on its epidermal exterior, with floods, fires, earthquakes, sand and rain storms to wash out the filth that persists to grow.

Like ants for the soil, some evolved humans support the planet’s needs, growing and harvest, nourishing the soil, exploring the mysteries and sharing the knowledge.  Each being on the planet has a pidi containing all of their genetic code, past memories, universal knowledge and common sense for survival.  Each being begins as a simple atom, and evolves.  Microbial beginnings for even a galaxsized being. Subatomic can only be based on perspective with an imagination larger than the human known universe.

Is it time to click my heels and head home, if that was what i was supposed to do to go back to whatever my normal was before this, if there ever was a normal. Maybe I just close my eyes and wake up in another adventure … no … wait … that’s a 20th century TV show my host watched on the internet.  

I had to make it right for Gra, whose sense of purpose and self esteem have been propped by all the good emotional beasties, as a fish out of water he will have to take some time to retrospectively contemplate his desires as a changed, evolved being.  Like the first fish who decided to breathe air at risk to his life, Gra must now choose to keep breathing, maybe walk on dry land, or do something no other human had done before. Emulating the good will, foresight and strength of will in Voice and Terra, he is not too old, maybe he can do something positive to help in the future.

With all respect and admiration, I began to sing to Gra in his head “I la la love you goodbye, I la la love you goodbye yi yi, ya didn’t have to try, ya wanna know why, I la la love you goodbye.”  

Reaching deep into his pidi, I discovered the trigger needed to help him evolve. His need for fatherly love, created by a father who never had a father, so he never knew how to love like one. Gra’s irrational subconscious belief that he always failed to gain his father’s approval throughout his life, although he always had his father’s attention described as love, caused their mutual beastie issues.  

Then with touch in cheek, I sang more “I la la love you so long, I la la love you so long ong ong ong, ya didn’t have to try, ya wanna know why, I la la love you goodbye, ya did nothin wrong, so i wrote ya this song, I la la love you so long.” We smiled together in his body, as the melody was humorous enough.

At this moment, I stop time to allow Gra to savor one last moment of the big picture of his existence, observe the vibrations of the planet and the people, and reflect for a moment on what a great accomplishment he was part of, and the solution he helped bring.

With a snap of our still unified fingers, time resumes, to find Voice and the band kicking into the song full tilt, “I la la love you goodbye, I la la love you goodbye yi yi, ya didn’t have to try, ya wanna know why, I la la love you goodbye. I la la love you so long, I la la love you so long ong ong ong, ya did nothin wrong, so i wrote ya this song, I la la love you so long.”   The crowd goes wild for the encore.

Suddenly a ghostly holographic image appears standing next to Voice, as Dick TRaitor’s last earthly energy again tortures the audience stating their disgusting acceptance of bad behaviors singing “ya never saw a problem or chose to change your pace, so i’ll kindly wish a fond farewell and leave you to your space, tho every time you’ll think of me, you might always hate my face, even so, i’ll let you go and even proudly say.” 

The entire ensemble sings as we escort his spirit into the dirt to his next life “I la la love you goodbye, I la la love you goodbye yi yi, ya didn’t have to try, ya wanna know why, I la la love you goodbye.”  We would not elicit hate, pity, anger or any bad beastie on him, because sending him out with love he would consider the biggest insult. His last words come echoing “I la la love you farewell, I la la love you farewell ell, ell, ell, ya never can tell, may see you in hell, I la la love you farewell.” 

Voice takes over the show singing to Terra “Ya wanna know what it means to be a real good friend, ya gotta dig down deep and stay until the end, don’t be too afraid because the road has awful bends, even so, i’ll let ya grow whatever way ya can.” She smiles and dances around him with her beasties. 

“I la la love you goodbye, I la la love you goodbye yi yi, ya didn’t have to try, ya wanna know why, I la la love you goodbye” we all sang happily dancing around the stage as the audience joined in the festivities. “I la la love you so long, I la la love you so long ong ong ong, this message belongs in this simple song, I la la love you so long.”

Terra comes out front of concert stage to sing the next verse directly to Voice in front of everyone, with subtle humor in her tone challenging his commitment to her and mother Earth “Even though i haven’t tried every which or way, there always seems to be an obstacle delay, happiness is fleeting and sometimes goes astray, but if you don’t try and don’t know why, i’ll have to truly say I la la love you goodbye, I la la love you goodbye yi yi, I really did try to understand why, I la la love you goodbye.”

Everyone responds positively singing to Terra, and in kind to mother earth “I la la love you so long, I la la love you so long ong ong ong, we did nothing wrong so he wrote us this song, I la la love you so long.”

What a fun way to conclude a day of growth for all of us.  Everyone is emitting beams of energy, breathing carbon dioxide into the atmosphere, sending positive vibrations through the universal body that our imagined waves and particles in earthly time currently exists within.  The universe is expanding, fueled by this positive energy created by millions of good beasties worldwide networked and aligned.

Punkhead jumps in, as the beat changes adding a defiant rap about childhood trauma, truths every thinking being deals with growing up and evolving “Everyone is different, hard to compare, grew up hard and your folks weren’t there, mom was “gone” and dad didn’t care, or dad’s unaware when mom’s on a tear, working or playing giving kids little care, it wasn’t our fault just to make that clear, struggle in the bubble so you’re trapped in fear, even tho there are facts, fantasy’s so weird.” 

Surrounded by good beasties, and not bad, Punkheads appeal for tolerance and understanding may seem brutal, but honesty has always been his belief even if it might be considered caustic.  

Gra and I move towards Punkhead, slow down the music and conclude the section with   “Livin for the future is absurdly yet so near, so i bid adieu, and give to you the passage of some years.”

The band kicks into a waltzing musical interlude that allows me to mentally enable all in the vicinity to experience what their life could look like in 10 years earth time if they effect change.  Most will be content.

Now I show them what their life could be like in 10 years if the planet’s needs are not fulfilled. Most will be miserable.  After this effect, to most this knowledge will only be considered imagined, or hoped for, by the recipients, being beyond their capacity for reasonable acceptance and execution.

As the song comes around to the final chorus, Voice signals to slow it down, gathers Terra and Vibe to the front of the stages and signals Gra to join them.  I speak of Gra as his own being now because he has come into his own and I am now merely intertwined within the protoplasm of an evolved individual who no longer needs consistent guidance.  

He knows what to do. 

I unhook my pidi from his, leaving a wealth of universal knowledge tied to his DNA he can access as needed. I look for a nerve to ride from the brain through his entire biological system one more time, grasp the energy and flow through, tingling his nerve endings, making him smile.  I am just another chemical creating a cause and effect within his solar system.  Driven by a signal from his brain.  From a idea that comes from a place no one understands.

Voice, Gra, Terra and the band, supported by the entire audience sing “I la la love you goodbye, I la la love you goodbye yi yi, ya didn’t have to try, ya wanna know why, I la la love you goodbye.”

I feel the elation, can see and sense the beasties evoking positivity with their human chemistry experiments, and I can hear them all singing “I la la love you so long, I la la love you so long ong ong ong, this message belongs in this simple song, I la la love you so long.”

With encouragement from Voice and Terra, Gra steps up to the microphone alone, singing the final stanza of the chorus with full confidence and beauty “ ya didn’t have to try, ya wanna know why, I la la love you goodbye.”

And the crowd cheers sending a massive wave of positive energy toward the stage, deep into the earth, up into the atmosphere, shaking the concrete walls miles away, supported by earthly tremors of approval. A beam of light shines on a happy Gra.  

Able to reverse my arrival process to earth, I attach myself with pidi to the beam, just like a synaptic nerve in a human, absorb the energy, transfer that into power and find myself again moving along the beam away from the planet at the speed of impulse back to wherever I came from.  

I look back at the planet sitting in what humans call space and we consider similar to the  plasma carrying what humans call blood cells and platelets through their “solar” system.

Earth still looks beautiful from afar and I will always love her … that beautiful atom, cell, egg, lifeform, planet, microverse, woman or whatever it gets deemed in the imaginations of the universe, its poets, musicians, artists, authors and dreamers.

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Epilog – Lessons

You cannot lose what you cannot possess

One of mother nature’s tests

Size doesn’t matter and time doesn’t exist.

Kindness is the currency of the universe. Spend freely.

There are beasties within us all. Teach your beasties to be kind, respectful and understanding to help make your universe a better place

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