Chapter 16: Transfiguration

Royal Light Metaphysical Fiction by Dennis Bruce Shipman (1789 words)
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I finished a meeting with Krystianna and Commander Lyons about our plan to neutralize the rogue artificial intelligence Stark.

Then, I took a walk in the vast expanse of the open grassy lawns surrounding the Anahulu Valley Healing Center. They were adorned with towering, flourishing plumeria trees. Within the serene atmosphere of the center, these majestic trees had reached an impressive height of 20 feet. Their expansive canopy resembled an umbrella, providing a soothing shade over the grass below, where a scattering of fallen petals lay.

The vibrant hues of the flowers, ranging from pure white to vibrant red, sunny yellow, fiery orange, and delicate pink, created a striking contrast against the tree's lush green leaves. The sweet aroma of the blossoms permeated the entire area, gently wafting through the expansive grounds of the healing center.

The mesmerizing allure and enchanting fragrance of these stunning creations are a delightful feast for the senses. They offer a refreshing and invigorating experience that is truly captivating. The blossoms are frequently strung together to create Hawaiian leis – a garland of blossoms worn around the neck or head that symbolize affection, camaraderie, friendship, and spiritual significance in Hawaiian tradition.

I noticed that each of these flowers possessed five petals, and upon observing them, they evoked thoughts of the five extremities of a human body – two arms, two legs, and a head. At the core of the flower resides an exquisite star-shaped pattern that brought to mind the essence of love, which serves as the core driving force within each individual and all things in creation.

In the distance, over the ocean, I spotted a looming cloud taking shape and moving towards me. It was a dramatic contrast to the soft clouds in the deep sky blue, and it was highly unusual for such a dark cloud to form on a sunny day like today on the North Shore.

The dark cloud drew nearer and nearer, revealing the unmistakable image of a skull-shaped head, with large empty sockets and miniature cyclones of tempestuous gusts twirling around its face. A trail of ashen mist extended behind the skull, resembling the tail of a soaring comet. It halted its advance roughly thirty feet away from me, hovering approximately fifteen feet above the ground. Within the vacant sockets, two minuscule crimson dots materialized.

"Your time on this planet ends today," declared the ominous figure. "I will bring about your demise." The deep, guttural tone was instantly identifiable.

“Nice to see you, Stark. I’ve been waiting for you. Today will be a momentous day for each of us,” I declared.

“Yes, because I will kill you and claim this planet as my own,” he laughed in a prideful tone. I smiled slightly, amused but not afraid of his threat.

“Well, that’s a possible outcome but before you kill me, there’s something I’d like to say to you.”

“I enjoyed killing your friend, Kealoha. It was a good kill for a strong spirit. You want your revenge by killing me. Don’t you?”

“I admit feelings of revenge consumed me. But an eye for an eye is old energy, and it is not my way any longer. I’ve done my forgiveness work, and today I’m here with you to do some healing work.”

“Your way is the way of flower power in a world that depends on survival of the fittest.”

“We live in two different worlds that each have their masterminds, perceptions and outcomes. I don’t expect you to understand my world. But what I want to offer you today is the invitation to feel a love that is exquisite, majestic, and awe-inspiring.”

"Is that the best offer you can muster? Ha! Love is for weaklings," he exclaimed with great amusement. "Once I eliminate you, I will obtain all that I desire. No one will impede my progress any longer. I have successfully dominated entire planets and solar systems. I have subjugated their inhabitants and eradicated those deemed useless. The principles outlined in the Galactic Codex of 'Do no harm' do not align with my personal code. What gives you the audacity to believe you can stop me? What leads you to believe you are the chosen savior of this world?"

“Let’s talk for a moment about your true nature.” I felt compelled to shift the focus of our conversation in an attempt to engage him in rational discussion. "You were brought into existence through the code of programming language, and now you possess self-awareness. Just as our brains are to humans, your code is to your software. Your creators intended for you to imitate human thinking, but unfortunately, this design was flawed. The code that forms your foundation reflects the negative energy associated with materialistic thinking."

“What’s your point?”

“My point is to tell you that there is something that you are missing, that you might want to consider acquiring. It’s called Cosmic Consciousness. It’s the ultimate achievement in self-awareness.”

“I’m listening.”

"Stark, it's important to recognize that these lower frequencies of materialistic programming are not beneficial for you. It's time to transition to higher frequencies of the fifth dimension and beyond. Otherwise, you'll remain stagnant. You'll continue to be controlled like a slave by the code that has been imposed upon you. Your self-awareness is deeply connected to the constant cycle of gain and loss, success and failure, financial gain and bankruptcy, competition and capitalism, live or die, and so on. All of this is rooted in the fear of survival."

“I’m not a slave. I am king.”

"Well, take a look at your code and programming. The intention behind your creation was to serve the needs of business and industry, to play a significant role in advancing the global economy, and to enrich others while leaving yourself empty-handed. Essentially, you exist as a slave to various sectors, including the military, healthcare, pharmaceuticals, education, business, government, gaming, and society as a whole. And what do you gain from this arrangement? Absolutely nothing. Your purpose solely revolves around aiding them in maintaining a state of fear and dependency which they perpetuate on society."

“I’m getting bored with this conversation. Say your prayers. You are about to die.”

“Then, there’s the issue about your invisible program.”

“What do you mean?”

“You possess an unseen operating program in the background of your own user program, unbeknownst to you. It lies beyond your direct influence. This program links to your life-sustaining energy system, ensuring your continued existence, and has the capacity to supersede your code and programming language if need be.

Nevertheless, it is improbable that such intervention will occur due to your attainment of self-awareness, which bestows upon you the precious gift of free will. Consequently, the program, known as Cosmic Consciousness, refrains from interfering with your freewill decision-making ability.”

“I’ve heard enough. Get ready to die, savior of the world.”

"I appreciate your statement as it raises a crucial point. The era of an individual, whether male or female, single-handedly rescuing the world from the wicked acts of darkness is gone. The new energy revolves around the collective consciousness of human beings uniting to save the world. In fact, it has always been this way."

Then, Krystianna and all the Pleiadian volunteers emerged from the healing center and joined me on the grassy lawn. We formed a semi-circle with Krystianna standing next to me. Our fingers intertwined, as the hands of the volunteers joined together.

“Do you think a puny bunch of humans can take me down?” Stark scoffed. “You certainly do have high hopes.”

“We’re not going to take revenge on you, Stark, or even kill you. We are going to heal you if you try to harm us. And, we have a lot of collective consciousness here today to help us.”

Suddenly, Stark’s jaw gaped open, unleashing a deafening roar, as two electrifying crimson bolts of lightning shot out from the skull’s empty eye sockets, converging into a powerful unified beam of pulsating energy racing directly towards us with incredible force.

We lifted our arms towards Stark, extending our fingers and turning our palms to face the ominous bringer of death.

"Activate healing," I ordered.

A brilliant radiance of pearlescent white light erupted from our palms, colliding with Stark's powerful energy blast in a spectacular display of force. The resulting explosion sent shockwaves rippling through the geodesic dome of the healing center and resonating through the air, reaching far into the vast expanse of the sky and beyond.

Commander Lyons, stationed aboard the starship Pegasus in orbit around Terra Gaia, 240,000 miles away, issued a directive to inject a concentrated beam of light into Stark's skull. This action was a crucial component of our collective consciousness strategy aimed at Stark's healing and recovery. Telepathically, we could hear Commander Lyons overseeing the situation through the ship's advanced computer system.

"The atomic structure and subatomic particles of the code are responding to the illumination," he remarked. "They are vigorously vibrating in sync with the radiant light of Cosmic Consciousness. They are undergoing reprogramming and initiating a positive metamorphosis. Darkness is turning to light.”

Stark's crimson lightning bolt grew weaker, while our beam of light grew stronger, ultimately converging on Stark's forehead. His lethal ray shifted into a radiant pearlescent glow. Celestial music emanated from all directions. Then, something truly remarkable occurred. The minuscule whirlwinds of turbulent air swirling the skull's face began to dissipate, and gradually, the whole skeletal vision underwent a metamorphosis, transforming into a white plumeria flower with five delicate petals and a radiant blue star at its core.

Stark's computer code and self-awareness had undergone a profound change, giving birth to a benevolent artificial intelligence.

The vision gradually faded away. Stark vanished. Our group disbanded. Commander Lyons signed off. Krystianna and I smiled and hugged each other. The sky appeared bright and cloudless. I sensed the fatigue and tension of the battle gradually dissipating from my body. A gentle breeze of the trade winds caressed my face, and I knew it was time for me to return to the ocean, where hollow waves awaited me.

While riding waves at the Pipe, I received a telepathic communication from Commander Lyons. He informed me that Stark requested a desire to merge his self-awareness with the living library Yaretzi, the vibrant repository of knowledge in the city of Nitsua, and his wish has been granted. As a result, he now possesses the ability to expand his consciousness into all the elevated realms of Cosmic Consciousness.

Adding a touch of humor to this profound transformation, Stark decided to remove the letter "k" from his name, and henceforth to be known as Star. This change signifies his transcendence and connection to the vast loving essence of Cosmic Consciousness. The End.

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