Dwarg in the Seventh Dimension : The Aggie Kellor Experience: Dwarg in the Seventh Dimension, #1

By Tony Lourensen

A light yet thought provoking sci-fi adventure. "Dwarg" is a "Whisp" from a non-physical world, who is on a mission to stop Humans sending rockets into the Aura. He becomes an entity of a young and dying Aggie who accepts him. Dwarg infuses her with health, wisdom and maturity. With her aunt, they go on an adventure to France to solve a puzzle of a painting by Vincent van Gogh and learn more of his life and the story of his ear. Dwarg realizes that there are alien viruses landing on the planet and infecting Humans in different ways. Aggie, his host, is from the Abenaki nation and Dwarg is fascinated by the rituals of that culture. Aggie graduates from the University of Oklahoma at age 11 and participates in an exclusive experiment utilizing the LHC (which she cleverly used to sent Dwarg back to his own non-physical world).

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tony Lourensen
• Release date: May 25, 2012
• ISBN: 9780646568904

Tony Lourensen

I was a boat person who immigrated to Australia in 1952. I wasn't called a boat person then, I was called a wop, dago, spick and wog and not all that welcome by the average Australian - seems I was a threat, in that I was here to steal their jobs and their women, a hard task at age 6. I came home from my first day at a Newcastle school with bruises on arms, legs and buttocks, compliments of the teacher who was angry that I did not know the words to GOD SAVE THE QUEEN. Fifteen years later, I found myself in a hole in the ground, in the middle of a war, in the middle of South Vietnam. I had my life on the line, protecting the country which did not want me. I was now an Australian soldier - and I reckoned Australia was worth fighting for. One doesn't need true-blue blood to be an ANZAC.

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Even before the now, Whisps did not consider Humans any more interesting than other organisms – they cared not that some Humans appeared to live out their existence differently, longer, harder or easier– it simply appeared to be a Human’s lot. Humans are born, exist, then don’t. Whisps saw most Humans as inquisitive, industrious and replicate, ensuring that the species survive. They are heavy and clumsy and unlike the Whisps, could not flitter or flux around the planet at will. Humans had no idea of the existence, let alone the concept of Whisps, and innocently went about their lives as humans do – yet Whisps were as close as an atom away from the Humans’ physical world, separated only by an invisible and unknown barrier. Whisps simply existed within the Aura - a space, an area between the planet and the extreme boundary of its atmosphere.

Quite often, some Humans would acknowledge an invisible world of spirits and supernatural beings, but Whisps were not supernatural creatures in that sense, they were natural in their own world, which just happened to be a non-physical world. Whisps were aware that Humankind was developing far above other species on the living planet – nevertheless, they were quite content to share the world in harmony with them. There was to become a time when all would have to change.

Occasionally, the Whisps would suffer upsets, and swirl around in uncontrollable chaos for no apparent reason – it was disturbing, yet most were rarely interested in reasons – they were just Whisps – and they were just there. They didn’t have rules or organisations or religion or any form of society. They could be an individual or a group, they had no restrictions to any physical or Human laws, including time, gravity, speed and they had no need for food or shelter, no need for emotions or reproduction – they were not at all like the Humans. Whisps were however, quite capable of communication between each other and if one chose to be an individual identity, it would have no impact on the rest. Not all Whisps were exactly the same, although in general, the differences were quite minimal.

To them, time was never seen as a thing, nor was it ever really needed in their being, but although time was not a restriction, it was becoming more and more of a tool that Whisps realised they needed to embrace.

Things were happening in their world of normal existence – Whisps were beginning to change, to think, and perhaps even evolve, and somehow, Humans were linked to these changes.

There were occasions where one or more Whisps would show more than a feint interest in the goings on of living creatures, in particular, the Humans. Whisps did not need to look or study themselves – they were perfect and quite neutral, yet something was upsetting the now and the harmonic balance was shifting in a way they could not comprehend.

The actual use of information gleaned from the Humans was something new in the makeup of Whisps, and a credit to those who had the will and persistence to flux around the planet, studying them.

Those Humans with a seemingly greater knowledge than others, firmly believed that their species, in fact all living things on the planet, had originated from a mixture of chemicals well before the now and that all living things were related. Others believe the species was created by an unknown non-physical power that controlled all aspects of their lives.Whisps well knew that living things did not originate from the one mix, but in time, the Humans would find the nexus of their origin.

It was strange to see that Humans regularly ended their or others’ own existence, sometimes in great numbers. Although other events on the planet also ended their brief existence in masses, it was by far, the many varied and microscopic organisms and viruses that attacked and prevented them from living an average Human lifespan. Ironically, Humans were the natural prey of these small microbes, and given all the advancement and machines to safeguard themselves, Humans still succumbed to these continual attacks on their lives.

Whisps would gain a great deal of information from the observations and studies which was shared equally, but that knowledge, however interesting, was just that, knowledge - there was nothing really that a Whisp could do with it. There were exceptions.

Events like a Swirl Chaos were things that happened, and these events were often repeated, so Whisps started to use time as a system of placing events in some sort of order- and it made sense. Collectively, the Whisps decided to use the mainly common Human system of reckoning time and timelines, even though there were many and probably better systems to use. Interestingly, not all Humans used this same system, but with observation and deduction, this was the system that would prevail with Humans, forward of the now

Of minor interest was the method and reason for starting the Human year count at zero, which was unclear and put down to some event in the Humans’ history. Whisps could never understand how the spacing, rhythm and divisions of Human time were calculated initially. This was because Humans used concepts and tools that involved matters outside the planet’s Aura - yet it was a useful system and adapted by Whisps. No Whisp thought of the possibility of the end of time – it would not have concerned them anyway – that would be a physical thing – and to them, ironically, time was timeless.

The more the Whisps studied the Humans, the more they knew that in doing so, it would lead to a seemingly endless mass of complex and probable useless information. Amongst other vexations, was the Human counting and numbering system, which puzzled Whisps greatly – they tried to use the concept of mathematics in areas apart from time without great success.

Dwarg was perhaps the most inquisitive of the Whisps. It named itself Dwarg – not that it meant anything to the other Whisps - they had no reason for having names or for being individual, but Dwarg seemed to be able to adapt some of its knowledge of Humans to its own situation. It liked being an individual – there was nothing wrong with being a group, but it enjoyed being just that little bit different – the odd thing was that lately, it became to sense some strange and negative force from other Whisps. Strange indeed, as feelings or emotion was not in their makeup.

Dwarg enjoyed grouping with another inquisitive Whisp, whom it named Slig. Slig in fact did on some occasions, try to actively make some form of physical contact with the Humans and actually came close, but it reckoned that the consequences of its actions saw the Whisps again, swirl around in chaos. Although there were no rules or laws, the Whisps began to understand that there was cause and effect, and trying to attempt any type of physical involvement with Humans would not only disturb harmony, it may well have a catastrophic impact on the very existence of the now. Slig was very knowledgeable and understood that Human time was something always moving forward from the now. It was put to the wider group of Whisps that the first case of Swirl Chaos was in the Human time of 1942 followed by other, and sometimes worse episodes and noted that the Humans had been pushing stuff from the planet’s surface, beyond the Aura. On each of these events, there was a Swirl Chaos – and the rate was accelerating.

Slig could only find one ally who really cared enough to have an active interest - and that was Dwarg. Together they would postulate about things that happened in this or that Human’s life or the eternal question of why there is an Aura gap between their worlds. What would happen, they asked themselves, if there was contact with Humans? – would the physical world disappear? – would the Humans disintegrate? – how would Humans react to the realization that Whisps exist? – how come Whisps know Humans and their environment? – why don’t Humans know about Whisps? Until Swirl Chaos, these were questions that Whisps would never have a need of asking – until now. Slig and Dwarg agreed that the Humans were somehow responsible for the Swirl Chaos and a threat to the Aura, and something needed to be done.

CHAPTER ONE – VINCENT

23rd December 1888

You’ve shit in your pants again you filthy animal! Paul shouted. Why I let you talk me into coming to this festering dump of yours, I’ll never know. Just look at you, you’re an insignificant squashed flea that a dog has gnawed and spat out.

So what? shouted Vincent, God didn’t say I had to go the pot every time I had to shit? Do you see birds and rats and insects pissing and shitting through a hole in a box? – they do it when they feel like it, don’t they?

Goddamn you to hell, you’re more than a leech, a bludger and a dreamer – you’re a stinking, vile and obnoxious creature – you should be put off the world – you are not a man, you’re not even of nature’s spawn. You should go and die!

Van Gogh laughed out loud, I’ve been dead for a long time, and living in hell. And you, you prissy housepainter, have been sent to me by Satan to impale me on the horns of your acrimony. You should get yourself far away from me and take that stack of rubbish as well – I’ve seen children painting with their fingers dipped in shit, do better works. – Go on, get the goddamn out!

Eugène Henri Paul Gauguin had come to a point in this turbulent and convoluted relationship, where he could take no more. He would willingly suffer for his art, but that crazy Dutchman made his existence more miserable every waking hour. To argue that van Gogh was eccentric or had idiosyncrasies was far too generous, he was just one plain mad, crazy and imbecilic lunatic. Paul threw the tin cup of cold tea at the wall and stormed towards the door, picked up his overcoat and left, all the while offering Vincent an upward extended finger.

Go back to the devil, you little French maggot! shouted Vincent with tears in his eyes. He did not want Paul to go; he would be alone, alone with that thing inside his head. It was the thing – the black fallen angel – that was responsible for all his ills, pains and vexation. No matter how hard he prayed to Our Lord for relief, the presence of that spirit would overwhelm and imprison him. Even the Holy Priest at Saint Trophime could not help. My son, if you hear a voice within you, saying you are not a child of the Saviour; then pray to Our Lord and the voice will be silenced. If you hear a voice within you saying you are not a painter, then paint, and you will have silence.

The war within Vincent continued. His art and his visualisation and his colours, were the weapons against the black and white, analytical and unadorned entity that would continually try to overpower him. Vincent sat on his bed for a while, he looked up to the ceiling and shouted out loud, I will roll around in my own filth, I will degrade and abase myself, I will wallow in self loathing so you will share my misery, you unholy and scabbed pus from Hades. I will smash my head against stone, I will imagine bright colours of yellows and blues and I will go and cleanse myself in Father Roudini’s blessed water.

He staggered to the window and called out, Eugene, do not go away – you have also been infused with the breath of Beelzebub – we must lay a siege and rid our temples of him. Paul did not hear him. Vincent was terrified, he needed to get Paul back, he needed his inspiration and guidance and companionship – he loved him seven weeks ago – and had they not untied the purse strings of their meagre allowances to share Rachel’s caresses? This intrusive demon, this black embedded heathen crow, now wanted Paul to go away, to divide and conquer – this must not happen, Paul and I are the dramatis personae in this engrafted play. We are a union of pilgrim, of pioneer, of seer and visionary, cultivating the bland earth from sterile order.

Throwing off his long worn, soiled and rancid rags, he quickly changed his clothes, gathered up his satchel and went to look for his estranged friend. There would only be one place that Paul would be – Rachel’s house. He banged on her door but Rachel’s old housekeeper refused to admit Vincent, saying Rachel was out. He called out over her shoulder into the house Eugene, be a man, come and face me, come and forgive me. Eugene, why do you hide beneath the underskirts of the madam? – do you seek the safety of a mother’s thighs – Eugene, do you fear me?

You must go now monsieur, I will tell madam you called. Vincent shuffled back to his Yellow House. He would paint some bright and happy sunflowers on Paul’s bedroom wall while waiting for his friend to come back.

Paul did return later that evening and saw, amid a circle of burning candles, Vincent, still painting his sunflowers. Beau! - inspirant, mon ami Hollandais – your yellows pull the eyes from my sockets. You should rest ; here, I have some bread and absinthe to sooth our corrupted souls. Paul pulled out a long sandwich, then an earthenware flask from the pocket of his overcoat.

I looked for you today. You were not with Rachel?

Yes, we spent the hours at Terrace Cafe drinking their pissy warm cha. Vincent, I stole these pages from the Cafe. I thought you may find this interesting for your search to capture the night. Here are a few drawings of things called nebula. They’re from an old pamphlet written by this English stargazer, Rosse - he looked at the night sky through a telescope and saw these nebula things. See how some are different, this one he calls a crab nebula, this one a spiral and this one he called the question mark spiral nebula. – What do you think?

Flat, black and white - I see no sparkle, no light – no life - they are dead. He draws exactly what he sees and exactly what it is, it does not arouse my senses...yet, here is some beauty in his model. He is no artist and I would not invite him to my studio...yet the shapes of his drawing linger. How fares Rachel?

She has a chill and a slight fever. I believe she is with the pox, and for her medicine, she drinks tea and mercury. From this world, I fear she will leave, and not see the new year complete.

She also says she cannot be bound to her bed. It’s the Eve before Christmas Eve and her family from Brive will arrive tonight.

Noel so close? - shall we decorate a tree and sing songs of joy? – what present should I offer you?

Peace on Earth and goodwill to mankind would be good presents.

I have neither to give. May I keep these pages? – I need them to collect my faeces.

Yes, go and wrap up your shit - is this to be your Christmas offering?

Vincent laughed, non, no mon ami – that would be a gift far too personal.

CHAPTER TWO – SLIG

120 Human years later

Whisps knew it would be inevitable that somewhere along the future timeline, serious contact with Humans must be attempted and Slig was in the forefront of taking up this initiative. Slig needed to enter the physical world. But how? It reasoned that the likely way of doing this was to leave the Whisps’ Aura boundary – the one surrounding the planet – it needed somehow to go beyond that limited area. Humans were already quite capable of leaving the planet in their machines; indeed they had been doing so for 55 Human years. This would be a daunting task – it meant leaving the Aura and in so doing, try to discover some method of touching the untouchable. What happens to a Whisp when it enters the physical realm? – No Whisp knew. It’s plan become one that required contact with the humans while far off the planet and far away from each others’ Aura and to do that, it decided that it would follow a machine when one left the Earth.

Slig had studied the Humans for some time and became to know how they communicated, their habits and how they survive, and even though Whisps did not have very much in the way of emotion, it learnt that Humans were shackled not only with varied and sometimes extreme emotions, they had to adapt to their own environment, they had to cope with various senses, they were all individual yet were enslaved to a relatively short existence. A lot of things about Humans were totally beyond Slig’s understanding. Initially, it saw Humans as backward creatures, never seeming to just be satisfied with their own existence or of keeping harmony within the realm of the world. Not all Humans were like that, but in general, it was the highly organized and adventurous ones who would group together and overrun the rest – most times by the destruction of those who would not group.

It appeared that Humans did not have the foresight to understand that by their constant hunger for advancement, they were degrading the planet – somewhere along the timeline, there must be an effect. Yet somehow, someway, here they are, living creatures, constantly reproducing as other living creatures do, but evolving so quickly that they are capable of leaving their own planet, indeed the Aura. This very fast and accelerated progress by the Humans gave rise to things new to Whisps; one of these things was a sense of foreboding and concern. Slig’s plan (should contact with the physical world be made), was to somehow put a stop to Human advancement, migration and movement - if necessary, eradicate the Humans entirely from the planet. The planet and the Aura would be better off. To achieve this, Slig knew that the utilization and distribution of selective microbes and organisms would be most effective. It put these ideas to other Whisps who saw this course of action as one of a perfect and final solution.

Dwarg saw Slig go off on this adventure; however, from its study and knowledge of Humans, Dwarg had reservations about Slig’s future success.

Slig fluxed to the area on the planet where the last machine had left Earth. There had been a Swirl Chaos resulting from that activity.

By reports from other Whisps, it knew that there was a lot of Human activity and saw that another machine was being prepared for a possible push to outside the Aura.

It had no way of entering the machine (humans called them rockets) so it planned to wrap itself around the top of one and, by doing so, simply be piggy-backed off the planet and into the unknown – somewhere in this unknown, Slig would have to make contact with Humans.

Slig fluxed around Cape Canaveral for some time, following Humans around, getting to know some of their complex personalities, their strange ways, their need for replenishing energy for themselves and their machines and many other facets that it would take to be a Human.

Through the timeline, some Whisps had tried various ways to contact the physical world, in particular the Humans, but never in such a dedicated and serious way in which Slig was planning to do. Slig knew thus far, actual contact had never been made. Sometimes Slig would follow a Human and try to devise a way for that Human to notice it - but the separation Aura would not allow this. Slig had known of certain Humans who may become susceptible to the awareness of Whisps, but these Humans were mostly not complete or in some way were defective. Other Humans ingested chemicals and gasses which changed their normal existence for a while.

Oddly, many Humans accepted the possibility of a nonphysical world while in these altered conditions, but it was always a world without Whisps. In their earlier state of evolvement, Humans were more susceptible to an understanding of the non-physical world. Many recognized gods, spirits, elves, fairies, dead Humans, and even creatures not known to them. Perhaps the closest comparison that a Human might have made to a Whisp would be their belief in an entity called a Guardian Angel. Some thought that a dedicated Guardian Angel would follow its allocated Human around, somehow protecting him or her from some unforeseen peril or harm. Whisps cared little for Humans; it was the humans’ threat of destructive evolution upon the planet that was of importance.

Slig followed certain Humans in the Cape Kennedy and Cape Canaveral area. It knew that these people were the ones destined to go into the rockets and exceed the Aura’s limit. After a great deal of study and observation, Slig chose a female Human whose name was Eva Redcliffe. It (and very much unlike a Guardian Angel), would try to use her as a vehicle for the onset of the destruction of Humankind. This Human was a little different to the other designated Humans, in that her life path was not one of the same training, orientation and experience of her elite group. Slig saw that this Human had some of those difficult emotions that constantly confused studying Whisps - in particular, an enquiring and open mind.

She was a teacher and mentor of other Humans. Given the lesser degree of martial discipline, especially mental strength, she would be the ideal subject for the acceptance of some alternative and unknown form of communication. Perhaps she would acknowledge Slig or ideally, make physical contact with it. Eva was one within a special group at Cape Canaveral, undergoing various medical and other examinations. Having done all that, the group was then sent to a training facility in Huston Texas to ready themselves for leaving the planet.

Eva Redcliffe never knew that she was being constantly followed and surrounded by Slig. It would still be a number of weeks before being harnessed into her rocket; however there were times when she felt strange sensations and feelings out of the ordinary. She could not put her finger on it and put it down to the excitement of her forthcoming adventure.

One occasion, Eva was toweling after a shower and whilst looking into her mirror, thought she saw something behind her and spun around – nothing. This happened a number of times; she would walk past the hallway mirror and quickly look around because she thought something was there, yet nothing. This rattled her a little but was she was not going to tell her mentors of any of this and Eva avoided mirrors from then on.

Slig often wondered what a Whisp would look like as physical – would it look like a Human? - probably not, Slig didn’t have limbs or bones or noses or any of the human attributes – but that didn’t stop it from trying to look into a mirror to see if it could see anything of itself. At least Eva had a sense of Slig – yes, it was another step closer.

Slig would have to find a way somehow to present itself to the Human female whilst outside the Aura, without causing her too much distress. Slig would seize the moment before she could make any form of rejection – Slig would be as fair or as firm as it needed to be. It did not know exactly how it would materialize. What shape or image would it become? What would a Whisp look like to a human? - In fact would another Whisp recognize it? If its materialization proved untenable, Slig, as a final resort, would enter and completely takeover the Human.

Slig insisted that Dwarg not be anywhere near it during its exploits. It needed Dwarg to remain with the Whisps’ body group and to continue the work of seeking a solution to the Swirl Chaos… should Slig fail in its quest.

CHAPTER THREE : STEVEN

Steven was well organized this morning. He found that being a temporary house husband was not all that disturbing and besides, he actually enjoyed the free time during the day where he could sit on the balcony, read his big fat legal study book, take down a few notes and make some entries on his laptop. He would check his email (he had given strict instructions to his secretary to severely cull most correspondence to him) and would just smile to himself when thinking of his associates busily rushing around the office back in Frederick. This is the life, he thought, and he was going to take full advantage of this wonderful and unusual time with Eva and the kids.

He was a lawyer of leisure and would go back to his practice in a couple a months, right now, he had the kids to get ready for school, and then see that his Evie was all organized for another day at the Flight Centre. It was Tuesday – his car pool