LEGACY: EPISODE II: THE UNHOLY MENACE

By Robert Maxxim

Legacy, a novel 30 years in the making, is a futuristic story of mankind’s previous sojourns through this and countless worlds as experienced by the author. It describes one man’s incredible journey through several lifetimes as far back as a million years, his blunders and triumphs, and the many worlds and places where these took pla

• Language: English
• Publisher: TOPLINK PUBLISHING, LLC
• Release date: Mar 12, 2018
• ISBN: 9781948779241

Robert Maxxim

Born in 1957, the author experienced several sleep-time visits to other worlds as a child, and witnessed countless alien craft. These visions continue to date, in both wake and sleep states. He studied concert piano starting at age three, but changed his calling to science following his visionary experiences. This book is the culmination of these experiences, shared with the world for the first time. The author spent 40 years studying science, religion, and the Science of Life presented by Dr. Ernest L. Norman, validating his visions starting on July 13, 1973. Author proceeded to confirm his sightings and experiences with other established sources such as George Adamski, and personally met Brothers from other worlds that helped instruct him over the years. This book series is the result of such visionary and confirmation efforts, written in novel form.

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Chapter 1: In the Beginning

Infinity—the vast incalculable cradle of evolving consciousness we call home and pulse to perfect beauty, truth, and love—is the greatest of all mysteries. Its eternal domain is not a concept that can be impetuously summarized by finite physical manifestations such as electromagnetic force, nuclear energy, quantum mechanics, or any number of untold bizarre particles theorized by science over the span of time in an attempt to grasp the true source of reality. The same holds true for various empirical heuristics commonly restricted by a plethora of confusing relativistic viewpoints, atomic hypotheses, propagational medium principles, astronomical measurements, and limited intellectuals beguiled by a false sense of omniscient capacity.

Much like a lonesome musical note denotes the onset of some enchanting melodic masterpiece, one among countless grandiose symphonies, the combined knowledge of all physical beings spanning the inconceivable evolving limits of time and space shall forever be a finite lonesome inception, for infinity, the unfathomable, cannot be eternal if fathomable. Whoever claims to comprehend infinity, define the origins of creation, or envision its vast scope is therefore gravely deceived and no inspiring love harbors in such heart.

The magnificent breathtaking grandeur of the infinite creative mind cannot be confined simply to just the known starry manifest—much less scrutinized by intellectuals compromised by jealous hearts strained by limited idealistic views. The wondrous heavenly canopy that our deceiving eyes perceive, awed by its passionate beauty, is just the tip of an unbelievably colossal iceberg. It is His creative footstool, a nurturing cradle of emerging life beyond which lie countless interdimensional mysteries that only virtuous minds free from somatic scrutiny can conceive. The pages of history host the names of renowned thinkers that arduously strived to grasp creation’s vast scope and intent through logic, but only pure hearts, not pure thinking, will unlock the many secrets that eyes cannot for infinity is not some logical or visual romancing wonder but rather an essence that must be felt—love.

Infinity is not composed of some arbitrary elements dispersed chaotically into a non-existent void by some decompressing primeval explosion of bogus origins and left to chance, but by the omnipotent invisible power of love. Elegant, reverent, logical, and beautiful beyond mortal grasp, love is the foundation of universal law for it is intrinsic in every equal and common particle throughout the cosmos, endowing them with physical properties, form, and purpose. Love is the pulsing magnetic and Lorentz force stemming from on high that gives life to every unique form regardless of size or distance. Love is truth, order, and the virtual force we recognize as existence. Most importantly, besides displaying the holographic world that surrounds and feeds us, love is eternal life.

Love is an infinite experiential journey into higher causal realms far beyond phsysical dimensions—a progressive concept of evolutionary spiritual reality that eventually surpasses an individual’s need for re-embodiment and mathematics. Such existential reality is an evolved state far above soulic duality, expressing in unimaginably high planes of actuality where energy emerges from infinite consciousness like a fountainhead and countless souls join together as a single being. Thus, the universe is to our eyes what dimensions are to our souls.

How can infinity be if our minds perceive its boundaries, or love be if our hearts know and give of it? The two great unknowns, infinity and love, are united as one in the vast halls of forever and cannot be rent asunder. Thus, the search for love, our sole purpose in life, is a never-ending journey into the boundless realms of infinity; each step being a learning experience that brings us closer to truth and farther from our finite legacy of greed, shame, and fear.

To comprehend the secret workings of creation one must first understand love rather than its physical manifestations for love created all there is, gave it form, purpose, and life. Just as one loves a fruit by its flavor, not its looks, likewise one must fall in love with love and not its creations. Love is more than human affection and longing. It is truth, unity, serenity, beauty, altruism, and erudition expressed at different levels of evolutionary understanding and existential dimensions.

In the beginning, love is the creative joining of duality as one being manifested as male and female, positive and negative, magnetic and Lorentz, light and absorption. In the future, love is the joining of countless dualities in higher planes of existence, events and potential, cycles and currents, reality and creative purpose. In the present, love is a tollgate of relational inference that gains understanding from past experiences and receives inspiration from the future higher self.

Thus have past and future, beginning and end, already taken place in love’s eternal domain. The present is what our conscious dial is set to, watching past learning events transfer into the future. Time and space are just an illusion relative to personal perception. Only truth and love, His Majesty, exist and cannot be perceived.

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From far-off lofty realms of creative substance, Father’s gentle essence beheld His dwelling place below—His vast resting footstool we perceive as the eternal universe—and wondered with tender grace, what house shall build me ye [1]? So it was that His timeless hand graced magnificent learning cradles throughout countless dimensions, fostering expressive souls upon them wherein His essence might express. Thus were born brothers without number across the vast enduring expanse, beings endowed with holy temples made from stellar cinders and nurtured by dazzling starlight.

Brothers without number, inspired by spiritual metamorphosis, emerged from fostering shores and ventured across deep starry oceans to advocate that spirit was the being, not flesh. As keepers of this knowledge, brother united with brother in endless harmony creating a universal family called the brotherhood. This was the Creator’s master plan.

About a million years ago, as the brotherhood mentored lesser developed beings throughout the galaxy, a pre-industrial world located on a now-extinct dwarf member of the Lambda Ori star system was host to untold hostility and division. Much like Saras, its people made every effort to maintain productive stable societies, but overlords of pretense repeatedly imposed petty partisan conquests upon fading masses, though their pillaged world quickly perished beneath their feet. Wars had gravely wounded Mother Lambda and life barely subsisted upon its mutilated surface anymore, but strife begged to prevail over starving lowered brows helpless to do anything about it.

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Picture 1: Lambda Ori, top center (Stellarium)

In those far-off olden days, an accomplished master from the Gemini sector known as Ly-Dian sought passionately to become master of the realms. He placed so much emphasis on ascending and making a name for himself that devotional endeavors gradually expired from his once starlit gaze and reveries of grandeur swayed his heart to follow after selfish crusades best avoided. In so doing, he disregarded the greatest of all truths: he that seeks personal gain only garners spiritual blunder. Though Ly-Dian was tenderly warned of treading into most imprudent paths, he chose to heed his selfish advisor and thought little about the looming consequences such influential desires would have upon the cosmos.

As prominent winds of unmarked seasons speedily rose upon the majestic lower existential planes of Hermes—an imperceptible multi-dimensional world near the Cone Nebula in Gemini—Ly-Dian’s baleful betrayer lurked mutely in his past latent shadows, resurrecting ancient alluring self-esteem and wandering godhood notions upon an unsuspecting heart. Shrewd voices from Sheol’s darkest disembodied cesspits artfully cast an infatuating web about his mind filled with imaginative false thrills, pledging that intellectual all-knowing clarity and reason can be drawn from the conscious finite mind independent of higher spirit. Such delusional beliefs slam shut the gates of the breath of life, for conscious rule-based logic is predetermined by limiting physical manifests while its finite parameters are suckled by the science of coerced conformity.

Wrongly influenced by a sense of irrational supremacy, Ly-Dian came to believe that creation was sorely flawed and fated. Worst yet, he thought his critical thinking abilities evolved him above such flaws, thus deserving to become not just a master of the realms but a god of his own right—a conviction that would cost him his soul and unleash the unholy menace upon the galaxy.

He incorrectly assumed that evolutionary processes were inefficient, gravely slow, unusually demanding, and had to be hastened by every means possible—be it peaceful or forceful. Even more sinister, since life’s continuity was ensured by rebirth, he deemed that terminating the lives of laggard or rebellious beings was a justifiable option worthy of consideration. Thus, he reasoned that interfering with Lambda Ori and similar worlds was inevitable and could not wait: ideas that betrayed His Majesty’s prime directive of non-interference.

Ly-Dian’s one lovingly begged him to reconsider his wrongful course, but he ignored her passionate pleads and forged ahead completely unconcerned for the massive consequences his beliefs would eventually foster. Ascent is by and where the heart loves, his one reminded him tenderly, but he felt loftier than her and carelessly turned against the witnessing fountain of his own life.

In what could be termed as the galaxy’s first spiritual divorce, he rudely severed both mind and love from her heart, and walked away from their union. No sooner, his one desperately gasped for the breath of light, but he did not care. Ly-Dian’s solid denial and abandonment of his pillar of love came at a time when he needed her event horizon the most. Without the sustaining light of her loving heart, he spiraled helplessly faster into the hands of famished murky spiritual thieves waiting querulously to possess his soul.

Armed with what he thought was indisputable evidence, Ly-Dian confidently requested an audience with the Tribunal’s master council to boldly propose the formation of an experimental galactic interplanetary federation; fully vested to operate independent from the brotherhood and impose what conventions he deemed appropriate without prior consent. He sought to sway Lambda tenants to accept spiritual doctrines by levying strict guidelines, behavior-altering devices, and genetic treatments as deemed appropriate; against their will if necessary. If that did not yield expected results, more aggressive methods of persuasion, including internment and death, would be implemented.

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Picture 2: Aureleus, Hermes, Doric segment (Rodrigo Diaz)

The spiritual council met on Aureleus [2]—the magnificent, high spiritual capital city of Hermes—to discuss Ly-Dian’s alarming petition. Beautiful beyond any human narrative, Hermes is one of the galaxy’s seven highest and most spiritually-elevated educational worlds. From times of old, these seven ageless worlds were known to many as Sham Bhalá [3] meaning peace bound. Saras at one time hosted a replica learning center brought down from one of these worlds on its Asian planes, but natives rejected its teachings and the glorious city was sadly removed.

Sham Bhalá is a spiritual domain devoted to fostering and advancing personal development. Hermes is devoted to philosophical arts much as Venus, another Sham Bhalá learning center, is dedicated to healing. Countless trillions of souls visit their awe-inspiring halls at various dimensional junctions in their life’s journey, some between lifetimes while others during sleep states, according to their level of spiritual attainment and development plan.

The incredibly alluring beauty of Aureleus at times fascinates onlookers enough to feebly forget that every element, structure, and segment of this gigantic, breathtaking city is constructed entirely from higher dimensional creative energies and sculptured by the minds of its resident masters. In terms we can understand, this may be compared to erecting a city on physical worlds not from mineral or fabricated compounds, but rather starlight and thought.

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Picture 3: Aureleus, Hermes, central parklands (Rodrigo Diaz)

On these high planes, individuals need not walk or listen to long dissertations unless by personal choice. Rather, one either glides or instantaneously transports to a desired location by will alone. Likewise, entire concepts requiring inordinate amounts of time to learn and adopt are not dictated sequentially as is the case in earthly schools, but are alternatively felt in a single thought, all at once, by encompassing every energy waveform receptacle in the soul. In other words, knowledge is immediately and completely experienced and integrated with your inner life force: no time is involved. Conversations also take place in like manner, not just with one individual but simultaneously with countless others even though these may reside in a plethora of dimensional and time events.

The enormous city of Aureleus is built upon seven tall expansive islands that rise majestically in circular fashion amid greenish-blue radiant calm waters, appearing much like an incomparably luminous Aegean paradise. Between these islands, vast parklands of inexpressible size and beauty interconnect them. Throughout these parks, large glowing esplanades weave artistically through luminous crystalline grasses, flowers, and trees, often decorated by open Doric-style gazebo megastructures elevated off the ground by few steps.

Delicate small bridges interconnect petite meandering riversides that enliven an already exceptional creative masterpiece infused with energy and incomparable beauty. Animated crystalline statues representing teachers and philosophers of old—from Saras as well as other worlds—interact with individuals as they walk by, silently sharing spiritual lessons most fitting to their needs as well as the actual mind energy or feelings of the master symbolized. Inside this enormous park is a city of incalculable size, garbed by buildings and temples conceived in spirit before being constructed in physical realms.

It is upon these beautifully ornamented parks where most classes and discussions are held. Surrounded by nature’s bounteous expressive gifts, students are inspired to experience and associate the countless infinite wonders of cosmic creation about them with universal law, appreciate the creative similitudes and allegories inherent in all things, and therein identify the orderly manifestation of relevant convergence or relationships found in every unified energy vortex throughout infinity.

Such is the true purpose of philosophy, to conceive and experience first-hand the unity and relativity of all things, seen and unseen, as it applies to creative energy. Philosophy is not an art to be taken lightly or abused by provoking baseless debate or attempting to logically confirm existence purely based on repressive rules. Music, poetry, art, mathematics, devotion, all are expressive conceptions—the philosophy of the heart—born from universal synergies.

The greatest of all philosophical queries is the reason for existence, and the ultimate answer to existence is to be found in energy relationships emanating from Infinite Consciousness—His love—not in manifested objects, forces, and elements. Everything in creation is the outcome of vibrant energy in motion, not charged particles. Likewise, vibrant energy is the flow of Infinite Intelligence through unified event nodal junctions that convert, dimensionalize, and demodulate His energy without end.

The city’s heavenly glow casts a turquoise hue into already radiant cloudy skies while enormous fountains glow not with water but rather dazzling energy flames. The city resides on several spiritual planes, each hosting different buildings for different reasons in the same space and time. Thus, individuals may visit Hermes based on the spiritual plane best suited to their development.

Due to Ly-Dian’s defiant inner nature, the council decided it was best to convene on a lower spiritual world in Lyra suitable to his plane of development. When he entered into the holy council chambers, he was surprised to find his one, Sah Diel, chairing the assembly. A stunningly bright shrouding flame softly swirled about her, scintillating like a wondrous rhapsody of love that gathered strength from Father’s essence. Her tender gleaming smile hid intolerable inner agonies from discerning sights, radiating the way of her gentle heart with inconceivable love. Incredible beauty and devotion for her beloved one poured forth from her being, holding nothing back. Her heart was there to sacrifice it all for him no matter the cost, even if it meant its own existence. Still, Ly-Dian irreverently ignored her and never even glanced once in her direction.

Undeterred by her wondrous presence, Ly-Dian ardently articulated his proposal in a long-winded, highly congested, commanding dissertation hoping to confuse and fatigue his audience into submission. After a day-long fast salvo of clever wittiness, soaring words, linguistic marketing, and artistically orchestrated perplexity, he finally rested his case and waited for a most loving and patient council to distinguish some merit in at least part of his proposal.

Rather than call for recess, the council stood reverently from their places, approached a most anxious Ly-Dian, and gently addressed him—not regarding his proposal, but his fallen spiritual state. This Ly-Dian had not foreseen, and his lips provocatively attempted to hastily disarm the council in a rash moment of defensive despair, spouting even more congested dialogue aimed to change their opinion. But soon enough, he realized that the council was right—about everything.

His selfish advisor had led him in the wrong and he knew it. With Father betrayed before the heavenly council and his one cruelly denied before the entire cosmos, hundreds of re-embodiments weighed deplorably in his future like despicable lasting reprimands—from his point of view. The opportunity to correct malformed soulic energy was indeed a blessing, but he sadly did not see it that way, thus confirming his wrongful ambitions.

Unable to bear an emerging burdening sense of honest remorse, Ly-Dian’s blameworthy countenance plunged ever steeply downward for a few pensive moments until coming level with his shoulders. Prostrated worriedly with grief arrayed drably before the spirit of truth, his stunned heart wailed its deepest urges unhindered, powerless to give them further life. His right knee gently curled forward and his vessel surrendered reverently to the ground, qualifying his fraught spirit before the Infinite. Soft tears enfolded his eyes with precious glimmers and inspired kindness came to his lips once more after such long enduring defiance. Evil stood exposed nakedly before the incorruptible discerning eyes of truth for what it was, unveiled with no means to escape or deceive so its shrouded voice could no longer misguide by pretending to be the soul’s true enlightened will.

The council immediately rejoiced and uplifting songs of the heart rose lovingly toward Ly-Dian in forgiveness, lending their positive bias to help heal his heavy burdens. But virtuous reason did not linger long in his soul, for the obsessive nemesis, the ancient parasitical legacy secretly swarming within, would not so easily consent to defeat. Thus, he turned his attention to restless memories of old and fear of embarrassment swiftly pierced his heart.

How would he explain his loathsome conduct to his apprentices or rightfully prove worthy of leading them forth ever again? How much would this unsightly incident delay his ascent? Why had his one not stood by his side and defended his honor? What if he erred and fell again? The agonies of fear stood at attention keenly ready to serve him again, struggling to be the first to destroy his promising spiritual future.

No sooner anxiety nestled into his prideful bosom, defensive anger hastily swept his soul into the frightening unremitting covetousness of the netherworld hidden far beneath heaven’s glorious forgiving horizons. From his bowed position, an insolent countenance slowly rose upward and gazed impertinently toward his kind masters seething to boldly challenge them. But as in every stressful daydream lent to imagine adverse past events in our bolstering favor, there can be no clearer indication that rancorous imagination or the urge to rebuke is an act of defiance against Father and has no power over truth.

The council tenderly begged a startled Ly-Dian to sincerely witness negative emotions lucidly festering in his soul, but his mind wavered feebly between a sense of virtuous valor and deceiving shame, unwilling to openly ratify the wishes of a fallen heart. Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you turn against me? he said to his one angrily, but she remained lovingly entreating, for wrong he was and long she pleaded his heart to change as it spiraled negatively against selfless love.

Sah Diel replied with even greater loving disposition, gently coming forth from her place among the council, hands passionately outstretched and heart awed by Father’s love. Her flame kindled brighter than ever with holy grandeur dimming others nearby, but it was too strong for Ly-Dian’s fallen state and he covered bedazzled brows to avoid being blinded by her glaring beauty—instead of deeming it true love. Only then did he realize how far he had fallen, for the light he once admired now stressed his negatively compromised soul.

Sah Diel reached for his hand, one he wickedly abandoned out of selfishness, saying, My wondrous Ly-Dian, my inner life, why must one elect to suffer fear and destruction when love is always so, so near and in such vast abundance? Were you not in love with love? Did you not teach others the allegorical lessons of endless vibrant energy? Return to that love, to my heart, to my hand. How can I refuse the love that you are?

Beauty, love, forgiveness, assistance, truth, Ly-Dian had it all at that moment, but the thought of being beneath his one in evolution drove the final negative blow to his weak heart. At that moment, he unwisely denied the best friend he ever came to know—his one, his doorway to the heavens, his life.

Unable to deal with rising reactions before his superiors, he rose hastily to his feet, impertinently turned his back on his loving one, excused himself, and promptly left council chambers. Standing alone in the middle of the room, Sah Diel’s dismayed eyes sobbed silently knowing he would never again return to her heart.

It was then that the brotherhood, inspired by Infinite Consciousness, asked an envoy far beneath Ly-Dian to bring beauty back into his heart without causing him shame. A humble initiate from Muse—the spiritual learning center for the arts—ardently volunteered. However, Ly-Dian quickly took this as an insult, chose to detour souls away from the path of light, and strove to subtly punish Father’s initiate messenger for as long as his soul breathed.

Deeply concerned by Ly-Dian’s sustained wicked defiance and aware of the growing negative ramifications it would have long term, the brotherhood summoned council leaders from all seven Sham Bhalá centers to an emergency Tribunal conclave session and asked Sah Diel to preside over it. The conclave convened in a colossal crystal amphitheater located at the heart of Panthorius on Unarius, Sham Bhalá’s spiritual learning center for leadership, to discuss Ly-Dian’s mounting wrongful conduct, but he failed to appear. Instead, he had an envoy represent him and read a long brazen manifesto to those in attendance. The real purpose behind the manifesto was to humiliate the envoy and harvest similar dissent among associates at his lowly level, thus creating an army of menial disgruntled followers he could persuade and eventually threaten.

As was to be expected, Ly-Dian’s ideas were soundly rebuffed by conclave participants. Those who supported him were asked to qualify, but much to Ly-Dian’s delight, they also refused to trust honesty and display inner feelings before their masters. With his mind made up and initial acts of treachery a success, Ly-Dian snubbed the brotherhood, gathered his followers, and did as he pleased. He immediately abandoned the light, his one, anything related to spiritual elegance and beauty, and chose to personally meddle in Lambda Ori’s affairs to prove a point. Thus began his evil crusade against love. Cut off from Manéh’s breath of life, he was on a mission to corrupt universal order overcome by hideous menace and intransigent vengeance from past lives.

When Ly-Dian arrived on Lambda, he curtly demanded everyone’s immediate and absolute subjugation. Flaunting his tall stature and omnipotent development, his presence imparted a grave sense of fear upon conflict-ridden inhabitants who readily bent feeble knees before the invulnerable heavenly newcomer. He wasted no time assuming control of the planet and promptly established a cruel, censored police state that kept close watch over civilians and executed anyone found guilty of opposing his directives.

The brotherhood was appalled by the long-term consequences of Ly-Dian’s actions, realizing that his attempt to save millions would eventually mean the death of tens of trillions, but he would not listen. Instead, he took personal ownership of this world, refused to overturn his defiant stance, and was soon lost to a system of his own making.

As the years passed, Ly-Dian’s deceitful mental influence reached out to thousands of his previous apprentices and they also felt inwardly compelled to abandon the brotherhood. Negative compulsive stimulus spread exponentially across the galaxy like a pandemic and the brotherhood was faced with multiple tribulations on various fronts, though unable to interfere with personal choice. To avoid further adverse intrusion, the high council was left with no choice but to sever affinity with Lambda Ori and allow Ly-Dian to work out his own peace until cycles returned fifteen thousand years later.

Encouraged by a wrongful sense of gallant pride, Ly-Dian’s followers sought to establish upon Lambda the utopian society they always dreamed of and purposely violated Father’s prime directive to make it happen, revealing highly-sensitive scientific principles to a world not yet ready for them. In a brief amount of time, massive modern capital cities spread across the planet and high-speed transportation systems linked every cardinal point. Nuclear-powered airships dominated Lambda skies and exploratory ion-driven capsules roamed to and from nearby planetary wonderers, setting up outpost habitats on these foreign orbs.

Lambda Ori became an exceptional model of mechanized efficiency and a well-organized society to the envy of most, but such achievements came at a hefty price to civilians who devoted their entire lives to serve an oppressive fast-paced technological machine governed by a fallen soul believing to be above God.

Lambda civilians were referred to as regime employees. Government officials were their managers. Life was ensured not by money or bartered goods but by one’s personal worth to the regime, ascertained by demanding performance assessments called scores that governed whether individuals lived or died. Every member of society was assigned predetermined life-long careers and production quotas that significantly increased with time and could not be questioned. Those that exceeded production expectations, demonstrated progressive initiative, and maintained high assessment scores had their lives extended. Under achievers, the physically challenged, and the elderly offered no worth to the regime and were terminated.

Everyone received a brain insert containing a renewable life-license and an emotional state sensor. When an individual’s score dropped below expected levels, management could revoke the life-license and death was the immediate result. This same implant also sensed emotional states linked to dissent and promptly notified the person’s manager who could penalize their score or revoke their life-license.

Electronic detection devices kept close watch over behavioral violations such as mannerisms and verbal conduct, reducing personal scores according to the level of offense. Individuals increasing their score at someone else’s expense had their quotas doubled and score marginalized. Lambda society lived a day at a time under siege, anticipating unannounced death at the hands of watchful managers.

The pervasive consequences these horrifying measures had upon Lambda civilians would eventually shatter the loving embrace shared by countless peaceful worlds and sequester trillions upon trillions of souls as far as fifty thousand light-years away. Even a million years later, these despicable memories against the universe continue to claim needless tears, all because of an egotistical wicked vision that can never be.

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Picture 4: Alliance citadel (B. Erlinger-Ford)

Ly-Dian’s regime, initially resolved to dominate far more than their small world had to offer, set its avaricious sights on Father’s endless adornments and sought to claim them as their own. With his people mentally enslaved and Lambda technically capable, Ly-Dian set forth deadly plans to steal Father’s cosmic children for himself. The crime of eons was about to be committed and the galaxy braced for the inevitable.

Nearby star systems soon witnessed Ly-Dian’s destructive warships descend upon them, forcing residents to serve his federation or perish. War was unknown at the time and news of this new tyrannical federation terrified the sector. One by one, alliance warships assimilated magnificent wondering shores, turning once peaceful beings into drones of burden for the unholy.

Ly-Dian built an enormous space station for himself out of six planets, one from each conquered star system. Each planet was covered by metallic construction and linked to a central hub in hexagonal arrangement via connecting vessels thousands of kilometers long. In the central hub, he built a huge citadel for himself measuring six thousand kilometers across—an enormous artificial domed planet complete with cities, mountains, atmosphere, and clouds.

The federation now had a new name: the Unholy Six Alliance. Thus did the unholy menace come to be, and fifteen thousand years of deadly lament befell the entire galaxy.

Alliance technology soared at alarming rates, developing ever deadlier, more advanced spacecraft designed for brisk destruction. In their military arsenal, no other alliance ship compared in power with the star-class destroyer—a huge ovoid-shaped warship the size of a very large asteroid with sufficient fire power to destroy planets.

Star systems fell prey to the unholy alliance by the thousands. Their invincible war machines marched through space unchallenged, taking forceful possession of once peaceful, light-loving worlds. Wherever found, spiritual teachings were obliterated and their leaders executed. Meanwhile, the brotherhood waited patiently for the right moment to put a halt to this malignant cancer looming within the corporal entity of love’s mansions.

Confident and undeterred, the sinister alliance was at its prime. From his lofty forty thousand kilometer-wide complex at Lambda Ori, Ly-Dian’s mission was known only to himself. No one knew his true origins, much less dared ponder upon it, fearing for their lives. It served best to believe that he was the perfect product of selective evolution endowed with knowledge and powers beyond normal human faculties. Every person in the alliance regarded him as deity and worshipped him as such.

Hundreds of worlds vanished in the blink of an eye, either strip-mined for natural resources or destroyed out of retribution for failing to join the alliance. Countless beings were subjugated to toil without rest unto death, while others met a fate of inconceivably horrid proportions and unspeakable revulsion—bred for consumption onboard alliance warships.

Over a period of ten thousand years, alliance fleets advanced swiftly into the galaxy, bringing one third of the Milky Way into Ly-Dian’s despicable fold. In their wake, they left a trail of incalculable planetary damage and tens of billions of people consumed. His vengeful heart savored unquestionable triumph over the brotherhood, for statistically he was well poised to fully assimilate the galaxy in another ten thousand years.

His greed knew no bounds, urging military forces to boldly spread across the heavens and seize the rest of the galaxy by whatever means possible—and eventually the rest of universe. Alliance military might was incalculable and their technology sound. Unholy civilians were enslaved by fear, electronics, and life-threatening procedural reprimands from which there was no escape.

As the unholy expanded into the rest of the galaxy totally unopposed, they came upon two regions of space known as Aquila and Sagittarius. Here, they encountered formidable resistance from a little-known people called Dallians who made their home in a bright protoplanetary disk located between Lagoon and Trifid nebulae.

What few brave alliance commanders dared venture into that sector of space were never heard from again. Ships simply vanished without trace as if space itself silently swallowed them whole in one sudden colossal gulp. On rare occasions, missing ships were found days later floating lifeless through unholy space but without a crew. They were fully functional, all escape pods accounted for, and no sign of tampering or struggle was evident. Strangely, ship logs showed the unexplainable random disappearance of crew members as if they were selectively erased from existence by unknown causal forces. During such incidents, crews were afflicted by mystifying debilitating sickness before finally vanishing.

Some believed these unexplainable losses were caused by unusual space anomalies while others were certain that Dallian technology was to blame. Either way, that segment of space came to be known as the death sector, dreaded by even the most senior commanders in the alliance.

Unwilling to give into Dallian defiance, Ly-Dian decisively summoned the largest, most seasoned military contingent ever assembled: two fleets composed of five hundred thousand readied ships and twenty star destroyers. Commanding the fleets was the dreaded coarse admiral Viren 9—better known throughout the galaxy as the Destroyer—brought out of retirement for this special mission.

Viren was flaunted at the citadel for days, hailed as a hero celebrity in lavish ceremonies, and given all the distinctions of a monarch, but he behaved rather stone-cold and indifferent to such offerings for he knew all too well that he was being sent on a suicide mission. Instead of mingling with the citadel elite, he wisely used the time to prepare diligently, review countless intelligence reports, and derive a point-and-battle failproof strategy he was confident would break the back of even the best Dallian technological tactics.

The day Viren anxiously anticipated finally arrived. The newly formed fleets received orders to break moorings, head for the Aquila frontier, and eradicate Dallians from the universe. Under affluent patriotic celebratory splendor, the large fleet stationed in the Cygnus star base left port and slowly headed toward Lyra. Several days later, Viren broke up the fleet into several segments that meandered to Delta Sagitta in single-flanked groups of ten thousand ships to hide their true intentions; deceptively wavering flank formations to fool Dallians into thinking inexperienced cadets flew the mission.

Viren then broke up the fleet once more into smaller groups and headed for Rho Aquilae, staggering his ships through several star routes. Upon arrival, he deployed observation droids to supposedly monitor the rather young star. Meanwhile, the fleet gradually restructured into three-tiered formations—star destroyers in the rear and most cruisers in the middle. Unknown to Viren, invisible Dallian ghosts kept a close eye on the alliance fleet, secretly compromising alliance command and control systems in preparation for a colossal battle certain to come. The fleet never realized that their systems had been secretly broken into by the enemy and their plans compromised.

As the large space armada made preparations to invade Dallian space, mysterious disappearances caught ship captains by surprise, and paralyzing dread ran rampant throughout the fleet. Randomly, alliance ships and personnel vanished into the dark cloak of the deep without trace or explanation. But Viren was undeterred by these enigmatic instances, pressing his captains to complete ship integration and formulate battle solutions in record time.

When all was ready, Viren suddenly plowed into Dallian space at maximum possible speed, prepared to fire at anything resembling space-going vessels or human habitats. When the alliance fleet arrived at Omicron Aquila, Dallian warriors were waiting for them.

In quick succession, alliance ships mysteriously vanished from space and Viren discovered that his links to the citadel were inoperative. Unable to detect the enemy’s source or communicate with the citadel, Viren attempted to change course and fallback to Phi Aquila, but found his fleet surrounded by ships of strange design and power signatures. The alliance opened fire against enemy ships but failed to score any hits. In response to alliance aggression, Dallians returned fire and Viren’s fleet quickly dwindled in numbers.

In a brisk but decisive space battle, alliance forces encountered an enemy far superior to them. Better armed, disciplined, and technologically advanced, Dallians systematically annihilated the largest alliance fleet ever gathered. The alliance fought bravely but pointlessly, unable to target or destroy Dallian craft until only Viren’s destroyer remained. In a defiant act never believed possible, Viren violated Ly-Dian’s prime directive and surrendered to Dallian warriors at the southern outskirts of the Cygnus galactic corridor near Omicron Aquilae. With Viren’s surrender also came a voluntary promise—he would never divulge what really happened in battle that day. This became the alliance’s first official defeat in ten thousand years or since the birth of the alliance.

Ly-Dian and his top citadel elite, enraged by defeat, immediately summoned Viren to answer for his act of cowardly treason in battle. However, aware that lengthy intelligence interrogations and certain death awaited him, Viren boldly ignored the call, refused to turn over intelligence information, and waited for his life-license to be revoked, further angering his master. Ly-Dian’s prime directive was quite specific: never surrender or abandon battle grounds no matter the motive. Viren’s fate was therefore sealed.

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Picture 5: Viren 9’s defeat in Aquila (Rodrigo Diaz)

Hands and feet magnetically bound, Viren was arrested in his Ophiuchus home, escorted to Ly-Dian’s citadel, and left to chance with the sinister of times. No one ever saw or heard from Viren again, although those closest to him often quoted him saying, I have brought about the death of many worlds. There shall be no more death, only mine.

Viren, defiant to the very end, got his wish at the hands of Ly-Dian and kept his solemn oath of silence. He purposely destroyed all intelligence obtained during the encounter upon surrender and his death secretly veiled the real events that transpired during the battle of the corridor. The alliance lost two fleets, its most experienced officers, and millions of polished service crews, but got not a single thread of usable military information in return.

The Viren genetic batch was destroyed and the Coren series took its place as the next line of alliance admirals. Viren’s name was forever scorned by the unholy for bringing shame to Ly-Dian and its mention was strictly forbidden. The entire galaxy deeply reviled Viren for the vast measure of crimes he committed against humanity, joyously celebrating his death with a new glimmer of hope for freedom. But final emancipation from unholy menace was still far from achievable.

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Picture 6: The unholy wars (Rodrigo Diaz)

Fearing possible retribution from Dallians and unwilling to give up selfish claims on creation, Ly-Dian assembled vast fleets and struck back with a vengeance, pitting tens of millions of ships against fewer but better armed Dallian numbers. A hundred-year bloody war ensued between Dallians and the alliance, consuming untold lives on both planetary soils and in space.

Cosmic frontiers constantly changed hands over the years but neither side made appreciable gains. Land battles rivaled millions of Orion cloned soldiers and high energy weaponry against hundreds of skilled Dallian warriors, devastating wondrous orbs into restless asteroids from which unholy soldiers stubbornly continued to fight a lost cause and die in massive numbers before superior Dallian forces. The alliance attempted to compensate for their obvious technical inferiority by calling upon its immense manufacturing capabilities and matching vast numbers of ships against fewer Dallian craft, however such efforts also proved futile.

Warfare technology escalated on both sides over the years, aiming to broaden destructive capability on the other, but Dallians proved superior to the unholy in almost every category. In time, Dallian borders expanded on all fronts, and the alliance feared eventual extinction.

Huge Dallian territorial bubbles expanded outward from the Tucana frontier into Delphinus, another into Hercules and Scorpius, when the alliance realized this was a fight they could not win. Dallians essentially held on to a tubular wedge stretching from the center of the galaxy out to the rim, effectively blocking direct alliance travel between their Scorpius and Cygnus frontiers.

Faced with an enemy possessing superior technology and fearsome fighting techniques, Ly-Dian established a non-aggression armistice with Dallian to avoid pointless war. The covenant gave Dallians political representation in the alliance and a large sector of space to control. The Dallian covenant survived for thousands of years even though the alliance despised them, waiting for the day when Dallian technology was no longer a secret.

Nested within interstellar clouds once linking the colorful Lagoon and Trifid nebulas, and majestic galactic core colors as their backyard, the Dallian system teamed with human habitation. Their home planet received light from a G-class star three times larger than the sun. An orange dwarf roamed 90 AU from the main star meandering far wanderers onto its scope of influence.

Dallian, fourth in orbit, was a bit larger than Saras hosting four highly reflective moons. As the Dallian star system moved through space, its magnetic field ignited surrounding nebula gases giving life to vibrant wonders about their world. Peace and progress reigned supreme on Dallian for thousands of years under the brotherhood’s care and became a technological wonder to behold. It’s educational system and scientific innovations made Dallian a galactic haven for personal development. Their cities were a tribute to their attainments with spacious cosmic architecture of unsurpassed breathtaking expression. There was nothing like it in the galaxy.

However, its leaders turned their backs on His Majesty, armed themselves using brotherhood technology, and prepared for the certain coming of the alliance. When that day arrived, the alliance met a vastly superior military power capable of swiftly destroying the wayward tyranny. A long five-thousand-year cold war endured between the alliance and Dallian, one that would eventually consume both cosmic powers.

A Dallian warrior class known as the Commada was created whose leadership reported directly to the emperor. Among warriors, there were those considered the absolute best. Those who excelled among them were recognized as the Commada elite chartered with developing and guarding Dallian warriors.

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Picture 7: Dallian space pad complex (Rodrigo Diaz)

Dallians developed special suits that allowed them to fly at fantastic speeds, discharge energy through their hands, and withstand substantial weapons fire. These interfaced with the warrior’s consciousness and provided valuable tactical information, responded to mental commands, and helped pilots mentally