Liberation: Freedom Is Everything

By Daniel R Hogan Jr

Summoned to a distant Galaxy in a troubled Universe by a strange being, a man from the present, a man from the future, and an Indian girl from the past are transported to a flexible time of creation to right a wrong. With the aid of a beautiful entity they encounter the Rainbow People to dissuade them from the self-destruction of Liberation.

The ego driven Constructors in defiance to the Creator of All in an attempt to erase their mistake created the Liberation shield and its false religion.

The evil Gravament planet, the hideous Keeper, the dreaded Dogalaks, and the monstrosity of a Living Brain, must be overcome.

The birth of self-determination and free-will as divinely intended by the Creator is the result for all life.

Freedom is everything.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Feb 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9781665517379

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Published by AuthorHouse  02/17/2021

ISBN: 978-1-6655-1738-6 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-6655-1737-9 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2021903329

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DEDICATION

SUSAN VEGAS

THANKS

Contents

Chapter 1     Akicta

Chapter 2     Gravament

Chapter 3     Raven

Chapter 4     Dar

Chapter 5     Acclimation - Jan

Chapter 6     Acclimation – Raven

Chapter 7     Acclimation-Dar

Chapter 8     XaXa

Chapter 9     Search

Chapter 10   Reunited

Chapter 11   Purpose

Chapter 12   Liberation Is Death

Chapter 13   Prisoners

Chapter 14   Elders

Chapter 15   Arrival

Chapter 16   We Must Die

Chapter 17   Summoner Returns

Chapter 18   Dogalaks

Chapter 19   BWAs

Chapter 20   The Temple

Chapter 21   The Keeper

Chapter 22   The Living Brain

Chapter 23   Escape

About the Author

CHAPTER ONE

AKICTA

All seems peaceful as John looked up into the fading daylight upon the three rising moons of this distant, strange world in a faraway galaxy within another universe. He has been stranded here now several months, each day of which he estimated to be 16-18 hours as the lapse of time required to revolve around the planet’s star-sun; although to be an erratic orbit for on some days, which he calculated to be every 23rd or possibly 24th, the days seem much longer 25 to 29 hours. Of course, these are his own crude calculations as he is totally without the sophistication of any equipment much less a chronometer.

Having established that the planet in fact can sustain life and having secured his existence by the acquisition of livable quarters in a large cave dwelling having evidence of previous occupants at some time in the past, and a supply of edible fruits, berries, and nuts as best he was able to describe the natural vegetables upon which he endured these many days. Supplemented by an abundance of a liquid substance much like water, although yellow in color, and by means of primitively constructed tools and, if needed weapons, with the occasional small furry animal of which he hoped to be of the rabbit or squirrel family rather than of the rat, cat, or dog family, although it would matter little, he survived.

These seeing to his needs for what no doubt will be a long story, perhaps the rest of his lifetime. And having recovered from the superficial wounds and abrasions occurred in the last battle with Gravament’s Living Brain and realizing that Raven and Dar must have perished after-all, he now commenced to set down what has taken place with the prayer that disaster is not now ruling the multi galaxies and selfishly that Earth is still safe to self-destruct in its own ignorance and innocence and/or to have time to mature on its own. But he runs ahead of himself and must start at the beginning.

It was a cold January. Colder than usual in this southern town adjacent to the mighty Mississippi River and generously dotted with many lakes, bayous, and assorted bodies of water all contributed to the carefree, easy style of living incorporating the outdoors with the indoors. Spicing the winter with the piercing dampness which penetrated to the bone, chilling thin southern blood beyond endurance.

His home, as are many in this area, is described by real-estate people as water-front property, for indeed it does sit upon a pleasant little canal leading to one of the major lakes. Being so situated does allow one to experience a sense of isolation and communion with nature whilst still being part of and near to a large metropolitan town.

During this particular winter on several of the most frigid nights in memory, he experienced a sense of unrest, longing, almost a tugging to get out of the warmth of his bed and go unto the boat dock to… to, to do what? Gaze upon the water? Check the boat? What?

This urgency persisted, but reinforced by the cold, he was steadfast in his reluctance and remained within doors securely snug beneath heavy blankets. One night, however, in spite of his reticence, he found himself yielding to the now irresistible pull of the inaudible calling. In an attempt to bring the warmth of the interior without, bundled in several layers of clothing, stepped through the sliding glass doors onto the raised deck leading to the walkway approaching the dock extended over the now mirror-still water.

Strangely he was unaware of the cold, not due to the clothing precautions for his hands, face, and especially his noise was suffering in discomfort from the exposure, but due to the rapt attention which now captured him from this alluring compulsion.

It was a clear night, and the stars were prevalent in abundance. The moon casted a golden pathway on the water which appeared substantiate enough to support a walker. Then upon the realization of such an observation traversing the lunar bridge was a person slowly approaching as the compelling intensified.

Closer came the figure which appeared to hover above the water rather than walked upon it. The surface of the water was approximately six to eight inches from his feet. The figure drew to the far-end of the dock from which he stood. He could not help at his lack of reaction as he calmly reflected on the phenomenon unfolding before him. He remained rather than bolting off in fear or confusion as the figure, now nearing the dock, did not step up but simply rose to hover over the dock. About three inches over the wooden surface, its forward progression halted and the figure, ever so slowly, descended to the dock-surface. There was no noticeable sound or creak which this old dock always yielded with weight as a groan of protest. Perceiving that the figure was now within ten feet of him, his lethargy left to be replaced with awe rapidly filling with fear.

All of this and more to recite had taken place in a matter of seconds evolving only into a few minutes, no longer. Yet there appeared to be a timeliness which would allow any and all events to transpire within time without conventional measure or actual lapse of time. It was as if all had stopped and indeed a cursory glance about revealed an exceptional stillness attesting to this.

The compulsion which has urged him to this apparent rendezvous seemed to be lifting for as the awareness of cold begin to sweep over him, his natural instinct to flight resurfaced. Prior to any motion on his part, as of anticipating his action, a deep, rich resonant voice spoke saying, Akicta John Newman, do not leave. We have much to prepare.

The voice was commanding but yet not dictatorial. It seemed to exude trust and confidence dissipating his fear. Without notice the figure had advanced to about six feet before him. And now for the first time he had occasion or presence of mind to look upon the strange visitor.

It appeared to be at least ten feet tall. He quickly looked to see if it was still hovering not only because of the height but also, as previously noted, the deck did not yield any evidence or sound of additional weight. To his surprise it was standing directly on the deck. Appearing male, he was very thin with a most prominent bone structure. The cheek bones and jaw were very prevalent as was the shape of the skull. He was completely void of hair- none on his head, no eye brows, nor facial hair, nor anywhere on his body as John was to later learn. His coloring was a yellow sallowness almost a pale golden from which totally azure blue eyes, without benefit of separated colored pupils, iris, or white background. His limbs, which he was glad to see, were humanoid with two of each. The arms, legs, hands, and fingers all appeared elongated. In fact, his entire body appeared to have been stretched. The head was a large oval resembling an egg with finely chiseled unusually diminutive, when compared to the rest of him, features. The nose was hardly more than a slight aperture, the mouth incredibly small with the thinnest of lips. His ears nothing more than slits upon the sides of the head adjacent to the amazing blue eyes which was an exception to the other facial features for they were as large as lemons dominating the entire head. As out-of-proportion as this inadequate description may seem, all was in order and appeared perfectly natural and acceptable to him.

He was now within two feet of him and he found that he was presupposed to his arrival for rather than feeling fearful as first inclined, he was anxious to hear what he had to say especially upon being previously addressed by name in a most serene and disarming matter.

Akicta he again addressed John. This time he seemed to sense an urgency, almost impatience as he continued.

Why have you not responded to your earlier summons, there is much to be done?

Earlier summons? He replied still apparently unaware that he was speaking to an obvious extraterrestrial for he proceeded as if this was a natural turn-of-events. Conscience of his inexplicable indifference and without further though or consternation, John asked.

Who are you? Where are you from? What the hell are you talking about?

The thought now rushed into his mind that they were communicating, speaking, and understanding each other with the exception of that first word ‘Akicta’.

Again, as if with great indulgence and forced patience, it said.

We communicated since the earliest conception of your being, even before mankind was the dominant species of this world, you and your line were genetically conditioned for this summons. You have been so disposed to understand me though I am not speaking your language and you do not speak mine. All Akictas are so prepared, as are you, to respond to the summons.

His mind was truly reeling, but as he spoke comprehension without understanding seemed to follow. Introspectively he reflected how he has always had a mysterious knack for languages without any foreknowledge of them. If what he was saying was for real and he was not dreaming, there existed this most irresistible inclination to trust and believe any and all he said. Perhaps this was the reason for his ability to understand foreign languages.

It is so. It said as if reading his thoughts.

Continuing, it added, You are prepared for much more. But as feared, the generations of primitive evolvement have dulled your reception. There were four Akictas. One has lost all trace of the ancient implementation leaving but three. You are the first to be summoned for what we have prayed not to take place has manifested itself. Hopefully, you will total reawaking and the others will not be as dormant. As to who I am-I am the Summoner. From a distant galaxy, old long before your galaxy was yet to be born. I come with a heavy heart upon my preconditioned reluctant quest to summon all Akictas for the defense and preservation of all creation. My odyssey has now comprised ten of your time measurements known as centuries. Earth is the last and it was hoped that the contagion would not spread this far.

In complete bewilderment, unconscientiously pulling my clothing about him to offset the cold, which parenthetically did not seem to bother the Summoner clothed in what appeared to be a neutral-colored jumpsuit. His brain screamed in protest and he wished to object vehemently but something within exerted itself and calmed his dismay replacing it with the strong urge for rapid understanding. He found himself tranquilly asking almost apologetic,

Wait, I’m trying, but I do not understand. What is an Akicta?

The Summoner, somehow, sensing his discomfort to the weather, for a lack of a better word, transported them to or superimposed completely about them, top, bottom, and sides, an enclosure of what appeared to be polished chrome. But was indeed something else for he totally without thought or misgivings reclined upon one of the chair-like projections, in so doing, he inadvertently touched the enclosure only to unexpectedly feel a soft warm substance instead of a hard cold metallic one.

He continued.

There are many Akictas. You and the other two on this planet are the last world, in the last universe, of the last galaxy to be summoned.

What is this about? I understand your words but not their meaning.

His large blue eyes slowly closed and reopened in the first and only facial gesture so far detected. He did so with almost an indulgent paternal inaudible sigh.

You are an Akicta, a warrior of earth. You and the others are now being summoned to join in a multi-galactic struggle of immeasurable importance.

He, now as if tired and exhausted from his long and tedious task, also reclined upon a larger chair-like projection. John noticed that the chair was in proportion to its body as was his. Also, that no chair existed until it sought one as his was not there a moment ago. There was no other projection of any type of furniture in the enclosure, yet he did not doubt that if required it would appear.

It is feared it proceeded that you have no conscience recall, yet your vigor is intense and strong. I will attempt to reconstruct events leading to this summons. It is hoped that this revelation with the assist if necessary of my passage through your inner self will propel and awaken your consciences to the awesome task at hand.

CHAPTER TWO

GRAVAMENT

In the beginning before time existed the creator-beings were. They knew all that was, is, and would be for they are as was and would always be. They were and remain to the Creator of all things, their creator, His finest replication, and yet as insignificant to Him as they to us their creations. He, the true creator, created six of the creator-beings existing as one and in the vastness of nothingness which was all. In the slight quickness of an almost unintentional minute mere fraction of a sliver of thought, consisting of a countless span of evolutionary time, imagined the multi-galaxies of creation and it was.

The power, joy, peace, and harmony were absolute and a gift of perfect proportions from the Creator of all. One of the six at once and yet separately with full knowledge by the other five but to a lesser degree felt that the divine power was his, theirs, and equal to the Creator of all. That for him, them, to be a self-creator was the natural order.

If there were a measure of time during this eternal being, in less than a blink of the eye, the six were three. Two had rejoined the glorification with the One, Creator of all, and the other separately not in rapport with the rebellious three but not rejoined with the One, in internal turmoil, ceased to exist. Instantaneously, with the gift of the ever-present freedom of will, a precious hallmark of the Creator which He deign not to remove no matter the offense, the three were cast out. Within them now dwelled the seeds of jealous domination over lower life-forms, some of their own design, in existence and yet to be developed over the multi galaxies which was the original creation of the Creator of all things.

To counteract this festering evil in the evolution of yet to be developed worlds within this framework and very fabric of being, the three implanting a nullifying agent only to be recalled, as it were, by the Creator of all. No reason needs to be given, nor questions of why to not recall the seed of the alternate creator-beings. None were needed if He choose to reenact in lesser lifeforms equally blessed as were they with free will to have opportunity to exercise that will either for good or for evil. The choice and the question were never there before and thus the sin the worst. Now all to come can and must choose and to that choice will befall the reward or punishment.

The three-remaining creator-beings, almost in an act of disobedience, but filled with a love/hate relationship for the new lifeforms yet to come planned for their destruction. The knowledge that the implanted seed of evil will prove too powerful for such weak creatures, the Creator of all implanted the seeds of Akictas throughout the galaxies to counter such evil. Regretfully when such a time would come. The Akictas would be summoned to resist and fight such forces. A summoner was created to collect them if the need arose.

The Creator of all things, of course, knew of the manipulations of the creator-beings and was pleased at the exercise of free-will, but not with the manipulators. He, therefore, withdrew to Himself the remaining three errant creator-beings and at present they are not now factors. However, the struggle which was put in motion is still in place and is now being enacted.

John listened intently with an awaking feeling of vague recognition as the Summoner ever so patiently almost mechanical unfolded this cosmic tale.

Recently it continued, "within the last centuries the creator-beings plans bore fruit in the presence of an entity/planet identified by the name of Gravament.

Gravament personifies the imbalance of creation. Reflecting the ambition and ego of the creator-beings with none of the good they were endowed with. It was conceived by the wayward three that this insignificant addendum of construction would afford them the divine gratification only due to the Creator of all. After all were they not God-like, were they not deserving of God-like worship and worshippers. Their false pride knew no boundaries as they felt equal to Him. In an attempt at secrecy the three set into motion the origin of Gravament.

The Cosmos now stood with Gravament as constructed by the evil three. Then something special and wonderous happen. The Cosmos construction did not originally include the Milky Way which contained Earth and you as an Akicta. The Creator, the Master of all, all seeing and all knowing, in accordance with His master-plan created directly, not through an intervening construction by a creator-being, but without the slightest effort nor concentrated thought, but merely with a whim of will created your galaxy, your world, and mankind.

This divine direct creation makes you unique in all the universe. The Creator has created these lesser beings with the same status of the creator-beings who had no knowledge of their construction. The Akictas were allowed upon the Earth with a yet unknown role in this Cosmic battle. I, as the Summoner, am filled with an overwhelming responsible to assist and protect the Akictas and all earthlings for they are truly the chosen people so created by the Master Himself. As such it was my desire never to summon you for fear of harm to your universe which may go undetected by Gravament. Better the entire rest of the cosmos be destroyed than subject the chosen to harm. But in this matter, I have no free-will and you and your companion Akictas are to play a yet unknown pivotal role in this Galactic struggle.

Gravament has already enslaved many galaxies in a false religion. Billions have accepted and embraced the ‘Liberation’ fostered by Gravament. Eagerly they