A Thought of Infinite Being

By Garrison Gibson

A science fiction story of metaphysical speculation, defense responses to networked terror, social philosophical analysis and meta-cosmological circumspection. Protagonists consider implications of a Multiverse on metaphysics, morals, creation, the natural theology of God and select works.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9781667149608

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Copyright

©2021 Garrison Gibson

ISBN

978-1-6671-4960-8

Part One

Chapter 1

A loud raven caw crossing the air disrupted the subtler omnipresence in the sky of local song birds resembling a sweet fragrance added to the atmosphere. The big black raven sounded friendly to Kurt; like bright afternoon sunshine unconcerned with the splattered state of the world before him. Ravens communicate while other birds sing. When perceived-by-others its black feathers absorbed photons even though color waves in-themselves uninterpreted by human eyes in brains is as empty as a heart of darkness passing through local time of government trolls.

Kurt Simagin encountered the raven’s sound on many Y’Earth-like planets. He knew the smartest of birds as a friendly enough being. It was good to know the sound on a Composition Nine traveler’s world was ubiquitous in thorny scrub desert brambles and temperate forests popular with designers and consumers of artificial worlds alike..

Partially decomposed bodies littered the landscape complicating contemporary history. The stench of death under the sun was a reason for nose filters. Simagin’s immediate task was to sort out the evidence of the place assigned by Phi Psi Tier One. Activating Simagin was the prerogative of the independent security consortium of the constellation of Dwindled Worlds seeking to keep a semblance of freedom from one of many evil empires littering the Universe.

Simagin understood that when God created a universe it was developed in a two-dimensional line of energy that expanded to three dimensions, like a membrane, with the addition of a Higgs field. Stretching the line energy out over three dimensions made a Higgs field of virtual energy of vast extent. Within the Higgs field might arise three-dimensional particles from the two-dimensional massless particles of the field itself as they became tangled up in the field overlapping themselves and bringing in to being the effect of three-dimensional particles with mass from massless two-dimensional particles.

In such a way a universe was born as George Lemaitre and Allan Guth had speculated about in the days before the discovery of the nature of the field.

An infinite number of universe membrane files existed next to one another in a special modge panc cabinet of teleological design. Each membrane could entail a limitless number of contingent dimensions and branches for spun-off universes.

Sometimes wickedness broke out inter-dimensionally within these universes and slaughters of innocents and not-so-innocents and downright wicked beings occurred. Then, Kurt Simagin or some other Tier One operator in a universe was assigned to sort out and interdict, if possible, for preventative and merciful reasons, those perpetrators and causes that had brought the shift into being.

Corpses were strewn in a rough perimeter and obviously had been posthumously dined on by Claxsop spiders living amid dense foliage along the winding river of the desert. The Livid River appeared to have scoured out a valley with the interminable work of abrasive erosion; yet it was a manufactured world and may have been made in that state. A few flying defense drones resembling wrens still glowed with blue light though inactive and broken around the scene of the last stand of a Bankop squad.

Simagin looked around for sign of alien opposition forces, and then used a field sensor to scan for electro-magnetic and visual presence of opfor biologicals or mechanisms. He wondered what haters could have terminated the journey banker-warrior squad, so he found a good-sized boulder to set down upon and built a lush global warming campfire to heat a cup of highland coffee to a scalding degree, taking the edge off the experience.

He knew that some investigators had developed psychological trauma that reverberated around their minds from seeing such travesties and therefore took defensive countermeasures to prevent p.t.e.d. A memory of Mistress Sally making a stimulus check on him verged up from the deep; they'd shared r.e.m. and she had do'oothed him right on the spot. He reminded himself not to be distracted thinking about the past over-much in the field when Cannaemites could be advancing toward their quarry beyond his field of vision.

Zvimmer, Kurt's emotional support coyote, rested on the ground looking outward toward likely enemy avenues of approach. Looking up, he smiled at Kurt then pawed a bone on the ground; examining it carefully before gnawing it.

Kurt wanted to consider the motivations that could have prompted the mini-battle that was a last stand for the banker-squad. Forming ideas that would arise from his subconscious mind into awareness he knew, could be induced by putting his thought onto some other topic during which the unrelated solutions or suggestions of solution might appear from the depths. His head-band guarded against impacts with a layer of battery gel stuffed with intelligent nano-machine electronics and communication structures. He said to it;Play the video about the guy seeking the American dream of building and owning a storage shed.

A flying square of opaque nano-rasters appeared hovering in front of his eyes presenting the movie on a ten-inch screen. The nanorasters could visualize any sort of idea with A.I. tweak-work besides standard digital video then disappear to his combat battle-dress battery defense vest. Kurt watched Pedro Cordoba carrying lumber on his shoulder through a dark forest walking uphill then crossing a muskeg bog over and over again reminding him of the myth of Sisyphus. Yet in time a storage shed began to form at the top of the trail. The winter struck and the little building was buried under snow and ice.

Neo-KGB discerned his activity in the forest and sent legions of harpies to impede his attempt to build the American dream. Pedro suffered a dislocated arm and then a torn rotater cuff and left for the winter in a small open boat from the edge of the forest traveling down the coast a couple of hundred miles. The further adventures of Pedro interested Simagin, yet he had pressing details to look at over the killing ground, so he finished the last of the coffee, got up and walked about the area stopping at a pile of remains. He toed up and used a foot to flip over a body that remained about 60% complete.

The Bankop operative's remains had a residual glow about them that indicated to Kurt that he had recently been in a capital accumulation vault that marked workers with silo-dye. There were just a few facilities in the galaxy able to afford the process of infusing quark-dye into the epidermis of visitors.

Kurt was a skeptic concerning the prospects for improvements to the character of the human species that were publicized whenever new facts or speculation about Higgs field related discoveries were made. Gravity occurs at light speed, and that would be natural if light speed is the norm for massless particle-waves or energy not slowed down to three dimensions. When energy becomes entangled from two dimensions as mass in three and becomes embedded in a steady state in the Higgs field, the aggregation of mass in the field reshapes the field and draws other mass toward it in field curvature. The field itself may act at the speed of light and create the appearance of gravity acting at the speed of light.

If the field is expanding or if something is acting upon the field that isn’t of the three-dimensional mass the Higgs field could seem to be causing space to expand. There is an obvious way to regard that condition though; aggregation of mass that causes the field to warp and attract mass may reciprocally expand space of the field bereft of elements of the field drawn in the Higgs field and mass interactive aggregation situation.

Gravity is a marvelous thing. If it is an appearance because people see through a glass darkly embedded in the mass of particle-waves slowed down to sub-light speed in the Higgs field, humans at least have the promise of discovering how it arises someday. Like the time when Abraham was asked to sacrifice his son Isaac by God, and Abraham showed he had such faith in God existing so as to be regarded as worthy of the promise, the appearance of gravity on this side of the cloud of unknowing may someday be rewarded by the saving grace of truth appearing; as when God sacrificed His Son Jesus Christ to save all of those of faith. The truth will set gravity theorists free.

Some people wonder about the relationship of God to the Universe and how the theory of evolution juxtaposes with the explanation of creation provided in the Bible. The accounts of contemporary cosmology and of the book of Genesis aren't in necessary contradiction or even in conflict as superficial reading or analysis indicates to some, though most haven't troubled to look too far into either field.

Consider what an eternal being who could create a Higgs field with a thought, or a thought of a field that has always existed like a library of every possible idea or universe that could ever exist, completely existing with God, would want to tell beings in a universe or thermodynamic process that he actualized, about how it came to be.

Kurt imagined imagining what kind of reconciliation he would try and thought that He might say briefly that; "I saw nothingness and brought light to it and over a period of time; days for you I will call them, since general relativity wasn't existing yet nor even special relativity or energy and mass- I brought stars and dust to exist and man evolved innocently in an Eden of blissful ignorance until he/you/they grew smart enough to cultivate orchards, plant crops and etc.

You were de facto booted out of Eden, into clothing, guilt with the knowledge of good and evil's difference and into the realm of Cain kills-his-brother-Abel just to continue evolving in a wild format until I tried to correct your existential estrangement from my way of peace, wisdom and so forth. Your first civilization, incidentally, was located at a spot that is now beneath the Persian Gulf.

At least there was one guy who followed my warnings about the rising global sea level during the end of the Wisconsin ice age. He- Noah and his family built a boat and survived the flood that drowned those wicked people that kept going on with their immoral drift of destruction. Noah's sons went out to people living south of the Mediterranean Sea and became leaders, somewhat like Verangian Vikings became leaders of Slavs living around the city they founded at Kiev. Hey, that brings you up to Charles Darwin and the present time with all of the interesting questions you can create concerning the paradoxes of the Higgs field, of mass, energy, space, time, a plethora of universes and modal logic possibilities without end.

It is a great time to be alive except for the planetary destruction of the ecosphere and so forth. The problem about ignoring my Son's (Jesus Christ) prophecy concerning the great first century tribulation should have been surprising to me yet it wasn't of course. Some of you are still looking for a great tribulation and take that paradigm as an excuse to keep destroying the environment and to stop building the kingdom of God up on Earth through an egalitarian, literate priesthood of believers. I am supposed to be resting now though, so I'll get back to you on that."

Kurt listened to the gently flowing water of the Livid River and contemplated the fate of the corpse. Was the Bankop saved? He thought that very unlikely, and remembered fragments of Baxter's ethics written so many centuries before from Directory IX. ‘When you have found yourselves in a state of sin and death, understand and consider what a state that is.' It may be you will think it a tolerable condition, and linger in it, as if you were safe; or delay your repentance, as if it were a matter of no great haste; unless you open your eyes, and look round about you, and see in how slippery a place you stand. Let me name some instances of the misery of an unregenerate, graceless state, and then judge of it as the Word of God directs you.

As long as you are unconverted, you must need be loathsome and abominable to God. His holy nature is irreconcilable to sin, and would be irreconcilable to sinners, if it were not that he can cleanse and purify them. Did you know what sin is, and know God's holiness, you would understand this much better. Your own averseness to God, and your dislike of the holiness of his laws and servants, might tell you what thoughts he hath of you. He hateth all the workers of iniquity."Indeed, he taketh you for his enemies, and as such he will handle you, if you be not converted.

Some think it strange that any men should be called haters of God; and I believe you will find it hard to meet with that man that will confess it by himself, till converting grace or hell constrain him. And indeed, if God himself had not charged men with that sin, and called them by that name, we should scarce have found belief or patience when we had endeavored to convince the world of it.

Why did the world hate Christ himself? He tells you,The world cannot hate you, but me it hateth, because I testify against it, that the works thereof are evil'.This is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men loved dark rather than light, because their deeds were evil.

It is a wonder of blindness that this God-hating world and age, should not perceive that they are God-haters, while they hate his servants to the death. and implacably rage against them, and hate his holy ways and kingdom, and bead all their power and interest in most of the kingdoms of the world, against his interest and his people upon earth: while the devil fights his battles against Christ through the world, by their hands, they will yet confess the devil's malice against God, but deny their own; as if he used their hands without their hearts"

The traveler's world was littered with micro-surveillance grains scattered like dust from globe encompassing drones. Kurt asked his smart speaker to check the status of Sendufax’s chess-engine first-responder to live threats anywhere on the planet system. It would know if macro-sized opposition forces were active and determine the best countermeasures that the auto-controller scaled up to battlefield size. Nothing much active was evident, except for occluded attack front on