Dreams of Allon

By Steven Wayne Newell

This is the second part of the second story in the Allon Science Fiction Series, originally written in 1987 it was said about this book, that sometimes only science fiction can get to the heart of a matter. We do not live in the Newtonian Physics reality science texts generally described. Things changed. In a Quantum Physics universe the secrets of the past want to hide from us the actual future. This creates a false image of a doomed future, but a new essay from our ancient past knows the future can be good. Dare to see this different spiritual vision originally written in the middle 1980s contrasting boldly with the images of main stream politicians of that time. This is the rare novel that was selling as a collectors item for it's visionary insights about the evolving social and governmental impact of the internet. This futuristic communal astronaut home with a LAN network and camera cell phones as foreseen in 1986.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 2, 2013
• ISBN: 9781300899723

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Part 1, CHAPTER ONE – THE CHANCES TAKEN WITH GODS

In the earliest uprising of humans upon the little blue planet of Earth, it was known to

them by the name of Yaw-teh. In the second uprising, following the great collapse, they called

it by the name of Yaw-Whey. The collective mind from which the universe thought itself into

existence was called Yehy-Mar by the scant few surviving traditional tribes of evacuees who

would remember the first collapse of the human social tradition. But records were lost and today

not even the few surviving traditional tribes of evacuees who would remember the first collapse of

the human social tradition.

But records were lost and today not even the few families who live

upon the planet from the first attempt have the slightest concept of their back-ground, having

forgotten over the ages and generations what meanings and legends were created to preserve.

Perhaps a dream begins here, typed out on a typewriter. If a person asks you where the

story came from, just tell them it was typed out on a little manual typewriter. That is a certain fact.

The typewriter first printed the words on the paper describing the story. Where the meanings in

the story come from is just subjective speculation and it is very human to tell stories even though

the source of the meaning behind a story is mysterious. It has been written by Dr. Victor Frankle

that meaning is the essence of man, and he got rich for telling his concept. Well, if this were so,

then the SOURCE of meaning is the key to all knowledge. I don't know if you'll see my

comments on this in the story, but if you like to read, then read this for enjoyment.

The mind thought, cosmic winds pooled and energy in the force and polar

charge exploded into matter and polarized particles resulted in the fields of energy

swirls.

"Humans evolved on the planets of the first stars. Knowledge and art further evolved

the cause of life. The balance of nature breathed like an ocean tide. The galaxies pulsed in a

great dance between collapse and growth progressively as the cycle of nature further evolved in

the collective thoughts of living things.

"Legend says that great silent thinkers with awesome mental powers directed energy and

materials to form an instrument. They sent the device on a forty-million-year travel from their

home planets to the star they called Solen in the sector of Hercules. At five billions of years in

their history, this people of the star called Altar achieved the goal of seeding life on the tiny blue

planet of Earth (but they called it Azzrah). Of course the virus-like organisms evolved relatively

quickly into human beings and all of this was completed in a mere four and a half billion years. It

had happened just as the blessing had been given to them by the elders nearer to the center of

the galaxy than themselves. Such is the mysterious way of the Vortex, the Source of the

Universe..

"They sent an energy field to the star of Solen to watch the activities of life there and

they found him adrift upon the open sea... "

He awoke retching in shock. His head bumped against the side of the canoe knocking

him to his senses. Bloodshot blue eyes opened and squinted with tears of fear to see the side of

the small canoe before him.

The smell of his wine-scented vomit sickened him to a grimace and he tried to get up.

He realized that his arms and legs were tightly bound and he could not feel anything in his left

hand at all.

He cried pitifully. A prayer uttered from his febrile foreign tongue, that the Source would

save him from death and redeem him to his people. His mind was clinging, resisting this

disastrous situation.

The oozing pain in his left hand brought him to more immediate concerns. It was blue

and numb beyond the bindings wrapped around his body.

He inched his way along the spear at his side. After an hour and a few cuts, the

spearhead parallel to his feet severed the bindings freeing his ankles. Getting the wrists

unbound by teeth wasn't working. Being able to sit up now, he angled himself forward and

finally freed his arms of their bindings. The hand tingled painfully as the circulation began to

flow again. The ocean rocked the tiny canoe about. The flow of dead blood affected his

consciousness and he fell back into the canoe. One arm swayed in the water as if waving at the

depths of the sea below.

Here me, Source. I want to live! screamed a teenage voice alone in the middle of the

sea. Only Silence answered in the sound of the wind and water swells. There was no land in

sight. There was no one to talk to. There was no way to know which direction he could go to

find land. Somehow, deep inside of him, there was still hope. He found Faith.

Far out at sea in the darkness of another night, a boy from the land of Norhmandkt

looked up intently at the sky. Far off, up there in the stars, there were larger lights moving

through the black fields. The boy prayed to the Source that the lights were a good omen, that

there would be land soon, before he died of exposure, thirst and starvation. His stomach

growled painfully. Still he watched the lights in the sky as they strangely moved here and there,

stopping and sitting for a while, then moving once again. They seemed not to know where they

wanted to sit.

"I'm nobody anymore. Out here alone, far from everyone, with not a soul aware that I

even exist. I've lost my name. I'm no longer Kiriuus. I am no longer the son of Azurus. Yet, I

exist and things are happening around me and I am reacting to them. The Source is still here," he

concluded, nodding wisely.

He fell into a deep sleep, watching those lights in the sky, moving about irrationally

among the lights of the stars. He wondered if grandmother knew he was well, still alive and

hopeful. It hurt so bad to think she might be crying.

Tear-stained eyes gazed at the cloudy sky above him. He raised his hands above his

head and prayed to the Source.

"I release Life to your care, Source of the Universe. I have been touched by the ones

above the sky and they confirmed that You are there. Let something happen soon. Even if it is

death, then at least I no longer am suspended in helplessness."

She called at this point from the corner of his eye. Her black shadow spread jagged

peaks across the horizon between the white veils of sea storm clouds. She answered his prayers

for hope, obedient to the one power of all reality, the Source of the Universe.

He stood up in his canoe on swollen knees and water soaked feet to behold the mystery,

yes -and the majesty of her grace. This was the new land of his life; the place where he would

serve his Source, making a mark upon the course of human history that would never cease to

evolve in its effect.

The sound of the water in his ears shocked him as he fell heads first, into the sea. The

trance of his first gaze at the shores of Azzul was broken and his soul returned to phenomenal

consciousness.

He kicked for the surface and swam to the side of the waterlogged canoe. The soaked

leather of his toga made swimming difficult and he stripped it off.

Waves washed over the tipped canoe drenching his face again and again. The storm was

getting worse. The canoe was about to sink completely. It had become so waterlogged after two

days that it was no longer buoyant. Kiriuus released himself from the last thing that remained of

his previous life. He began to swim in the direction of the shore. A wave washed over him and he

sank below the surface.

The shore so close yet so far. His hope-filled mind pushed to make the shore of the coast

that he knew was there. They used the oldest and most unsafe canoe for ceremonial burials since

the new canoes were needed for more practical things. Hence, his canoe had sunk, leaving him to

drown only a mile from the shore he sought to find.

Sounds echoed through the water. When it hit him, he thought he was about to be

bitten. A large gray conical head rose up through the water, pushing his body to the surface of

the sea. He gasped for air, choking because of water in his throat. The friend in the waters

would not let him drown, and kept pushing him up to breath. He wanted to live. He tried to

breathe.

When they left him to swim alone for shore, thrashing against the waves that promised

to deliver him to land, he gasped at the sight of their gray backfins. The birdlike clicks of their

voices left forever, displaced by the rushing of the waves of shore.

The rain poured down on the sandy beach where he was crawling determinedly to get

safely away from the storm waves. He was about to collapse. A purple mist clouded his vision,

and a numb pressure deafened his hearing. He lay still and unconscious while waves of a mighty

sea-storm crashed angrily upon the beach below.

From the timberline beyond the grassy dunes of the beach, three cavemen gazed in

disbelief. They saw a naked young man swimming ashore from an ocean storm, being escorted

by dolphins as though he was their own!

Erik, go tell Hendrik, our Sage -what we have seen. We remain to watch.

Lief, what has happened? Where does he come from? What is he?

I don't know, shouted Lief in a loud anger. "You are the youngest, so you go back

quickly. Hendrik will know what to do, so stop wasting time."

With a nodding gesture of submission the young Erik set out running silent as a buck

through the oak thickets of the forest. He ran for twelve kilometers to the Shire of Altgardt. He

had to argue with the guards at Hendrik's lodge, telling of the strange event. The guards

thought he was crazy, but Hendrik overheard the story.

Tell me carefully -tell what did thou see?

I saw a pale man swimming to the shore in a sea-storm. I saw no boats.

In the Temple of the Light, Hendrik prayed for guidance. His intuition told him

something was up, something important -but he could not foresee what the man from the sea

spiritually meant for his nation. In his order of knowledge, water symbolized the substance of

thought being both fluid and clear. In his mind as he prayed by the holy light of the candle of

the Altar, he asked for answers.

Is this the Son of Thought -the one who will lead us to the Source?

The Silent Light of the candle flame made no reply but only glistened in perfect

surrender.

Late in the night Hendrik was summoned from the quiet prayer of his temple. The

rolled-up blanket with the stranger was placed before him. He unbound the blanket to see this

person, this unconscious son of the sea.

Blue eye, nodded the old man as he looked at the fellow's face opening an eyelid to

see the eye color. With other people watching, the old man was somewhat self-conscious about

looking at the naked body. He did glimpse enough to see the young man was obviously from

Normandkt. The custom of circumcision was not practiced here in the land of Azzul and the young

man was circumcised.

The old priest named him for the color of his eyes, Aughz. He carefully wrapped the

blanket around the exhausted body. He commanded his medical servants to assist him in healing

the weak survivor. They went off into another room to discuss recommendations and decide what

to suggest.

Boil water and honey, they said, add tea leaves and make wheat mush. As they

further contemplated, they decided that the young man's heart needed inspiration to beat

stronger. And they asked themselves what would put heat into the young man's blood. "Send

for Elsa to come, we need to ask her to help us. It is her time to take a man for her mate and

she is very beautiful."

"Wake the ministerial counsel and tell them we shall hold an emergency meeting in one

hour, Hendrik commanded. I have news for them that will keep them up for days in

excitement!"

The village was rumbling with the news. The prophet had arrived! A miracle had

happened. The Source had sent His messenger!

When Elsa entered the chamber where the healers were praying for Aughz, trying to get

sweet herbal tea into the semi-conscious teenager’s mouth, she was afraid! Hendrik signaled and

she followed him into another room to listen.

Flute in the passageway down the hall, the gentle music was comforting and tried to

sooth Elsa’s fears.

He felt cold. The blisters of sunburn on his shoulders were sensitive. She sighed as he

shivered in pain when she accidentally touched a sunburn sore.

He glazed eyes opened briefly and looked at her face. She had never seen more piercing

blue eyes. She felt like she was with something foreign in race and it scared her. In Azzul all men

had freckles and this one didn’t. In Azzul no man had hair in his armpits and about the loins yet

none upon the face. This man had almost no whiskers on his cheeks and his upper lip and chin

were covered with fine straight hairs not like the coarse beards of Azzul native men.

Elsa giggled at herself. He was getting warmer and she discovered that she liked him.

He was different, but he was nice. She touched his body gently and his hands weakly

responded, touching her.

Marritta, I’ll never leave again, he said. His vision was bleary. She never made a

sound. He accepted warm tea from her and his blood began to return to an electrolytic balance.

He spoke in a language unknown to her but her heart translated the attitude of his

feelings perfectly well.

"Hendrik, what I want to know is how it happened. We all thought the prophecy left by

Gudman at his deathbed were symbolic. We all know the symbolism meant a man of more

mental skill would appear to lead us to a new age, but we didn’t even think of the possibility that a

man would literally swim to our shores from a sea storm escorted by great fish. It is unheard of. It

is not explainable by all we know of the ways of the universe. Who was his mother?

Where is she now? Do bodies just form in sea water? shouted Eige with his stocky little

arms raised above his old gray head in complaint.

Thou and I both know bodies do not just appear out of nowhere, by good Eige, replied

Hendrik using the Thou to sound formal and confident. Hendrik was trying hard to control all

conjecture. He didn’t want political troubles between the mainland and the Azzul people to come

crashing down on the life of this unfortunate young man who somehow survived the impossible.

"But I tell you truly that our Source can do anything – anything even without regard to the

fact that men can see nowise that it is possible in reality."

Do I need to tell you, shouted Hendrik sharply, "that stranger – aye, and more fantastic

things have happened in the history of Azzul!"

"Then we shall pray for this ‘Son of Thought’. We shall pray for his healing, and give

thanks to the Source that somehow we are blessed with the presence of Gudman’s prophet,"

proclaimed Eige in his usual air of finality. "We shall teach him our language and learn what the

Source has delivered him to our land to tell us."

Yes my friend, smiled Hendrik persuasively, "and we shall be witness to a new Age.

The Age of Thought shall gain artful prowess with our land if Gudman’s prophet is as was

foretold."

Yes, said Denna, we are agreed. She smiled her wise support as High Priestess.

Let us try to get some sleep now, nodded Eige, "because tomorrow is going to be busy

for us all. No doubt the village will be calling upon us to tell what has occurred. Telling what has

happened will be easy, and explaining how will be impossible!"

Everyone laughed and the meeting place emptied in a few brief moments.

The musician still played his flute into the night air. In their room, they breathed ever

closer, hearts beating in synergy. Aughz was alive. The force of his heart was strong. Love

filled his soul. Her magical warmth and herb tea drew the prophet from the sea to new strength,

renewed power.

Part 1, CHAPTER TWO – SECTION ONE – VOICE OF THE CLAY

Allon Tri-color code adapted for English.

To speak in hand-sign-language in this language (Azzureakand) your thumb

represents Blue, index-finger Green and middle-finger represents Red. Invented by

Aughz.

(Research Note: Allonia Azreakandt Language Code concept deducted from study of

Babelonian King Hamurabub tablets mathematically derived out of record to Kubla

Khan's dynasty in the Buddhist Yin/Yang Trigram Octanary base code even as seen

somewhat in the national flag of South Korea.)

A = Apple = \\/

B = Beverage = --\

C = Cookie = --\

D = Do = -//

E = Eat (lunch)= \//

F = Frustrated= \\\

G = Good! = -\\

H = Help = -\/

I = I myself = ///

J = Journey = /\-

K = Kloth(cleaning)= //-

L = Like = \-\

M = Mad = /-/

N = No! (stop) = -\-

O = Outside = \/\

P = Potty = /-\

Q = Quiet = /--

R = Rest = -/-

S = Spiritual = ---

T = Time = /\/

U = You = --/

V = Violins (music) = \\-

W = Water = //\

X = Exit (open door) = -/\

Y = Yes = /\

Z = Zap (On) = \-/

Numbers

* 0 = -\\\

* 1 = -/\\

* 2 = -//\

* 3 = -///

* 4 = --//

* 5 = ---/

* 6 = ----

* 7 = -\--

* 8 = -\\-

* 9 = -/\-

The speculation on the Sumarian tablet

three color triangles bio-informatics code reads like this:

Alanine A= \\/

Arginine R= -/-

Asparagine N= -\-

Aspartic acid D= -//

Asparagine B= /\\

Cysteine C= --\

Glutamine Q= /--

Glutamic acid E= \//

Glutamine Z= \-/

Glycine G= -\\

Histidine H= -\/

Isoleucine I= ///

Leucine L= \-\

Lysine K= //-

Methionine M= /-/

Phenylalanine F= \\\

Proline P= /-\

Serine S= ---

Threonine T= /\/

Thyptophan W= //\

Tyrosine Y= \/-

Valine V= \\with

code modifiers of

terminus X= -/\

and start J= /\and

loop repeating O= \/\

"We shall begin by developing our written language. I urge you to talk with each

other as often as practical. Use your minds. Work with your words and your thoughts to

advance yourselves as much as you can. Nobody here is going to see the day of the

contact, but we must strive for that day or we fail the purpose for which we were born.

"The reality is generally known in two ways: one side is the empirical side in

which our bodies move and our material world has form. The other-side is only known

to us at this level in our growth as the place from which ideas in our minds grow. It is the

place wherefrom all being of consciousness grows. The other side is the place to which a

soul goes upon material death, until it finds another energy-vortex in the material realm that will

suit life once more on this side.

I only tell you what I believe. I invite you to share this belief if you will, said

Aughz. He bowed his head as the tribal singers raised their voices in praise. Almost

none of the general public of the village understood what he said, but the priests did.

They were grinning. They liked what they heard. Aughz’ place in the village was secure

at this point.

Azz (pronounced Oz) was remembered as a prophet who founded the concept

of love that is not contingent upon physical human expression; the founder of the concept

of alliance between men for communal interests. Because of his inspirations and the

change to tribal religion that he caused, Azz was killed two years after his alliance with

Erik.

Erik became the inheritor of the notions of Allon. He preserved the tri-color

language symbol system invented by Azz. Erik never recovered from the shock of the

murder of his friend. He institutionalized the protection of the children of his twin and

formed a tradition of state government around them before his death. There resulted in

this state heavy involvement in the development of mental arts and a policy of secrecy

toward all peoples not born within the families of the state.

The symbol of the priesthood of Allon was the leaf of the oak tree. Over many

thousands of generations of this tribe isolationism prevailed. They were liberal about

civil freedoms yet conservative about their philosophy of mental realism. Knowledge of

real laws and phenomena was the universal improver of human life. Faith in reform

without the necessity of revolution proved to be their doctrine. Many language

revolutions happened over the years as the culture grew, yet some things were very slow

to change.

"People of Allon, I am Virlius (Pronounced Ver-Lee-Us) of the Counsel of the

Most High. We have an issue of the greatest importance to deal with. This issue

threatens the very fiber of our culture and we must show unity in dealing with it.

"Lucius (Lew-cee-Us) of the Counsel of the Most High has said that we have the

technological edge and could bring order to the society of the human world while

expanding our society to literally rule over the others giving us the opportunity to

increase our population. He has opined that we, Allon, are the people who should

somehow have the dominant role in all people’s affairs around the globe. He contends

that we were chosen by the Source to rule the rest. His argument is that it is the purpose

of the intelligent to control the less intelligent. You have heard him speak fine words of

how perfectly the booming population of our people could live by using the inferior races

of the mainland as slaves in bonded servitude, for which they will be given enjoyable

mortal lives?"

"Yes, it sounds good initially doesn’t it? But I suggest to you that we are all

much too easily swayed by his talk of our superiority. After thousands of years of

persecution by the war-like mainland people we are dangerously close to getting bitter.

We must not let our hearts turn bitter. It is not pure consciousness to have such things

inside.

"Lucius does not give many details of what kinds of devices we would have to

use to force the lesser tribes of the mainland to cooperate with his wonderful idea. He

supports using the science and intelligence of our spiritual people to oppress, defeat and

kill human beings! Does that sound to you like the will of God?"