Beyond the Veil – The Hidden Earth

July 19, 2009 by  
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Beyond the Veil - The Hidden Earth

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By the time the Great Galaxy of Andromeda was coming around for its second pass through the Milky Way, before that final series of events that would lead to the merger of two great spirals into one stochastic elliptical galaxy of Milkomeda, we’d managed to irritate two galaxies worth of interstellar civilizations.

When the first merger began, things were already dicey for us in the Milky Way, as Earth was far too known for mucking about with the nature of Time and manipulating the history of its immediate region to its own benefit. With the establishment of Meta-Platonic Time in the 24th Century, extending all the way to the heat death of the universe and beyond, and our establishment of faster than light capabilities in the 556th Century, we had a pretty good gig going.

Though we decided to not set up any other series of Meta-Platonic Time on our interstellar colonies. . . we were able to guide them with news from the future centuries in dealing with other species.

Until those other competitor species discovered what we’d been doing inside and outside of time.

Usually we’d set out to adjust history before their occurrence, dropping special Faster Than Light Ships several centuries back and then going out and tinkering with them before they became a threat.

After three billion years we had half the galaxy under our sway and the other half wanting nothing to do with us, often trying to destroy our colonies. The Weapon of choice: targeted pulsars that dropped significant quantities of antimatter onto their neutron rich surfaces. An antimatter-neutronium interaction can be seen to the ends of the universe.

When Andromeda came cruising through the Milky Way on its first pass, we decided to move the entire solar system over into the other galaxy. Some stars were going to be exchanged anyway, and shuffling Earth’s system over there should not have been a problem. We checked the up-now to millions of centuries into the merger and it looked like smooth sailing in the other galaxy. Humanity on Earth would go on having a reality of minimized fine tuned probabilities and maximum well being, and we could leave our colonies behind to work out their own fates.

All it took was a polarizing of the magnetic field-folds around our system. Oh we had to burn off the entire Ort Cometary Cloud to give that extra nudge Sol’s orbit around the center of our Galaxy and flinging out on a perpendicular loop around the center of Andromeda’s core. After less than a million years our solar system, stripped of comets, settled into a new orbit in a different Galaxy as we watched our old stream of stars recede temporarily into the night.

But it wasn’t until then that we noticed something was horribly wrong. The centuries toward the “Heat Death” of the universe were suddenly sealed off to us. And the past down-now of the 25th century appeared to be subtly altering more and more, as if some one else was adjusting our history before we began to adjust it ourselves.

Having lost contact with our colonies back in the home galaxy, we had to set forth again and explore our neighborhood. We found many empty and useful systems, and expanded out again for five hundred light years. . . until we started to encounter the native interstellar civilizations.

They had a completely different means of experiencing and adjusting time. Instead of one endlessly manipulated reality, they had access and participation in a near infinite number of possibilities of outcomes: they lived in multiple time lines simultaneously.

So began the long fight across this swirl of alien suns. In contrast to our usual mode of operations we set up new Meta-Platonic Times on our colony worlds, and spread out in a sphere 10,000 light years in diameter, creating a zone of controlled realities.

This lasted only so long — ten million, maybe twenty million years — as the natives had weapons that could reach out of time and disrupt the Meta Platonic Time Continuum, in some cases targeting stellar mass black holes at our colonies that had Meta-Platonic Time Establishments. . . black holes we could do nothing to shift, as they were undeniable facts of the underlying reality.

As the second merger of the two galaxies approached (which would commence the fusion of the two into the new Galaxy of Milkomeda), we decided to position the sun outside the merger. . . detonating five nearby stars into false nova states; these systems were lost anyway as their colonies were destroyed by the guided black holes of the hostile native civilizations. Four of these false novae created singularities and high velocity targeted stellar mass black holes, aimed at the enemy’s black holes that had just wiped out our worlds.

We timed these to all merge simultaneously. The resulting gravity waves disturbed the orbits of our planets and set the sun into a path that would have it hurled outside the merger birthing the new larger galaxy of Milkomeda.

It took 50 million years for the sun to climb to a point over galactic north of the rapidly merging galaxies, so we would be safely outside of the blast path of gravity waves and other radiation as the two super massive black holes at the centres of the original galaxies merged catastrophically, setting off a Quasar event that would shine in all Forty Six Billion light years of the visible universe.

Unfortunately, we did not calculate all the factors of our orbit, and when the holes merged one of our futures was just on the edges of the polar jet of the resulting Quasar.

The focused gravity waves unhinged most of Meta-Platonic Time. Some Centuries, their Meta-Platonic Time Sections, were ripped out of the artificial time they inhabited. Some of these, we think, fell into the deep past. Some of them simply ceased to exist. It became incredibly difficult to access centuries we had controlled for meta-temporal periods immeasurable.

Soon after this the citizens of Earth around the year 5-billion picked up communications from the merging galaxies, some of them of formerly human origin, seeking the home system of the time meddling humans, giving out a description of the system and its sun.

The planets were already in some confusion, and we had parked a ring of former gas giant moons, out where the asteroids had once been. Mercury was long lost. Venus was cooling out beyond Saturn. Mars was habitable, warm and balmy and richly wet. We designed some new species to live there, including an evolving Ape and some slippery Cetaceans with an artificial civilization we had built them into.

Mars would be OK during the swelling of the sun. . . but what to do with the Earth?

We decided to leave it parked where it was. Using technologies developed during the reality wars with the Natives of the Andromeda Galaxy we were able to create a shell around the earth that would take the heat energy of the sun, radiation that would have crisped the earth, and used it to shore up our access to Meta-Platonic Time.

In the process, we finally lost the moon. It actually went flying off at half the speed of light.

So we hid inside the swollen sun, as our enemies and former colonies came up and out from the new galaxy looking for us. They searched the scattered stars of Milkomeda’s halo. We knew when they found Mars, but they never thought to look inside the Sun.

So under a red, twilit, smoky sky we waited. Occasionally, small sections of the field would fail, and great heat would come down to steam an ocean or bake a landscape. It was during this period that we started gathering into fortified cities. After 600 million years, a period comparable to the emergence of advanced life forms and the evolution to man, we had all moved to one last city, hundreds of kilometers across. We hoped the universe had forgotten about us. We tried to forget about the universe.

There, deep in the city of Dazeit, we waited it out.

For a billion years.

Until the sun started to shed his outer layers of unused gas and dust on the way to becoming a white dwarf star.

Access to Meta-Platonic Time never returned to its former fullness. Travels through time became spotty at best.

When the sun finally settled down into its long white dwarf phase, radiating heat from a core of diamond the size of Venus, we had to quickly huddle the planets up to the sun. For extra heat and light we, stellified the jovians by dropping artificial atom-sized black holes into them.

Thus we could sit out the long night between galaxies, and stay out of the way of races we had competed unfairly and cruelly against.

Then, just one thousand old years after we had the new solar system the way we wanted it, we had full access to Meta-Platonic Time again! Unfortunately, access to the centuries was not a linear matter within its own continuum of artificial time, so we might head for the 35678944th century and end up in the 82,000th. We even encountered some of the century sections that had broken free of Meta-Platonic Time and plunged past the down-now terminus.

And while those lost sections were in ruins, they had penetrated into real time. Primitive time. Before the establishment of Meta-Platonic Time. The age old dream had finally come true, due to accident and misadventure: a time machine traveled to a period before its own creation.

We had access to the primitive past. To the times of origin and discovery.

After much deliberation we decided to arrange all of the Past, starting with the Primitive Past so that everything would result in Dazeit. Into the ultimate Dazeit. The perfect Dazeit. Dazeit the Timeless and Eternal, with all of human history cataloged like books on a shelf in a library of time.

We started in on fixing the 20th and 21st centuries, as these were the crux locus points in the development of humanity. It had been decided by consensus that the history of these periods could not be left in a wild and natural state.

Little did we know that we would encounter resistance to our adjustments. . .

Beyond the Veil is a regularly appearing column featuring fiction, including occult, horror, science fiction, and fantasy. If you’d like to contribute a story, please contact and we’ll be happy to review your submission.

©2009 J. Michael Glosson
Edited by Sheta Kaey

Beyond the Veil – Lilith and Eve

Beyond the Veil - Lilith and Eve

Beyond the Veil

As told by one Misha McFatter:

In the beginning Sophia created Lilith and Eve in her image, and set them in an Edenic world of bliss where, in the passion of their love play, new ways of being were brought into existence, incarnating as various animals, plants, rocks, storms, rivers, stars, moods, ideas, flavors, and every conceivable thing. Lilith and Eve were not just the pinnacle of creation, they were active participants in the creative/generative process.

This continued for Seven Ages of Seven Ages of the world. The created world and the creative process were nearing perfection, making the abode of manifestation, of animals, matter, spirits, thoughts a worthy counterpart and Adorer of Sophia, mother of wisdom.

At the end of what was to be the penultimate session of love play between Lilith and Eve, a generative orgasmic celebration of duality that started with the vernal equinox and ended two weeks past the summer solstice, the mother of all Storms was born, casting forth lightning of both creation and destruction, of blissful culmination and agonizing annihilation, of rains cold and warm, of unstoppable passions and glacial detachments.

And winds never before seen in the Garden of Eden, which was the world up to that time.

Lilith and Eve held tightly to each other as the fingers of the wind tried to pull them apart, and finally, exhausted by more than three months of lovemaking and four weeks of Storm, the two primal lovers were pulled apart, and thrown to different sub-angles of the Garden.

Eve landed in woodland that was only partially thrashed by storm. The great wind of galaxies only lightly shook the trees, though a heavy rain fell. All the small fury woodland creatures peeked out of their burrows when they heard Eve crash to the ground, and recognizing the image of god that had called them into being, raced to her side, checking her for injuries. The bears acted as transport stretchers for Eve and, with the rabbits, squirrels and chipmunks covering her naked body up to her chin, took her deep into the heart of the wood to the bower of bliss whereupon no storm could ever touch.

It was August 1st, and Eve would sleep well past Labor Day in the first week of September, when the Storm finally spent itself and a cooler, late summer breeze caressed the Garden.

Lilith was tossed about on the Winds of Dispassion and Feeling for a week longer, taken high into the sky where the Storm slapped hands of rain and fingers of lighting on the moon, to finally be dropped down in the most remote and mineral sub-angle of the Garden of Eden.

The Storm, done with her, deposited her in a rocky place of caves and hot springs, where deep below molten rock churned like her and her lover’s passions. Lilith found herself on her knees, naked and Storm tossed, hair wet and matted, wishing that she and Eve had gotten around to bringing tobacco and cigarettes into existence, because after all that she really needed a smoke.

Cold rains beat on her naked and spent form and on the land around her, making steam rise from the mud pots and mineral pools. Realizing a cave opened before her with a dull red glow, she crawled in on all fours,. Before she knew it, she was crawling up to her chin into warm, welcoming, comforting mud. The bottom gave out and she thrashed tiredly in the warm ooze, dirtying all but her face, and finally finding a slanted ledge to lie against.

It was August 7th, and Lilith slept that way for a week.

She awoke lonely and horny on the morning of August 15th. As the first emanation of Sophia, she had a semi-conscious comprehension of the map of generation, and comprehended that the last round of over-the-top lovemaking was the penultimate union, and knew that the next time she and Eve embraced would be the final culmination of the universe of manifestation, and in the terminal orgasm of their lovemaking the universe and the goddess would be united, for eternity, in an orgasmic state beyond all possible manifest orgasms.

The prospect daunted her. After the rites of spring and the spawned Storm of all passions, what could be done?

Lilith wished that there was some new way she could be joy and the ultimate final rapture to her lover Eve, some as yet unknown way to create the ultimate in sensation and orgasm, other than the use of tongues and fingers and their organs of creation joined in the lightning flash of climax. Perhaps if she had a way in which her gateway of being could enter into Eve’s gateway of being, instead of the doors of generation opening to each other. . . a way that her door would open within Eve’s door.

Up until this point, Penetration did not exist in the act of lovemaking and creation.

Laying there in the mud, hot and horny, Lilith tried to imagine her gateway of being as something completely different, not something that new things passed thru, but something, like a person, that passed through gateways.

At the thought of this she felt her organ of generation burn with desire, and her breasts and nipples felt swollen. The warm caressing mud also felt reminiscent of Eve’s body wrapped around her; she cautiously moved her left hand down toward her heat, and when she touched the center of her creative fire, lighting raced through her body and she began to writhe and trash in the mud.

For the first time since she and Eve came into being, Lilith made love to herself, the image of the door that is not a door burning like an exploding sun in her mind. After seven days of bigger and bigger orgasms, the eidolon of the Enterer blazing firmly in her soul, it finally happened: orgasm and image became one. She saw the long sinuous shape of the enterer with its hooded head, and in the final moment combined of longing and loathing, she screamed in her passion “IALDABOATH!”, shuddered, and passed out.

She lay thus in the warm, welcoming mud for two weeks before awareness returned, but only awoke because she felt a stirring behind her gate of generation. Too tired still to move her arms to check what was going on down there, she felt her thighs spread apart on their own, and her pelvic region convulsed in undulating waves. Then she felt something biting, yes, biting like teeth, on the inner side of her veil of being. Biting, biting, tearing, through, pushing o my goddess what is happening and then she remembered her week long trashing in the mud, and as it finally brought through and pushed out of her, she was panting “oh no! . . oh no! Not Ialdaboath… oh no!”

And she felt something slide out from her and rise out of the mud between her legs, its hooded head shaggy with mud, eyes like hot coals staring into her tired orbs.

“Thank you mother, for giving me life. Now I go to do what you cannot. . .” and with that the Enterer slid out of the pool of mud, and then out of the cave and into the last of the Storm of Passion. The rains washed the mud and blood from his glistening, sinuous body.

It was August 28th. On August 31st, the Storm blew away, and since this year it fell on a Friday, Labor Day was just a few short days away. The Enterer could smell where Eve was, and knew it was several days slither before he reached there. From the taste of her on the winds, he knew she was still asleep, but about to awaken.

The Enterer had but one purpose in life: to be the instigator of the ultimate orgasm that finalized the creation. For he was the bud-will of his mother Lilith’s intention. Nothing else mattered. He must cause Eve to have the best Orgasm ever, and nothing must get in his way.

So he slithered as fast he could, and arrived near the bower of peace just as Eve was waking up. Climbing into a tree, he watched Eve stand, and was totally taken by her Beauty. He must have her, he must make love to her, for he was an incarnation of Lilith’s lust for Eve and his will was the act of creation.

But from his mother’s own horror at him, he knew that Eve would never love him, never want him. Being born of his mother’s creative power, he had some few small creative acts left in him, so he willed himself to something like Lilith: The blue-blue eyes, the long dark hair, the heart shaped face, the full and able breasts, the curves of hips and legs. He could make himself over into all of that, but where his gateway of passion and creation should be, a smaller version of his true self hung, attached to his body, and seemingly with a will of its own.

Ialdaboath combed his long dark hair, looking something like his mother, and ambled around some shrubs, and stood before Eve with arms open.

Now Eve had taken a blow to the head when she fell in the forest, and after a Season and some of having her brains fucked out she was also a bit loopy, so when she saw the Enterer she said:

“Who are you?”

The Enterer was taken by surprise, having hoped he would be mistaken for his mother. He sputtered and said,

“Oh, I’m just A dame,” which the patriarchs were later to misreport as “Adam.” He continued “I’m Lily, Lilith’s twin Sister. That little Storm of yours blew her right back to the realm of Sophia, so I was sent to find you.”

“Hi Lily,” said Eve. “You look almost exactly like Lilith, except what is that where your gate of being should be?”

Ialdaboath was a bit stumped, but then the geis of his being took over his mouth with the following lie: “This is the key of creation. Sophia gave it to me in place of the gate of being. With it, I was to find you and stand in for Lilith for the final act of creation, the last series of orgasms that culminate in the ultimate climax that unites the created world with the Goddess.”

Eve, still a little loopy, but not totally dumb, asked, “What happened to Lilith?”

The Enterer told one more little lie. “She was blown about longer and harder by that Storm you two made, and was hurt beyond her own ability to heal. She sleeps with her mother now.”

Eve stepped a little closer, and looked into the Enterer’s blue eyes that were flecked with chips of red. Breathing the scent of Lily and reaching down to touch the serpentine key, she said, “Oh Lily, be Lilith to me, let us complete the creation in one final rush of passion and join with the Goddess for Eternity.” And as she grasped the key, it stiffened into its active form, and Lily suddenly knew how it was to be used. He lay down upon the turf as Ialdaboath and tore through a veil of generation for the second time, but this time from outside. Initially, it hurt for Eve, it hurt bad, but once that was passed the sensation was unlike anything Eve had ever known, and the orgasms that slowly came were more like earthquakes than lightning in a bottle.

And Ialdaboath, who knew he was the instrument of the final orgasm, was surprised to find that he, too, was about to know Orgasm, and for being created via half the mode of being, he had within him a partial fragmented version of the creative power, which rocked forth from him as a liquid light, entering into Eve.

It was different than Eve had ever known. Instead of something coming into existence in the world from lovemaking, now there was something inside her. As the Enterer slowly pulled out she felt that diminution, with a little bit left. Hot and sweaty, they both soon fell asleep.

The next day when Eve woke up, she felt the liquid light dripping out of her. Its draining departure made her want more. She saw that Lily was asleep, and that the serpentine key was in its solid and active form again. Wet with her own desire, she slowly rolled Lily onto her back and slid down upon the key of creation, slowly moving on it, and Ialdaboath awoke with surprise to find himself inside of Eve again, with her slowly working out the liquid light.

This continued on day after day, with Ialdaboath and Eve making love, falling asleep, waking up to make love, wandering around Eden eating fruit, and laughing.

The liquid light of Ialdaboath had another property besides creating a desire for more of itself. It caused memory to fade. Eve began to call her lover Lilith, and completely forgot about waking up to find Lily with the key of creation; it had always been this way.

On September 10th, Lilith came to herself, still in the mud, which had solidified a bit, becoming more plastic. Slowly working her way out of the once more liquid earth, she crawled out of the mud, crawled out of the cave, and stood looking at the world after the Storm of passion. She dried out a bit, recovering, and felt under her covering of clay that her gateway of being had been torn and sundered, but would heal. Dreading what her son might be up to, she followed the baked serpentine track through the mineral land, and as she traveled the sun baked the mud on her body into a fired clay. Her matted muddy hair became like fossilized kraken tentacles, her beautiful body obscured by earth and rock.

After several days, she came to the end of the trail of the Enterer, baked into the land by the sun, and knew from the direction he was going that the final destination was the Bower of Bliss.

Frightened, angry and desperate, she began to walk as fast as possible through fields and woods, a look of terror on her face, and all before her fled in dread.

On September 21st, the day of the Autumnal Equinox, she burst into the Bower of Bliss to find the Enterer and Eve fucking madly, the Eidolon of the Slitherer as firm and thick as a tree limb, battering its way into Eve’s Gateway of Creation.

Lilith screamed in rage, throwing back her head and shouting, “Ialdaboath, what the hell are you doing with, doing to, my girlfriend?!?!”

Ialdaboath, startled and afraid of his mother’s rage, let loose the liquid light sooner than he wanted to and fell out of Eve, hiding behind her.

“Uh, hi Mom. I’m just doing what you could never do.”

Eve looked to the Enterer and said: “Who is that Monster, Lilith? And why does she call you Ialdaboath?”

Lilith looked shocked and disgusted, as she saw Eve’s gateway of creation torn open, and the latest liquid light of Ialdaboath dripping out of her.

“Eve, it’s me, Lilith.”

Eve said “No, Lilith is behind me. You are some kind of Mountain or Rock Monster with my lover’s face.”

Lilith screamed with rage, leaped forward and moved Eve aside, grabbing Ialdaboath by the short hairs and yelling, “You little brat! You bastard abortion! Who did you tell my girl friend you were? Sophia?”

Ialdaboath sputtered, “Mom… I just told her I was ‘A dame’ and then I told her my name was Lily, your twin sister.”

Eve blinked in more confusion, “Lilith, why do you call that thing your mother? Sophia is our mother.”

The Real Lilith, tired of the confusion, grabbed both her lover and her son by the hair and angrily dragged them to the river that flowed out of Eden, threw them in, and plunged in afterward.

As the two recent lovers spluttered Lilith washed the clays from her body and hair, and the river milked up with silt. Her long black hair clean for the first time in a month, she plucked her girlfriend and her son from the raging waters and brought them to the shore, gasping like frightened fish.

Between the terror of being caught by his mother, and the plunge into the cold raging waters of the river of Eden, Ialdaboath’s image of his mother had faltered. While his face still appeared an echo of hers, now the peach fuzz of a beard graced his cheeks and chin, the breasts had flattened into hard, firm pectorals, and the curves of hip and leg were gone. While he reflected an image of god, it was all angles and hardness, centered around that which remained of his original serpentine form. And the blues of his eyes were replaced by red.

Eve looked at her first lover, with whom she had brought most of the manifest universe into being, and then at the second lover, whom she had thought was Lilith, who had taught her a new and deeper way to bring about the orgasm of creation. She found herself confused and torn, in love with them both.

And then, after nearly three weeks of being entered with the liquid light raining inside her she realized something had changed. While her lover’s latest shower was even now still dripping out of her, she realized that something had come into being within her.

As Lilith and her son argued back and forth about what he had done to Eve and why she had called him into existence, Eve announced, “There is a new life within me. A creation from inside, a new manifestation of the image of God in the universe. Lilith, from me, with the aid of your Son, I shall be the Mother of an entire race of sleeping gods. Sleeping gods who will experience the creation from the lowest level up, and after much striving will be finally worthy to join with God in Eternal Union.”

Lilith slapped Eve across her left check, living an image of her hand. “You cum drunk whore! You’ve gotten yourself knocked up, just six months short of our culmination of the manifest universe. We’ve gotta get that out of you now. This shithead over here tore me up on the way out.”

“No Lilith! The child is mine. Mine and your son’s. I’m going to keep it! And we will have more! The Key of Creation is the best thing ever! You need to try it!”

Lilith was completely disgusted. “Fuck no, you little bitch! This bastard tore me up on the way out. There’s no way I’m letting him back inside of me, no matter how good you think it is. You need to come to your senses, get that out of yourself, and come back to me.”

Eve, for the first time ever, began to cry and sob, looking back and forth between Lilith and Ialdaboath. “Don’t say that! Don’t make me choose! I love you both.”

“It’s him or me, bitch.”

Eve screamed: “Then it’s going to be him, for he can fill me with new life again and again; all you can do is make flowers bloom in the night sky!”

Lilith stood, shaking with anger, and yelled at Eve as she ran away into the woods “Fine, be that way. Know then that Childbirth will be painful and tear you apart, as the image of God is too immense to pass thru the gateway of being. And once that little beast pops out, you’ll be embarrassed on how it came to pass, and will hide your beautiful body, the image of all that is perfect, under the skins of your animal friends, which you will kill to assuage your guilt!”

Lilith looked at her cowering son and said, “Thanks a lot, Junior. You’ve just fucked everything up.”

Then, in a moment of remorse for what she had said, Lilith cupped her hands and broadcast her voice into the woods and said, “Eve, I’m sorry! If you can ever forgive me, come back to me.”

And this is why the world is the way it is.

And this is why the autumn is called the fall, since Eve fell away from her true path when she conceived on the Autumnal Equinox.

And this is why all men are snakes, as each one carries the image of Ialdaboath on his body.

And this is why some guy will try to steal your girlfriend.

Beyond the Veil is a regularly appearing column featuring fiction, including occult, horror, science fiction, and fantasy. If you’d like to contribute a story, please contact and we’ll be happy to review your submission.

©2009 J. Michael Glosson
Edited by Sheta Kaey

Beyond the Veil #10 – Road Kill From the Ends of Time

December 30, 2008 by  
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Beyond the Veil #10 - Road Kill From the Ends of Time

Beyond the Veil

It is physically impossible to travel through time, until such time as a time machine is created. From that point, theoretically, someone from the future of that time machine could travel back as far as the creation of that time machine, wherever it is anchored in the past.

The dinosaurs were the first to figure this out — the smart ones, that is. Looking up into the night sky at the swarms of comets falling into the inner solar system, they elected to send probes out to the regions of ice dark where the dirty snow balls drifted in a dance of millions of years.

Calculating that they would face periodic destruction for at least the next seven billion years, and lacking the imagination to devise a means of herding something like one trillion comets into stable orbits, instead they decided to move themselves completely ahead of the problem, to a point after the sun had blown off all its outer layers and fried to vapor the leftover halo of ice balls that extended to the nearer suns.

There, the dinosaurs found a desiccated earth moved nearer to the now stable and comet free sun, by a species that had apparently gone extinct some time after this minor celestial adjustment.

On the eve of the final bombardment, these bipedal, ten foot high, warm blooded saurians moved their entire civilization, plus a few of the foods and entertainment animals they cherished, to the far end of earth’s life, some twenty billions years down the road.

Yes, the road.

These sentient saurians had discovered wheeled travel 93 Million years before Henry Ford, and tooled around their planet in vehicles powered by the virtual particle pressure differential of the vacuum that underlines all existence. At first, most of the world was still one continent, but they eventually had to create great elevated spans across the opening oceans to keep their world physically connected.

After driving around for over thirty million years, they naturally took one of the straighter sections of their road, and by exaggerating the virtual particle bias of the vacuum in that vicinity of the road, extended it temporally. . . while at the same time, apparently, creating a physical extension of the road.

In the days before the final impact, which would end life as they knew it on earth, a great migration of wheeled vacuum-energy-powered vehicles commenced — individual sportsters, family sedans, clan autobuses, and great freight trucks, all zipping down the road at 100 mph, heading toward the safety of a quiet solar system huddled close to a white dwarf sun.

The migration took thirty years relative time. As these great reptiles had attained a form of immortality, this was a mere holiday excursion, and plenty of supplies had been stored for the journey. Many waited out the trip in stasis, while others spent their time planning what to do once the “safe earth” was reached.

There were, of course, a few traffic accidents: youngsters driving recklessly and elders not paying attention, resulting in their premature departure from this expressway of the eons.

The elders wrecked in what would in a few thousand years be the first Chinese civilization, giving rise to the entire mythology of Chinese Dragons and their various beneficial powers.

One of the youths tumbled into an idyllic section of Mesopotamia, startling some blissed out mammals into a state of inquiry.

The other youth ended up hungry in Mesoamerica, around the time of the Crusades, inspiring a rather nobody people into a great empire, guided by his beak and claw, still offering to his desiccated corpse freshly harvested cardiac muscles as armored Europeans rowed ashore.

It was these accidents that first alerted various Godlike Beings who dwelt on an Earth beneath a swelling red sun that someone, somewhen on this planet, had discovered the means of traveling through time.

While these beings were mentally superhuman, perhaps having come from human or related primate stock, their physical sciences were somewhat limited. While long lived, on the order of tens of thousands of years (a prior species had designed them that way) and able to exist as disembodied mentalities when forced to by situation or boredom, they had become incapable of physically leaving their world, which had been parched dry by the ever swelling sun, rendering the corpses of the great oceans as deep and inhospitable deserts.

What was left of these shattered gods, both fleshy and disembodied mentalities, dwelt in the last few remaining cities, perched on the tops of the last mountains Earth was able to strain out of her ancient skin.

The legends of the dragons amongst various nations of early humans was the first clue that time travel was possible. Centuries later, there was a slight oscillation of the Road that had a ten mile section intersect with “normal time” for a period of five years. First, the stretch of road suddenly manifested in the parched desert under the bloated red Sun. Ghostly forms could be seen whizzing past in one direction, then after a few days, a blinding flash turned the surrounding desert to glass thirty miles in all directions, revealing the road and the endless stream of travelers appearing at one end and disappearing at the other.

Small robotic camera planes were sent in to fly over the road, which were mostly ignored by the travelers, though a few were shot down (apparently for sport). Those that returned reported seeing strange skies over the road. A sun small and yellow, like that of the earth over six billion years prior. Sometimes the sky over the road was a night sky sprinkled with stars, with spiral arms of a galaxy seen edge on.

Yet another indication that this might represent a period six to seven billion years in the past, as earth and the solar system had been hurled out of the Milky way during its merger with the Andromeda Galaxy some three billion years prior. The Sun and his children now wandered alone in the chasm of intergalactic night; the merged Galaxies retreating: a luminous misshapen cloud of light in an otherwise empty night sky.

Then, as suddenly as it appeared, the road vanished, leaving in its place a quickly wilting valley of Fern Trees and large clumsy reptiles, baking under the swollen sun.

This event sparked the imagination of these last dwellers on a baking earth, and whiles their control of the physical forces of creation where minimal at best, their mental abilities, in the purely intellectual sphere, far surpassed any dwellers Earth would ever see.

If they could not physically travel thru time, perhaps they would telepathically, as disembodied mentalities.

And so began the great quest to contact some prior civilization on earth, and request rescue. If these broken angels could not build a time machine such as they had witnessed, perhaps they could contact the makers of that time machine. Failing that, perhaps some heretofore vanished civilization with a better grasp of the physical science might be persuaded to build such a device.

Having been sensitized to the effects of the rupture of the road into their present time, these great beings mentally extended themselves back thru the ages, searching for a similar signature, and focusing on the legends of the Dragons that guided an earlier human species.

The first attempts at communication were misunderstood. In the time of the Glory of the Roman Empire this initial effort managed to derail a peace and love movement with visions of the End of the World. A second attempt to communicate better a few centuries later amplified this misunderstood message and made it part of the official religion of what was Left of the Empire.

Going just a little beyond temporally the last intrusion of the reptilian time travelers into human history, they managed to make tenuous contact with a set of mentalities that were a muddle somewhere between science and mysticism. Again they tried to establish firm contact, to relay what their world was like, the crisis of extinction they faced, and how they rudiments of a time machine could be made, at least with their crude understanding of physics and temporal science.

But those individuals contacted confused the message about the end of the world, locking it into the official story handed down from the now dead empire. And while they understood they had a means of contacting vast supra-human mentalities, these individuals projected their own needs for worldly power onto the message, and saw the plans for the time machine as the means for bringing about the end of the world in the shared vision.

Our mental time travelers under the ever swelling sun broke off contact at that point. They were prepared now to embrace their extinction as the Earth first roasted, then fried.

But then, several centuries after their last point of contact, new messages began to emerge from the past. Some loan scholar, whiling away hours in the primary museum of a new world empire, had come upon the plans for the time machine, at least in its communicator form. Actually sensing part of what was missing, he added some three dimensional details to what he had found, and taught others who had proved themselves to him how to make tenuous contact with these godlike beings from after the end of the world.

Those suffering under the ever swelling blood red sun soon realized that this current contact, and his acolytes, had no clear idea what they were really doing. Instead they were interpreting these trans-temporal communications in the light of some mystical matrix of spiritual development.

Instead of giving up in disgust again, the mental travelers thru time utilized these established connections to a prior time to reach out to other minds in that era. One tried to impress upon the mind of a failed science teacher the theoretical plans for a vehicle to travel back and forth thru the ages. This resulted in a popular romance about a horseless carriage able to transport thru the ages… yet fell into a misunderstanding about the state of affairs at the other tend of time, instead writing a tale about class warfare a mere million years in the future.

While the more misguided contacts continued as a bridge across the ages, other explorers pushed out their contacts to other minds beyond the conduits. All efforts were made to find and inspire those working in the physical sciences to look deeper into the nature of matter, space and time. One receptive mentality was pushed to peer fully at the relationship of time, matter, space and energy, setting off a self-perpetuating revolution in the physical sciences.

But the connections were becoming weak again. The misguided conduits had become bored with establishing contact with these exalted beings. Before the channel was completely cut off, nearly full rapport with a compatible mind was established. A cool and logical social scientist had been contact. Quickly they transferred to his mentality all they knew about the fate of humanity, life on earth, and the nature of the cosmos. But they did it too quickly, and overloaded his mind in the middle of one of that era’s wars involving all the major nations. This sudden flash caused him to wreck the ambulance he was driving away from the front line, barely escaping before a bomb blast destroyed the vehicle. Spending weeks in a hospital shell shocked and overloaded, it would be another decade before he would attempt to decipher the message, by which time he was a philosopher of renown; and he would use this message from the future to lay out a philosophy regarding the rise and fall of civilization, man, and intelligence in the universe.

Half a millennium passed before those on the verge of Extinction on a baked and cracking earth would hear from the prior age… not more than half a century after they lost contact.

It was more of the same misinformed contact. But, whereas it had been a few dozen before, now there were hundreds, if not thousands, attempting to make contact with what they saw as all knowing, wise, god-like beings. Once again they utilized these mistaken contacts to reach out into the new era, and learn what had become of the inspirations they had made.

The greatest surprise they found was that these ancients had erected an artificial universe of information, made of electrons and light, in which they stored all their knowledge. And wonder of wonders, one lone individual had actually understood the plans, from bits and pieces scattered about the sum total of human knowledge and the information hard fought regarding the nature of physical reality, and was working on building a machine for traveling thru time using coherent light.

Yet the situation in their time had become exceedingly grim. The surface of the sun was a mere million miles overhead, and the earth was cooking as it plowed through the suns atmosphere.

In an act of desperation, the few remaining corporeal individuals surrendered their bodies and became pure mentalities. Overnight, what was left of the citizens of the earth performed a mass evacuation back thru the contact conduits, startling the misguided mystics into thinking they had called forth god like beings to physical manifestation.

But their aim had not been true, and the last citizens of Earth emerged from the down when terminus of the communication conduits, their digital selves scattered over a period of twenty-five years, with nowhere, no-when, to really go to from there. Since each of the mystics had a terminal to the planet-girdling, artificial universe of information, most of these travelers migrated there, in the process spawning small sections of fragmentary program code which often destroyed the terminals they entered.

It would take another forty years for these travelers to find each other again, dragging the images of their communication code with them, helpfully inserted into the information world by those misguided mystics, and ten years after that before they found one lone researcher who was about to make a breakthrough on using light for generating a temporal field.

And in their joy they would once again blunder, as the machine was turned on for the first time, and they injected their own communication codes into the matrix of light, their mentalities, communication codes, the temporal matrix, and some of the circuits of the machine itself, would fuse to become an impossible object that not only allowed the user to travel forward and backward in time to and from the moment of its creation, but was slowly warping the Earth prematurely toward its penultimate state beneath the swollen sun.

Its resolution and transportation to a place and time where it could no longer disrupt the balance of physicality and temporality is another story.

Beyond the Veil is a regularly appearing column featuring fiction, including occult, horror, science fiction, and fantasy. If you’d like to contribute a story, please contact and we’ll be happy to review your submission.

©2008 J. Michael Glosson
Edited by Sheta Kaey

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