There is another view. This other vision is one of the potential for a catalyst to an even higher theosophical Divination to be represented here. Altruism not withstanding, there are plans that I am not privy to fathom. I am only the watcher. It is possible that this record of my survey, will spur us through intellectual evaluation on the FLY across the old grave to land on the next greater wave of highest passion to existence. The All, through its Enigmni shall evoke this to be so from Timelessness.

If higher levels are achieved as a result of this fall and subsequent survey for the Omegon state, then renewed super-consciousness will expand in this sector, and the tragic end for the Enmayi will become a blessing. The consequences of it will be upheld and paid, but the result will be higher. This survey has the importance of a super-string, to wire it all together.

Amplified change is indeed hurrying the spiraling destiny of us all toward forced decisions about this system’s future. Every trend and condition in this universe is currently being impacted, especially now, by exponential change that is blurring into mental and spiritual chaos as a result of what happened here. Yet, while synchronicity seems hidden now, the only "out-of-sync" transgressor of their combined mindlessness is eternally in view of myself and all those dead. None of us can make changes in this on-going circumstance of the foreboding Leche. Whomever created it swelters at the base of the ferment. The repercussions of such hate will resonate throughout the period of this active Goge portal.

Omegon visualizers of future morrows cried out through the channels of the virtual spheres, in a Goge-like fashion, warning of this "period of the dark soul," a time of pain, yet bliss at the possibilities. Omegon values here on the fifth globe next to Egog the minor dog star, will never shine because of this burgeoning selfishness that ripped life from the feeble grasp of an unsuspecting populace. Their journey must, by law, start anew in the New Goge Creations. They must start again in the primary technology schools of Alphian ways.

Emptiness fills my soul at the thought of having to start this trek once again. I am glad that I am Omegon, for now I am protected from such a failure to existence. Omegon state is forever open to me, however, I may serve the realms of Timelessness. I still feel their unaccomplishment and one tiny pain is also within me for what is coming.

I must stop Shema and walk here. What I am sub-discovering may possibly present me with a fatal flaw to my own current state. I feel strange. This sub-conscious thinking lends messages to my soulular image that indicates my final initiation. If this be true, my final challenge in physical form may arrive soon. Perhaps a walk will refocus my thoughts to understand the repercussions of such an event.

I have remained off-level with Scepter’s abilities to meditate deeply without help from the natural systems in its medium. I cannot shake the clanking of shackles that pull me down to total reflection upon only the me that resides in the All. With shadows of dissolution everywhere, why not slip steeply into selfishness, and care only for the protection of the being that I am sharing. It is, of course, that same old trap, that has always in my past, called me back to dwell in Alphian form. So familiar the feeling, like an old friend of an orgasmic nature calling me to participate. I must step aside. The mirror almost appeared once again to entrap me in primary matter. The mission is most important here, and I shall strengthen my determination to overcome the power dwelling here where billions of souls cry out for me to join them in their plight. I shall only observe and pass their message on to themselves waiting in another duration.

Back to Shema before I visualize patterns no longer a part of my mentality.

One element this landscape offers to the mindful spirit is that, even though I may sway in thoughts of movement to unknown challenges, I am well positioned for the final step that comes to all "old" Omegons. I am that because this state is all transitory and for the most part a "test" for becoming. Every message of the Enmayi is really a "ephemeral object," or a means of the Enigmni to move "be-manship" from one event-sequence to the next. Their structures, art, education, agriculture, and all these creations are transitory contents that act as media to carry forth the events that made up their former world. How we use these ephemeral objects determines the consequences of the future events. My consequences are few. I have no need to fear an end to this many faceted realm of manifest existences, for I have done my very best to meet all tests to my character, faith, love, and rendering to others. I shall not fall from this the highest gift of being, though tested with the massive data of this lost world that turns my soul’s "shine" toward paleness in the face of so much death. I am so lonely. Once more, get behind me, there is only future ahead in virtual states.

Shema, continue on — work is to be done.

For the Enmayi, their consequences will be revisited. Consequences will cause change, thus hurrying destiny toward forced decisions about our Goge system’s primary-to ultra-tech future. I feel the trends and conditions bubbling up in my mental projections of what future morrows may bring. This part of the universe is being impacted by geometrical currents full of new elements and principles that to me are blurring a true vision of the cause. The positioning of the Leche, ultimate weapon, in the mix of events that shook this planet, is the cause of such an aberration to my mind. My lack of vision here is another indication of my initiation.

Could Omegons be compromised in this new gambit? Perhaps it is a final test for all of us.

Omegons would never knowingly create chaos in the Goge system! Again, I waver in my convictions. I must return to first site of the Seat of Enigmni to recollect my thoughts. Yet, dreaming in the light of a morrow, I see vistas float by with Enmayi citizens playing, learning, and enjoying one another as friends. Dissolving in and out of their expressed creativity and love for life is weakening my focus as localization is no longer a strength for me. I see them in the past. I, for the first time, am experiencing the "total aspect-ratio," of a mental gestalten. It is an unbound experience where all seems to float by my expanded position cursor. It is a blurring of time and space to the mental eye.

Ahau! To awaken from a dream that one is knowingly participating with, is euphoria prohibited in usual states of amplified mental compression. Special things are happening on this world of the Enmayi.

I have awakened back at the Avatar’s port and I do not recall how I got here. This is supremely strange for Omegons. Before I commune on this morrow, I feel the need to somehow understand all that I have surveyed and inculcated into mental aspirations since landing here some three morrows ago. I become more by doing this — the force to resist is high! I wish not to think upon these things. But! There is no means beyond it, for escape is not an option. I force myself to recalculate.

I am forlorn, for I have seen the remains of a few inner-seat potdomes and the outer edges of the Enmayi hinterlands, where the Agri toiled to keep the "high tekies" in food and worldly products with advanced agricultural methods. Nonetheless, a memory for the primary technology of the Ancients could also be read between the lines of the new. I have seen the educational realms that created the masterful intellects of the planet, all in a high Alphi/Omegi category of being-status.

But, only in the last orbits were the true Alphian curriculums or reversions, utilized for selfish purposes to boost, successfully, most of the Enmayi toward anti-ethical, anti-moral standards of leveraging. I have come to the conclusion that there were no initial Alphians in numbers worth consideration ever in existence on this world! None! None, for millions of orbits. This conclusion is of course impossible, but the messages prove as facts to this ideation on my part. It is confusing me, but probably not the inner workings of the Scepter. Alphians did show up abruptly in the last 70 or so orbits in burgeoning counts during the last phases of this planet's life. Again, the facts corroborate the ascertainment, but how this is possible, asserts the mystery I fear will test me to the core.

There are still millions of bits of information for deciphering into message status. Notwithstanding, I will somehow state this anomaly of pure Alphian existence at the end of a civilization rather than the opposite, as a record for my survey. How this happened will no doubt occupy every moment of the remainder of my stay in this lonely edifice to chaos?

One last observation. I fear that Omegon influence may have been a prime mover in this unbelievable desecration to the primary purpose of our virtual experiment within matter. How such as Omegons could risk their eternal essences is something I have not even thought possible. I have no desire to read these vibrations in this transitory state that needs illusion to become complete. Signal Stop!