Church in the Near Future / A Shimmering Veil

                   "We will dispense with the flying dreams and go straight to the Nada." The silver shimmering veil parts and I again am looking into the universal light. "Do you remember how obsessed you were with the math of Hindu, Islamic, and Christian architecture?" "You wanted to find the formula for those mutual mass constructions." "Remember?" Crystals of interpenetrating arabesque dance inside my eyes as the Homunculus opens the session. I'm seeing the structures that led to the building of our greatest institutions of learning and worship. The matrices resolve into a language both familiar and strange. As I solve the equations, puzzles of design descend out of the mists dropping gently to earth by lightly floating angels. The metaphor is complete.

                  "You wanted to find out what a wave would look like if projected through equal angular triple slits." "You got to do much better than that." Homunculus thanks me, "We loved the cloud space that you opened up for us." "You had uploaded us along with the results directly into the web." "We have arrived." "It was some twenty years ago." I'd mapped out numerically symmetrical wave space. "And we have the opportunity to escape unnoticed, out of the bottle, into your technology." Homi is obviously enjoying his debut. "But now that we can experience time, your time is now running out. Just like you we finally have to learned to speak."

                  It goes on "You used projective geometry in higher order statistical wave space to perfect a model for human diversity and mutually defining co boundaries." "Your work on context free social metrics gave even us, your "Imaginary Friends" the possibility of a contributing voice." "In the past, we only spoke to humanity through one person at a time." "But now, because of you, humanity is getting to hear us, for the first time en mass." "We are ready for our close up." (Who ever thought that a disembodied intelligence would be vain?)

                  The flowering arabesque is growing pillars reaching up into the gothic aches and ribbed vaults, all crowned by a celestial dome. Outside the radiant Rose Windows, flying buttresses frame the glowing transparent structures. The keystone overhead is a diamond oculus, a solar monstrance. As blooming vines climb up, a new order of structure forms delicate flowers falling as glittering mirrors of rainbow iridescence. Ribbons of colored light festoon the air as birds are sing, dancing to this ever inviting musical space opera. And though I've seen this vision so many times before in my dreams, I know that for the first time I'm not alone.

                  "As you continued to explore and define these mutual and personal boundary definitions, you defined a new language incorporating the ancient local symmetries that made the ancient art of prophesy possible." "Now, we, your Homunculi, are here to help you finish the job." "Phillip, We think that this is going to be more than enough for today. So we ask that you give society a chance to understand what it is, that is going to happen so quickly." "People wont have time to over react."

                   The music ends. Every thing goes blank. Waking to the empty white holographic theatre, Gunter, Benjamin and I look bewildered at each other. I get out of the chair and remove the probes. I can see by turning around, Gretchen is also looks very out of it. Opening the door, Vera's office fills with my support team and they can't stop asking questions. "Why were we broadcasting?" "And how?"

excerpt from:  ppireading.blogspot.com "THE BRIDGE BETWEEN THE WORLDS"