Imagine focusing for a few seconds and transporting yourself instantly to your destination. Kind of like a mental transporter without having to stand in that spotlight on the transporter deck of the Enterprise.
And no danger of materializing unexpectedly in an inconvenient locale…or failing to re-materialize.
I can’t wait. Those of us who believe such things are coming in the relatively near future are probably agog with anticipation. And even humans not consciously aware of our imminent Star Trek future must be feeling something is astir in our realm of Earth.
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One reason I don’t believe humanity should immediately be deluged with such potentialities is that, frankly, we need some time to recover from years of being lied to about our world and ourselves. I believe that necessary breathing space has been achieved with the Trump team win of the presidency of the Republic of the United States.
I don’t think humans do well with absorbing startling information or experiencing new realities when we are weary or ill or traumatized. Also, while the Trump win feels like a done deal to me, the legal transition of power is still to come. It seems unlikely the Biden administration, ostensibly still in charge, would release extraterrestrial-origin goodies the government has squirreled away over the years, no matter the pressure put upon them.
There are a couple of areas, though, where I think immediate release of technologies not sequestered by the government could save lives and significantly help people in dire need. Such devices could believably be introduced by people like Elon Musk as “new innovations” (why confuse people by saying they’re from outer space?). Why not provide long-term emergency power sources in North Carolina and other disaster-stricken areas? Why not make med beds available to the seriously ill?
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It’s hard to explain the differentness I’m feeling. There is something in the air. There was something in the air for the last several years, too, but that was tainted with dread, whiffs of sulfur and less savory stenches permeating the etheric atmosphere like the decades-long stink of secondhand smoke you can’t eradicate from old plaster walls.
It occurs to me we’re coming out on the other side of a long, slow-motion disintegration that very nearly took us down. We need not just breathing space, but splints and gauze wrappings and a few sutures here and there. I feel we’re in need of triage as a species, and in medical triage, they leave plastic surgery and other niceties for later. First, they stop the bleeding, restart the heart, set bones, remove bullets. Whatever needs doing to keep the patient alive gets done.
So our instant-mental-transporter gene will likely remain dormant for awhile longer. We might not hop into 5D or even fully into 4D as quickly as we’d like. There are many 3D wounds that need addressing; much of humanity is crying out for physical, mental, and emotional triage, not to mention the economic wherewithal and freedom from medical dictatorship to take better care of ourselves and our families.
I see the Trump team as the spearhead of the triage required in America. We will be assisted and comforted, rather than squashed, mandated to, belittled, and sidelined in favor of an agenda completely unrelated to the prosperity and health of the USA.
And once our wounds are tended to (perhaps by the expedited release of the med beds), the dreaming can begin. While we’re recuperating, while powerful people in our government are, for once, working for us rather than against us, we may catch glimpses of our Star Trek future, and begin mapping journeys to destinations we’re not even aware of yet.