Jack continuing mentally to share his story. The first thing I had to do after the lights went out was figure out what happened. Where or what was this place. Taking a personal inventory found that I could still think, but nothing else was familiar or even similar to anything normal. It was like being a baby all over again. (He paused as if to let me grasp the concept.) I had to learn how to interact with these new surroundings. By learning how to interact with this strange environment, helped to develop of some understanding of what was what. The best way to describe the experience I learned later. Is to imagine looking at everything, through heat waves out on the horizon. While at the same time being close enough to reach out and touch them. Everything seemed to be waveforms, or bodies of resonance. Some of which were very complex. (Jack sensed that I was paying strict attention his dialogue so he continued with a forthright fervor.) I found that I was in a non-corporeal form, one that corporal beings can not see, and maybe even intra- dimensional. The only way that a corporal being could sense me was for me to become a part of him or her. That interacting with the fields, they are composed of makes the connection between here and there. By being a waveform could only with a great deal of effort, influence small physical things in this realm. �Realm, What do you mean by realm?� He answering my question with a question replied �realm, dimension, call it whatever. I am here same as you are but, not in the same form as you, are do you understand?� Not wanting to appear stupid said �Kind of�, feeling that I didn�t have a clue. He went on with. As I now understand it a resonance is physical thing; it acts like a soliton in that it has persistence. The reason that it has persistence is. The density of the medium, which it is being propagated in, determines the propagation rate of energy. And if the density of the medium is altered then the propagation rate is altered. This change in energy density I call an energy density gradient. If the energy density gradient is high in relation to the wavelength it establishes a barrier to the propagation of the wave. By causing a frequency shift in the resonant frequency as it is propagated away from center. This shifted resonance acts like a wall, reflecting the original frequency back upon it�s self. This gives energy the appearance of solidity. To technical, Ok, then. Look at it this way, I sense waveforms and complexes of waveforms. Resonant waveforms are physical. If a complex resonant waveform contains other resonance's and complex waveforms indicates a life form. Then by backing off and taking a broader perspective. They take on a pattern. Which through experience can be interpreted as to what or who they are. If it�s a wave or a complex of non-resonant waveforms it�s non-physical or energy. �Before you start, tell me what happened, how did you get there, or better yet here?� �Here let me tell my story and hopefully you will develop a better understanding.� I was out in the lab revamping the device to make more electricity than it was using. I had tried this several times before, with little success. Supposedly wasting my time playing around with this concept, or so I�ve been told. But to me it was fun and don�t most inventions happen by accident anyway? You know the old adage; �hope lives eternal.� I individually added variable capacitors, parallel to each of the tunable coils. Put in a feedback loop to balance the inductance and capacitance for each loop. Making each loop a variable frequency electronic tank circuit. With that, I almost succeeded in obtaining break even. But this time added a feedback system that brought all 8 loops to the same resonance, at the same time. This allowed me to vary the resonance of the whole system , all together, while maintaining a balanced resonance between the loops. With this accomplished, started the system at a very low r.p.m. Checking the input and output at each step. Making each step as small as possible, this came out to about 1/8th r.p.m. Plotting each step, after a couple of hours. A pattern emerged, at every 17 1/8 r.p.m. The output current would increase dramatically. I attributed this to a harmonic resonance. The question was harmonic resonance of what. While there were large jumps in the output current, the input current continued to increase in even increments. It was approaching one of the harmonic resonance points. When all of the sudden the output meter pegged and the lights went out. One second I was watching the output meter and in the next I was standing next to the motor generator and we were in an ever -deepening asymptotic cone. And it was growwing deeper every second. I reached out to shut it down. At which point I must have blacked out. Just before blacking out, remember hearing "whoosh". The next thing that I remember is thinking, Damn! Must have tripped the breaker. Tried turning, to reset the breaker, but couldn�t see it. At the same time tried walking over to the panel. When I realized that nothing was happening, that something was definitely wrong. The hair on the back of my neck started to stand up. Thought, Ok, don�t panic. This feel�s really strange, there is no pain, don�t hurt anywhere, as a matter of fact, don't feel much of anything. Then began to question, am I dead or what? Sat back metamorphicly speaking, to take stock of the situation. Can�t see much, it�s dark. Tried to smell something, anything, no smell. Tried to reached out and touch something, can�t feel anything. Thought of the old adage, I think therefore I am which at this point was some conciliation. Tried to call for help but nothing came out or was it that I could not hear. Then began thinking about things like. Would you feel fear after death? In life yes fear is a part, but after death? Yes, fear of the unknown if you were still cognizant. The question still was, am I dead or what? Avoided the issue of am I dead, by focusing on the, or what. Began to concentrate on making the unknown known, hoping to eliminate some of the fear that I felt. Dimly at first, but as I concentrated or focused on where I was. It began to feel, as if there was something out there. Tried looking again still couldn�t see anything. So I began to wonder about what was out there, focusing on sensing it. Kind of like seeing with your eyes closed. Focused concentration seemed to be the only way to sense anything. At first it was dim, but the longer I tried the clearer it became. At first it was barely visible. Then things slowly began to take shapes and develop colors but none of this yet made any sense. Nothing was solid and everything was in motion. Still nothing was familiar. Some of these shapes moved faster than others did. Some were larger than others were. It seemed like a lot of action was going on out there, but what? For a few moments, stopping to think. While thinking everything started crowding in, calling for attention, pulling in what felt like a thousand directions at the same time. A feeling of drowning in an ocean of other identities overwhelmed my senses. With the feeling, of loosing of my identity made further thought impossible. This created panic for a little while, I just lost it. The panic seemed to drive everything away, leaving emptiness. Which was far worse than the loss of identity. This caused the panic to escalate, which made everything retreat even further. This was creating more emptiness and it was getting worse by the second. Eventually the realization that I was alone became apparent. Panic began to be replaced by loneliness, fear and sadness, in that order. This brought forth reason, which seemed to take forever but eventually it came to pass. It could have been seconds, or hours, for there was no way to measure time. Getting a grip on myself, it dawned on me that the panic was what drove everything away. I was alone and there wasn�t anything to panic over. What was there to fear? I tried not to dwell on that. Finding that with concentration the other identities could be screened out. Ok with that accomplished began reviewing what happened. I was in the lab working with the new balancer when the lights dimmed and it felt like I was falling. This part is still confusing. There was kind of it looked like, wait, no, kind of like, a tornado, looking from the inside out. The tornado was inside of a whirlpool that was getting deeper by the second. At the same time a, �whoosh� like sound and then nothing, not dark, not light, anything. There was no sense of feeling, or touch, or smell and no sight. Then there was a "Fffft" like the sound of air coming back. There was a blinding blue light. Then it goes dark and sensibilities return, I can�t move. While contemplating what happened began to sense something. There were these things. Wait! Listen, something out there is moving. That doesn�t make any sense, considering that I can�t hear. Resting there, realization begins to dawn. I�m not really hearing things. It�s more like what I am sensing, is being interpreted as hearing. Try to move, don�t seem to be able to. Can�t touch anything. Began to question, what am I resting on, what�s holding me? Can�t tell what it is. Why can�t I see? While searching for answers to these questions. I sense something making noise, or seemed like noise. First it gets closer and then moves away. It does this for a while, then stops. Don�t know if trying to make a sound is a good idea or not. There is a feeling, maybe not, but it seems like a feeling, of more. Can�t identify it. Then it gets still, while waiting and listening. Decided to make some noise. What was produced felt like a sound or seamed like a sound. No, it was more like; the sound could be sensed. As a matter of fact there was no information coming through the normal five senses. Any information that was perceived seemed to be gathered through concentration, on sensing or feeling. Mulling over this information. Came to the conclusion that any change was subject to internal interpretation. Focusing my concentration on sensing what was being felt. I tried feeling for, what was out there and something was. Many feelings flooded my senses. In the process of sorting out these feelings discovered that there were five types. And each type was associated with one of the normal five senses. Using this newfound information. Tried to see what was out there. Eureka! Seen several nebulous things moving around, and it looked like they were connected together some of the time. Fascinated by this and continuing to sense or (watch) seemed to be the operative. These things were generally spherical. When three or more of them were interacting at the same time. They looked like amoebas. While watching, it became apparent that these things were sometimes pairs. When they were pairs. They were connected by a partial overlap. The overlap varied from a partial mingling of each other as a body to a pseudopod like connection. That looked like a beam. The overlap or beam glittered, with pieces moving to and fro having no predominates of direction, and did transmit in both directions at the same time, more like a coupling. While observing a pair, noticed that the coupling was colorful, as the pair danced around each other, their coupling or beam changed color, dependent on the overlap between them. The coupling was also making what seemed like sounds. The glitters on closer inspection appeared to be packets. The sounds varied with the motion of the packets in the coupling. The intensity of the beam was dependent on the length of it. Maybe my perceptions were adjusting to the new environment because it felt more and more like sound. As they were moving around a pair passed close beside me and there was a feeling. This feeling was also dependent upon proximity to each other and other things. The feeling was of harmony, belonging and sharing. Furthermore, they sent information back and forth through the coupling in packets. They were sharing or talking to each other. Talking about what? Tried to determine what they were talking about, to no avail. Then tried to make sense of the sounds with little success. My attention wandered and at the same time found that motion could be accomplished. By focusing my attention on something and determining to be there. This would move either it or me in that direction or in the opposite direction by deciding to be away from it. Relaxing, while trying to digest some of this newly acquired information, just drifted around randomly for a while In the process of looking for more information and a specific direction to head off in. Noticed that we were all moving predominantly in a specific direction. It felt like being a member of a large crowd, pushed this way and that, with very little control as to exactly where I was headed, but generally in a specific direction. Wait how could it be told that we were moving at all? Some of the larger things were not moving or at least appeared not to be moving. It appeared that in one direction there was more stress than in the other, maybe stress is the wrong word, pressure might be more descriptive. It felt like less pressure in the direction that we were moving. Tried moving across the direction of motion with a measure of success. Eventually reaching what appeared to be a surface. There appeared to be no up or down or any direction, except here and there. For a while I just let myself be jostled along near the surface. Studying the things around me, trying to develop some perspective of what they were and where this was. I rubbed against the surface and heard a sound, just one single note. Focusing my attention on the surface and it seemed to fill me with a pure single note and sense of becoming, what? Something touched or interacted with me. I focused my attention on it and seemed instantly to be looking in that direction. It was a small ball with many resonant parts interlinked into a pattern of colors running throughout. From the touch I could tell that it meant no harm, as a matter of fact it was just happy to get my attention. And wanted more. While it had my attention I noticed one of the connections between us. It felt like a pet or better a dog. Another ball like thing came, sharper and more complex than the one that I was interacting with and took it away, with a more intense coupling. Began to notice that there were dozens of distinctly different classes of these globes, different by complexity, pattern and color, many seemed linked as pairs. Focused my attention on one of the more complex ones. To my surprise it spoke, or at least it seemed to. With a question of, what do you want? While I was thinking of what to say, it moved on. Focused on a simple pair that looked identical. And was gently repelled with, am complete. Tried with another single complex one, no response. Then tried with a group of simple varied ones and received feelings of belonging. Noticed a tenuous multiple connection between us, asked who they were. Again received a feeling of, belonging, nothing more. Until another joined and I was pushed out. Feeling frustrated returned my attention to the surface. Discovered through exploration that this surface was a very large somewhat spherical thing. While exploring the surface, found that it was permeable and with concentrated effort it could be penetrated. And after a brief excursion into the surface found that it was a wall. After passing through the surface with more than a little effort proceeded through the wall. Low and behold, a sight so beautiful that rapture held me in a trance. For how long I don�t know. It must have been quite a while because an enormous number of events transpired. Before questions of, where and what this was began to jockey for acknowledgement. This was indeed the most beautiful sight that I had ever beheld. A veritable kaleidoscope of colors densities and intensities all in motion, every color every shade also blended colors of every hue conceivable. From deep and dark colors to colors so light and pale that they just tinted the ones that were farther away. Some colors were opaque and others were translucent. Some vibrant through a spectrum of shades to pale and demure. Some so sharp and intense that it hurt to look at them and some so soft and transparent that they looked like colored heat waves. And others could be seen clearly, through them all blending beautifully into each other, constantly shifting about with varying degrees of transparency. No sooner focusing on one, than another would take its place. Watching the shifting colors and patterns were becoming hypnotic, I pulled back to gathering my senses. There seemed to be a note or sound that was linked with each color. The intensity of the sound appeared to be linked with the intensity of the color. It sounded like a symphony, a beautiful symphony. Like a symphony of life. There were a few almost straight lines, with curves, here and there. Nothing was straight or square most everything was spherical, oblong, egg shaped or just curved. Everything seemed to radiate light, like being part of a stained glass window with the sun shinning through it. Light was everywhere; there was no darkness, anywhere. Most things seemed to have soft edges that just faded into each other. Some edges were more pronounced than others were. There was no specific source of light, there was no need, everything had it�s own light. When taken all together, it was overpoweringly, beautiful to the point of sensory overload. Some of the smaller things seem to have well defined boundaries. There was one of these smaller shapes, with an extremely complex, changing pattern of colors running throughout it, close by. It felt like it was studying me. So enthralled by the surrounding beauty, I didn�t even give it a second thought. Felt that I could just stand and observe this sight forever, if standing was what I was doing, because I did not have any legs or feet, or any appendages. Another small globe moved in close to the first, it was not exactly the same general pattern as the first. They developed what could be described as a connection or beam of light between them. This beam seemed to oscillate and sparkle with a variety of colors, patterns and sounds. Through this beam they seemed to be exchanging bits and pieces of each other. They also exhibited a change of color and patterns, each time a sparkle would be passed. This was taking place very rapidly. While this exchange was taking place, the two of them were bouncing and dancing around each other like a pair of spheres practicing for a contortion contest. After a time one of the bluish shapes moved towards me and spoke to me, if you could call it speaking. It made a connection with me and passed a packet to me. On receiving this packet became aware that it was asking a question which was. �Are you a second?� On closer inspection and analysis of the packet I interpreted a second as looking for the next step. �What do you mean?� Feeling lost. �How did you get here?� Explain please. �I�m not sure.� Visually sharing the events of coming through the wall. �What are you?� I interpreted as whom. �Jack.� Wondering what is it looking for? Then I began to question him with. �Who are you?� With a question of it�s identity. �Athra� Interpreted as Am the honorable rules associate. �Where is here?� Looking for clarification of this place. It took him, it seemed like him, a while to answer. While waiting, I studied him. He seemed to pulse and change his pattern and colors rippled and glitters danced about while he thought, for it seamed to be a few seconds. I was still wondering what he was. When he started pushing me toward the surface that I had just came through. When he spoke, he first answered my unasked thought. �I am Athra, I could from your understanding be considered to be a male, or I could be considered to be a female, or even be considered to be both. Here this has no meaning, gender an interesting concept.� Athra, seemed to be what, not who. Athra seemed to understand my every thought, spoken or not, even how I felt about it. Athra seemed to gain volumes of information from me through sharing. Athra spoke again and said, �I see you are a traveler, new here, let me help you to understand.� As Athra spoke I was enthralled by the beauty of this being, lost to the splendor of what I was surrounded by. Another being came to Athra and they began to share. As they were sharing they glittered, shimmered, and pulsed with myriads of colors and hues. They even changed size continuously, while they shared with each other. At least that is the best description that I could come up with to what they appeared to be doing. I began to wonder if when we were sharing were we doing the same thing? They seemed to be exchanging pieces of each other. While they were sharing, I looked around, there was a very tenuous large thing close by, I tried to reach out and touch it and a small piece of it became a part of me and at the same time a small piece of me became a part of it. When I took the small piece it sang out with a soft pure note. I tried to look at the small piece but could not see it. I tried to physically touch it but couldn�t, then I tried to sense it and there it was. There was this feeling that it was not what it should be or was it could be. While examining the piece, it felt like I was connected to the thing that it came from. It also felt like I was responsible for making it grow, not in size but understanding. Noticed that it was changing color and there was more than one note now. I put it back and the notes went away. I felt a slight loss, not connected would, be a better description. The Athra finished sharing and turned, if that is what he did, for there seemed to be no front, back, top or bottom to him. The other just slipped away and disappeared into a funnel shaped whirlpool that looked like two rainbows, joined together at their bases. The outermost portion of the whirlpool was clear like a heat wave, which blended into color as you looked towards the center. First a deep barely detectable red, fading from one shade into another. Until it became orange, then yellow, through the whole spectrum, to violet fading into clear again at the center. The outer ring of color looked like it was rotating slowly, with each successive color moving faster than the last until reaching the center. Where no motion could be detected. The front or assigned direction seemed to be the direction of Athra�s attention. When he turned to me, the beam that was shared with his friend connected with me. "Fundamentals", he supplied, through the beam connecting us together, sharing with me. The piece is what he was referring to, being the piece that I had just replaced, and seemed to have no feelings about it. It was to be used for what ever was needed. He was answering my unspoken thoughts again. He shared that the beam was their hand, feet and how they communicated. They used the beam to transport bits of themselves back and forth. These bits are not only what they think, but what they feel also; it serves to keep them in tone with each other. The Athra, I found out were almost what you might call security. �Where or what is this place?� Still feeling lost. �This is becoming.� I interpreted as adding pieces and becoming attuned. �Becoming what?� Not understanding the reference. �Learning.� Adding pieces. �Learning what?� This is not helping. �Growing.� Adding pieces, becoming more complex. �This is a school?� �Yes.� �Then that was a student?� �Is a growing, yes?� We shared for a while; the amount of information became overwhelming. He seemed to change his mind about pushing me through the wall and called a whirlpool, and then pushed me into it. It looked just like what the other had disappeared in. The whirlpools appeared to come and go throughout the area; they just appeared and then disappeared. They appeared to be some form of transportation. The question was how were they called and where did they go. Also if they were controlled how were they controlled? Athra began to answer these questions, but the answers didn�t make sense. Asked for clarification but before Athra could make it clear. I found myself stuck in the whirlpool that he had been pushing me towards, and everything disappeared. One second everything was so beautiful and the next, virtually emptiness. The loss was so great that it made me want to cry. It seemed like the whirlpool was taking me somewhere in a hurry, �A BIG HURRY!� Then, colors, there were colors again and they were streaming by at a fantastic clip. Squirming and wiggling to get free had no effect; a fly stuck on flypaper had a better chance of escape. The force seemed to be very strong; release was out of the question. What was it that Athra shared with me, oh yea, send on, not finished, growing. There was a lot of other information in that sharing, if it could only be unraveled and sorted out. Information like why, it was important that I not be here. It seemed to have something to do with harmony. Most of which didn�t make much sense, but strong feelings of duty, and confusion about where I was suppose to be and where my home was. That the whirlpools were called by will but how was not clear and how they were directed wasn�t clear either. A question of what the masters would do if a �growing not finished� was found wandering around without finishing it�s step lost. Another thing that wasn�t clear was who the masters were or what they did. One second there was nothing then were colors streaming by and the next; I was here, wherever here was.
The Togath Uprising