This evening we sat round a fire pit with Nix, did me and MaryAnne. We had a conversation - one of those conversations. Other powers were clearly present. The whole evening was a ball. This is the thread which came of our conversation, which Mary Anne wrote down in a text:
"Chasing infinity... I Shall Wear Midnight... Worry at things like a bone and realise its your own leg you're gnawing. Your thoughts are like..."
And there her text ended, for such is the timing. We'd been talking about time and money and the traps we fall into, about the state of the world in its fullness of agony and the things we have to witness through media - the blood and gore and pain - and what, if anything, would turn the tide of debauchery encased in duty, in pandering to perceived needs, in facing the fight against whatever it is we want, in where to draw the lines to a point where we can cope with the consequences. We agonised, we thrilled with the wave of freedom in knowing that whatever we do, little quantum units that we are, contributes to the greater freedom that the world so wants but dare not face, for timing is everything and here I sit....
...at my computer now, having just come home from that conversation. Earlier in the evening Apophis had invaded my timeline, as he often does, uncannily often, like a black cat walking the beat that crosses my path. I loved Apophis for his petulant, irredeemable badness, a potent purity of evil that left him only when he died. He died to the torture of having to live his own death again and again, at the whim of another, and so it is, as ever with Stargate, that truth is told through the medium of itself, in ways with which the Uncertainty Principle is more than satisfied. (Note the number therein the uncertain equation - 6.626 x 10-34 ... for there are 3 sixes in it.)
On my way home, I noticed a new sign. Outside the factory gates on the T-junction I must cross stands a new sign. A big sign, which read "Concept 66".
A new addition to the scenery, never there before - I wrote 'ever' by mistake as if someone was proving a point but I HAD to correct it to make sense - but I didn't correct that one - and so it goes on, the mistakes ad infinitum to the lesson, and which is which, how in life we can be presented with so many choices and pick so often the track that leads straight back to our own leg, to the pain we inflict on ourselves because we can, often through pain inflicted on others.
I didn't stop to photo the sign, but never mind. What matters here is that Stargate said it all. Apophis carried the epitomy of evil because he held spellbound a power that would corrupt absolutely. In his bond with Shar'e, a shift was created - Shifu. Deeper than that power was a knowledge that no Goa'uld dared to see released, a power that drew deep from the abyss and brought to surface with it a compassion that prevented absolution. A knowledge that Aslan had at the Stone Table, a knowledge that many share when they reach a certain level. We can do it already. Are we ready? Can we baulk the power that holds us captive in mental bondage?
Sycofantic it may be, but I loved the blog I wrote when Apophis came to invade my Twitterspace. For all his power, and it was absolute for a decent reign of time, he was golden. No System Lord was ever more golden than he. His son, Klorel, embodied in Skaa'Ra, Son of the Sun, was just as beautiful - between them they commanded the Beauty and Truth of the Dark through a dual course of solar circuitry, culminating in Apophis's vicious death at the hands of forces greater than his own, and Skaa'Ra's freedom.
For those who seek it, Stargate is an everlasting truth. Drawn to watch thrice in quick succession the entire consecutive series from 10 seasons of footage, I now know why. Everything you wanted to know about universal connections is somewhere in there. Unsurpassed even by the X-Files in longevity, Stargate SG1 is going to be a cult epidemic any time soon, because that's what it was made for, even though in the true spirit of uncertainty the makers could not know what they had created.
Peter Williams tweeted a picture this evening, which I found before I left the house to partake of this conversation. Here she is, his niece, true picture of Harsesis, a child with truth and beauty in her eyes. The world can never afford to forget the form it came from, even if it often forgets how much it has cost to come this far.
Apophis, you brought many truths to light and I love you for them all. Thank you so much. There has to be a very good reason why the Dark insists on gems being discovered.
"The true nature of a man is decided in the battle between his conscious mind and the desires of the subconscious. My subconscious is too strong to resist. The only way to win is to deny the battle."
Shifu - 2001
Kathy is the author of Quantumology. She met up with quantum mechanics in 1997, pledging allegiance to its sources thereafter. These are her personal thoughts and testimonies.