Summer Blockbuster season is upon us. One cinematic triumph is breaking all records this year in my secret island nation; a strange, sci-fi-adventure-thriller. Here is the main story.
Benighted
Cancer has destroyed civilization. It raged unchallenged, feeding on the emotions, deficiencies, harmful rays, toxic foods and chemicals that battered humankind. Doctors tried in vain to cut, burn and poison the scourge, but it always reformed, larger and more ferocious than before. Cancer… was the Armageddon.
Through fog and ashes, a clothing-challenged young man moves nimbly amongst the ruins. A tabla drum covers his modesty from the chilly, lifeless air. He is Sacha. Stepping carefully over corpses, he concentrates on tracking the ley lines, nodes* and nulls** of the planet’s energy grid. Sacha had completed a large garden over a node on the other side of the hill, and he’s looking for more. The thousands of rotted bodies that spill across the valley doesn't deter him.
A man, afflicted with an unfortunate zombie likeness rises from a foggy dell. Doctor Vargas grips a clipboard and pen, straightens his lab coat and steps in front of Sacha.
“You’ve got cancer”, he informs Sacha sympathetically.
“No I don’t”, Sacha replies.
Yes you do. Everybody has the cancer. See? Look around you. They all had it. I told them so; then they died.”
“Before they died I cured the lot of them. You can see, then, how vicious cancer is”, the doctor continues, then pauses to contain his grief.
“Pure evil!” Vargas screams as he turns slowly to scan the horizon for others. He wipes his tears and looks to the heavens for inspiration.
“I will never stop”, he whispers to the great cancerous overlord in the sky.
Dr. Vargas offers his best sympathetic expression and assures Sacha, “I will poison you, but it will poison the cancer, which is good. I will save you naked man. Trust me.”
Sacha smiles kindly, and composes a playful suite for Dr. Vargas; his tabla punctuates the words that rhyme. He sidles between the startled doctor and the corpses that strew across his ley line path, and continues onward.
Sacha rounds the hill on the other side of Dr. Vargas’ valley. He lifts his gaze to survey the land beyond. His pupils dilate and his breathing halts when he sees the astonishing phenomenon before him. Short, round beings of different colours cover the expanse of a plateau. The nature - grasses and foliage - responds differently to them; they seem active and affectionate, like they want to embrace them.
Sacha approaches the group of beings closest to him. Seeing them closer, it's clear that they are not human. This group is purple, huddled together and in what appears to be various stages of grief. Collectively they notice Sacha’s presence and stumble backwards. They bark and cower like they expect Sacha to strike them. He waits patiently then begins the tedious task of winning their trust.
“I’m Sacha”, he says finally.
Time passes almost endlessly. The swollen, tense-looking beings stand fixed and stare at Sacha.
“We’re cancer”, a larger one flatly replies.
“Oh” Sacha says, remembering Dr. Vargas and his audience of corpses.
“Did you kill all those people?” he asks.
“No”, the blue one replies. “But no one ever believes us”.
“But who killed all those people over there in Death Valley?” Sacha asks curiously.
“Not us, that’s for sure”. “You could ask that grim reaper doctor”.
The warm volcanic earth on the plateau where the strange beings live is the best soil Sacha has ever seen. An abundance of nodes and nulls enhance it’s quality further. Sacha moves around the groups of colorful beings and studies the soil. Slowly the cancer grows comfortable with a human amongst them.
A pink cancer with sparkler at one of Sacha's full-moon partiesSacha reads the omens of the plateau. It calls him to grow a garden. For three days he gathers tools and seeds from his home and begins to turn over the soil. The cancer likes that Sacha ignores them, prefering instead to be with the earth and its ley lines. The larger beings are eager to lend a hand, and as the days pass, Sacha notices that they grow smaller and brighter.
Every day when Sacha passes through Death Valley, the doctor is waiting for him. He attempts a different angle to the same argument, and hopes that today he will convince Sacha that his cancer needs to be cut out and his body poisoned urgently!
“It’s a matter of life and death”, he concludes every day. And every day Sacha chants a blessing for the doctor on his tabla. He never tells Dr. Vargas about the cancer on the other side of the hill.
By the third moon, his first crop is ready for harvest. Berries, root vegetables, and leafy greens seem to almost spring into Sacha’s hands. His cancer friends play joyfully through the long harvest days. Their colours glow and intensify when they hold the fruits of Sacha’s harvest. They shrink further.
Late one afternoon, while the younger cancers swing playfully in his hair, Sacha packs away his tools for the day. Suddenly he feels a presence at the edge of the plateau. Dr. Vargas had grown curious to where Sacha journeys to and from each day rather than take life-saving treatment.
The doctor is paralyzed by what he sees. To him it looks like a scene straight out of a medical text book of horror. The cancer try to hide behind Sacha, who stares uneasily at Vargas. Their stress, however, makes them rapidly swell, and in no time, they surpass Sacha’s width.
Dr. Vargas screams for his life, though his shock-induced paralysis keeps him from running. His face turns bright red and grips his chest as his heart seizes. His spare hand reaches into his bag for weapons and thrusts a syringe and scalpel toward Sacha like a sword.
Dr. Vargas looks over at Sacha's plateau for the first time.The cancer scream for their lives. The young ones scurry down from Sacha to join the larger ones who now look bloated and hated. They cry as they back away.
Sacha roars in frustration, for the peaceful life that is now dashed. Mustering what is left of his life force, Dr. Vargas walks towards the cancer, one zombie-like step at a time. He wants to thrust those chemicals into them, and cut them into pieces. He wants to kill every last one of them. He stumbles over Sacha’s tools and his body hits the ground like a plank. Vargas doesn’t move.
The cancer is larger than Sacha has ever seen them. Timidly, they draw closer to view the doctor's body. It looks the same as all of the other ones.
“They’ll say we killed him”, a red cancer remarks.
A blue one looks back towards the Valley from where Vargas had come from. Stoically he resolves, “More will come”.
* NODES: There are three kinds of nodes: portal, vortex and vortal. A portal is a node that overlaps and amplifies Gaia. A vortex is when energies collide and the energy is constantly moving. To some, being in a vortex may feel good for a while but it's hard to live there. A vortal is half portal and half vortex. There is no symmetry with these lines and they occur beneath the Earth as well as on the Earth. All of these lines are created by The Crystalline Grid, and The Crystalline Grid is created by Human consciousness.
** NULLS: When The Crystalline Grid overlaps with the Gaia grid in a way that cancels each other out in energy, you get a null. A null is therefore a place where there is an absence of The Crystalline Grid, and so what you get is pure Gaia energy only. For more information see here.
Want to see all sides of the cancer coin? See here and here.