The Organization had faded from my consciousness; I had let it go.

I had never engaged in violence; a person had to be pure, fresh, and "good" to be part of such a group. I took a few self-defense classes, but they were conducted in a friendly atmosphere. These experiences were clearly designed to prepare us for our actual tasks: specific analyses. Other groups operated differently. All is confidential.

What I know includes a specific viewpoint gained while working for Far Eye, along with my DNA sequencing—essentially, my condition. That's all.

What I suspect encompasses thoughts that many avoid, though much of it can be found online.

The Passage of Time

They say time marches on, it flies, yet what is real time? The time we possess? Personally, I feel as if time accelerates, but I know this is merely a psychological perception. The wrinkles on my face tell a tale of years lived. Each passing year now constitutes a smaller fraction of my life, while younger individuals remember long summers and endless winters...

But true time—Einstein's concept of it? It stretches and contracts; it behaves like elastic. It surrounds us, enveloping us.

I now believe in what I call Big Time. Occasionally, I feel I have entered this state, and from that perspective, I witnessed something. Everything is occurring simultaneously and in one location—strange, perhaps, but that is where Big Time exists. From this vantage, one can perceive all of it.

In a Dream:

I sit in a chair, adorned with a headdress and a flowing gown. My left hand supports my head, resting on my left ear and cheek. My elbow is on my knee as I gaze forward...

This is about a specific type of analysis—putting oneself in another's shoes, so to speak, understanding them within their context and time. The image I perceive conveys a message. This is clear to me. However, I've begun to test myself and conduct research because I hold a theory. As Ralph Waldo Emerson once said, "Our strength grows out of our weakness."

Do you dream? I used to daydream as a young man and experience dreams during sleep. That’s REM sleep, and I imagine you know it well—it’s akin to diving into water: you must first cross the surface to reach the depths, then return. Upon awakening, you've just emerged from REM, breaking through the surface into consciousness. Recently, I made a conscious effort to eliminate daydreaming, focusing entirely on the present, discarding most thoughts of future and past.

This curious endeavor produced an unexpected outcome; my dreams began to resonate with memories of the past and potential future scenarios. I had entered Big Time.

In a Dream:

The paper must be of the highest quality; preliminary sketches are essential, along with collecting objects and ultimately working through the mathematics.

Unusual Ideas

I decided to take this further and experiment on myself. Unfortunately, I was born with a weakness. It seems to be hereditary. I needed a new environment, so I relocated to a secluded rural area.

Ultimately, I stumbled upon something peculiar and began testing various ideas. But for now, where do we stand? That is, the Human Race. Ever consider why Buddha meditated alone, Jesus withdrew to the wilderness, and Mohammad sought solitude in a cave? Let’s set aside religious connotations for now; isolation can be enjoyable if necessities are met.

My weakness was indifference. To put it another way, I was logical but not particularly emotional. Perhaps on the mild end of the autistic spectrum—I’m not certain, and definitely not a savant. Clinical findings suggest such conditions carry an above-average risk of schizophrenia as well. So, in my relationships, I experienced passionate fluctuations while remaining emotionally stable. I had no true friends, and I preferred it that way. And then, there were the voices.

Zuri vanished... And that is when I learned to cope with what I refer to as "the Package"—others call it "the Handshake." I hope to reunite with Zuri, as I felt her mind.

In a Dream:

The copperplate engraving is complete. A message encoded within it for future generations to decipher. The Artist desires the prints to be shared.

I have visited Big Time again and have seen myself in the past. I now frequent that realm in my dreams. There is a man there, and he is drawing me. I could be his model. He is exceptionally talented: an artist, mathematician, mystic, and perhaps a Christian? The image he creates holds information, and its symbolism and allegorical depictions link directly to his time. He senses that something awaits humanity in the future.

The truth is we are all interconnected; escape is impossible. After calming my mind, I can observe it all in action. The mechanisms have been laid bare. I am part of it, yet as someone with schizophrenia, I can immediately absorb and reflect others' emotions back.

So, in my solitude, I became intertwined with things.

In a Dream:

I know there is a date and symbolic meanings. The message is intended for individuals five centuries hence. The world then will be profoundly different.

His concept relates to thought.

In his mind, the world will unravel.

I find myself in another dream. I am the model—I can sense the mood of the era. The Artist is enveloped by it: trapped in his time, bound by societal norms—Christian. Yet he seeks love and acceptance; he has embraced True Humanism. A flawed genius, oscillating between egotism and despair. An intellectual, sensitive man, yet at times paranoid and anxious.

His feelings are not socially acceptable for his time. He holds a deep affection for me.

The State of Technology and the Numbers

Have you heard of a tropical island where a company manufactures the smallest commercially available chips? They likely have exclusive contracts with the military and are ahead of the competition.

They have achieved seven nanometers for over a year, five nanometers has been completed and tested, now entering trial production—mass production is anticipated by 2020. Three nanometers is projected for 2023.

Major tech firms are establishing numerous servers in the Arctic Circle, where temperatures are conducive to cooling, with ample land and minimal oversight. Many are also underground.

Meanwhile, the number of AI programs being developed is skyrocketing.

This is the plan: a “Cloud”—a platform, software, infrastructure. No hard drives or memory needed. The gigahertz frequency is on the rise—resulting in faster speeds with less power consumption.

You have the infrastructure—everything you utilize. AI serves as the messenger connecting to the Cloud Platform controlled by the Military Industrial complex, surrounded by colossal corporations.

Remember President Eisenhower? Probably not, but in his farewell address, he cautioned against the Military Industrial complex.

In My Own Sphere

I relied on an old bicycle for transportation—by the way, did you know the internal combustion engine was created in the mid-1800s and that the Morse telegraph was introduced in 1844? Telecommunications has significantly advanced due to governmental investment in the last decade—just a thought. In any case, I chopped wood and drew water from a stream to fill my tank.

Experiencing schizophrenia grants one awareness of the thought realm, allowing for some control over it. I can live in the moment and pursue thoughts, switching channels as needed. Being alone is beneficial; very few think of you unless you are famous. For my needs, being forgotten was ideal.

We all inhabit our own bubbles. However, an interface exists where boundaries intersect and blend, allowing us to synchronize with one another. Is thought in a null-time void? Most likely.

I nurtured positive connections with everyone and everything. Residing in a remote area made this simple with a few distant neighbors and local store clerks. In solitude, tasks became enjoyable. I communicated with the bucket and the water, the ax and the woodpile, the pots and pans, and the food—expressing gratitude to them all. Imagine maintaining a positive mindset and being present all day.

In that state, as evening fell, I could envision historical figures and find a fondness for them. That’s the quirky part; by discovering a small trait to admire, I could gain insights.

Thus, it all commenced with drawing—an evening pastime, a means to unwind and pass the time—something I had previously engaged in.

The Man Himself: Dürer and an Evening by the Fire

Albrecht Dürer—I admired him. His style resonated with me.

Born in Nuremberg on May 21, 1471 Died in Nuremberg on April 6, 1528

He was the son of a Hungarian immigrant, but his love for his mother prevailed. His background was complex, with a blend of Eastern and Western European lineage, accompanied by mixed religious influences.

He depicted himself in a head wrap during his apprenticeship, capturing landscapes and people with astonishing realism, creating unique self-portraits.

Trapped in his era, yes. Prejudiced? We read extensively, but do we seek to understand his mindset? He was an emotional man, often at odds with himself, struggling with familial relations and life itself. He experienced deep hatred and fear. Initially, he didn't care for his wife—his marriage was arranged. He harbored distaste for the Catholic Church. He had an affinity for both men and women. He drew ceaselessly, always refining his craft, with ample time for reflection.

Born two decades after the invention of printmaking, it was akin to an internet boom.

He sold and shared unusual prints—woodcuts, copper engravings, with intricate details and rich symbolism. His work encompassed various styles and influences, portraying biblical themes alongside classical motifs, legends, fables, and allegories.

His sketches, watercolors, gouaches, oils included portraits, still lifes, and vibrant scenes from the New Testament. One self-portrait bore a striking resemblance to Christ.

He created star maps in 1515, accurately mapping the Northern Hemisphere's constellations. His "Four Books on Measurement" dealt with the principles of mathematics, perspective, and ideal proportions.

Yet, turbulent times loomed under the Catholic Church's watch, marked by factions, torture, and executions. In 1494, he embarked on his first journey to Italy.

By 1498, Dürer returned to Nuremberg and published 15 woodcuts depicting the Apocalypse. During this time, Savonarola—an Italian Dominican Friar—decried Church corruption and exploitation of the impoverished, rallying Florence's youth to his cause. He was executed in Florence in the same year at age 45.

Did Dürer hide codes in his art? Some experts suggest so.

Contemporaries of his time included Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, Raphael, and Bellini of Venice.

Additionally, Martin Luther entered nearby Wittenberg University in 1508 and would later fracture the Church with his 95 Theses in 1517, sparking the Reformation and the rise of Protestantism.

Dürer—a complex individual shaped by his time. Ultimately, he embraced the Protestant Church while producing an extraordinary volume of work.

Some of his pieces have been misinterpreted and labeled as "hidden," reinterpreted through various lenses.

The Nazi party appropriated Dürer’s "Der Reiter" much later, one of the so-called "Meisterstiche"—master engravings—while also utilizing the ancient Swastika, a symbol of well-being in Sanskrit, found in a 12,000-year-old relic in Ukraine, and associated with Buddhism's good fortune.

I had been experiencing visions of his "Melencolia I." You might even recognize it—the final of the "Meisterstiche," a small copperplate engraving measuring 9.4 by 7.4 inches, yet its details possess such resolution that the entire image can be enlarged to considerable dimensions. Dürer completed it in 1514, alongside "Saint Jerome in his Study." He distributed prints of both for free—no one truly understands his motivations or what he aimed to convey, even today.

So, that was the essence of my dreams.

“The Sirians”

During my time with the Organization, I engaged in extensive background research, mentally transporting myself to various realms.

Did you know that one of the oldest and largest surviving libraries in the world is the Library of Ashurbanipal, located in Nineveh—modern-day Mosul, Iraq? Established in the 7th century BCE by Assyrian King Ashurbanipal, it represents one of the last established ancient kingdoms.

Spanning a vast territory from the Mediterranean coast—Cyprus, Lebanon, Israel, Syria, parts of Turkey—the Caucasus, into Iran, and parts of North Africa, Ashurbanipal inherited a domain nearly a million square kilometers.

The Library contained texts written in cuneiform from various historical epochs—a writing system rather than a language, capable of documenting all sorts of information. Ashurbanipal was a scholar himself, collecting knowledge. The contents? Scribal traditions, ancient myths, Babylonian texts authored by compelled scholars, divinations, omens, medical writings, astronomical observations, literature, legislation, financial documents—an immense array of topics.

It was rediscovered by Austen Henry Layard and Hormuzd Rassam in 1849—approximately 30,000 tablets were found, though experts estimate that up to 90 percent of other materials were lost or destroyed when the empire fell around 612 BCE.

The Babylonian creation myth recounts the arrival of "fish creatures," messengers of the gods who imparted knowledge to humanity.

Then came the Flood, and the "fish creatures" did not return. Humans recorded everything they could remember, with scholars donning fish costumes for rituals.

Did the Flood occur? Research J. Harlen Bretz—an American geologist who studied the Missoula floods. Bretz began examining the Columbia River Plateau in 1922, conducting research for seven years. He discovered massive erosion in basalt deposits and published 15 papers. The area, once a desert, had experienced cataclysmic flooding. His findings were largely ignored.

Today, we confront the reality of impact craters globally—Hiawatha glacier in NW Greenland measuring 31 km in diameter. Layers indicate extreme heat: melt glass sites, high-temperature spherules, nanodiamonds. Fossils point to mass extinctions of large animals and declines in plant species worldwide—evident at sites like Pilauco in Chile. Biomass burning and layers of charcoal and soot signal drastic atmospheric changes. All these shifts occurred around 12,800–11,600 years ago, leading to the abrupt end of the ice age and significant sea level rise.

The Sumerians and Other Anomalies

Have you ever worked with hand tools? I had to while living in the wilderness. Tasks take time, and precision isn't always achievable.

While repairing a copper pipe—a relatively soft metal—in my old house, I thought of the Serapeum of Saqqara, a necropolis near Memphis in Lower Egypt, dating back to the Bronze Age. There are twenty-seven rose and black granite, and diorite boxes with lids, each weighing up to 70 tons or more. Twenty-four are perfectly positioned within narrow alcoves connected to tunnels carved into the bedrock. The smooth, polished, precisely cut boxes were so immovable that Auguste Mariette, who discovered the site, resorted to dynamite in 1850 to attempt to open one. No one could move the lids—impossible even then. Ultimately, they were found to be empty.

Gazing at the night sky is a breathtaking experience. The planets, stars, galaxies, infinity? The constellations. Astrology? Not for me. But the twelve signs? They create patterns in the stars with no definitive boundaries. Nonetheless, the concept of twelve has persisted into modernity—twelve hours a day, sixty seconds and minutes. Thank the Sumerians. A fascinating civilization that seemingly emerged from nowhere, flourishing between the Euphrates and Tigris Rivers—now present-day Syria/Iraq near the Persian Gulf. They developed cuneiform writing around six thousand years ago.

Their tablets and cylinder seals depicted Saturn with rings and other planets, revealing an obsession with large numbers and a base of sixty. They understood the Precession of the Equinoxes—how Earth wobbles on its axis, altering the astrological signs behind the spring sun's rise, a cycle spanning approximately 25,920 years.

I relocated to a different island, having originally lived in the tropics, now settling in a temperate climate. My house was quite remote and had minimal amenities. It had a thatched roof that had been covered with rusty corrugated iron in recent decades.

The surrounding land, once dotted with small farms, had become entirely forested.

I ventured out to gather wood with a bow saw I found in a nearby old shed. In this northern latitude, winter days were significantly shorter. On clear nights with a full moon, I sometimes wandered out. The forestry technically belonged to a quasi-government department, but private contractors were engaged to clear-fell and replant. Many areas appeared like war zones after recent clear-cutting—shattered tree trunks, tangled branches, and ground marred by heavy machinery.

Occasionally, I would encounter remnants of the past—broken cast iron cauldrons, half-buried and sizable, stone foundations, and old paths. A million souls perished here—men, women, and children. Why? An empire orchestrated an artificial famine. When potato blight struck, tenant families were evicted from their homes, and all other food sources were seized during Ireland's Great Famine under British rule in the late 1840s. What’s new? History is a nightmare.

So, the "Package," or what others refer to as "the Handshake"—does darkness frighten you? Do you believe in ghosts? While in the woods, I occasionally sensed things flickering at the edge of my vision. That is when "the Package" manifests. An individual's mind absorbs an emotional state, often accompanied by a concept—nervousness, fear, dread, alarm, panic—the list is extensive.

But here I am, in a clearing, hand sawing wood by moonlight, determined not to injure myself. The solution is to discard "the Package." Observe your surroundings and focus. "The Package" will dissipate. The crux is that these feelings we experience are often illogical and irrational, and the past can cast a shadow over us. As long as the environment is safe, let go of "the Package." Change the channel. It's possible to ignore it; it takes time, but it is manageable.

The True "Sirians"

People often deceive themselves—think of the government, for instance. We observe various stars and constellations in the night sky that seem significant, somehow linked to ancient cultures: Sirius, the Pleiades, Orion.

But you can verify—they are all too young. Yet they are conspicuous. Sirius, for example, is the brightest star in the night sky, yet "the Sirians" did not originate from any of them.

The entire notion was a façade. The worship and alignment of ancient structures were designed to instill devotion and mystery—yet another method of eliciting emotional responses.

A useful tactic to persuade an underdeveloped species to believe. "The Sirians" actually originated from a system in Andromeda—but that’s merely local in the grand scheme of the Universe. Visible as a blurred smudge to the naked eye—not particularly worthy of worship—"the Sirians" capitalized on what existed to elevate humanity, inspiring awe and devotion.

How advanced are they technologically? It’s difficult to ascertain. We are an experiment, a project. They operate in realms beyond our comprehension, far surpassing anything imaginable.

Yet I feel they perceive a much broader perspective, encompassing astral existence and unknown states of being.

Analogous to amphibians, "the Sirians" evolved from aquatic, reptilian carnivores—profoundly intelligent yet entirely devoid of emotions. Millions of years ahead in evolution and technology.

Grown and "born" in tanks—"the Sirians" have no genuine familial bonds.

While I have my interpretations of them, I rarely attempt to engage with their thoughts, given their vast differences and advancements.

"The Sirians" arrived long before "the Flood," bestowing gifts not out of kindness but to enrich our experiences, taking advantage of causality; they foresaw a deeper experience—The Great Emotional Experiment.

What does a being do when it possesses vast knowledge yet has never encountered genuine feelings? "The Sirians," as an evolving race, merely pursued paths to acquire new information. Hence, the expansion of "emotional experiences." Emotions are a potent force, often devoid of logic or reasoning. For now, I would assert they desired a wide array of these "essences" and anticipated that by offering various things, we would naturally gravitate in a certain direction.

The Sumerians—a displaced people—gave rise to subsequent civilizations while fleeing after the cataclysm, ultimately transcribing everything from oral traditions, resulting in legends and myths. The rationale behind mining gold is another ruse—the nascent beginnings of capitalism, alongside the empty Serapeum of Saqqara and the Great Pyramid—psychological tricks designed to provoke emotions. "The Sirians" have been observing, "helping and hindering," stirring the ants' nest—that is us—throughout history.

And the tenth planet with its 3600-year cycle—partially true, but more on that later.

Who ultimately created us remains a question I cannot answer. I have attempted to tune in multiple times, yet it seems whoever was responsible understood that emotional development is a gradual process, and experience is essential. Thus, with free will being paramount...

Today, science acknowledges that 95 percent of the Universe remains elusive—this also pertains to us—beyond our experimentation and understanding, merely labeled as "dark matter and energy" for convenience, yet that’s where Big Time conceals itself. The visible, detectable Universe? We are but minor fluctuations emanating from something more profound. The edge, 13.7 billion light-years away? That’s simply our perspective; something lies beyond that boundary, gazing in the opposite direction.

Language is often misapplied. Dark merely signifies proximity—like myself—or something compacted: not malevolent. Just as "the Sirians" themselves—no "real" evil intent, I would argue; when devoid of emotions, all is merely knowledge. From our viewpoint, the brain and the Universe exhibit similar characteristics.

Melencolia

Returning to Dürer, Christ was Anglicized by the Catholic Church, and Renaissance artists had little choice. Dürer, an intelligent individual, occasionally portrayed himself. In 1514, he produced two copperplate engravings: "St. Jerome in his Study" and "Melencolia I," both of which he freely distributed—the last two of the so-called "Meisterstiche"—master engravings.

Jerome was born around 370 BCE on the borders of Dalmatia and Pannonia.

In the "Saint Jerome" print, Dürer depicts the monk writing at a desk, with a statuette of Jesus on the cross placed atop it. Jerome dedicated 23 years to translating the Bible from Greek and Hebrew into the Vulgate (common Latin), completing it in 405.

This print is laden with symbolism. A large gourd hanging from the ceiling represents a dispute with St. Augustine regarding the translation of a rapidly growing plant's name in Hebrew, as mentioned in the Story of Jonah.

"Melencolia" symbolizes the Second Coming, which fundamentally signifies the end of the world, or rather, the biosphere as we know it. Among various elements, a comet and a rainbow feature in the background; at the bottom, the carpenter’s tools serve as clear references to Christ’s life. To the left is Dürer’s interpretation of a Platonic solid, and at the top lies an hourglass with a sundial and a magic square. Everything centers around a weeping cherub inscribing on a tablet. The larger figure to the right is an angel holding compasses, gazing morosely into the distance—an image I recognize as me, his model, from my dreams.

Dürer admired the Greeks and held a passion for Plato's ideas. He sought to incorporate classical concepts into his era. The Church was narrow-minded, inspiring mob rule—something Plato cautioned against and abhorred. Examine the octahedron’s surface, particularly the side presented to viewers—do you not notice scattered islands of the Aegean leading to Italy? The solid appears chipped and ancient—classical ideas resurfacing in Rome.

Observe the hourglass—time is running out. The sundial’s pointer casts a shadow on the eleventh hour, the pointer itself just past two—it signifies our entry into the third millennium.

And then, the magic square—666, the number found in Revelation—on the left side. The third six is concealed beneath the inverted five, with the nine below—a small fish dangling from a zero. The fish as a symbol? I trust you are aware. The entire composition is rich in symbolism, multifaceted, intertwined with his beliefs, emotions, and familial ties. Take a look for yourself...

He perceived something yet couldn't pinpoint the exact date... He was relatively close for someone existing 500 years ago.

With the illness and death of his mother occurring in the same year, he experienced emotional turmoil that allowed him to visualize things in his mind's eye.

Thus, I intend to venture into the future within my mind to discover...

The Tenth Planet

Mentioned in Sumerian texts, the tenth planet is described as the home of the gods, with a cycle of 3600 years—“Only the wise knew where it went; sometimes it passes without causing harm, and other times doom.” In truth, it was a large comet, now merely a debris swarm.

Its real orbit? Here’s what I know: it will approach from the south, likely impacting Antarctica—three strikes—the first substantial, mountain-sized, followed by two smaller ones. The cycle remains beyond my comprehension. While I cannot provide an exact date, it is relatively imminent, originating from the Oort cloud.

For ancient peoples, it represented a celestial sign to be revered and feared. For us today, it poses a genuine threat—a potential Mass Extinction Event.

"The Sirians" were aware of this cycle and became entwined with it. It is neither punishment nor a sent curse; it is simply part of a series of ongoing cycles.

We could have acted more responsibly as a species, collaborating more and sharing information. By now, we might have been better prepared, perhaps even able to avert it.

"The Sirians"? They remain unconcerned. It is merely a facet of an experiment. They understood the timeframe; the biosphere will recover as it has in the past.

The Earth's elite were aware of this impending event; they controlled and distracted the masses, making a few "deals" and collaborating with "the Sirians," keeping all information to themselves.

They are heading underground and venturing into space. Let’s just say they are ready and prepared. It has always been this way, which is why we find ourselves engrossed in superhero films, absorbed in social media, consuming fast food, and trusting mainstream news and government narratives.

A Vision

The sky is ablaze with orange hues. Everything is engulfed in flames. Burning hail falls from the sky. I am gradually being scorched by infrared... Ejecta from the comet and its impact are entering the Earth's atmosphere.

I... I... I... just cannot discern the date.

I’m feeling somewhat negative and tearful. I’m becoming increasingly emotional now. I think of Zuri, and I cannot manage "the Package." I have a sense that "the Sirians" may also be experiencing some emotions.

...And now I find myself seated in THAT chair again, adorned with a headdress. I am wearing a flowing gown... And... I am holding compasses—my wings are white.