I go to the roof of the Keep to the one unfinished greenhouse every dawn where I become an empty vessel as some indigenous tribes describe it and surf the mountains and canyons for footprints of high frequency energy, exploring mostly to take a read on our move away from density. I should welcome anything that encourages this new evolving energetic pattern slowly enveloping our planet and I do but I don’t agree with the reasons how it’s happening because by keeping things secret, they, we I mean, are ensuring complete mistrust by those that need it most, humans! And this secret will reveal itself soon, anyway so let’s get out in front of it! This entrée is a plea to the ancients to let it be.

  Joey. Female. ‘V* Synth. To begin with, I started out as an empath human, meaning I felt everything deeply, not just hearing words, but feeling the energy behind them and crowds drain me, nature heals me, and fake vibes exhaust the crap out of me fast. So, you’re probably wondering how I was able to endure a year of intense protesting on the streets. Answer. That’s how pissed off I was, so angry at the assholes who put us here that I endured with lots of inside breaks.'

  I’m going to start out where I eventually will get to and then lead you there while exposing some things that aren’t talked about. Pardon me for speaking of the elephant in the room but someone’s got to do it and it won’t matter for spit since no one reads this except Abby who should promote the transparency of it, Abby. This is the elephant in the room that only a few humans know about who are located on tops of mountains enclosed by the best high tech security ever and also, ahem, close to a military base. Read between the lines!

  We are told that given this new advantage, the fate of continued life on the planet becomes more certain and yet vast species extinction including us is still very real. The zero longitude and three hundred miles up and down from the equator and most low elevation islands on the planet ARE becoming uninhabitable. And then there’s another five hundred miles in each direction, going fast and the coastal cities and lake cities and towns all flooded, millions of acres of forest burned, half the glaciers gone. But aside from the existential problem of Meltdown there’s a very real threat that the dark secrets that the solution holds will undo any progress and in fact lead to another or last war to end it all.

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  Okay, follow me. Cuma and I protested together through all of it and became tight like sisters. So, when she understood the gift that Tris had given her, she asked if I wanted it too. At first, I was afraid of any change to my body because I have a good one but like most things I battled it out until one night I knocked on her door and asked if she would join me for a rare full moon on the steps of our Keep. I didn’t have to say anything. She understood.

  So, here’s where we’ll begin. Yes, I’m a ‘Volver, a ‘V, but am a ‘V anomaly. There are such things, like back when neurodivergent was such an explosive thing like you could be many shades of autistic or sexually oriented or anything. Nothing was just black and white. So, it turns out that we are also on a spectrum, a fact that hasn’t really been explored or talked a lot about. Most are back in full or on their way, but in their homo sapient biology, for now. ‘Volvers still look and sound like their human hosts unless they begin communicating with other each other. A short rundown of types include those with only enhanced senses, with one super enhanced sense like hearing something from a few miles away, super mobile who can run and jump just as fast as a Cheeta, or Dreamers who dream short term future. Most all are bound to Nature and feel their niche.

  Most of my superpowers are low grade but my power of In-sight, the ability to collect and synthesize huge amounts of information in seconds and read human and ‘V’ memories is absolutely other worldly. And humans. I can pick up memory transmissions from those who communicated with our ‘V’s and even further from those who transmitted to them. In other words, the Collectives memory bank of everything, sort of like pirating data from a cloud. Or what the humans call the Akashic record. I’m wired for wireless. Ask a question, and the answer pops in.

  I’m a Synth, in other words, one who can synthesize information, edits out the erroneous and states the total order of a thing at whatever time and place it happens to be. I have made this known to my new family here at the Wordsmiths Keep. I’m not a working Synth yet nor do I want to be but I do let Cuma know when I’ve seen something they should know about like our future children. Mums the word.

  And this is what I want to talk about to no one, unless the Triumvirate, the Synths, the Consortium and LUNA allows us to read the journal, which I think would be a very good thing! No more secrets. The children of the ‘V’s will be a far different species, less human, more alien. It’s all a cautionary tale. Whether a fortunate accident or help from LUNA in detecting an ancient implant from another planet and species, at this point I think is water over the damn. From my vantage point, everything appears as though its being done with all good intentions. The ‘V’s can read minds so nothing can really be hidden amongst themselves but can be hidden from humans. And there future reader is the conundrum. Our children will be fundamentally different, in each generation, between ourselves.

  So, there are some things that everyone should know. Of course, it was an implant but didn’t quite work as designed. And there are two continuous Synths who have been here ever since, replicating their exact copy every few hundred years. They stayed back, to guide the evolution in humans but instead found other things to do while waiting. This is what I’d like to talk about here. This is my life’s work. For the record.

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  Listen up! A correction to the implant was implemented during the time of Sumeria but failed so it was decided that the only way it could become functional was to create a target gene that would eventually be triggered by a more civilized human in the future. I’m not a biologist or geneticist but what seems to have occurred during both invasive surgery’s was damage to existing genetic material causing the time that the synths had to wait, almost triple due to weak immune systems and faulty thinking or logic if it ever existed. Two strand humans are born with a disability that usually fuck up their planet. To humans this would be earth shaking, to us, ancient news.

  The Synths didn’t have the means for an immediate correction so developed a range of protocols to shorten the time. These designed targeted dumps of intelligence and matters of the Light or of what humans call the spiritual, at the perfect time and place were meant to hasten the humans evolution which it did but not as much as desired because it added confusion and distrust among the various tribes. Alien interventions were misunderstood or feared due to their, well, alienness. No one knew they were alien but a lot of them looked alien or godlike or mystical, etc. Loving your enemy seemed insane to most at the time just as resurrection, the Earth not being the center of the universe or even planting seeds instead of hunting. Sometimes, with camouflaged guidance, humans got it right. But as time passed, like the child’s game of telephone, the message became bent, twisted for selfish needs, like the murder of a king or annihilation of a tribe over another for human valued needs like wealth and power, caused by those disabilities. So the Synths dropped their own seeds along the way either directly or through implanted ideas.

  In fact, Abby has just allowed me limited use of some material in my quest to analyze the modest effects of those various interventions on human behavior, the missions, the designs, the outcomes but only if I move to the B & B. and keep it among us ‘V’s This is important because in effect, the ‘Volver, a direct result of their implant may never have seen the light of day unless LUNA hadn’t caught it, in part due to the last project of an ancient Synth who set up her life’s work on the quantum computer, beginning in her new reincarnation of her eighth year on Earth. So, without ‘V’s direct involvement in this historic accomplishment, I would hazard an educated guess that humans would be screwed. The Synth has met me during REM and explained why all of this must stay a secret but..

  Yes, the planet would be doomed to recycle back to begin a new journey with a different outcome if not for this strange alliance, but… Yes, the settlement on the moon and probably mars would have given them the space and time to wait it out, to recolonize but now, given a new framework and a different highly evolved species with LUNA and a hybrid mix of both human and ‘V at the Consortium, it’s very likely that the Earth could be restored in less than two hundred years, a spit in the bucket! Why, because the memory of their own planets restoration is accessed almost immediately through lucid memory dreams. Even though there are differences in the technology, the concepts are the same.

  But I believe now in 2033, must be the time when everything is brought to light! Blow open that damn closet for the last time and lets have at it, all of it and that includes what the next generations of ‘V’s will be like and what the Synths powerful influence on culture has been historically! How they managed to bring back their planet from total species annihilation and decided to help others. This is an amazing story that’s full of hope and light!

  The ‘V’s know and don’t warn the humans who come for spit about any of this. Eventually as they evolve, they understand.

  The Synths work to restore the planet Their mission is always indirect intervention, to hold and stabilize the planet’s energetic field during moments when fear threatened to outweigh consciousness. I’m a newbie synth with little power but believe that the truth, telling the truth is not an direct intervention. Restoration will only happen if this so called triumvirate speaks with one tongue and ‘V’s and Consortium are seen as trustworthy. And they know I want that but still hold back.

  The ancient Synths tell the ‘V’S that the fear of an alien race replacing humans would give the enemy too much power. That humans would turn back to their roots and find ways of sabotaging the Triumvirate, have enough money flowing their way to build the necessary force to counter all of this. But all it would do was prolong restoration and even perhaps stop it.

  The human part of me would say, here’s what we know so far, what will happen if you come back in full. Let everyone know the progression of powers, like down loaded apps and also that if they want children, they will look like half alien half human and their kids kids, more alien than their parents until the transformation is complete. Yes, they will be pacific beings full of light and nobleness but not human. So, tell them and let them decide. Let’s have a multispecies planet, even allowing a few more on who are also peace loving. And humans can continue to have relationships with humans and have human babies. A true intergalactic home where intelligent species can coexist, peacefully working towards a completely sustainable habitat and way of life.

  It didn’t work the first time! Lets not have de ja vu all over again. If humans turn on LUNA and the ‘V’s, one more iteration of same old, then the one shining moment of hope for Earth and the remainders who desire to stay human, will be lost. Holding these secrets makes them seem dark, dangerous, foreboding and the whole restoration project, a sham, an invasion happening in plain sight, what books and movies made billions promoting as entertainment.

  It’s too bad about Wilder but if we get caught up in the trees, ignoring the forest, the huge picture emerging, we’re fucked. I don’t agree with the ancient ones. I get it but not now! Someone has to tell the story of hope and this is my goal. The beings continued through the eons to restore our third strand for us and for the planet! They have to see that! And the humans response will be, of course, for their own.

  The Synths believe that they will ask us to leave once restoration looks certain like some did with the African people after they were emancipated, having planted and harvested their crops. They believe they will put a moratorium on passing this miracle of evolution and monitor it like they once did for immigrants. They believe the worst of the remainders and are wrong. We have been through the worst of mankind and believe we’ve been touched by grace, given another chance. Don’t blow it!