BLUE SAPPHIRE ICE CAVE, ICELAND
We almost didn’t go. Exhausted after a short drive to a geothermal tomato greenhouse turned into a much longer mission when a ‘white out’ storm descended. But he, who does not yet have an alias, told us, ‘go for the ice caves.’
Then a message from The Inheritor: ‘I recently read something about a time before mankind when giants sang into icebergs; encoding information that seeded earth's field of consciousness.’ We decided yes, we’ll take our chances, and drove 300 kilometers.
The storm cleared. Our guide took us into the caves, explaining the perimeter of the largest glacial cap in Europe has shrunk from here to there. Suddenly, it was clear. This isn’t a signal of cataclysmic disaster. But rather a harbinger. The ice melt is releasing the SONGS of GIANTS. He said he heard songs in the caves when he was younger. We knew how to acquire the blue sapphire. It’s not an object. It’s a molecular configuration. Transfused through tinnitus: ‘…the perception of sound when no corresponding external sound is present.’
We posted the images. The Chosen One said, ‘…this is what I saw in the vision.’ Three months ago in the Middle East. When we ‘erased the room’ and conferred with Nikola Tesla after he showed up to help us build the machine. The machine from our dream.
>>> I saw the machine. What we can build for the messages. It’s like a 3D printer that etches fractal patterns into glass. It fills with water as it builds itself up from the base. Like ceramics. It’s the logic glass; the patterns are poems. I asked the man in my dream if I could read them. He said no; it transfers into the glass. The poem is the life the player now experiences.
Pink Flamingo wrote back, ‘I just got notified of an update for my 3D printer. Glass is actually neither a liquid or solid. It’s an amorphous solid, a state somewhere between those two states of matter. Glass atoms move too slowly for changes to be visible.’
The changes are transpiring even if they are, for the moment, invisible.
Sing.