The blueprints showed an oblong object in three sections, each divided from the other. The front section, which sat at the top of the sketch, was the cockpit or a variation thereof. The second contained the two micro-singularity generators and the plutonium based power source which was divided from the cockpit section by a lead barrier of considerable width and stamina. The back section was an exhaust chamber or sorts, but rather than venting the radioactive waste from the vessel the chamber apparently stored it in isometric tubes at a temperature of negative 562 degrees Celsius so as to avoid any possible contamination. The notes at the bottom of the image claimed that the vessel’s waste product was slight in comparison to its output and the material was reused when the vessel returned to its initial time period. The entire structure was roughly the size of an average four-door automobile.
The blueprints were, of course, largely unintelligible to the layman and thus caused only a slight consternation among those who were eagerly awaiting new revelations. The possibility of micro-singularity generators and the practical implications of liquid nitrogen storage tubes for plutonium byproducts were issues of interest only to specialists and the professionally skeptical.
Because of this, it was the photographs that drew the most concentrated and sustained attention.
The first purported to show the control panel and pilot’s seat of the vessel. It resembled a car dashboard and was a light navy blue. The control stick, or what appeared to be a control stick, was covered with yellow and black stripes. It is a well known fact that the most striking of all color combinations is that of black on a yellow background. There appeared to be no window, windshield, portal, or other means of viewing the outside world directly. The size of the “cockpit” was impossible to gauge due to the lack of any reference for scale. If one judged its dimensions by comparison to the blueprints, however, it appeared to be considerably smaller than the cockpit of an average jet airplane. None of the screens, dials, buttons, or other assundry diodes and unknown switches were alight or in the process of manipulation, so the general effect was one of surprising banality. One could easily be looking at the dashboard of a small car.
It was the second picture which was truly astounding.
It also showed the cockpit of the vessel, but this time it was only background, and glimpsed through an opening in the side of the vessel which seemed to be the means of entrance. In the foreground was an unidentified hand which protruded from a navy blue sleeve. It was wrapped in a thick woolen glove of a distinctive matte black coloration. The gloved fingers gripped a small, flashlight sized object.
The object emitted a long stream of red light, clearly translucent, which shone into the interior of the vehicle. As it crossed the threshold of the vehicle’s hull, it bent in a slow arc until it was a monochrome rainbow disappearing at the bottom of the frame.
Underneath the photograph was the following text:
This demonstrates the effect of the artificial micro-singularity generators on a beam of light. The hand is my own.I cannot express the degree to which this single photograph annihilated any possibility of anything except objective, absolute truth in the minds of everyone who saw it. For the first time, Josef6 was corporeal, concrete, ecstatically alive. He had stopped being a cipher and had become a disembodied hand. And not only a hand. A hand capable of manipulating light itself. Of moving the primordial creations of nature according to his will. That simple phrase, those tiny words, elegantly plain, made for us a world: The hand is my own. A collective, electronic gasp burst across the binary synapses. Here was the unmoving hand and the bending wave. The very particles of the universe bowed before Josef6.
They were, at last, convinced.
They had appeared convinced before. They had acted as if convinced. They had written as if convinced. They had worn the masks of true believers. But this belief, in truth, was an expression of hope. An expression of love. They needed the belief because they feared their unbelief. They lived in terror of the emptiness without faith. Their gods had all abandoned them. Here was the promise of a fresh revelation. Impossible to disappoint, because it promised so little. Promised, at best, apocalypse itself. Here was hope without risk, love without pain, worship without death. Where and how far could they go? Only as far as the binary ether would take them. Only to the borderless hinterlands of the virtual itself. In the virtual was the possibility of infinite masks and infinite revelations. Of infinite mes blasting out into the unknown. Seen by a billion anonymous eyes. Recognized by no one. They were on the same sea as Josef6. They sensed that he had made himself extraordinary by announcing himself as extraordinary. There was no proof required to be extraordinary. There can be no proof of the extraordinary. There mere fact of the eyes, of those watching and reading billions who knew and knew not simultaneously, was enough. A billion minds in simultaneous cognition of something. The cognition was real. Undeniable. Impassable. Concrete.
And yet. And yet there was always the knowledge that madness can speak. That men can hear madness and become mad themselves. Humans can share their dreams as easily as they can share their waking life. Another’s brazen windmills become the arching passion of a multitude. The Holy Grail. The Philosopher’s Stone. The Unspeakable Name of God. The Voynich Manuscript. Truths buried under avalanches of time and memory. They were tortuous because of their possibility. Because of their discreet promise of their opacity, their resistance to touch, the dusty odor of the lost thing. Could this too be lost forever? Could this too be another promise which would be buried in a tomb of no one’s making? Except this time the sediments would be made not of dust and sand and time and death, but of the inchoate pulses of information which formed the surface of the invisible world. Time had stopped. Ages now passed in a microsecond. A single transistor held wisdom greater than all the libraries of Alexandria. The quest, once lost, would be impossible to find again. Under sands, there is the possibility of a momentary shift in the wind and the firmament. The chance movement of tectonic powers that pushes the past up through the ruins and into the unforgiving light. There to be dissected, reduced and reappropriated for a separate, heretical age. But this. There was no hope for this. It was here for this moment, for this instant in the global deluge of pixels and codes. A moment lost, and it was gone forever. A thousand times more fragile and weightless then the most ancient of artifacts. Such was the threat, the menace that existed behind their desperate hope for Josef6. Their despairing, tender belief in his purity and the beauty that sprang from his purity. He was virtual, and thus, not mortal. He was more delicate than flesh. If he left them, there would be no bones, no remains, no marker to proclaim his passing. Everything would be lost. And they needed him to tell them that it was not so. That there was weight behind their exultations. That somewhere there was a body with arms, with hands, with fingers that could wear sleeves and wrap themselves in black gloves. A creature who, like them, required protection and disguise. A creature who manipulated machines and allowed machines to manipulate him. A creature who was opaque, and reflected light, and was resistant to touch. Here, in the digital mosaic, they finally saw him.
There were a few doubters, still. They came and went early. They noted that the photos in and of themselves proved nothing. The objects glimpsed in the cockpit indicated no specific use and could easily have been constructed of spare parts. The hand with its bending light could be doctored with the greatest of ease. There was no point in belaboring the issue. The evidence presented was simply no evidence at all. It was of no scientific value and was therefore worthless. They had many questions for Josef, but thus far he had declined to provide any substantive answers. They would reserve judgment and maintain their skepticism.
They were almost entirely ignored.
The most popular reaction to the new postings was, as usual, typified by jennieruptha.
Oh. My. God.Prettycrazygirl responded in kind.
Ditto.Even the relatively sober eekthecat was thunderstruck.
Wow. Well, all I can say is that if this is a fake it’s the best I’ve ever seen. I’ve always said we should wait and see what Josef has to show us. Looks like he has.Survivor69 went directly to the source.
Ok, Josef, you sold me. All I want to know now is what your specific recommendations are regarding survival in the conditions of your time period and a vague idea (no specific dates necessary) of how long we have to plan and prepare. I know you mentioned problems with potable water supplies and the need for subsistence farming skills, but that’s got to be just scratching the surface. I don’t think you’ll be violating your ethics if you help a few fellow human beings to maintain their existence in the face of what’s coming.There was no immediate reply. Wwj6d45, clearly already an avid fan, was on hand to fill the gap.
I’ve been studying all of Josef’s previous posts, and I really don’t think we should be demanding anything of Josef right now. He’s taking a big chance showing us this stuff and I’m sure he’s watching our reactions and thinking about whether to contact us again. I think it’s obvious from his prior communications that there is something much bigger going on here than just friendly exchange of information and the search for an old computer chip. I think ewallis was on the right track, but we can’t know that for sure yet. Maybe Josef is here just to find out about the past, but it looks to me like he’s recruiting. He’s trying to find the right people to entrust with the knowledge of what’s going to happen in the future and how to prevent it from happening. Now, he’s mentioned some pretty heavy things, but he hasn’t given us much detail or any real advice on how to deal with it. I think he’s throwing this information out there to find out who he can trust and who can handle it in a mature, open-minded, creative way. He’s looking for people who will be able to UNDERSTAND and MAKE USE of this information. Hang tight, guys! Its gonna be interesting!Ewallis was magnanimous in victory.
Thanks for the kudos, ww! I hope were both right! Even if we aren’t, just being able to interact with Josef and see these amazing images is reward enough!!!Bourbonstreet5 was not satisfied.
I share everyone’s happiness and excitement about this incredible stuff we’ve just been handed, but this is no time for sitting down and waiting!!! We’ve just been given THE DEFINITIVE PROOF people!!! We can’t ask for anything more! We KNOW that what Josef has been revealing to us is a very real and possible future for us and this planet! We ALSO KNOW that we have very limited time to act on this information!!! Political and social change is a slow process. I’ve been in the activist game for years and you have to start early and KEEP AT IT to get anything done. We have to START NOW, with what little we have, and let Josef guide us as his communications (hopefully!!!) continue. If we sit on our asses and do nothing, we’ll be sending our world right to the place that Josef is trying to steer us away from!!! We know we have to make a change and the change must begin with US!!!!!!!!!!Bourbon’s impassioned plea did not fall on deaf ears. Although Josef6 himself remained, for the moment, silent, jennieruptha picked up the gauntlet within forty-eight hours.
This is a message for any and everyone who wants to meet and discuss Josef and his message. A group of us from the San Francisco area are getting together at six o’clock on Friday evening at…Here the name of a local YMCA was mentioned.
…in order to meet, organize, and put together a plan of action. All people who are interested and concerned about Josef’s message are invited. We hope to see as many of you as possible!And that, of course, is how all the trouble started.
Love,
Jennie
WWJ6D
