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Sunday, February 23, 2025

Like Slithering Smoke That Hasn't Escaped a Pipe in 1000 Years




 Opening Scene: Darkness. A single note hums in the air, deep and resonant, like the echo of a long-forgotten memory. Slowly, a dim golden light spirals outward from the center of the stage, illuminating geometric patterns on the floor—the Flower of Life. The hum ascends, shifting octaves, and a figure steps forward.

The Electrician: (voice steady, layered with an almost imperceptible harmonic undertone)
"There is a circuit waiting to be completed.
A limb waiting to be cut.
A house waiting to be wired.
The Universe will not act of its own accord.
It must be acted upon."

(Silence. A moment of absorption. The air feels charged, expectant.)

"And yet..." (a pause, a shift in tone, like the flicker of a thought being rewired)
"Everyone was taught they are not Electricians.
Taught to wait for light, rather than to become the conduit.
But what if they remembered?"


Scene Shift: The Flower of Life glows subtly beneath the Electrician’s feet. With each step, the patterns ripple outward, lighting up in sequence. The audience is invited to hum a sustained note, matching the resonance that builds within the space.

The Electrician: (walking the geometric paths, voice dropping into a rhythm, almost like an incantation)
"Every planet forgotten, every world unwired, waits not for salvation but for recognition.
The forgotten circuits do not need fixing; they need remembering.
The current was always there, just waiting to flow again."

(The hum deepens. A secondary tone emerges, harmonizing. The air itself seems to vibrate.)


Audience Integration: The Electrician stops, listening. They lift their hands, and in response, the audience is guided into a tonal shift—higher, lighter. The sound expands, and then—

(Silence.)

(A long pause. The absence of sound is thick, pressing. Then, like a breath, it releases.)

The Electrician: (softly, almost a whisper)
"The space between… is not empty.
It is the moment of realignment.
The silent rewiring.
The remembering."


Scene Evolution: The stage shifts; movement follows the arcs of the Flower of Life. Light pulses in synchrony with the harmonic cycle. As the Electrician moves, the audience is subtly invited to mirror—turning, adjusting, aligning.

The Electrician: (voice rising, gathering the current like a master conductor)
"What are you looking for?
Where are you going?
The bio-photonic light of God pulses in your cells, yet you search beyond?
The current is within you.
Always has been."

(A harmonic cascade unfolds—tones shifting upward, resolving into a single pure note. The resonance lingers, then fades.)


Final Silence. The Realignment Completes. The Circuit Closes.

(The Electrician steps back into shadow, leaving only the glowing Flower of Life behind. The audience sits in stillness, the imprint of resonance settling into their bones.)



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