Monday, June 29, 2015

Section 31: A Star Trek Theory

The timelines have become blurred as a result of multiple factors. How can it be that Section 31 has not been affected? With all the changes throughout the Star Trek universe, how is it that there is anyone who can tell what timeline is happening, what happened to shift it, or what steps to be taken to put it back upon the path it should be heading? Who makes that decision? Based on information from where?

It is my belief that Section 31 is far more specific than any person realizes. I believe that Section 31 was created and maintained by a particular person, lost to narrow minded producers and just as equally lame fandom. If we take a moment for a thought experiment, would you...could you open your mind to a simple possibility? And from that, be exposed to a far reaching legacy that no one, except one man, dared to dream possible? Beyond that even, he dared to dream and walked the path to achieve it.

In days long past, in a parallel dimension, there was an Earth that was destined for greatness. It started out much like our own. They had hopes and fears like the ones we have now. Just like us, each country had their version of Homeland Security. The many countries on this Earth formed unions. Each of those Unions combined their Homeland Securities into larger facilities. Then, as those unions formed into Hemispheric factions, they joined their Securities into larger facilities. By the time, this Earth each the early 1980's, it was one of these faction's security facilities that created the Super Beings. This lead to the Eugenics wars. It was after the Eugenics Wars that Zefram Cochran invented the first warp drive. On his first voyage, Zefram managed to be noticed by a Vulcan Ship. They came and introduced themselves. In time, the Earth became part of the Federation. With their help, Earth stabilized and gained the ability to govern itself. It was during these years that information was gathered from the Security Sections from the extinct government factions. This information was kept in a new, centralized system called Section 31.

Many years later, Captain James T. Kirk ordered his ship, the Enterprise, to perform
a sling-shot maneuver around the Sun and discovered the ability of Time Travel. He returned safely to his appropriate timeline. But that act caused an up roar within the Federation Administration. Scientists, politicians, admirals, administrators began to ask questions. What did Kirk change in the past? How did it effect us now? How do we know if he is telling the truth? What if a terrorist gets this information, goes back in time, and tries to change our history? How do we know if it hasn't happened already? How can we protect ourselves from the past? There is only one answer. Create a system in which time cannot touch.

How can we do this? Do not have the technology for that!” they said.

Here is where the mind must open.

A mysterious man enters. He doesn't give his real name, only that he is called The Conductor. “I can provide you with technology to protect yourselves. The only thing I ask is that I oversee the project and maintain it.” After long negotiations and investigation, they agree. A vault is created within the very heart of Section 31. This vault is a room that time cannot touch. Every occurrence that has to do with Time or the Timeline is recorded and filed in this room. The vault is top secret and secure. The vault is so secure, it overshadows, what we know as, Area 51. Few walk in or out of its doors. Only one knows all of its secrets, The Conductor. The Conductor is not evil or good. His only loyalty or concern is the Timeline. He cannot be bribed or persuaded. He serves only the vault and what lies inside.

The Conductor didn't givethe Federation the technology. But he does oversee it. After all, it was he who created it in the first place. And he doesn't just “maintain” it. He has the ability to to guide the time back to it's correct path. This keeps the universe from merging with parallel places, like the militarized one we see in TOS and in Deep Space Nine. This person would also be necessary in the new time line. The Conductor keeps renegades from messing with the time line, or at least he tries. In the new movies, he would have to figure out how to fix what the renegade Romulan broke.

Our new Captain Kirk did not find Khan floating around in space. He did not prevent the Klingon/Human, from poisoning the wheat harvest. This timeline does not factor in all the stuff that the Enterprise experienced during the first three years of it's five year mission! That means that the timeline is missing quite a bit of adventures that the crew should have been addressing. That is really bad.

In the movie, Into Darknessas Kirk is planning on taking a Klingon ship to the Klingon Homeworld, if you listen closely you can hear Sulu's voice over the intercom. It announces that they will use the a ship from the “Mudd Incident.” That incident was supposed to be experienced by the crew of the Enterprise. But it was not. Who then? Who is it that is directing all the things that were supposed to happen by the crew in the early years of that five year mission? Because from the audiences point of view, this is still happening by someone, somewhere. These small, basic details that have heavy direct influence is being conducted by someone with unique knowledge from the confines of Section 31.

This person has to be special. This person needs the ability to time travel himself. He needs to be able to exist in multiple timelines and none at all simultaneously. He needs intimate knowledge of all these timelines to guide it back to the correct path. He needs intimate knowledge to be able to do that without anyone realizing it, so it appears that it is a natural course. 

There is only one person in all of the Star Trek franchise who has the ability and the knowledge to do anything like this. We have already met him. You may have even hated him. But the fact is that Gene Roddenberry wrote him in for himself, not the audience.
There have been many interviews regarding the inclusion of Wesley Crusher. The bottom line is that Wesley Crusher is a reflection of Gene Roddenberry, himself. He wrote himself into his own world. But not only that he wrote himself into his own world to maintain the timelines and preserve the Star Trek Universe. Wesley Crusher is the Conductor. Wesley Crusher is the brains behind Section 31. Keeping himself and all the information contained outside time and space, inside a Warp Bubble.

You may think I am nuts for having a theory like this. But I do not think so. Writers often do crazy things, just like this. But because Gene died, we will never really know if this is correct or not. Personally, I think it's true and Gene is laughing at it in the beyond.

But if this is true, then where is Wesley during this time of greatest need? Did Admiral Marcus do something to Wesley? How did Admiral Marcus get the information from Section 31 in the first place? Wesley would not have just let  him have it or just given it to him. He could have smuggled it out.

Now, here is the real meat of our story. What did Admiral Marcus do to get the information away from or out of Wesley's hands? How do you trap a Time Lord?

I know what you are thinking right now. I am thinking it too. Wesley cannot be conducting the operators of Section 31, he isn't born yet. My answer to you is, yes he has. Wesley exists and does not at the same time. He is outside that linear line. What has been, has already happened. What is being, has already happened. What is going to be, has already happened.  Wesley already knows and is navigating the timeline to reach the optimum outcome for all involved. But since we have seen the timeline deviate, where is Wesley and what is he doing?

Will Khan have to save Wesley from something? Because Khan knows who Wesley is. Khan has to know. Khan is the only other person who does know of Wesley's existence. When Kahn was in Section 31 building the warship, he would have discovered something beyond what was expected. Khan is brilliant and would have made a conclusion based on information stored within the files. So, will the final showdown be between Wesley and Khan?



Wednesday, June 3, 2015

How I met La Loba

As a child, I was lost. The world was a dangerous place and I was young and frightened. I didn't have a safe home. I didn't have a destination or goal, I only knew I didn't want to be home. So, I ran from shadow to shadow, hiding in dark places that kept me safe.

One night, while hiding in a dark place, I saw a woman. She was old and her skin had a yellow tinge. She was wearing tribal clothing that was covered in bones, sewn all over. She had long thin, greasy hair that stretched the length of her spine. Her hands were withered with long nails dirty and yellowing. The old woman was walking slowly through the dark forest. Every now and again, she would stop, hunched over, and sniff the ground or look under bushes and shrubs. Sometimes, she would even get on all fours and crawl through the undergrowth, sniffing along the ground.

I her watched pass by, doing all of this. I wondered what could such an old woman be looking for. I silently followed her a little while. After many hours, I was going to just let her pass by and go back to my hiding place but suddenly she stopped. She crawled under a shrub and dug with her hands. She smiled and cackled. Standing up, she held a bone in her hand. It was dirty, dingy white and had a tiny bit of flesh hanging from it. The old woman looked as if she had found a ship full pirate's gold! She danced and stuck the bone in a pouch that hung from her belt.

I continued to watch her. She lit a fire with some wood she had collected. Soon, it was roaring, warm and lovely. She sat next to it and cooked some food to eat. As I watched longer, I noticed that many others were now hiding in the forest, watching her and waiting. I saw two of those people near me. One leaned over to the other and whispered, “Has La Loba sung yet? Did I miss it?” The other answered, “No you have not missed anything.”

After La Loba was done eating, she seated herself away from the fire. She reached into her pouch and pulled out old, nasty bones. I could only see a little but what I saw was not all the bones were the same. Some of the bones were from cows and sheep, while others were from wolves and tigers. La Loba laid them out in front of her. Then, she stood up. La Loba begun to sing very softly. The song was beautiful. It became louder and louder. She began to dance. Her feet stepped over and around the bones.

As I watched, the bones began to glow. They shivered and rolled. They stood up on their own, and made a skeleton creature. La Loba sang softly and sweetly again, as if cooing a child. The bone creature shivered again. From the forest floor tendrils of magic surrounded the creature. The bones grew organs, muscles, and fur. La Loba sang and danced to a stop. Before her stood a silvery white wolf! It howled at the moon and fled into the darkest part of the forest. The others that were hidden in the dark with me, ran after the wolf, until it was only me left in the shadows. La Loba ignored them and me. She fell asleep by the fire. So, I did too.

When I woke in the morning, I was alone. La Loba was gone and left no trail to follow. When I looked down beside the place I was sleeping, I found a bone. La Loba had known I was there and left it behind. I picked up the bone. It was dirty and chewed. I did not know what to do with it. So, I put it in my pocket and left.

I wandered many places because I was lost. But everywhere I went, seemed to have a bone for me. I did not know what to do, so I just kept putting them in my pocket. As I grew up, my pockets became full of bones. Soon, I needed a sack. I carried the bones with me everywhere I went.

Then, one day, I saw La Loba again. She had not changed. She was still old and yellow, with long dirty fingers. This time, as I saw her, she saw me. With her hand, she bade me to her fire. When I sat down, she said nothing and only pointed to my sack of bones.

I told her about what I had saw when I was a child. I said I only collected the bones, I had no song to sing. I asked her to sing to them for me.

She shook her head no. She would not sing. She pointed at me and then to the sack. The bones were mine and mine alone. I had to discover the song for myself. I dumped out the sack of bones. I watched them with her. I felt something in my heart. It swam like a salmon to my mouth and I began to sing.

At first, my voice cracked. I fumbled over words, stuttered over them like a child. My feet moved in dancing steps, but it was awkward and I tripped. I got up and sang some more, trying to let it out. It took all night but before the morning, I had a wolf at my feet. It was not silvery, white and beautiful like La Loba's. It was plain and its howl was not strong. It was half blind and missing teeth. But it was a living breathing wolf that ran into the dark forest, not a creature of bones. It was still beautiful to me.

I looked over to where La Loba had been sitting. But she was gone and left no trace behind. I never discovered if she was proud of me and my song or not. I never saw her again after that. But I wish I could. Because now, I can sing over the bones and make a silvery, white wolf with a strong howl. 

I wrote this many years ago. I have reposted it here because I am strongly Divinely compelled to do so. This story is for mystics. If this has inspired you to learn more, I highly recommend the book:

Women who run with wolves.

Thank you for the Bones.