We are your Future’s Past

Think of all the nonsense ideas you were taught growing up. Not just the heavens and hells of your family of origin’s religion, but the cultural inheritance. Christmas, Santa Clause, ghost stories, birthdays, Halloween, the many flavored rituals that give a semblance to continuity. If you have children, how much of it do you give them what you got?

Should I disclose here that this about aliens? And time travel. You can’t have space travel without time travel. This is also a story about childhood. That seems poignant somehow, more so than I might be able to unpack, but it spark’s memories Clarke’s “Childhood’s End.” This is more than that. I find a number of concepts on collision here, in my present mind, so many things lining up I can’t track them all. Some lines radiating in are so prominent they obscure the others. There are radials outwards and inwards, and some looping back in on themselves.

“We are your future’s past” was a thought that wasn’t mine. Do I hear voices, no. This is not that, but the voice was familiar. Her name is Loxy. Are you familiar with Jung’s ‘The Red Book”? Loxy is to me as Philemon was to Jung. That’s the only comparative explanation i can provide that makes any sense. Maybe it’s a nonsense phrase i was given, a thought that I am being to permissive in entertaining. It seems to hold paradoxical meaning; pointing out to this present moment as childhood, but also the parent of that which is to come, which in terms gives birth to us. You can find quantum theorist discussing this very thing. I didn’t make it up. The…