For some inexplicable reason, I had been given an insight into an ancient order that saw itself as all that was good in the universe. They could best be described as a group of entities that called themselves Cosmic Consortium. Among their claims was that humanity, since inception, had been existing with knowledge that had, by design, meant to keep us confused, making true cosmic progress near impossible to achieve—mankind’s potential had been deliberately undermined to keep us in our place in the hierarchy of the cosmos. I must sound to you like a lunatic by now, so let me go back to the beginning.
Since the early days of mankind, dreams had been an incessant source of fascination and inspiration— many a creative person would tell you of how dreams played important roles in their ideas. But what if dreams were a portal allowing an interphase between the physical world and the universe—an ethernetlike domain that established an unconscious mode of expression, allowing the uploading of the genesis of our thought processes while we slept?
