The Appearance of False Benevolence

The civilization of Light Seeders is composed of a compliant world population kept safe, fed, housed, and educated by an all-powerful world government. Life is regulated from birth to death. Imagination, creativity, love, and friendships do not exist. It is a civilization of false benevolence.

When I began writing Light Seeders, pieces of history began to assemble in what seemed an ordered progression. During this progression one tyrant followed another, each with an imprint of the last. Each tyrant drove a stake through human consciousness. Distortions of science, logic, and thoughtful reasoning was becoming the norm. The cultural atmosphere was beginning to show black fringes of a nasty storm. There were several horrific wars over the ages until the storm of storms shadowed all that had gone before, a possible world-wide conflagration never before imagined.

The storm shadows were beginning to intensify when Light Seeders was begun  What began as fantasy soon became science fiction. I was in a full-blown crisis of acknowledging how limited my education had been, and how I had unnecessarily accepted those limits. (This acknowledgement is still in effect.)

I know little of earth dynamics. My visual perceptions are narrowed by what I have been told to see. (That ghosts, etc. do not exist, for example.) I know little of our astounding connections to one another, this earth, the solar system, or the universe. Physics comes closest to satisfying my quests for understanding. Too, numerous writers, past and present, continue to expand my consciousness. Best of all are friends who are unafraid to explore any subject with the intent of exploring ways of becoming full-blown human beings. Better yet when those friends enjoy a beer or two.

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Learning to Navigate

Everything you’ve learned in school as “obvious” becomes less and less obvious as you begin to study the universe. For example, there are no solids in the universe. There’s not even a suggestion of a solid. There are no absolute continuums. There are no surfaces. There are no straight lines.

  1. Buckminster Fuller

Writing science fiction or fantasy is much like taking a journey to an unknown destination. What to pack? What can one take as currency? What is the vehicle you’ll travel in? Will you self-navigate or be chauffeured? You take a device to record and describe the journey. In my case pen and paper since it takes so little space.

I began my journey with speculation for fuel. The what-if questions came as a result of some breakthrough science or discovery I’d read about. The characters blossomed out of the numbers of people (animals, and other creatures) I’ve met through time. Both discoveries – science and animate discoveries – continue to provide fuel for my journey. I find it odd that in this world, let alone universe, we continue to look for something solid, safe, and predictable.

Publishing has been, to be kind, a learning experience. I’m not good at promoting myself. Further, I do not have the tools to navigate what has become a world of gadgets and passwords, sophisticated codes and symbols. Part of my ignorance in this regard has hampered my ability to communicate. For instance, I do not have a link to the book on this page. There are two. One is this:

http://www.amazon.com/Light-Seeders-Account-Esekiian-Record-ebook/dp/B013GSUZ3Y/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1458761030&sr=1-1&keywords=Light+Seeders

The other this: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/563106

Know that I look forward to your perspective regarding the book. Did reading trigger any thought, perhaps one that changed your view on something? Or simply, did you enjoy the book? or hate the book? If the latter, what is your critique? I want to hear it all, for each perspective helps enlarge my own life’s scope.

K.F. Lee

 

About Light Seeders

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I was produced in a World One Incubation Center. When I came of age, I worked in a food production center, a facility that grew, packaged, and distributed “nutritious” spore food. I was to work as an inventory specialist until I was considered obsolescent or I reached the end of my life cycle. I would be escorted, then, to a Dome of Enduring Happiness to be euthanized and become spore fertilizer. My name is Sandaria.

Mine was not a happy or fulfilling existence. Relationships or meaningful conversations were limited to the rules, one’s duties, or other such trivial matters. In other words, relationships were discouraged, touching forbidden. Reproduction did not take place outside of incubation centers, and that was strictly monitored and regulated. Girls and women of age were subjected to monthly egg harvest, men to a progesterone block.

World One was all wrong. How could it be the greatest world that ever existed? This propaganda was repeated to us daily and from all corners including countertop holos imbedded in every one of our small, uniform apartments, or offices.

Pre-World-One history was carefully portrayed as one of war, hunger, and impoverishment. World One’s glaring contrast between the then and now was credited to our president, Armand Rockman, as were all so-called improvements.

I would learn the truth. So would others, those of us gifted. We became known as Light Seeders. Had it not been for esekiian Earth Tenders, the Light Seeders would be dead.  As it was, we fled the domed cities where we remained hidden, visited by our teachers to help us expand both our skills and understanding of why we were such a threat to Armand Rockman.

During this time, we were hunted by World One military forces. The domed cities were under increasingly tightened laws.

Within a brief period, we were spotted. We ran again, but this time to our destiny. Armand Rockman met his destiny too.

Light Seeders on Facebook!

To those of you who know me, and my reluctance to create, or otherwise participate in FB, this may come as a surprise. Surprise!

I also admit I am irreverent without regard to religion, our monetary system, or any other system that pits race, class, nationality, or ideology above or against another. We are part of the universe (ity). Each aspect of this masterpiece is connected in a symbiotic whole. I believe it rather foolish to hold ourselves above one aspect or another.

In fact, I value your comments as much as I do my own.

Do not expect me to respond with a truth I may grasp only temporarily. That, of course, is subject to change.

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