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future room records presents... |
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"The Beauty Bomb " is the source for the text used in "The Beauty Bomb" sound recording, and was the 3rd "Big Picture" Mini-Book following "A World of Aliens: Battle for Earth"... It features a character briefly introduced in "The Furture Room" novelette. |
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| The Impenetrable Fortress… It was Galexia’s mission and her fate to prove something largely not accepted as true on her planet – that the makings of the Organic Being in its fabric of heart and thought was much stronger and more sturdy than solid metals and more persuasive than missiles. Poetry was on her side, and passion. In a simple act of grace, she was to show that the gentle whisper is louder than all the yelling in the world; the stammering of a romantic heart against the tanks of insanity and annihilation. |
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were many rumors. Some theorized that the source of her great power was
an energy gained from trusting – over time – in irrational
moments…and those subtle joys known only from the relishing of impractical
diversions and silly games. She had somehow stored and transmuted these
states of mind and harnessed their energy into a force that could beget
universes with the slightest movement of her finger; to open gateways
of time through the slightest flash of her throat.
The rebels would not be able to stop her for in her peculiar innocence, she was the true radical. Her lack of defenses and |
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thus lack of walls became an impenetrable fortress. After all, how could you attack what was not there? How can you defeat an opponent unwilling to play and who can rewrite the rules just by thinking of them. It became quick knowledge that Galexia was not to be trifled with. Space Princess … Galexia was a Space Princess living on a planet being ravaged by war – but it was more than a class struggle and a vying for territory, but a war of hatreds and prejudices escalating into terrible violence. |
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It was her destiny to penetrate the psyche of her planet’s citizenship with a vibratory resonance generated completely by her strange mental activity. It was a wavelength she was to transmit…one that would awaken the sensibilities of her world, Planet Alriita. She was one
hip chick with enormous power, though not of a military nature, nor of
finance. But her prolonged sensitivity to irrational behavior had built
up a warehouse of magical inclinations based on instincts and intuitions. |
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| She would alter the destiny of nations with the fluctuation of her breathing patterns, and crumble paradoxes with the flow of her garments. And most importantly, she was unafraid to take on the warring nations as an individual without military might or political office. Just a woman with an idea, and a willingness to meld her mind with the history of time. It was only as an individual that she could access the exact states of mind necessary to alter the course of Planet Alriita’s destiny, and overthrow the Blindness Plague crippling her people. |  |
She
would throw this web of emotion and organic fields of psyche into space
as a ball of energy with a transformative power to exert her will over the
very structure of matter. Buildings would crumple. Colors would reconfigure.
And so too, paradigms would shift from this simple interior outburst of
source decisiveness. Far
away from the battlefields, the boardrooms of war strategists, and the
clamoring of media reportage, Galexia worked alone in secret – in
her small floating studio. It was a room of potions and incantations scribbled
on small scraps of paper that were tacked to the walls with needles and
sewing thread. |
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She collected all her thoughts in this manner and gathered her energies by harnessing this warehouse of sentiments into a sound channel she would one day, in a single moment, open and deliver unto the lap of the world. A Basic Miscalculation… Another factor in the Equation of Planet Alriita’s unruly predicament of growing tensions was the media generated perceptions of the planet’s condition, constructed for its own inhabitants, using a device of Control |
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which was itself an insidious invention built to create false excitement in people to replace--and as a substitute for--real experience and natural pleasures, like thinking and creating, known as the making of culture. The reason for this distracting of the populace is that real self-exploration and its resultant arts (which fill life with beauty and purpose) don’t directly beget fiscal profit and the supporting of institutionalized inequality that sustains the gluttonous and unnecessary overabundance of the rich. The media network had become the mouthpiece of the Silver Empire, which itself was situated out of sight, behind the facades
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of televisions and radios that sent its signals directly into personalized dwelling spaces throughout the planet. While opinions may have differed across its various locales, the acquiescence to the demands of a basic miscalculation concerning the true nature of power was worldwide; the value of internal victories were overshadowed completely by external access to better goods and services. |
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None of this was lost on Galexia, of course, who continued scribbling down each reflection into her notebook, which would become the initial base materials supporting her private revolution. She thought of cavemen carving their visions onto cave walls while she quietly sipped her coffee, looking out into the night sky…
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| Locked
inside each Being is the most powerful weapon known to mankind – the
human heart. It stays locked in its chamber; century’s pass, the heart
endures.
Galexia’s experiment was to open this weapon and unleash its power in a blast of colour and beating pulse. This is the story of The Beauty Bomb; the most unexpected weapon in the war of Planet Alriita.
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This unconventional weapon had the strange power to ruin men and yet to illuminate men’s very nature and produce intense states of salvation. This latter effect was the focus of Galexia’s efforts during this pivotal stage in her planet’s development. A study of any playground in any nation will bear the same results: that we can share the wealth of resources available. At the end of the day, even money is only a concept we’ve been playing with. Sharing planetary power, like the five points of light on a star or simply five fingers spread from the hand, we can live on a borderless planet, as one people. |
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Recognizing this came down to a simple matter of the heart. Down through the ages, the heart had been in a more or less perpetual state of closing; a survival mechanism for a time, but one that had outgrown its usefulness. The experiment of ‘The Beauty Bomb’ necessitated the opening of this chamber that guarded the power of the planet’s core and would be essential in fulfilling the planet’s ultimate mission to engage in a powerful transmutation of energy that would actually transform the nature of personal reality; |
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the planet’s physical form would indeed change and expand to meet its new self-image…one of love unfurled. The beauty bomb could only be ignited by this rare organic energy source carried by the human population, which mirrored the heart of the planet. A little belief in the creative power of people was a necessary ingredient to the recipe…and just a little belief in the creative power of the universe. ** Stavo
Mustang Craft is a conceptual artist living in Brooklyn, New York. |
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