Meeting 11. Whats At Saturn
Meeting: 16th February 2025
Published: 21st April 2025
Meeting: 16th February 2025
Published: 21st April 2025
I hit the usual button - launch sequence: chaos - and off I go again, rocketing upwards. My house starts shrinking away beneath me like it's tired of being involved. Here we go... trip number eleven into the cosmic abyss to visit my mysterious intergalactic bestie, Shaka.
Hoop yah!
Jeepers - it's cold this time. I need a friggin' butt warmer in this thing. Seriously.
Aside from freezing my cosmic behind off, there's this stunning red glow washing over the planet - the sun's just dipping over the edge. Off to my left I can see the moon doing its usual graceful orbit around Earth. A rare moment of space-chill, and I'm here for it.
Then - warp mode: engaged. I'm max speed, shooting through one of those worm tunnels again. Yep, full throttle cosmic noodle ride.
Suddenly - schwwooop! - I stop dead. And yes, that's my official sound effect. You're welcome.
I'm just floating now, parked like a cosmic tourist with a front-row seat to Saturn. Rings and all. Gorgeous.
But wait - what is that?
There's a spaceship out there... sitting right on top of Saturn's rings. Who does that?
It's massive, vertical, and totally still - like some giant, frozen spinning top.
And then, over the comms, I hear this poetic little riddle:
"Abrupt nature, spinning dime, the infrastructure of time. Wished away in the chaos. The sublime. The futuristic."
Well, okay then. Deep thoughts with Shaka, volume infinity.
I stare at this epic spinning top of a ship, not spinning, just chilling on the rings of Saturn like it owns the place.
Yeah... this just got interesting.
Info starts trickling in - that weird download thing I get from Shaka sometimes.
Apparently, there's something about Saturn. Data... signals... transmissions - like Saturn's not just sitting pretty with its rings, it's actually doing stuff.
I'm shown this massive, swirly, hexagonal hurricane-looking thing right at the top of Saturn. And no, I'm not making that up - it looks like nature got real creative with a geometry set.
It's got this colored shimmer to it - almost like oil on water. And it's rotating... slowly, purposefully. Like it's watching me back.
Okay, Saturn. You've officially entered the chat.
"Churning the emotion of time," I hear.
I'm told - not in words exactly, more like a brain nudge - that Saturn has some kind of influence over Earth.
And that hexagonal storm? Yeah, apparently it's got something to do with it.
I don't fully get how it works, but it's like that swirling geometric monster up there isn't just for show. It's doing something - maybe sending info, shifting energy, playing interplanetary DJ... who knows.
The words flicker across the console - clear as day:
"A system of distraction."
Well that's... ominous. Or enlightening. Or both.
I stare at it, waiting for some kind of follow-up. But nope, that's all I get. Just those four cryptic little words dropped like a cosmic mic.
Yeah, it's not just a weather oddity... it's like a transmission antenna.
A giant, swirling, planetary-grade signal booster, beaming something toward Earth.
"It beams the sublime nature of the metallic man. It's seasonal, vocational, it's a control tower, it's done by line of sight."
More info flows in - like Shaka's tuning me into the behind-the-scenes channel.
Turns out, these two - the giant spinning-top spaceship and that bizarre hexagonal storm on top of Saturn - they're connected.
Not just hanging out in the same planetary neighborhood. No - one controls the other.
I hear, "Destructuring nature, the diamond control, intuitive nature, it's the focus of all authority, the diamond encrusted nature of the equivocal. Chiming, it is diamond crusted evolution."
An image suddenly flashes on the panel - and whoa, these guys do not look friendly.
Full-on nasty-looking soldiers. The kind you definitely don't want showing up uninvited to your BBQ.
"It beams ideas of fighting, it beams bad thoughts to Earth, creating tension into the minds of men."
"Warmongering the chaos ensued, you must be careful, for within nature is the queen of discovery. Beneath the dust the chaos reigns, wisdom, discovery are the must. The weakened mind as all but thwarted, beached nature and the discovery of the tower, be watchful, discerning, discover the true nature for it is forthwith."
Another image flickers onto the panel - this time, an X right in the center of the storm.
It's smack in the middle of that hexagonal swirl on Saturn - like it's the core, the exact transmission point. The heart of the whole operation.
Shaka's basically highlighting it with flashing neon arrows at this point: This. Is. Important.
The X marks the spot - literally. And it's not buried treasure... it's the business end of a galactic antenna.
"Be level headed by design and its intricacies, be the bevel that binds."
"You have been told to discover the divine, its intrinsic intuitiveness. Be systemic, rational, intuitive, for it is being told that the brethren foretold of your coming."
"Breach the nature, bind discovery and the worth of the old."
I start to wonder... which Shaka am I talking to today?
I can't see anyone - no tall glowing beings, no gentle smiles, just... me.
Uh, is this my Shaka I'm talking to? I ask out loud, feeling a bit awkward like I've just walked into the wrong Zoom meeting.
"Be sent discovery, for we are watchful."
Hmm. Not sure if that's a yes, a no... or just typical Shaka being all mysterious again.
"Be a wise woman to witness the challenge, for overthrow a nation enshrined, which each of us has taken inside the nation."
"Be within the divine and we will seek, touch the spirit of intricacies for days. Inside the nation of each of us is the wise kingdom. Each is told his own right, be the letter for it is told once, twice, thrice, the teachings."
"Vocation is a must, seek the distance, learn the lessons, teach us the ways forthwith. Each nation has the right design. Succumbs entwined. Watch the tower of discovery in each nation. Enthroned to which we must teach the individualism of nature. For it is defined that the teachable will discover their true nature, be not a vine among the woods but a tree among the pickers. You will be chosen."
Okay... who's actually sending this? I ask, scanning the room - or whatever counts as a room out here in Saturn orbit land.
"It is me-your brethren, Shaka by design. Your intricacies. Your pal."
Phew! Okay... I feel a bit more comfortable now.
"Be teachable. Be, above all else, a fatherhood: level-headed, targeted for the fine. Each of us has an instinct to watch."
"For you are a token of gratitude. Be forth, be just, incapable of isolation. You must desire to teach the wisdom. Keep the token of gratitude under your skin."
"It is but a wave of emotion. Seek the cartel that languishes within the oval."
"For we are, above all else, a breach-easily waving, climbing that tincture of aboutness. Keep your toes. Design your nation."
"It is the intricacies of the design-to stretch, above all else, the tiny wisdom. Keep the notion warm and tight within."
"For you-be teachable. Radiate discovery. Above all else, elevate the worthiness of others."
"You are worthy."
Thanks for the confidence vote, Shaka! I say, trying to hold it together.
Yes... I'm worthy, I mutter to myself in the most semi-confident tone I can manage - like a pep talk crossed with a nervous laugh.
Hey, it's a start.
"Keep the justification in your mind-foretold to be truthful. The wire teaches us."
"We wise you."
"With intricacy, we see you-beneath you, beneath your skin. Wise, escaping, challenged. Not yet fruitful. You are challenged."
"Keep the box warm, inside the luxury."
"For you are wise-greedy, succulent. Do not discord over the weakness within the greatness of design."
"Be level-headed. Do not mistrust. You are the ruler of your own mind, your own discovery. Be outward, but not ashamed."
"Read the Book of Wisdom by Patrick. It teaches the sub-design of worth."
"Keep teaching the instructions."
"You are a brotherhood of man-the wisdom instruction. Keep forth the design; you will be told when to start. Keep charged. Keep distant. Be worthy. Be ready."
"The intricacies of this nature are hard to describe. Be worthy. Trust in nature-for it is propelled by the virtue of us all."
Thank you for this information, Shaka, I say sincerely, giving a little nod to the invisible presence I think is still listening.
Even if I'm not always sure what's going on... I am grateful.
"Be told you must think hard about the true nature."
"The Tabernacle is with you. Be prepared to discover its nature. Think ahead, and be wishful. Think high-and be the defined, benevolent queen."
"Keep the torch radiating-the light of discovery is here. Teach the vocal few. Underscore the availability of each adjustment. Be not queath."
"Be a bath of frozen challenges-each one cracking in time."
Shaka drops another concept into my brain - and it's kind of brilliant.
Apparently, all my ideas and goals? They're like frozen capsules, just chilling in some energetic deep freeze, waiting.
But once one of those frozen goals cracks open - just one - it starts a chain reaction. Another one cracks. Then another. And suddenly it's like this beautiful, chaotic, unstoppable pop pop pop of progress.
A kind of perpetual-motion goal-cracking avalanche.
Honestly? I love that. Feels messy, exciting... and totally me.
"Warm your heart with a systematic approach. Be available for teaching."
"We are watching-above the hill-sending design instructions... If you are willing."
An image suddenly appears on the screen - someone standing at the top of a hill, clearly in command.
They're not yelling or flailing - just there, strong, steady, radiating that "I've got this" energy.
Okay Shaka, I get it. That's the vibe. That's what I'm supposed to see?
"Be a brethren of hope. The sky tower."
The image sharpens - it's a hilltop with a monument on it. At the very top, two ancient-looking soldiers stand back-to-back, swords drawn, like they're guarding something sacred.
It's powerful. Timeless.
I get the sense... this isn't just a monument. This is two Shakas. Watching. Standing in that classic protector stance, looking down on me - not in judgment, but like guardians.
Okay... now I really better not mess this up.
"These are the two that describe each other."
Okay... now I'm getting this image of a human guy with a beard - definitely ancient vibes. Either it's an actual wise-looking dude from way back when, or I'm seeing some kind of ancient scripture carved into something old and important.
Shaka... what is this? I ask, squinting at the image.
Is this one of those historical downloads? A symbol? A scroll? Or just the universe telling me to finally read a history book?
"The fatherhood of man. He is the instructor by design."
Who is he?
The bearded figure feels significant - not just some random wise guy from ancient times. There's a weight to him. Authority. Timelessness.
Is he a guide? A teacher? Some legendary figure I'm supposed to recognize from the galactic VIP list?
"He is the teacher-the one above all else. Of tight nature, he serves to protect the instruction of the virtuous."
"The Father."
He's wearing a big, ornate crown - the kind that says serious business, not cosplay.
I stare at him, trying to figure it out.
I'm not sure if this is symbolic, Shaka... or if this guy was (or is) actually real, I murmur.
"He is the wayward teacher of time-the discoverer of nature, the bearer of truth-for we are bound by its nature. He was the original sin, entrusted with the Cube...the Crown Cubicle."
Now I can see it - a large chest plate, kind of like Maximus's from Gladiator. It's bold, battle-worn, and clearly means something.
Right in the center, there's this diamond-or maybe it's a boxy square-shaped detail-something embedded there. I squint, trying to make it out...
Oh! It's an animal figure.
Still not clear what kind, but it's there. Proud, symbolic, and definitely not decorative fluff.
Alright, Shaka... what's the deal with his animal badge of honor?
"This is the mark of the Tiger - a symbol: 'Be wise, be thoughtful, and teach others.' Above all else, check the nature."
I'm getting another image now - something's poking out of this thick, dark vertical cloud of gas. It's barely visible, just enough to make me lean forward like that'll help me see better.
Classic Shaka move - using imagery like cosmic poetry. Not just telling me things, but showing them... in the most cryptic way possible, of course.
Okay, Shaka... I'm guessing this cloud means something hidden? Or something emerging? Or... both?
I wait, half-expecting a lightning bolt or another riddle to follow.
"That's them, hiding in there-the evils. The treacherous must be discarded. The yin and the yang, forever tangled in our muck. Be away with them. They are in our veins... like beetles."
"You are... worried about the teachings?"
Yeah... I don't really understand why I'm getting these images, I admit, letting out a breath.
Do they have some real meaning for me? Or am I just missing the point completely?
I pause, rubbing the back of my neck. Honestly, I think I'm just a bit dumb sometimes.
Then I catch myself and smirk. Okay... maybe not dumb. Just... human. Trying to make sense of the universe one weird vision at a time.
"We will teach you the word. Be an anointment. Feather the tone. Lighten the mood. Each person has a mind of its own. We teach."
Alright, I'll write this down - so it's official. I've agreed. Then... I'll publish it.
"Go forth between the lines. Each of us is but a tooth in the mouth-a wise placement, a feature, a ratio. Behold: we are the tooth, the rich nature... quick."
The message comes through - "Quick, patch your hole."
Well... that's delightfully vague and mildly alarming.
Uh, Shaka? Metaphorical hole or actual cosmic wardrobe malfunction? I ask, half-joking, half-panicking.
Either way... noted. Patch. The. Hole.
Okay, Shaka... what does that actually mean? I ask, brow furrowed.
Quick, patch your hole - is this some kind of energetic leak? A mental gap? An emotional blind spot?
"Breach."
Wait... does that mean I'm losing information? I ask, suddenly concerned.
"You will be told-inquisitive, black mind, whiskful. Inside each glowing casket, be wary of the mind."
I keep getting this image - tiny little black things, like specks, moving through veins inside my head.
Okay... that's a little unsettling.
Shaka, is this symbolic? I ask, trying to stay calm. Or should I be worried about some kind of cosmic brain glitter clogging my circuits?
Feels like it means something - interference maybe? Disruption? Or some kind of signal static inside me?
Whatever it is... can we clean that out, please?
"Gutter."
Shaka... do I need to get these things out of me physically? I ask, my stomach doing a little nervous flip.
Like... are we talking detox? A cleanse? Or is this more of a spiritual spring cleaning kind of situation?
Because if you're suggesting I need an exorcism and a green juice, I'm gonna need a minute.
"Each has its own method. You must sow the seeds."
"A wise man once said: Be focused. Be not in. Be a charge-an unrelenting shadow-for you are weak."
Yeah... I know, I admit quietly. I am feeling weak right now - and totally distracted.
It's like my focus is just... scattered. I want to be all-in, but my brain's doing cartwheels and checking out snack options at the same time.
I'm trying, Shaka. I really am.
"Be forth-you are told to teach the discovery within the institution. Be broken. Be open. Choose wisely the feet of propulsion. Within each has been told: a wire, a blueprint, and a soul. Keep them together-they are entrusted with the spirit. You will live long."
Shaka... could you explain that a little more for me, please? I ask, trying to push through the fuzziness.
I'm listening - really. I just need a bit more clarity. Break it down for the distracted, slightly-overwhelmed human on this end of the transmission.
I smile faintly. You know... the one with the snack cravings and the patchable hole.
"Touch the fluid, emotion. Be bequeathed with the design of spiritual nature. If you so desire, it will be entrusted."
Yes, please, I say softly. I wish for this to be entrusted.
Whatever this is - the message, the mission, the whole slightly insane adventure - I'm here for it.
You can trust me with it, Shaka. I might stumble a bit... okay, a lot... but I won't let it go.
"Are you? Do you wish to be foretold?"
Yes please!
"Instruct this creature-too wise to tell you off."
I'm not sure if you're addressing me or someone else, Shaka, squinting into the space around me like that's going to help.
So I answer back, a bit more direct this time:
Yes please - I am instructing this creature to tell me.
"Who are you to tell me? I am the Institution, the Wire, the Noise. Each within you is a discovery. Feed each other. Relish each other. We are contained in the atoms of each of us. You are told to be eaten-but it is not by command. By nature, each must understand the role of the other. Be told: You are the Book of Revelation - each intrinsic, foretold in your nature."
May I interrupt, please? I ask gently, my voice a little shaky.
I just... I don't feel strong enough to do this by myself.
Right then, I hear it - Shaka taking a deep breath. Not annoyed, not impatient... just that calm, steady presence.
Like they already knew I'd say that. And they're here anyway.
"Be told: the rubber solution is inside the secular. If you are each told by design-the token. Do not be swayed or persuaded by the events of nature. Its true nature lies beneath. Keep the solitude. Win the race. For you are tightening the hold, and lavishing what you have been told."
I'm shown an image now - of a person lying flat on their back.
It's me.
Just lying there.
Vulnerable. Exposed. Like I've surrendered everything because I honestly don't know what else to do.
Okay, I whisper. Message received. That's where I'm at right now.
"Resurrection," Shaka blurts.
"You must be forced-or coerced-into creation. There is a system available, one each of us must take."
"Be each explainable. And above all else-teach the wisdom. For you are control, habitat, and willfulness. Each is told its wisdom."
"Be a bubble of nature-for you are wise, discerning, and chronic."
I still don't understand... why me, Shaka? I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Out of everyone, why am I the one getting these messages, these images, this... cosmic rollercoaster of responsibility?
I sit with the question, hoping - maybe this time - I'll get something more than just mystery and metaphors.
"Be not told you are not chosen-be told: you are discovered. There's a difference. Each person within has a choice: whether to open in, disclose, or weaken."
"Bring forth your chosen discipline. Each of us has a unique nature-designed from antiquities. Like a rubber hash, a fulcrum opening in nature. Teach wisdom. Be the beginning."
Shaka... can I ask questions? I ask cautiously.
Or am I just supposed to stay quiet and listen?
Because honestly, I have so many questions - but I don't want to mess this up by talking when I should be tuning in.
"Be abrupt. Foretold-you are chosen."
Okay, okay... I nod slowly. I think I'm finally starting to get it - what you really mean by chosen, Shaka.
It's not about being special or perfect.
It's about being willing. Open. Stubborn enough to keep going, even when I don't have a clue what I'm doing.
Yeah... I think I understand now.
"Your fortuitous nature means you question the design. It is foretold: you will breach nature-and somehow bring a tone to the structure."
How do I do that, Shaka? I ask, a little more grounded now, but still totally unsure.
Understanding is one thing - doing is a whole different level.
How do I step into this... chosen thing the right way? What does that actually look like for someone like me?
If it involves robes or chanting, just a heads-up - I might need a tutorial.
"Think carefully, Overture. Keep discussing the nature."
"Keep the clock going. Maintain the robustness of the design. Each of us is being told-within-what to furnish. Be patient, henceforth."
"We watch. We tower-your every move."
Thank you, Shaka... for everything so far.
What do I do now, please? I ask softly.
"Be inching. Be deliverance. Inch forward. Level up. Be discreet. You must bring forth the design-as disclosed."
So... this is part of the design, right? The beach landing... and all the human things? I ask, trying to connect the dots.
Because if this whole emotional rollercoaster is actually part of the plan, I guess that makes me slightly less of a hot mess... and slightly more on track.
"You have been instructed. Keep the tone. Ask for forgiveness-and you shall receive."
Can you please forgive me, Shaka? I ask quietly, heart in my throat.
What did I do wrong?
I search the space around me, the silence, the stillness - hoping it's not disappointment I'm feeling, but just... a lesson I haven't quite understood yet.
I'm trying. I really am.
"You are abrupt. Seek the slow movement of the snail-moving the furniture. Inches amount to feet."
Ah... so that's it.
I get it now - I've been expecting too much, too soon, letting the realization settle.
Classic me, wanting the whole cosmic manual on day one.
Okay, Shaka... I'll slow down. Breathe. Trust the process.
Even if the process feels like trying to read a map made of stardust and metaphors.
"You are favorable to the wisdom. Each of us must be toned. Be correct."
"It is but a wise decision to take on this goal-for the severance."
"Take back the eclectic nature of discovery. Token all that is above."
Shaka shows me the image of the Dalai Lama again - gentle, wise, unwavering.
"Travelling. These are the fabled-the wise sage."
Shaka... did you just confirm that I need to seek him out? I ask, eyes narrowing slightly as the Dalai Lama's image lingers.
Like... actually find him? In person? Just confirming.
Because wow, that's kind of a big task. And also, I'll need a passport, a plan, and maybe a little divine scheduling help.
"Keep an atonement of watch. Whiskful, everlasting peace-the other way. Teaching us the wise King. Keeping the records."
Thank you, Shaka, I say sincerely, grounding myself for the next step.
What's the optimum way for me to get this message out?
Should I write it? Speak it? Post it? Publish a cosmic newsletter?
I'm open - just tell me the best path, and I'll follow it... even if it involves hashtags and caffeine.
"You must be atoned with the voice of discovery. Keep watchful. We are at peace soon. The evolution instruction is in the design. Be a brother of love. Be a token of cherishment. For you are a lust agreement and divine instruction. Act as if you will be atoned for your workmanship-it is an even playing field."
OK, thank you, Shaka, I say, heart full and head buzzing just a little.
Is there anything else you'd like to tell me... before I float off into the unknown again?
I wait, open - ready for one last download, riddle, or maybe just a wink from the stars.
"In the event of this disclosure, inside each of us is a wave of excitement."
You... or humans? I ask, eyebrows raised.
Because if I'm just the messenger... I better make sure I really get it right.
"Each of us."
"With the way that the brethren teach-clucky, oven solitude."
Thank you, Shaka, I say with a half-laugh. Not totally sure I got all of that... but I'm trying!
Seriously, cosmic messages don't come with subtitles - but I'm doing my best to keep up.
If there's a recap version later... I'm all ears!
"Your focus is elsewhere."
Yeah... I think it is today, I say slowly, feeling that subtle shift in energy.
It's always kinda... straying, though. Drifting off in ten directions at once.
Classic me. Classic day. Classic Shaka session.
"Be proportionate. Be wide. You will adjust. Read the token display on your office floor. Leave the distrust. Above all else-keep the faith. We are the way."
Anytime you're ready for the next step - or just need to ramble about Saturn storms and cosmic pep talks - I'm here.
"Believing!"
Shaka gives me that subtle nudge - that quiet, unmistakable it's nearly time to go feeling.
Alright... I can take a hint, I say with a soft smile.
Thank you, Shaka. For all of it.
Even if my brain feels like it's been through a cosmic blender - I know it matters. I'll be back. You know I'm persistent like that.
"There you are - interested with the gift of solitude. Be broken. Be wise. Sustain the truth-for it is the oven's nature to contain within. Be a brethren of hope in a wave of notion."
"Be forth. Be proven. For it is the twitch of nature. Open up."
"You are devout. Rejoiced. Keen-go and govern. Teach."
An image lights up on the console - the Lincoln statue in America.
Alright, Shaka, I say, eyes fixed on the screen. Leadership. Integrity. Speak the truth, even when it's heavy.
Message received... loud and marble-clear.
"For you are the cloud of judgment. Seek the solace. Be truthful. You add a wire-the connection binds. I am intimate with you."
"Inch forward. Be truthful-and you will be discovered."
"For it is time to leave."
Bye, Shaka.
Sending my love - and a whole heap of gratitude.
Thank you so much. Until next time...