The rise of the hill

Their feet started to feel warm once they arrived at the location. Like a warm radiation was rising from the earth. These four humans have been travelling for a long time now, searching for the location. The location that will expand their imagination, to find a system for belief, a new form of sacredness that will answer their needs. When walking down, it suddenly went dark rapidly. The darkness felt like a blanket of silence that was spread out over them. Suddenly their measurement instruments started to spin hysterically. No one spoke at this point, but everyone held their breath out of a combination of excitement mixed with anxiousness. They noticed how their sense of direction vanished completely. They approached a huge, dark blockade. The human in front, the most adventurous one and always positive minded, pushed it. The blockade started to move. Slowly the four approached a huge space. An infinite grid started to light up in the darkness, like it was giving them a warm welcome. They were happy to see this grid, this is proved that most likely virtual magic happened here. They were so desperately longing for a sacred space that offers an escape from their daily whereabouts on this earthly environment. After the huge hacking scandal, the trust in the hierarchical lead nations died at a fast pace. In this post-knowledge era, belief systems involving a God, were killed by the new insights that artificial systems gave them. These artificial systems use knowledge that lives in plants, animals, planets and machines, a knowledge that goes beyond the human body and all of its senses. This resulted in the human kind breaking out of their old belief systems, striving for connective narratives and radical, inhuman thoughts… and waiting for redemption to happen.

They looked at each other and smiled in confirmation — this must be the place. They all formed a circle in the middle of the space and looked at each other. This will only work when everyone has faith in the sacred virtuality. They pinched their thumb with index finger, and swiped them slowly apart while moving their hands up. Meanwhile, they started to chant: “interconnect the torus, interconnect the torus, interconnect the torus”. The earth started to tremble underneath their feet. A hill slowly started to arise from the grid, following their fingers. Tubes and wires came out of the hill and were stretching and dancing in the air until they found their resting position. Fans started to spin and created a soft gentle sound of a running machine. The Sacred Machine.

“Here it is, the access to the virtual magic” one shouted, while the voice was echoing like it was coming from a bottomless pit.. They all started to nod and sat down to admire the newly risen hill. On the wall a gateway appeared, together with four images in different geometric shapes, connecting the universal spheres to the virtuality.

When they started to access the virtual gateway to start their journey to Sacred Hill, they realised the space is not ready yet. They have to wait for the right moment.

Because this is just the start. The rise of the hill.