"The atmosphere shimmered emerald green with aurora that night, from horizon to horizon, it filled the sky. A single point was visibly pulsing a dazzling array of coulor. It would be the last signal that the Arecibo observatory would receive before it was crippled. Some suspected that the damage was inflicted intentionally to prevent further communications from being heard. This massive dish was uniquely apt at sucking in the singing, broad spectrum signal. Flaring with great intensity, Proxima Centauri, a low mass, main sequence star, was somehow transmitting a bizarre data stream. Nobody seemed to be able to translate it into useful information, yet there could be no doubt that the star was pulsing with this sort of, obviously ordered transmission. Just shy of an hour, the recording presented such a startling rhythm, and the strangest alien sounding melody, that the scientists tasked with trying to decode it would play the audible portion of the spectrum as they worked. In fact it was leaked and soon became a popular hit on all of the planets top 40 charts somehow, everyone seemed to become obsessed with it’s hypnotic draw. Almost overnight it was nearly impossible to escape it, as it was broadcast 24 hours a day on every frequency, it leapt from boomboxes, drive through speakers, car stereos, and clip on speakers, that began to hang from crowds of distracted pedestrians. It echoed out of minarets, church steeples, it was on the subway, at the grocery store, in the elevator, blaring thinly from every phone, tablet, and laptop. Gogo Kempf, one of the antenna's engineers, somehow knew, like a very select few that from the moment he heard it, that he had to stop it, he had to shut down the mountain, and disable the massive dish, and quick..."


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Proxima Calling (pt 2)

Just like the photons that were created more than 13 billion years ago traveling at what we thought was a Cosmological Constant, time is an illusion. Were you that photon, you would not experience any time at all, the journey would happen in less than an instant. In fact everything to a photon moving at the speed of light happens in less than an instant, things do not appear or disappear, they are not created or destroyed, they just are, infinitely. The universe and everything that was ever and will ever begin and end, Is, infinitely.

When we get in touch with the present, we can be with the Is, all of the possible futures and pasts unfold before us, time and space are one and at once both static and dynamic. There are an infinite amount of ways to experience the Is, these are a few of our explorations of the Infinite Is.
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Infinite Is is:
Evan Parks and Jeff Ramen

Mike Descoteaux on Bass guitar on the track "Everyone's an ocean"