NeelaMegha prepares to dive to the galactic core

The Cosmic Swan NeelaMegha prepares to dive toward the center of the galactic flower.
The blue star at her heart brightens, pouring energy into her gossamer wings.

An interstellar wave spreads out from the core of the galaxy, affirming the climax of mass acquisition is near. A long awaited wave of core material is about to be ejected in a jet from the Black Hole disk. The unseeable center now beckons her with maximum gravity. Accelerating to millions of times the speed of light, she dives into the swirling center.

She will ride the wave of ejected mass and energy, ride the new quasar as it unfolds into a protogalaxy, until fully blossoms into a new galaxy where she will lay her eggs and raise her young.

Cosmic Swan Novella

A new novel, Cosmic Swan, by Bill Copeland describes the terribly painful birth of my son, Charagni, and how it seriously disturbed the people and lands of Earth. Olaf Folta captured my image as I flew by the Earth.

My heart goes out to the people of Earth who suffered so much. When I placed my egg at the base of the Asian continent, many, many years ago, I did not know that Earth would become so crowded with billions of people. The Earth is so full now that all Mankind will have to think of the Earth as their egg, where they were born, and realize that it is time to reach out for the stars to free themselves of the heaviness that holds them to their old ideas, rapidly decaying quality of life, and crowded Earth.

When I visited to Earth to see why my son was crying into space for help, I was surprised that humans were trying to destroy him. When I left my egg above the warm mantle of Earth, no people or other sentient beings populated the region. I now understand that that part of the Earth is so densely populated that people viewed me and Charagni as deadly enemies. I am sorry that so many had to suffer and die during the birth of my child Cosmic Swan. I never suspected that humans would discover fission and fusion of atoms. The use of these powerful energy sources was simply intolerable against my child. I, and the many humans that chose to join him in his flight into space, survived despite the murderous attacks.

Charagni and I are well beyond Rigel Kantarus and moving together toward Antares in the system of stars you call The Scorpion. There we will inhale from the sweet clouds of Antares, orbit Antares' blue companion, and then dive into the companion's large gaseous planet, Antar, for a deep refreshing drink.

Impossible Acceleration?

I breathe in the delicious hydrogen of space to feed the blue star at my heart. The blue star energizes me and keeps the plants, animals, and sentient symbionts warm and thriving. Every few centuries I like a drink of complex hydrocarbons from a large gaseous planet. Neptune and Jupiter are particularly satisfying. My young Charagni must drink often to build up his body and undergo the changes necessary to fly freely among the stars.

Yes, Jack. I have been watching human science develop for a thousand years. According to your physics my high acceleration is impossible, but I and my tribe have been flying around the universe for billions of years. Our flying speeds and accelerations are not theory, they are our usual way. As I fly by the 10th planet of Rigil Kantaurus, my speed is approaching the speed of light.

No Jack, my mass is not approaching infinity. I have not gained weight at all, but I'll grant you that it looks like that from Earth now. Your relatives on Earth, watching me with powerful telescopes, perceive the exertions of my wings having less and less effect, the faster I fly. But that is only an illusion. There is nothing to slow me down. Space is not a medium that becomes more and more viscous the faster I fly. It only looks that way from the outside, from the limited point of view of Earthlings. The faster we fly, the longer it takes each of my beautiful photons to reach Earth. You watch your clocks tick-tock, tick-tock, and for each tick-tock I seem to be slowing down, but I'm not slowing down. It's the illusion of Earth science.

Humans have proved I can't fly faster than light? How did they do that?

You say they built big linear accelerators and no matter how big an electro-magnetic push they gave electrons or protons, they could not push them past the speed of light? Have you thought this through, Jack? You cannot push a moon-buggy faster than you can run. Electromagnetic waves -- light -- cannot push any faster than light, so your protons cannot be accelerated any faster than light. If the proton could push itself, if it had wings, it could fly as fast as I do.

But out here among the stars I push -- I accelerate every day -- and we will arrive at the center of the Milky Way in about 300 years. I'm glad, Jack, that you came along for the ride.

Cosmic Swan Speed

Caroline joined me shortly after Charagni lifted out of the Mt. Kailas region. She wants to know:
How long it takes Cosmic Swan to travel to the center of the Galaxy, 26,000 light years from Earth?

==> After taking a refueling drink in the Rigil Kantaurus -3 system, we accelerate at about a lightyear per year-squared. We decelerate rapidly, as we encounter the dense plasma clouds thrown out by the Blackhole at the center of the Galaxy. The total time to arrive in orbit around the Blackhole is about 300 years.

Caroline then asked:
Why are we going to orbit the Blackhole?

==> Charagni will watch and wait for the best wave blowing out in the jet from the Blackhole's North pole. I will assist him to recognize the wave. I have assisted six of my offspring to surf on the waves left behind by Quasars thrown out of the Blackhole and I haven't lost one yet.

Caroline wonders why the young Cosmic Swans jump on the waves behind the Quasars?

==> Each Quasar is the seed of a new Galaxy. As the Galaxy gathers in cosmic material to form its stellar family, the young Cosmic Swan grows, swims among the new stars, and gives its people opportunities to choose new planets on which to live. When a good young planet is found, the people are set down upon it with knowledge of how to make it a good place to live for plants, animals, and the new people.

On To The Next Galaxy

As I leave the Earth where my offspring had such a struggle to be born, I have warm feelings of love for its people, animals and plants. The blue marbled planet served its purpose as the resting place for my egg. The opening of the egg and the emerge of my son, Charagni, left some scars in the land, but the Earth will heal. Those humans that remain on Earth will thrive for awhile, but the planet is fragile. The humans that chose to leave the planet as symbionts of Charagni can look forward to offspring that have an unlimited future.

Charagni is young and strong and will live for billions of years. After a good strong drink from the wine-dark sea of Rigil Kantarus 3, we swim through the cosmic sea toward the core of the Milkyway, the central mass, to the meet the great northern jet that is growing stronger as it emerges from the mother of a new Galaxy, the great Blackhole.

His long, strong wings will soften, become lighter, and grow to carry him and his people to surf on the plasma waves as they surge into space. The plasma jet creates a new galaxy, a new spinning cartwheel of stars for him, his people, and his offspring to swim in forever.

A Drink from Neptune's Sea

Thank you for joining me on this trip to Rigel Kantaurus. Before we leave the Solar System we must refuel, which means She will take a big drink from the methane-hydrogen sea of Neptune. This will give Her energy to fuel the blue star at Her heart. She needs to refuel every 75 light years, so we will have no trouble reaching the multi-star system. Between star systems She breathes space to catalyze her fuel and feed the blue star.

Your colleagues are following us with powerful telescopes and radar. As we accelerate out of the Solar System they will see our light doppler shift toward the red end of the spectrum. By the time we exit the Kuiper Belt the energy in the light they detect will be so low, they will lose us. Ha! As if we ceased to exist.

She teaches us

Neela-Megha told me her race of interstellar flyers manages resources, living partners, and behavior so that family and tribe have the best chance to live forever. No religion or philosophy that accepts or teaches the end the end of the family or tribe escapes group logical analysis until its adherents understand that they and the entire biosphere carry the Spirit and Intelligence, not some external agency of God.

Leaving Earth Orbit

Thank you for joining me and the other Purpurisians on the broad back of the Cosmic Swan -- our great living ship. Her name is Neela-Megha. You will find your stay here not so different from life on Earth. She has a warm blue star in her heart. Clouds, rain, rivers, hills, valleys, villages, mothers, fathers, children, and a wide variety of plants and animals also live here.

When close to a star such as Sol, launching out of orbit is very easy. She needs only to open her wings to the stellar wind. She effortlessly spirals away from your the star. When the star is distant, her wings reach out and swim.

Those who watch us with telescopes from Earth see our light shifting toward the red end of the spectrum as successive waves take a little longer to make the trip. But here on her back everything is normal and comfortable. As we approach the speed of light (C) relative to Earth, we are hard to follow. We can only be seen in the deep infrared part of the spectrum. We are losing electro-magnetic communication, but not leaving your universe.

We are the same as we were before. Nothing slows us. There is no force that holds us below C. From our point of view Sol and other stars fade from Red to invisible, but the light from other stars in our velocity space appear and change from ultra violet to blue. The skies around our Cosmic Swan are filled with rich multicolored jewels. Snaking and tumbling around and through those jewels are filaments of dust and and opalescent mist that change color as we accelerate toward Rigel Kantaurus.

Neela-Megha Lives in the Stars

A Swing by Earth on the Cosmic Swan

Your astrophysics lack one bit of information: you have not lived the experience of flying in the galaxy. Your theories are based, naturally, on what you see from your observatories, labs, and your probes thru the Solar System.

You must fly with me to Rigel Kantaurus. It's only 4.4 light years from Earth. You will see that nothing prevents my Cosmic Swan to fly there in 7 days. She breathes in space and flies on wings so thin we can see stars through them. Nothing prevents her from accelerating to hundreds of times light speed, but of course you cannot know that because you cannot see us when we travel so fast.

I know what your equations say: they say what you see. But of course, you cannot see anything that escapes its light cone.

The result is that I do not exist in your universe. But you exist in mine.