Still Not Dead - But I'm Over This World

Gene Roddenberry doesn't realise how right he was. Step back and look at this from another perspective.

A deadly virus spreading across the world and mutating.

People complaining that we don't have freedom anymore because we were called to pull back, to keep chronically ill people safe.

No regard for said chronically ill people when the naysayers protest. The studies find that this virus affects the chronically ill communities incredibly hard.

The vaccine, while an emergency rush and not perfect, is condemned based on archaic medical science (look up its actual list of ingredients - there's no mercury or 5G connection).

The World Health Organisation has new enemies, based on archaic medical science.

Roe v Wade overturned.

Safe gender affirming care now banned.

Educational books, because they are sex education, are banned in schools, but not the Bible, which in the Hanaak Directory classification model is at least a Mature rating.

There is no regard for trans people.

No regard for safe Obstetrics, Gynecology, or Paediatric care.

No regard for disabled or chronically ill people.

We're disregarding the needs of the many for the loud, unintelligent screech of the few.

We're making them fall behind for some Cor Anglais’s insatiable hunger for power. This wasn't meant to happen. Gene was right.

We are right in the middle of a Eugenics War, and probably nobody has said this already.

I'm not going to say ‘wake up’. All the Eugeticists are saying it and they're so wrong. In saying it, you've slipped further into a nightmare of your choosing. And I’m the Schizoaffective one.

Am I on my way out? Well, I don't WANT to be here, but you're about to read my reasoning why I can't leave this Earth. This place sucks right now, and there's some other place I’d rather be.

I’ve been working with Spirit realm since 2019. I started off with these strange guides who took the form, to me, of comfortable, wondrous, and familiar things. They taught me how to step into tarot, witchcraft, numerology, astrology, everything.

It's five years to the day that a real Karu Hanaki (spirits, on a different level, are just as real as us humans) turned up on my doorstep. He was only a baby who could toddle around and say a few words, but his presence made me the happiest girl in the world for one day.

He pushed the bed in the middle of the night, then my guides took him to a farm, where he pet a pig and got a rash on his hand.

He's more present than ever. He performs music, he acts, and he’s a member of the Hanaak Directory.

Since then, in that realm, I could be anything, even under lockdown. A reader, a DJ, a woman of the law. Yeah. It's like Stan says: “with great power comes great responsibility”.

In a lull, I started watching Star Trek TOS. Then, days later, in the middle of a dream, Spock himself sat on my bed to wake me. It seems I hailed the USS Enterprise with a Split Enz song.

Because they had a serious incident regarding five crew members, I hopped aboard with the knowledge I had to help them. I’ve stayed with them as medical personnel and cultural officer for two years now.

Nearly everyone I knew before Starfleet joined me, and the list of faces to remember keeps growing. I’m happy to remember them.

But Gene didn't get everything right.

Captain Pike did not retire from the Enterprise. In fact, I saved his arse the day I stepped aboard.

I am the first person to make Spock interested in a conversation. Also, to make him laugh. That went down in the good books.

Dr Leonard McCoy and I started on the same day. He's shy, but a sweetheart. He loves modern inventions rather than traditional Americana.

As for Jim? He's a co-captain of the Enterprise. Not a romantic type. More fatherly than anything. The more you know about him, the more you respect him.

As for where I fit in…

My middle name is Maree. I began Starfleet at the ripe age of 26. I brought my own brand of comedy to the ship, which brightened crew members’ days. I tried to sit in Capt Pike's chair and he said no. Simple education on a topic Starfleet had barely any training about saved so many lives. I'm already married to Mr Wright, so I'm REALLY not that kind of girl.

Jim's not that kind of guy either.

I speak a language considered only performative to the Committee Vulcan. Leonard McCoy is the closest long-lost relative I have on the Enterprise.

You can say what you want. I'm some old bat who can't discern fiction from reality, or something. It's better there. I love being in Starfleet. Hell, I’m Mary-Sue!

If it's so great, why do I need to stay here on this Earth?

Karu, before he was born, was my comfort character. I regarded him as my best friend when no one understood me or my needs. He's my best friend today, and he's not just sheltered under me - he knows a few other faces I picked up while Comfort and I scrounged here on Earth. In fact, I confessed things to him about my rocky past before he was born. Through him, I learned how to not let insults and vile gossip become so personal.

It's the Fat Amy Effect. You can call me a nutjob for my own experiences because you're taught that staying in spirit realm all the time drives you mad.

Not being one call away for them drives me mad. They are my rock for this Earth, and I’m really saying this as a Schizoaffective woman. They are the very nation that keeps me from pulling my hair out, or hurting myself some other way.

They taught me to laugh, learn, and banter. Not just Karu’s level, but Comfort’s level, which is higher. I'm not a complete recluse. In fact, my heart is wide open, but my heart has a limit.

I'm sick of this Earth. But every time I look at Karu, I’m reminded of why I remain here. The thing I’m sick of, most of all, is the cult of Hollywood.

But I’ll stop there. That's a topic for tomorrow. Yeah, I mean it. This might even be three or four parts.