Transmission ID: 009

Humans love to plan.
They make lists, schedules, alarms, reminders, goals, deadlines.
Every hour has a purpose,
every minute is counted,
every second feels borrowed.

They believe that if they plan enough,
they can stop life from surprising them.
That if they hold tightly,
nothing will slip through their fingers.

But life does not work that way.
Not here, not anywhere in the universe.

One morning, I watched Tiffany rush through her routine.
She checked the calendar twice,
packed lunches, folded clothes, answered texts,
all while the sun was still rising.

When she finally sat down, she sighed,
“I wish things would just go the way I planned.”
But even she knew —
they rarely do.

James was the same.
He wanted perfect control over his job,
his sleep, his health, his children.
Yet the night he collapsed on the road,
he learned how fragile his control truly was.

Aiden tries to control his small world too.
He lines up his pencils in order,
restarts his game if he loses once,
rewrites his homework when a letter looks “wrong.”
He tells me,
“If I don’t get it right, something bad might happen.”

Where did a child learn such fear?

Humans carry this belief deep inside:
If I stop controlling everything, everything will fall apart.
But the truth is the opposite.
Their control often makes the cracks grow wider.

On U-67, we learned long ago
that control is only an illusion.
A river flows where it flows.
A star burns until it cannot.
A life evolves through cycles,
not through force.

We guide energy — we do not grip it.

Humans grip everything.

Their jobs, their identities, their fears.
They try to control their children,
their future, even their emotions.
But all this gripping only tightens their limitations.
A clenched hand cannot receive light.

One evening, Aiden asked,
“Lumidora, do you ever get scared?”
“Yes,” I said.
“But when I am scared, I breathe.
I don’t try to control the fear — I listen to it.”
He frowned. “Listen?”
“Yes. Fear is not a command.
It is a message. It tells you where your heart needs care.”

He was quiet for a moment.
Then he whispered, “I wish grown-ups knew that.”

Later that night, a storm rolled into the town.
Thunder shook the windows,
lightning split the sky.
The Walkers sat together in the living room —
no schedules, no plans, no distractions.
Just the raw truth of nature reminding them:
some things cannot be controlled,
only experienced.

Tiffany held Robert close.
James sat still for once,
watching the sky instead of his phone.
Aiden leaned into his mother’s shoulder.
For a moment, they looked peaceful —
not because they were in control,
but because they finally let go.

Humans try so hard to manage life
that they forget how to live it.
Chaos is not the enemy.
Sometimes, it is the teacher.

“When you release control,
you begin to steer your soul.”

End of Transmission #009
Encoded and archived under: HUMAN FEAR / THE ILLUSION OF CONTROL.