The details emerging from the attack on Shamballa are good news. Only a few burns and cuts were the injuries incurred by our personnel. The attack was put under wraps and the appearance of a 5 mile wide saucer in the remote desert can't be found in any news reports - or after action reports. While we are in a remote location, some civilians must've seen the ship descend. We've recovered 37 unexploded GBU-12 Paveway missiles that were launched at Shamballa or the Confederation saucer but apparently were neutralized from a distance. And so far 16 JDAM equipped ordnance have also been recovered and the perimeter is littered with countless shell casings and other ordnance from the unsuccessful assault. I'm having them carefully gone over by some of our lab boys to see what exactly was done to them to make them fall to the Earth, without even so much as a dent. Clean up crews with metal detectors are painstakingly going over every sector to make sure no ordnance pollutes the pristine desert and prevent some poor hikers from having a nasty surprise. Oh...and one lucky fellow found an 1855 'Half Dime' or nickel.
It all still seems surreal. Sometimes I wonder just how different my life has become since that star-gazing session in the middle of July. It hasn't even been four months and yet it feels like I've known Yal-hune for years now. Maybe it's interfacing with her consciousness that imparts a greater sense of time. Like I walked into a parallel universe.
She has all these abilities and yet she is the most humble person I know. I have to force myself to try and view her with some semblance of equilibrium. Biasing her over-positive will only draw circumstances which will take her away from me.
I try to remember her words, "Everything is good." It's hard. Events like this one, seem to be only bad, but I know she knows the future and with such knowledge is constantly seeing both sides an results of all sorts of events. I know my future will be determined by how well I can keep this balance - even during the apparently worst circumstances. And even in the best, I must not see only the good. It's those biases that come back to bite one. Each moment is a test. Each moment is wondrous and filled with equal amounts of good and evil and I am just not always aware of this.
Sometimes I start thinking about asking her out on a date. I know it's crazy, but the thought keeps popping in. I know she doesn't bias, which is good for me,yet I also know she understands why its best that romantic partnerships should be between equals. I just wonder what it would be like to take her out to a restaurant or go shopping with her. She might not blend in easily, but she could pass for human. Heck, I know she could pass for anything she wants to, with her abilities.
I know she has already shared consciousness with me and I should be happy to leave it at that, but sometimes I think I am socially programmed to desire the whole elaborate trappings that come with courtship or a close relationship. I need to know more about her world's customs - and yet to do so I have to ask her and my thoughts will reveal me. I already put strong 'privacy markers' on this thought train, though I know she probably already knows my desires better than I do. I guess in the end I have to trust her. I can't just let her lead me around, but I would be a fool not to listen to her advice very, very closely. I always thought I had my hormones under complete control and yet since she arrived it feels like a second puberty. All the awkward moments, blushing, preoccupation with sex, insecurities and the rest seem to have flared up since she arrived. It's like her field or aura, I guess, acts as a powerful catalyst. Next thing you know, I'll find myself needing to shave twice a day. In some ways I feel like a kid again. The excitement, the never knowing what the next day will bring and feeling buoyant and exuberant about life and everything. I find I have more patience than I used to. All the little irritants that creep up on one and which bother now don't seem important at all.
Awhile back, an event like this would have made me want revenge on those who planned it. I would work tirelessly to see 'justice' done. Now, I know the culprits are just pawns and puppets. And even those who are the puppet masters are themselves puppets of other powerful forces outside their own cognizance. If I bias them, I tie myself to them, negatively and who wants that? I don't. Yal-hune has opened my eyes and given me all the information I need to sail my own vessel through the most treacherous bays. If I am being targeted by the Norchans - even now - I must use every tool Yal-hune has given me to maintain that equilibrium. All the fears and insecurities that pop up are becoming clearly foreign to MY thoughts. I can spot them easier. The artificiality of them is becoming more apparent. This is what I need to do. Yal-hune told me - discern! And I am going to do just that. Each negative thought, each lower emotion that surfaces I am going to filter out - because I now know these things are not of me. I will get stronger and my consciousness will be more free to think thoughts uninterrupted and diverted.
I realize now I should ask Yal-hune out on a date. My hesitancy and self-doubt was not really me, only whispered fears scratching at my front door and which I allowed in. We will be fine. There is nothing to fear save fear itself. First though, I want to know more about her world and other worlds. I want to learn! I feel like a kindergartner just starting to learn of the world. And unlike certain times in the past, I want to learn because I want to know and experience more that the universe has to offer, not just because knowledge is a tool to exploit.
Dating an extraterrestrial will work best if I build up a more compatible body of knowledge. Those Atlantean history texts, Isis is doing cartwheels over, will be a good place to start.
Friday, November 06, 2009
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Uninvited Guests & Party Crashers (Part 38)
I look at the satellite overheads of Shamballa broken down into 30 sectors. Something large is beginning to eclipse the imagery, blocking my real time view of the base and surrounding land. Possibly a thousand troops and dozens of armored heavy artillery are approaching. Several planes are approaching at mach 4 and I am expecting explosions to be heard above me. While this facility was designed to survive a nuclear strike, it is by no means indestructible, when targeted by those who are supposed to be on your side.
Tech2 points looks closer at the monitor. "It's growing - whatever it is."
"SIR! We have an unidentified object descending over us and it is enormous!"
"Yes, I see it on the satellite. Where are the planes?"
"I can't find them! They were on my radar and then they just disappeared! I would have sworn they launched missiles just before they disappeared. But I can't detect them. They may be a new breed of stealth missile. The EMF pulse gun has no targets!"
"I've got a really bad feeling about this."
Tech2's statement mirrors my own thoughts on the matter. I remember we have EMF craft at our disposal but I also recall that it requires mental equilibrium to fly them and in my mental agitated and emotional state, this means they are useless.
"Oh my God...it's a Confederation spaceship!"
"What?"
"I just got this image in my mind from someone on board that spaceship...these are the ones who enforce the quarantine of Earth. A Confederation ship!"
"Are they on our side?"
"Yes. I think they are. Look! The troops are firing on the ship with their artillery and handheld rocket launchers!"
"It's not having any effect whatsoever!"
"Do you think the planes turned back when they saw that thing descending?"
"I would...wouldn't you? It must be at least five miles in diameter."
I activate the ground camera viewpoints. Which are built into subterranean titanium shafts and which have lenses resistant to direct arms fire and explosives. As they inch up over the grounds, I see the special forces troops advancing and see scenes of heavy fighting as they give everything they've got against the Confederation ship.
"Is the confederation ship attacking them?"
"Not that I can see. It simply continues to descend."
"It could flatten this entire base?"
"Yes, and everyone out there has to be thinking they are going to get flattened too. That's why they are focusing their fire on the ship and not Shamballa."
"They sure as hell didn't expect to see this!"
"My God! look!"
"The soldiers are ceasing fire and retreating. They are turning the vehicles around. What the heck is going on? They haven't even been attacked by our forces yet?
Yal-hune returns to my mind.
"They will depart now."
"All Troops this is Tech1 - stand down and return to base!"
"What happened?"
"The attack has been called off and they have been ordered to retreat."
"By whom?"
"The President was made aware of what was going on. He called it off."
"He wasn't aware of it before?"
"No. The President of the US has been shielded from blatant overshadowing to some degree for the past fifty years on Earth. It has been policy to protect the individuals in that position from malfeasance. This attack was orchestrated by those who are not so protected and could be manipulated. However, once the President became aware of this unauthorized use of the military he immediately ordered its cessation."
"Well, three cheers for Obama. Why did the Confederation spaceship descend? I thought they didn't interfere in Earth affairs?"
"This particular sequence of events was entirely the artifact of strong overshadowing. Much stronger than they usually employ. The confederation has taken the position that such blatant interference in human affairs will meet a form of cancellation. The Norchans wanted this base destroyed and me with it. The Confederation has effectively canceled out or balanced the Norchans interference and has made clear to the Norchans that any such future interference of this nature will also be canceled out. Hundreds of minds had been overridden and outright controlled to get this attack to occur. Even for the Norchans who usually count upon repetitive thought 'suggestion' this was a blatant outright interference in human affairs."
"Where did you go?"
"I went aboard the Confederation ship to review the series of events that caused this particular attack. They measured the strength of the signals used by the Norchans and they were in excess of anything they have used against humanity before. This created a new shift and the Confederation was authorized to negate this interference as a form of preserving the quarantine."
"Will they block all overshadowing?"
"No. There is a fine balance to these things. Here let me share it with you directly."
Her mind joins with mine and she thinks about the many nuanced complexities the Confederation takes into account. The 'addicted to overshadowing' Norchans, the other lower worlds that would turn against the Confederation if the Norchans signals were completely blocked and much more. The weight and direction of trillions upon trillions of souls in 100s of worlds is included into their equation and resultant decisions. Earth is only so important in the galaxy evolutionary program and seems like a tiny, tiny fish in a sea full of fish.
Tech2 is staring at the monitors and watching the troops leave. It seems completely bizarre to be the target of a full-scale assault and then as quickly to have that assault cease. Hopefully, there were no casualties. Many of the troops here know these folks and have worked alongside them. This type of fighting is insane. I get a glimpse of how it must have felt for Northerners and Southerners fighting their American neighbors during the Civil War.
Yal-hune suddenly materializes in my office. Tech2 turns and looks almost faint.
"I will never get used to that sort of thing. Can't you at least add a sound effect like the transporters on Star Trek? That way I can mentally brace myself."
Yal-hune laughs her delicious laugh and I see that this whole event is not biased by her at all. It's as if it never happened, or is just as important as bringing in the morning paper. Visiting the Confederation ship probably refreshed her and permitted her to speak among her own kind.
"There you go again. No, my time spent here or there is equally enjoyed by me. I have balance. To enjoy the company of some over others eventually attracts situations in which you will constantly be around those you disapprove of and bias negatively."
"I never thought of it that way."
"Yes, and that is why you have found yourself chained to many people whom you biased negatively and this bias distanced you further from the people you wanted to be with!"
"Tech1 is messed up, isn't he?"
Tech2 laughs and is enjoying seeing Yal-hune set me straight.
"Would you like me to start to list your imbalances?
"No, no...that's fine. Tech1 clearly needs more help than I do."
Tech2 turns towards the door.
"I'm going above to take charge of clean up and check everything out."
"That sounds like a good idea."
I look at the monitors and see that many of the troops have retreated to outside Shamballa's perimeter.
"Yal-hune...what about this ship. 1000s of troops and other people must have seen it. Wont that change things?"
"Many thousands of people have seen our craft before and it has not yet ever changed the balance of things. Approximately 1,276 people have seen the craft and understand its origins are extraterrestrial. The overshadowers will exploit this and some will start conspiracy theories and such. In the miasma of confusion and a lack of knowledge, the appearance will be contributed to many things, from projection/illusion to a new secret military craft. Because the ship never did attack the troops there will still be many questions. Most people will not believe others when they say they have seen a extraterrestrial craft."
I'm mentally exhausted and stressed. I can't wait to find time again to peruse the Atlantean books.
"Remember...it's all good."
Yal-hune smiles and she shares her equilibrium with me..and suddenly the stress of this event vanishes.
Tech2 points looks closer at the monitor. "It's growing - whatever it is."
"SIR! We have an unidentified object descending over us and it is enormous!"
"Yes, I see it on the satellite. Where are the planes?"
"I can't find them! They were on my radar and then they just disappeared! I would have sworn they launched missiles just before they disappeared. But I can't detect them. They may be a new breed of stealth missile. The EMF pulse gun has no targets!"
"I've got a really bad feeling about this."
Tech2's statement mirrors my own thoughts on the matter. I remember we have EMF craft at our disposal but I also recall that it requires mental equilibrium to fly them and in my mental agitated and emotional state, this means they are useless.
"Oh my God...it's a Confederation spaceship!"
"What?"
"I just got this image in my mind from someone on board that spaceship...these are the ones who enforce the quarantine of Earth. A Confederation ship!"
"Are they on our side?"
"Yes. I think they are. Look! The troops are firing on the ship with their artillery and handheld rocket launchers!"
"It's not having any effect whatsoever!"
"Do you think the planes turned back when they saw that thing descending?"
"I would...wouldn't you? It must be at least five miles in diameter."
I activate the ground camera viewpoints. Which are built into subterranean titanium shafts and which have lenses resistant to direct arms fire and explosives. As they inch up over the grounds, I see the special forces troops advancing and see scenes of heavy fighting as they give everything they've got against the Confederation ship.
"Is the confederation ship attacking them?"
"Not that I can see. It simply continues to descend."
"It could flatten this entire base?"
"Yes, and everyone out there has to be thinking they are going to get flattened too. That's why they are focusing their fire on the ship and not Shamballa."
"They sure as hell didn't expect to see this!"
"My God! look!"
"The soldiers are ceasing fire and retreating. They are turning the vehicles around. What the heck is going on? They haven't even been attacked by our forces yet?
Yal-hune returns to my mind.
"They will depart now."
"All Troops this is Tech1 - stand down and return to base!"
"What happened?"
"The attack has been called off and they have been ordered to retreat."
"By whom?"
"The President was made aware of what was going on. He called it off."
"He wasn't aware of it before?"
"No. The President of the US has been shielded from blatant overshadowing to some degree for the past fifty years on Earth. It has been policy to protect the individuals in that position from malfeasance. This attack was orchestrated by those who are not so protected and could be manipulated. However, once the President became aware of this unauthorized use of the military he immediately ordered its cessation."
"Well, three cheers for Obama. Why did the Confederation spaceship descend? I thought they didn't interfere in Earth affairs?"
"This particular sequence of events was entirely the artifact of strong overshadowing. Much stronger than they usually employ. The confederation has taken the position that such blatant interference in human affairs will meet a form of cancellation. The Norchans wanted this base destroyed and me with it. The Confederation has effectively canceled out or balanced the Norchans interference and has made clear to the Norchans that any such future interference of this nature will also be canceled out. Hundreds of minds had been overridden and outright controlled to get this attack to occur. Even for the Norchans who usually count upon repetitive thought 'suggestion' this was a blatant outright interference in human affairs."
"Where did you go?"
"I went aboard the Confederation ship to review the series of events that caused this particular attack. They measured the strength of the signals used by the Norchans and they were in excess of anything they have used against humanity before. This created a new shift and the Confederation was authorized to negate this interference as a form of preserving the quarantine."
"Will they block all overshadowing?"
"No. There is a fine balance to these things. Here let me share it with you directly."
Her mind joins with mine and she thinks about the many nuanced complexities the Confederation takes into account. The 'addicted to overshadowing' Norchans, the other lower worlds that would turn against the Confederation if the Norchans signals were completely blocked and much more. The weight and direction of trillions upon trillions of souls in 100s of worlds is included into their equation and resultant decisions. Earth is only so important in the galaxy evolutionary program and seems like a tiny, tiny fish in a sea full of fish.
Tech2 is staring at the monitors and watching the troops leave. It seems completely bizarre to be the target of a full-scale assault and then as quickly to have that assault cease. Hopefully, there were no casualties. Many of the troops here know these folks and have worked alongside them. This type of fighting is insane. I get a glimpse of how it must have felt for Northerners and Southerners fighting their American neighbors during the Civil War.
Yal-hune suddenly materializes in my office. Tech2 turns and looks almost faint.
"I will never get used to that sort of thing. Can't you at least add a sound effect like the transporters on Star Trek? That way I can mentally brace myself."
Yal-hune laughs her delicious laugh and I see that this whole event is not biased by her at all. It's as if it never happened, or is just as important as bringing in the morning paper. Visiting the Confederation ship probably refreshed her and permitted her to speak among her own kind.
"There you go again. No, my time spent here or there is equally enjoyed by me. I have balance. To enjoy the company of some over others eventually attracts situations in which you will constantly be around those you disapprove of and bias negatively."
"I never thought of it that way."
"Yes, and that is why you have found yourself chained to many people whom you biased negatively and this bias distanced you further from the people you wanted to be with!"
"Tech1 is messed up, isn't he?"
Tech2 laughs and is enjoying seeing Yal-hune set me straight.
"Would you like me to start to list your imbalances?
"No, no...that's fine. Tech1 clearly needs more help than I do."
Tech2 turns towards the door.
"I'm going above to take charge of clean up and check everything out."
"That sounds like a good idea."
I look at the monitors and see that many of the troops have retreated to outside Shamballa's perimeter.
"Yal-hune...what about this ship. 1000s of troops and other people must have seen it. Wont that change things?"
"Many thousands of people have seen our craft before and it has not yet ever changed the balance of things. Approximately 1,276 people have seen the craft and understand its origins are extraterrestrial. The overshadowers will exploit this and some will start conspiracy theories and such. In the miasma of confusion and a lack of knowledge, the appearance will be contributed to many things, from projection/illusion to a new secret military craft. Because the ship never did attack the troops there will still be many questions. Most people will not believe others when they say they have seen a extraterrestrial craft."
I'm mentally exhausted and stressed. I can't wait to find time again to peruse the Atlantean books.
"Remember...it's all good."
Yal-hune smiles and she shares her equilibrium with me..and suddenly the stress of this event vanishes.
Uninvited Guests (Part 37)
I sit at my '64 McGuire desk, which is built like a vault. I have taken out one of the Atlantean texts and placed it upon it. I have the symbol key Isis and the translation team worked 468 hours on to develop. I wanted to do a little reading and partake of a book that predates the bible by tens of thousands of years.
Looking at the book you would never believe it is old. You would think it is new. And not only that you would think it is a new type of book and very, very expensive. The covers are metallic in appearance, yet soft as glove leather to the touch. Our lab boys have determined it is an alloy related to aluminum but stronger and more flexible. Spectral and tensile analysis are still incomplete.
One opens the book much as a normal book by turning the cover. However, the book seems to know when it is being touched. As soon as I grab the cover and start to open it, the cover comes to life. The shiny metallic cover seems to morph and shape a picture. In this instance, the image is of a young girl near a tree. The girl is adorable and looking right at me. Then it appears as if she is looking towards the edge of the cover, inviting me to read the book. The tree behind her rustles at the same time. I can only assume the cover is made out of some cell like web that can be sent signals by an unseen microchip. Yet the book has no apparent batteries or electronics of any kind, which is what makes it so wonderful and incredible. Even today this technology is impressive and looks beyond state of the art. I can only imagine what would happen to someone in possession of a book like this during the Catholic inquisitions. The owner(s) would quickly find themselves burning at the stake for witchcraft and sorcery.
When I remove my hand from the cover, the girl looks back at me and then after about ten seconds, fades away. The weird thing is, I know I have seen this type of book before. Not quite a deja-vu, but close. Just so familiar, like a memory not quite in reach. I take the book cover in hand again and the girl and the scene reappears. The image is lifelike, like a photograph or movie and not drawn, yet also seems enhanced from reality somehow. It's hard to explain. As I turn open the cover I am confronted with sparkling pages of what appear like white vellum. The symbols embedded within the page are metallic and seem alive somehow. I look at them and they sense my consciousness somehow. Each character I look at seems strangely accented when my eye falls upon it. Like each character was keyed into my mind and suddenly became bolder, brighter or both. And again, this seems so familiar, as if I should know I have read thousands of books that do this. I look at my cheat sheet developed by Isis and try to match the characters/symbols.
The girl from the cover appears again as I turn the page. She must be an Atlantean girl. and appears about 8 years old and is dressed in clothing that is unlike any clothing I have ever seen in style and apparent material. Her garment wraps around her neck like a turtleneck and then drapes down over her arms like a poncho. It has geometric cut outs in the flowing material, revealing another layer underneath of a different color and the clothing looks more like it is wearable sculpture. Her hair is gold and worn long, but folded back towards the crown - like many ribbons tied into a bow at the crown is a head ornament of some sort that fastens the hair to the crown. The garment reaches down to below her knees and she has some sort of one-piece pant-boots on underneath in the same metal/cloth material and which capture the sunlight and twist it along the length of the pant-boots. She turns towards me and appears to be gazing right at me, as if she can see me. She begins to speak and I see her lips move as I hear the words in my mind! It is beautiful. The Atlantean language makes French appear stiff and guttural! It is exquisite! It flows so smoothly and is so melodic! It is the prettiest language I have ever heard.
The symbols on the next page appear and are accentuated in sequence as she speaks. My mind is compelled by the duality of the mental words and the visual script upon the page. They somehow were meant to complement each the other and permit greater understanding and feeling with the story. Though I cannot speak Atlantean, the message I hear in my mind indicate this book is about a girl who went on adventures of various sorts - it is a children's book!
The base alert sounds. I close the book and replace it on the shelf where it sits safely.
"Tech1 here, whats going on?"
"We have a breach in sector 21. There must be 40 or more heavily armed assailants all in black and wearing state of the art concealment garments. They look like special forces sir. We also now read three armored vehicles with heavy artillery."
"Yal-hune, can you hear me?"
"Yes, I am here."
"We have intruders breaching our remote perimeter in section 21. Do you have information about them?"
"Yes, they are special forces out of Fort Bragg. They have been ordered to try and kill me. They also have orders to destroy this facility or weaken it so it can be destroyed by air strikes."
"Sir, more troops and vehicles in sector 27! A group about the same size was picked up by the satellite. Orders sir?!"
"Hold on."
"I can deploy our forces and engage in a bloody fight. These guys will be equipped with a basic knowledge of our weapons and facility schematics. You are the only variable they cant account for. Can you put a field up around this facility?"
"I could, but I don't want to interfere."
"Even if it will mean many deaths?"
"I could turn myself over to them."
"What?"
"Then they would have no reason for destroying this facility."
"Is this assault the work of the Norchans?"
"Yes. It is - as well as one other world that is terribly afraid the Earth will make another technocratic jump. They have been very busy overshadowing many people to get this result."
"Sir, four objects just entered our airspace. They are moving at Mach 4! ETA 25 seconds! Orders?"
"Deploy teams Alpha through Delta, activate the EMF pulse guns and position troops on all towers. Lock down all the sub levels and launch Fighter Squadrons SD1 and 4. Defend the base - don't hold back. These folks are deadly serious."
"Yes, sir!"
"Yal-hune?"
I sense she is gone. I don't know where. I open up my armoire and pull out a state of the art SDAI combat suit. I don't like this at all. Tech2 enters.
"This is it, isn't it? This is a full scale assault! Where's Yal-hune?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know. Can't you talk to her mentally?!"
"That's just it, she's disappeared and her mind and thoughts are completely closed off to me right now."
"They're going to kill everyone here just to get to Yal-hune - and she's not even here!?
"Stay calm. We've still got technology on our side."
I activate my full array of monitors that feed me signals from cameras and satellite imagery of this base from space. I see that four more sectors have troops and vehicles entering. A small army is being deployed against us.
"Deploy ALL combat personnel! Deploy ALL aircraft and combat vehicles!"
Tech2 points at a monitor. "What the HELL is THAT!!!!"
I take a look and see the satellite imagery blocked off as though it were experiencing an eclipse.
(To be continued...)
Looking at the book you would never believe it is old. You would think it is new. And not only that you would think it is a new type of book and very, very expensive. The covers are metallic in appearance, yet soft as glove leather to the touch. Our lab boys have determined it is an alloy related to aluminum but stronger and more flexible. Spectral and tensile analysis are still incomplete.
One opens the book much as a normal book by turning the cover. However, the book seems to know when it is being touched. As soon as I grab the cover and start to open it, the cover comes to life. The shiny metallic cover seems to morph and shape a picture. In this instance, the image is of a young girl near a tree. The girl is adorable and looking right at me. Then it appears as if she is looking towards the edge of the cover, inviting me to read the book. The tree behind her rustles at the same time. I can only assume the cover is made out of some cell like web that can be sent signals by an unseen microchip. Yet the book has no apparent batteries or electronics of any kind, which is what makes it so wonderful and incredible. Even today this technology is impressive and looks beyond state of the art. I can only imagine what would happen to someone in possession of a book like this during the Catholic inquisitions. The owner(s) would quickly find themselves burning at the stake for witchcraft and sorcery.
When I remove my hand from the cover, the girl looks back at me and then after about ten seconds, fades away. The weird thing is, I know I have seen this type of book before. Not quite a deja-vu, but close. Just so familiar, like a memory not quite in reach. I take the book cover in hand again and the girl and the scene reappears. The image is lifelike, like a photograph or movie and not drawn, yet also seems enhanced from reality somehow. It's hard to explain. As I turn open the cover I am confronted with sparkling pages of what appear like white vellum. The symbols embedded within the page are metallic and seem alive somehow. I look at them and they sense my consciousness somehow. Each character I look at seems strangely accented when my eye falls upon it. Like each character was keyed into my mind and suddenly became bolder, brighter or both. And again, this seems so familiar, as if I should know I have read thousands of books that do this. I look at my cheat sheet developed by Isis and try to match the characters/symbols.
The girl from the cover appears again as I turn the page. She must be an Atlantean girl. and appears about 8 years old and is dressed in clothing that is unlike any clothing I have ever seen in style and apparent material. Her garment wraps around her neck like a turtleneck and then drapes down over her arms like a poncho. It has geometric cut outs in the flowing material, revealing another layer underneath of a different color and the clothing looks more like it is wearable sculpture. Her hair is gold and worn long, but folded back towards the crown - like many ribbons tied into a bow at the crown is a head ornament of some sort that fastens the hair to the crown. The garment reaches down to below her knees and she has some sort of one-piece pant-boots on underneath in the same metal/cloth material and which capture the sunlight and twist it along the length of the pant-boots. She turns towards me and appears to be gazing right at me, as if she can see me. She begins to speak and I see her lips move as I hear the words in my mind! It is beautiful. The Atlantean language makes French appear stiff and guttural! It is exquisite! It flows so smoothly and is so melodic! It is the prettiest language I have ever heard.
The symbols on the next page appear and are accentuated in sequence as she speaks. My mind is compelled by the duality of the mental words and the visual script upon the page. They somehow were meant to complement each the other and permit greater understanding and feeling with the story. Though I cannot speak Atlantean, the message I hear in my mind indicate this book is about a girl who went on adventures of various sorts - it is a children's book!
The base alert sounds. I close the book and replace it on the shelf where it sits safely.
"Tech1 here, whats going on?"
"We have a breach in sector 21. There must be 40 or more heavily armed assailants all in black and wearing state of the art concealment garments. They look like special forces sir. We also now read three armored vehicles with heavy artillery."
"Yal-hune, can you hear me?"
"Yes, I am here."
"We have intruders breaching our remote perimeter in section 21. Do you have information about them?"
"Yes, they are special forces out of Fort Bragg. They have been ordered to try and kill me. They also have orders to destroy this facility or weaken it so it can be destroyed by air strikes."
"Sir, more troops and vehicles in sector 27! A group about the same size was picked up by the satellite. Orders sir?!"
"Hold on."
"I can deploy our forces and engage in a bloody fight. These guys will be equipped with a basic knowledge of our weapons and facility schematics. You are the only variable they cant account for. Can you put a field up around this facility?"
"I could, but I don't want to interfere."
"Even if it will mean many deaths?"
"I could turn myself over to them."
"What?"
"Then they would have no reason for destroying this facility."
"Is this assault the work of the Norchans?"
"Yes. It is - as well as one other world that is terribly afraid the Earth will make another technocratic jump. They have been very busy overshadowing many people to get this result."
"Sir, four objects just entered our airspace. They are moving at Mach 4! ETA 25 seconds! Orders?"
"Deploy teams Alpha through Delta, activate the EMF pulse guns and position troops on all towers. Lock down all the sub levels and launch Fighter Squadrons SD1 and 4. Defend the base - don't hold back. These folks are deadly serious."
"Yes, sir!"
"Yal-hune?"
I sense she is gone. I don't know where. I open up my armoire and pull out a state of the art SDAI combat suit. I don't like this at all. Tech2 enters.
"This is it, isn't it? This is a full scale assault! Where's Yal-hune?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know. Can't you talk to her mentally?!"
"That's just it, she's disappeared and her mind and thoughts are completely closed off to me right now."
"They're going to kill everyone here just to get to Yal-hune - and she's not even here!?
"Stay calm. We've still got technology on our side."
I activate my full array of monitors that feed me signals from cameras and satellite imagery of this base from space. I see that four more sectors have troops and vehicles entering. A small army is being deployed against us.
"Deploy ALL combat personnel! Deploy ALL aircraft and combat vehicles!"
Tech2 points at a monitor. "What the HELL is THAT!!!!"
I take a look and see the satellite imagery blocked off as though it were experiencing an eclipse.
(To be continued...)
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Extraterrestrial Music - Music of the Spheres (Part 36)
The meeting of Thor and Yal-hune went better than expected. He left with a promise to continue to endeavor to preserve Yal-hune's freedom and security.
Yal-hune did not once mention my discussion with Isis. Isis has been talking with the translation team and Yal-hune in order to put pressure on me to release some of the Atlantean books, and the history they contain, to appropriate public agencies. Isis has no idea I have been keeping a public blog, disseminating all sorts of stuff as I see fit, and I wonder if she would still find me so heartless if she knew about it.
Yal-hune approached me with the request for more taped dissertations. I am awaiting her arrival at any moment.
As if on cue, Yal-hune walks through the door. Not opening it with her Fortezza card - simply passing through it as if it were a hologram and had no substance.
"You'll have to teach me that trick, sometime!"
"If I thought it would serve you well, I would. Like all lessons there is a time and place. Do you have the recorder ready?"
"Yes, it's here. Let me switch it on."
I fumble over my desk as I reach for the micro-cassette recorder. Yal-hune is looking hotter than Mt. Veusuvius on the last day of Pompeii. She has done something with her hair and it sits coiffed on the back of her head in an intricate geometric design that looks like it would take hours and hours to create. Her field is powerful and I sense her gently augmenting my consciousness with her own equilibrium. I've noticed she does this when she gives a dissertation. I switch on the recorder and place it facing her.
"Ok, It's going."
"Great. Today I want to talk about music. Music is, like all things, a precise science. Your world enjoys music and realizes that music alters mood - though almost no thought has been expended towards why this is so and how to achieve greater and greater musical expressions.
Music is a series of frequencies. Music is sound with intelligence.
While musicians on your world today stumble upon chords and harmonic elements for their compositions, the science of music is almost completely unknown to them. On our world and many, many more that are well in advance of the Earth, in regards to musical expression, the science of music is understood and applied.
Consciousness is like a musical composition. Each thought interfaces and flows into the next. Its cues come from the environment. Music is the intelligent application of sound and its frequencies to alter or adjust consciousness. Happiness, introspection, wonder, excitement, ecstasy, triumph, love, compassion and much more can be orchestrated into a composition so as to skillfully adjust the listener's consciousness.
Your world has a phrase, 'music of the spheres' that relates to celestial or 'heavenly' music. On our world this music of the spheres is more than just a descriptive phrase. We have real spheres that resonate with a great range and permit this intelligent reverberation. A musician can think up a symphony or a melody with his/her thoughts and immediately hear these thoughts translated into music. As a result, the ability of the composer to compose a tune of precisely the right notes and chord structures is unparalleled. Whatever feelings he/she wants to convey can be honed to a fine perfection. Music composition becomes an exercise of the mind and its ability to attune itself to all sorts of things in the universe that surround it.
Great concerts are held in enormous auditoriums where composers share their music and we have choirs in which minds sing - not voices. The most beautiful moments imaginable can be had when sharing and feeling the transcending joined minds of others.
When your world begins to understand even the most rudimentary scientific principles behind music and its relationship with the mind your world's music will make enormous strides. The many discordant chords and combinations found in music will be understood. Why one likes one song over another will also be understood. Today the movie makers understand the importance of a soundtrack in keeping the viewer emotionally vested with the film they view. Manipulation of emotions can be achieved with music. In a real sense, music is a form of thought control on Earth. Primarily because the listeners are not forearmed with this knowledge of signals and their correlation to consciousness and thought."
"Okay, that is all for today. You can switch off the tape recorder."
"Yal-hune?"
"Yes?"
"Did you sing in a choir on your world when you were younger? For a moment I had a vision of you in wondrous chamber with walls as iridescent as mother of pearl and you were standing in a simple gown alongside dozens of other girls."
"Yes, you were seeing truly. On our world almost all children start this mental musical development and harmonizing. It is part of our educational fabric. If you would like...when you go to sleep tonight, I will travel with you to my world for a concert. You might not remember it upon awakening, but its lingering effects will provide a quickening and a balance."
"I would like that very much."
"Let your readers know about it. They are invited to come too."
"I will. I'll include this conversation into the transcript."
"That's fine."
Yal-hune turns and walks right out the way she came in. For a moment, I realize just how privileged I am to know her, spend time with her and learn from her. The Genie of the lamp is loose and she is the most beautiful Jinn, inside and out I have ever encountered.
Yal-hune did not once mention my discussion with Isis. Isis has been talking with the translation team and Yal-hune in order to put pressure on me to release some of the Atlantean books, and the history they contain, to appropriate public agencies. Isis has no idea I have been keeping a public blog, disseminating all sorts of stuff as I see fit, and I wonder if she would still find me so heartless if she knew about it.
Yal-hune approached me with the request for more taped dissertations. I am awaiting her arrival at any moment.
As if on cue, Yal-hune walks through the door. Not opening it with her Fortezza card - simply passing through it as if it were a hologram and had no substance.
"You'll have to teach me that trick, sometime!"
"If I thought it would serve you well, I would. Like all lessons there is a time and place. Do you have the recorder ready?"
"Yes, it's here. Let me switch it on."
I fumble over my desk as I reach for the micro-cassette recorder. Yal-hune is looking hotter than Mt. Veusuvius on the last day of Pompeii. She has done something with her hair and it sits coiffed on the back of her head in an intricate geometric design that looks like it would take hours and hours to create. Her field is powerful and I sense her gently augmenting my consciousness with her own equilibrium. I've noticed she does this when she gives a dissertation. I switch on the recorder and place it facing her.
"Ok, It's going."
"Great. Today I want to talk about music. Music is, like all things, a precise science. Your world enjoys music and realizes that music alters mood - though almost no thought has been expended towards why this is so and how to achieve greater and greater musical expressions.
Music is a series of frequencies. Music is sound with intelligence.
While musicians on your world today stumble upon chords and harmonic elements for their compositions, the science of music is almost completely unknown to them. On our world and many, many more that are well in advance of the Earth, in regards to musical expression, the science of music is understood and applied.
Consciousness is like a musical composition. Each thought interfaces and flows into the next. Its cues come from the environment. Music is the intelligent application of sound and its frequencies to alter or adjust consciousness. Happiness, introspection, wonder, excitement, ecstasy, triumph, love, compassion and much more can be orchestrated into a composition so as to skillfully adjust the listener's consciousness.
Your world has a phrase, 'music of the spheres' that relates to celestial or 'heavenly' music. On our world this music of the spheres is more than just a descriptive phrase. We have real spheres that resonate with a great range and permit this intelligent reverberation. A musician can think up a symphony or a melody with his/her thoughts and immediately hear these thoughts translated into music. As a result, the ability of the composer to compose a tune of precisely the right notes and chord structures is unparalleled. Whatever feelings he/she wants to convey can be honed to a fine perfection. Music composition becomes an exercise of the mind and its ability to attune itself to all sorts of things in the universe that surround it.
Great concerts are held in enormous auditoriums where composers share their music and we have choirs in which minds sing - not voices. The most beautiful moments imaginable can be had when sharing and feeling the transcending joined minds of others.
When your world begins to understand even the most rudimentary scientific principles behind music and its relationship with the mind your world's music will make enormous strides. The many discordant chords and combinations found in music will be understood. Why one likes one song over another will also be understood. Today the movie makers understand the importance of a soundtrack in keeping the viewer emotionally vested with the film they view. Manipulation of emotions can be achieved with music. In a real sense, music is a form of thought control on Earth. Primarily because the listeners are not forearmed with this knowledge of signals and their correlation to consciousness and thought."
"Okay, that is all for today. You can switch off the tape recorder."
"Yal-hune?"
"Yes?"
"Did you sing in a choir on your world when you were younger? For a moment I had a vision of you in wondrous chamber with walls as iridescent as mother of pearl and you were standing in a simple gown alongside dozens of other girls."
"Yes, you were seeing truly. On our world almost all children start this mental musical development and harmonizing. It is part of our educational fabric. If you would like...when you go to sleep tonight, I will travel with you to my world for a concert. You might not remember it upon awakening, but its lingering effects will provide a quickening and a balance."
"I would like that very much."
"Let your readers know about it. They are invited to come too."
"I will. I'll include this conversation into the transcript."
"That's fine."
Yal-hune turns and walks right out the way she came in. For a moment, I realize just how privileged I am to know her, spend time with her and learn from her. The Genie of the lamp is loose and she is the most beautiful Jinn, inside and out I have ever encountered.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Non-disclosure (Part 35)
"So you see, that this is the breakthrough of a lifetime for the entire planet. We have to go public with some of this."
Isis is in my office. As usual she's done the impossible and cracked the Atlantean script. As far as I know, she did not ask for any assistance from Yal-hune, and I don't think Yal-hune would assist in such matters. Regardless, Isis has been reading many of the Atlantean texts and has only slept 6 out of the last 34 hours because she could not get herself to stop reading the many Atlantean texts once she could translate it.
"Why do we have to go public? Make your case."
"These books contain the history of the past 1,000,000 years on Earth. This is human history here and everyone on Earth has a right to know it!"
"A right?"
"Well...they deserve to know it!"
"Who does? The people preparing fake tombstones on their lawns to scare the neighborhood little kids? Are those the sterling ones who are interested in the past million years of human history? Or is it the college professors busy teaching history as they want it to be viewed? Are those fossilized, left-leaning, crooked and inflexible trees the ones who deserve to know the real history of the planet? Or could it be the kids who are, right this moment, getting the answers for their homework by asking strangers on the web to do it for them on Yahoo Answers? Or playing on their Wii? Or playing Vice City for hour number 2,356? No. The world deserves what it has. They don't deserve this. Try again."
"God, you can be a son-of-a-bitch at times! Okay. Okay. Let's put it in reverse - can you tell me NO one out there deserves to know the million year history of Earth we have just uncovered?"
"Yes, I can. The world's not ready for this. Not now. The leaders of this world are Grade A idiots - each and every single one. The governments are jokes. Our government is a joke. The masses are not capable of using any of this knowledge constructively. It would BURDEN them. They don't care about what happened 50 years ago - much less 1 million! Teachers can't manage to cover even the several hundred years of fairly well known human history they are charged with disseminating to their pupils. It's just way too much. And when they know we have these books - what do you think they are going to want? You think they give a rat's tush about history? No way. They will want to know how this stuff can serve them - make them richer, live longer or have power over others. If it doesn't make their life 'better' knowledge is worthless."
"Someone out there cares. You know they do. Some children, some teachers, some parents, some people. Not everyone deserves to be demonized by you, you self-righteous SOB!"
"Make your case. WHO? WHY? Who NEEDS to know this and why? You know they are getting along swimmingly without it, right now. You KNOW that all this information and history will be just as useless as history of the Byzantine empire is to the average 5th grader."
Isis is in tears. I hate to play the devil's advocate, but for now these things need to be kept under wraps.
"Your heart is in the right place, but you know that the world is not ready, does not care and - to be brutally honest - does not deserve this information. Don't cry. Get some sleep. We'll talk about it more later. None of these things are running away."
Isis lifts her head, "Underneath your nice guy exterior, lurks a man who is really heartless."
"You may think so. I used to think like you do, Isis. I really did. I was naive and believed people were basically good and caring. Time passed and a learned more about people. It's this knowledge that you still lack. You're still young. Wait another decade or two and we'll see if you don't see things quite differently. But, like I said - get some sleep. You're exhausted."
"I cracked the script...I have a right."
"You have the right to get some sleep. You seriously need some sleep."
"What happened to you? You really hate humanity don't you?"
Something in her words strikes a chord. Even though I have been working for humanity for decades now, her words sting with an unrecognized truth.
"I don't hate humanity. I understand it."
"I don't think you do. You look down on everyone. You judge them -often mercilessly. What happened to you? When did it change? Who hurt you so bad that you can't see the good in humanity any more?"
"Nice try. The personal attack technique won't work either. The data stays here."
"...because you hate humanity. You might as well complete the sentence."
"If you want to believe that, that is fine with me."
"I'm, surprised I never saw this in you before today. Sure, bits and pieces have emerged but now I see the big picture. Go ahead keep those texts on your shelf. Have them classified eyes only and keep it out of all the grubby human fingers that don't live up to your standards."
"That's enough. You may return to your quarters."
"Fine. I don't think I enjoy looking at you right now anyways."
Isis walks out and I'm surprised at her fury and even more surprised at her personal attack on me, which bordered on insubordination. I think of what Yal-hune had told me about my pasts and how I did hate humanity when living on other worlds. Is it possible, even now, that I have harbored this hatred of humanity, unrecognized? Is there really someone out there who could use this knowledge constructively? Are there any kids who would really care? Do they need to care? Am I creating some arbitrary litmus test of worthiness, because I really don't care about humanity?
I'm tired too. I half keep expecting Yal-hune to chime in my head and take sides with Isis but, fortunately, I think she is asleep.
However, I realize I need to analyze my thoughts and attitude a bit closer.
Isis is in my office. As usual she's done the impossible and cracked the Atlantean script. As far as I know, she did not ask for any assistance from Yal-hune, and I don't think Yal-hune would assist in such matters. Regardless, Isis has been reading many of the Atlantean texts and has only slept 6 out of the last 34 hours because she could not get herself to stop reading the many Atlantean texts once she could translate it.
"Why do we have to go public? Make your case."
"These books contain the history of the past 1,000,000 years on Earth. This is human history here and everyone on Earth has a right to know it!"
"A right?"
"Well...they deserve to know it!"
"Who does? The people preparing fake tombstones on their lawns to scare the neighborhood little kids? Are those the sterling ones who are interested in the past million years of human history? Or is it the college professors busy teaching history as they want it to be viewed? Are those fossilized, left-leaning, crooked and inflexible trees the ones who deserve to know the real history of the planet? Or could it be the kids who are, right this moment, getting the answers for their homework by asking strangers on the web to do it for them on Yahoo Answers? Or playing on their Wii? Or playing Vice City for hour number 2,356? No. The world deserves what it has. They don't deserve this. Try again."
"God, you can be a son-of-a-bitch at times! Okay. Okay. Let's put it in reverse - can you tell me NO one out there deserves to know the million year history of Earth we have just uncovered?"
"Yes, I can. The world's not ready for this. Not now. The leaders of this world are Grade A idiots - each and every single one. The governments are jokes. Our government is a joke. The masses are not capable of using any of this knowledge constructively. It would BURDEN them. They don't care about what happened 50 years ago - much less 1 million! Teachers can't manage to cover even the several hundred years of fairly well known human history they are charged with disseminating to their pupils. It's just way too much. And when they know we have these books - what do you think they are going to want? You think they give a rat's tush about history? No way. They will want to know how this stuff can serve them - make them richer, live longer or have power over others. If it doesn't make their life 'better' knowledge is worthless."
"Someone out there cares. You know they do. Some children, some teachers, some parents, some people. Not everyone deserves to be demonized by you, you self-righteous SOB!"
"Make your case. WHO? WHY? Who NEEDS to know this and why? You know they are getting along swimmingly without it, right now. You KNOW that all this information and history will be just as useless as history of the Byzantine empire is to the average 5th grader."
Isis is in tears. I hate to play the devil's advocate, but for now these things need to be kept under wraps.
"Your heart is in the right place, but you know that the world is not ready, does not care and - to be brutally honest - does not deserve this information. Don't cry. Get some sleep. We'll talk about it more later. None of these things are running away."
Isis lifts her head, "Underneath your nice guy exterior, lurks a man who is really heartless."
"You may think so. I used to think like you do, Isis. I really did. I was naive and believed people were basically good and caring. Time passed and a learned more about people. It's this knowledge that you still lack. You're still young. Wait another decade or two and we'll see if you don't see things quite differently. But, like I said - get some sleep. You're exhausted."
"I cracked the script...I have a right."
"You have the right to get some sleep. You seriously need some sleep."
"What happened to you? You really hate humanity don't you?"
Something in her words strikes a chord. Even though I have been working for humanity for decades now, her words sting with an unrecognized truth.
"I don't hate humanity. I understand it."
"I don't think you do. You look down on everyone. You judge them -often mercilessly. What happened to you? When did it change? Who hurt you so bad that you can't see the good in humanity any more?"
"Nice try. The personal attack technique won't work either. The data stays here."
"...because you hate humanity. You might as well complete the sentence."
"If you want to believe that, that is fine with me."
"I'm, surprised I never saw this in you before today. Sure, bits and pieces have emerged but now I see the big picture. Go ahead keep those texts on your shelf. Have them classified eyes only and keep it out of all the grubby human fingers that don't live up to your standards."
"That's enough. You may return to your quarters."
"Fine. I don't think I enjoy looking at you right now anyways."
Isis walks out and I'm surprised at her fury and even more surprised at her personal attack on me, which bordered on insubordination. I think of what Yal-hune had told me about my pasts and how I did hate humanity when living on other worlds. Is it possible, even now, that I have harbored this hatred of humanity, unrecognized? Is there really someone out there who could use this knowledge constructively? Are there any kids who would really care? Do they need to care? Am I creating some arbitrary litmus test of worthiness, because I really don't care about humanity?
I'm tired too. I half keep expecting Yal-hune to chime in my head and take sides with Isis but, fortunately, I think she is asleep.
However, I realize I need to analyze my thoughts and attitude a bit closer.
Monday, October 26, 2009
The Wonder of Life (Part 34)
The winds are howling across sterile rock outcroppings and dust. The lonely old Saguaros feel the wind pass through their many prickly fingers. An owl hoots somewhere in the distance, knowing the night is his daytime. Stars, far more than I could ever care to count, are my companions overhead - a meteor streaks across the firmament descending in the northeast and far brighter and larger than any meteorite I have ever seen. It feels like a portent.
I slipped out of the security of Shamballa to stargaze. I needed to get away, all by myself - and think.
So much has happened over the past two months. My life, in so many ways, is more than I ever could have asked for, yet I am restless. I am expectant as well. I don't know of what, but it is something significant. I have this great big hole in my personality that used to be filled up with a desire to save the world. Now I don't know what I want. Sure, I want Yal-hune, but I know we can never be equals and such relationships never work out. At the same time, it's hard to imagine myself settling down with 'just' an Earth woman after having experienced oscillation with Yal-hune. She's given me the greatest gifts any human has ever received and here I am, alone, complaining to the stars. And knowing that some of the worlds orbiting some of those stars are actually able to hear my thoughts is yet another disconcerting tidbit to round out my consciousness.
What do I want?
I don't know. All the material pursuits are meaningless. Money? For what? I've got a real 'UFO' type spaceship at my disposal, have traveled through time to the future and even seen Earth with the naked eye from out in space - things all the money in the world can't buy. Buying new things from today, after seeing the MIMIR artifacts, seems like visiting the antique store. I suppose one part of me wants to leave Earth and explore the galaxy. Sure, it might be fun living out Star Trek for real - exploring strange new worlds and seeking out new life. However, with my luck, I'd probably get upset or express some low emotion and the ship would explode. Besides, I know I was born here on Earth for a reason and it wasn't to wait around until I could take the quickest space craft to leave again. And already a part of me knows that even the most glorious worlds I might arrive at, would still leave me hungry for something more. Lasting satisfaction and contentment are not for humanity. We are given brief moments and then must start a new quest all over again.
It was so much easier when I wanted to save the world. That is a quest one can never achieve and so one is always happy and can always find something to do with such a goal. Yal-hune has taken that away from me. Well, actually she has helped me take it away from myself. It's all part of this balance thing. With new highs come new lows - if one is not careful. Because of my positive over bias of Yal-hune and all the rest I have been privileged to experience, I now transpose myself into the dark abyss. In many ways Yal-hune is a dream come true. Probably more than a dream come true, as I could never have dreamed all the things she can do and has done for me. Recalibrating my life, with a foot in Yal-hune's universe and the rest of me on Earth, is its own form of perdition. I can't fully live in either and so I am in a nether-world of sorts. Enjoying momentary highs beyond all reason and then returning to a mundane world that seems more and more like Heck, with each passing day.
Maybe that's how she really sees this world - a sort of hell, where everyone personifies lower mental expression: selfishness, insecurity, hate, fear and sadness. Even this funk I am in is part of this miasma of darkness that cloaks the Earth.
"I can't permit you to continue. You are off-equilibrium again! How many times must I teach you the secret to true, lasting happiness and contentment? Equilibrium. Balance. Equanimity. These things are your doorway out of your funk. And make no mistake about it - your funk was orchestrated in large part by one of those worlds orbiting the stars above you. When you let them steer you into a self-pity-a-thon, you give them the keys to your consciousness and let them drive you straight off a cliff! Those depressed thoughts are not you! Discern. Discern. DISCERN! You are a happy soul, even now you are bubbling up on the inside when you hear my voice, understand my words and you are filled with love - not just for me - but for your life. Everyone on Earth is - they just don't listen closely enough to their true thoughts!"
"I picked up an overshadower somewhere along the way. I can feel it now."
"Yes, you will be targeted. Constantly. Don't forget the time differential! They need only spend 1 minute out of each hour in their overshadowing pursuits and the result is 24/7 coverage here on Earth! They have plenty of time to steer you towards negative interests, try and get you depressed - or more accurately - get you to agree with a train of thought they have written and orchestrated!"
"And what could be more hellish than such a predicament."
"Yes. But YOU wanted to be here on Earth, so that you could experience such overshadowing - and master it. If you can find your true voice while living here on Earth, amongst a sea of overshadowers playing humanity like a fiddle, then you will make another step towards mastery of these material worlds. Yes, our galaxy is just the beginning. Here's another tidbit never before revealed to a human: planets are like atoms. Each atom has an isotope - and each planet have the equivalent - worlds that are related, but stepped up and more complex. Physical worlds give way to energy worlds of ever greater refinement."
"I Love you Yal-hune."
"And I love you too...infinitely. Haven't you figured it out yet? Each soul has the opportunity to grow infinitely closer to all others. As they become more developed, they spend more time with more souls - and do this on up through infinity. You love millions of souls - billions. And you will have an infinite amount of time to get to know and grow closer to each and every one."
"You already love each human here more than they could comprehend, don't you?"
"Yes. And everyone on this world will someday be in the exact same position, if they keep progressing positively and seeking out constructive pursuits."
I know every word she has spoken is true. She has revealed the Wonder of Life to me, when I most needed such a revelation.
I slipped out of the security of Shamballa to stargaze. I needed to get away, all by myself - and think.
So much has happened over the past two months. My life, in so many ways, is more than I ever could have asked for, yet I am restless. I am expectant as well. I don't know of what, but it is something significant. I have this great big hole in my personality that used to be filled up with a desire to save the world. Now I don't know what I want. Sure, I want Yal-hune, but I know we can never be equals and such relationships never work out. At the same time, it's hard to imagine myself settling down with 'just' an Earth woman after having experienced oscillation with Yal-hune. She's given me the greatest gifts any human has ever received and here I am, alone, complaining to the stars. And knowing that some of the worlds orbiting some of those stars are actually able to hear my thoughts is yet another disconcerting tidbit to round out my consciousness.
What do I want?
I don't know. All the material pursuits are meaningless. Money? For what? I've got a real 'UFO' type spaceship at my disposal, have traveled through time to the future and even seen Earth with the naked eye from out in space - things all the money in the world can't buy. Buying new things from today, after seeing the MIMIR artifacts, seems like visiting the antique store. I suppose one part of me wants to leave Earth and explore the galaxy. Sure, it might be fun living out Star Trek for real - exploring strange new worlds and seeking out new life. However, with my luck, I'd probably get upset or express some low emotion and the ship would explode. Besides, I know I was born here on Earth for a reason and it wasn't to wait around until I could take the quickest space craft to leave again. And already a part of me knows that even the most glorious worlds I might arrive at, would still leave me hungry for something more. Lasting satisfaction and contentment are not for humanity. We are given brief moments and then must start a new quest all over again.
It was so much easier when I wanted to save the world. That is a quest one can never achieve and so one is always happy and can always find something to do with such a goal. Yal-hune has taken that away from me. Well, actually she has helped me take it away from myself. It's all part of this balance thing. With new highs come new lows - if one is not careful. Because of my positive over bias of Yal-hune and all the rest I have been privileged to experience, I now transpose myself into the dark abyss. In many ways Yal-hune is a dream come true. Probably more than a dream come true, as I could never have dreamed all the things she can do and has done for me. Recalibrating my life, with a foot in Yal-hune's universe and the rest of me on Earth, is its own form of perdition. I can't fully live in either and so I am in a nether-world of sorts. Enjoying momentary highs beyond all reason and then returning to a mundane world that seems more and more like Heck, with each passing day.
Maybe that's how she really sees this world - a sort of hell, where everyone personifies lower mental expression: selfishness, insecurity, hate, fear and sadness. Even this funk I am in is part of this miasma of darkness that cloaks the Earth.
"I can't permit you to continue. You are off-equilibrium again! How many times must I teach you the secret to true, lasting happiness and contentment? Equilibrium. Balance. Equanimity. These things are your doorway out of your funk. And make no mistake about it - your funk was orchestrated in large part by one of those worlds orbiting the stars above you. When you let them steer you into a self-pity-a-thon, you give them the keys to your consciousness and let them drive you straight off a cliff! Those depressed thoughts are not you! Discern. Discern. DISCERN! You are a happy soul, even now you are bubbling up on the inside when you hear my voice, understand my words and you are filled with love - not just for me - but for your life. Everyone on Earth is - they just don't listen closely enough to their true thoughts!"
"I picked up an overshadower somewhere along the way. I can feel it now."
"Yes, you will be targeted. Constantly. Don't forget the time differential! They need only spend 1 minute out of each hour in their overshadowing pursuits and the result is 24/7 coverage here on Earth! They have plenty of time to steer you towards negative interests, try and get you depressed - or more accurately - get you to agree with a train of thought they have written and orchestrated!"
"And what could be more hellish than such a predicament."
"Yes. But YOU wanted to be here on Earth, so that you could experience such overshadowing - and master it. If you can find your true voice while living here on Earth, amongst a sea of overshadowers playing humanity like a fiddle, then you will make another step towards mastery of these material worlds. Yes, our galaxy is just the beginning. Here's another tidbit never before revealed to a human: planets are like atoms. Each atom has an isotope - and each planet have the equivalent - worlds that are related, but stepped up and more complex. Physical worlds give way to energy worlds of ever greater refinement."
"I Love you Yal-hune."
"And I love you too...infinitely. Haven't you figured it out yet? Each soul has the opportunity to grow infinitely closer to all others. As they become more developed, they spend more time with more souls - and do this on up through infinity. You love millions of souls - billions. And you will have an infinite amount of time to get to know and grow closer to each and every one."
"You already love each human here more than they could comprehend, don't you?"
"Yes. And everyone on this world will someday be in the exact same position, if they keep progressing positively and seeking out constructive pursuits."
I know every word she has spoken is true. She has revealed the Wonder of Life to me, when I most needed such a revelation.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
ET Coverage on CNN, Fox and Google News (Part 33)
All the MIMIR artifacts arrived safely. The appearance of Ketta-nu-ma is impossible to leave out of the official transcripts and logs and already some private communiques in my inbox, from positioned people in the Agency, want to see more "anti-extraterrestrial" weaponry as a result. Fear is the worst possible of all motivations. Enough people witnessed his appearance, that the tales will grow taller over time as the details of Operation Sleipnir get re-imagined.
Good news travels fast, my position and prestige within the Agency got a huge shot in the arm with the acquisition of the MIMIR artifacts and craft. THOR responded to my secure E-mail and is en route for a visit. He wants to meet Yal-hune and see some of these artifacts first hand. While THOR holds no current positions, he still has sufficient active clearance levels and connections with the Agency to make things happen. Many folks are more loyal to him, even out of office, than anyone in the new administration. This new administration, almost 10 months in, is still, largely, out of the intelligence loop. When folks see the Agency as an enemy, or a sacrificial lamb for the public altar, instead of a very useful tool, it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.
The fiascos in Iran and Afghanistan are a huge distraction, when the world really has much larger issues to confront. I wonder just how much influence the Norchans and others have over the nuclear crazed madmen like Kim Jung Il or Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. It seems a natural that nuclear proliferation is a primary goal - how easier to get the world to revert than to trigger a nuclear holocaust? And the lower the synaptic fundamental frequency - the easier these folks are to control. It's a scary thought that some leaders on Earth may be walking/talking puppets for 'evil' extraterrestrials. One wonders just who is really behind Obama's decision to abandon Europe and the missile shield? Suddenly, Earth politics has taken on a whole new nightmarish dimension. It seems more fitting for some bad science fiction film and should be impossible in real life.
I have had some of the Atlantean books brought to my office as well as a few pieces of art that captured my eye. My 102 year old 1st edition of Arizona Nights, complete with art by N.C. Wyeth, now has some really old company on the shelves. Isis and Encyclopedia Brown are working with a team whose job is to start to translate some of these many texts recovered and see what history, technology, medicine and other invaluable data can be obtained. Metallurgists are working on the many new alloys obtained and seeing if they can be recreated, or a useful facsimile, with our existing elements and technology.
"We need to speak"
Yal-hune is in my mind with a sense of urgency that is unmistakable.
"Sure. Come on in to my office."
She appears. Teleports 3 feet in front of me and startles me.
"Whew! Scared me there! What is it? What's wrong?"
"I thought you should know that two new executive orders emerged 5 minutes ago, after the transcripts of Operation Sleipnir were briefed to the President. The first permits the capture and, if necessary, elimination of all discovered extraterrestrials and the second initiates a McCarthy era interrogation of all intelligence agents for data that might lead to the identification of any aliens currently working within the government. Your simple email has already created serious ramifications."
"It's nothing to worry about. The government has had orders like that on the books (and off) for some time now."
"Yes, but now they have a new urgency. Ketta-nu-ma's appearance has changed the entire casual attitude many in the government have had towards alien life. No longer is it a matter of 'disclosure' or greys that mutilate cattle, now the enemy is tall, humanoid and impervious to earth weaponry. Gort, Darth Vader and Emperor Ming have now all come to life in the person of Ketta-nu-ma and the Norchans. Fear is spreading and that is never a good thing.
"What did you want me to do...lie about his appearance? With as many troops saw him, there would be no way to keep his appearance completely secret. It would have come out anyway and then my honesty would be compromised and I'd have a big blot on my integrity and trustworthiness."
"No, I just needed to tell you so you knew how seriously others are taking this development. Some are trying to get authorization to get me apprehended again."
"What? You are the one who saved us from the Norchan!"
"Yes...and they are intent on retaliating by manipulating human affairs."
"What should I do?"
"You must make your own decisions. Humans really are unable to discern their own thoughts from ones placed in their living room of consciousness. This is why the Norchans and others have such success. Just as now, where a paranoid anti-alien reaction can be the very result the 'bad' aliens orchestrate to serve their own ends."
"Do you want to meet the President? Do you think that would have a positive effect? I'm not anywhere near as connected with this administration, as I was with the previous administration, and probably am viewed only slightly more favorably than Fox News, but I bet I can still get you 5 minutes."
"I don't think that would be beneficial. Actually, meeting an alien, in such a setting would suggest making a public acknowledgement no one in the government wishes to make. As it stands, my general anonymity is an advantage. As long as many believe I am more rumor than reality - that works to my advantage."
"I keep forgetting that this is not just speculation on your part - is it? You can see the outcomes of such decisions, can't you?"
"Yes. In futures where my presence and alien life is acknowledged, the world undergoes a dramatic shift because the Norchans, and others, unleash their full controls over humanity and create all sorts of havoc. Cults emerge which compete with traditional religions, many world governments start persecuting suspected 'aliens' or those who know something and a paranoia and fear in the masses which is unprecedented as new stories and fears are propagated and concocted. Murders of suspected 'aliens' replace the old southern lynch mobs. Literally, millions suffer extremely or die over the next several decades who would not have otherwise died."
"That's awful. All because of confirmed extraterrestrial sentience?"
"Yes. That's why the desire to go slow. Show a microbe or two and prepare the masses for benign, harmless and inferior alien life. Let's face it, if video footage of the 7 foot plus Ketta-nu-ma made ET coverage on CNN, Fox and Google News, the world would be terrified silly. Here the best covert ops in the world are being told to stand down because their weapons are useless. Overnight, the horror of nuclear Armageddon, which the world lived with for fifty years, would be replaced by an even greater horror of aliens that are vastly superior to humans in stature and technology."
"But if they saw you, that fear would surely be tempered and greatly reduced. Especially if they knew even more superior aliens were looking out for us."
"Yes, but it's even more complex. If I make a public appearance and acknowledge alien life, the quarantine of Earth will effectively be violated. Other alien races, other worlds, will race to Earth and start their own programs of exploitation. In a few short years, Earth would be crawling with aliens - most of which would have negative intent for being here. deniability is still Earth's defense against an onslaught of aliens. Humanity would be completely subverted and eventually consumed - like letting lions enter the cage the zebras live in. The Confederation Quarantine is the only reason Earth and humanity has made it this far. You don't realize this. You take for granted the security humanity has here. Humanity is like a goldfish in an aquarium full of pirahnas. Once the quarantine is violated, humanity is in serious jeopardy."
"I never thought about it like that. For years, I've looked forward to the confirmation of alien life. When I found out Shayla was an alien and working for the government, I was stunned and pleased. Yet, I still wondered why she or the government didn't go public. Amazingly, I never discussed it with her, as we were too busy. Now, I see those charged with such are protecting humanity - not intentionally trying to deceive it. They know most everyone understands the universe has sentient life out there, and if not officially acknowledging it keeps humanity safer - it's a pittance to pay for such safety."
"Yes. Your life also turns upside down, even more than it already has, if my presence is public. You can't go around in public, you have stalkers, multiple foreign governments seek to kidnap you to get to me - and more. Each future time-stream, which includes such public knowledge, has many rather distasteful outcomes. The Earth's destiny is, quite literally, drastically altered and humanity forever lives in the service of other aliens - sort of like the many slaves, which exist even now, on your world."
"Wouldn't your world protect us?"
"No. Our non-interference directives and beliefs are too powerful. We know that interference would lead to interference on our own world. The only worlds that would offer to protect the Earth - would, not ironically, be the same worlds Earth would need protection from."
"So I guess the message is 'be careful what you wish for?'"
"Yes."
"I will try to back pedal a bit on the Ketta-nu-ma thing. The troops are already ordered not to divulge what they did or saw to anyone and my initial report can be unclear. For all I know it was a 7 foot tall Colombian with a thick accent who appeared during a dust storm - that was living in the warehouse and shouting at us foreigners. And whenever I mentioned alien - I really just meant foreign national."
"Deception comes so easy to you. You seem to have a lot of experience at deceiving others and twisting the truth. I'm not sure I should be hanging around with you. Do you know any honest, decent humans I can hang around with?"
"Well, there's always Encyclopedia Brown - I'm pretty sure he will hang with you."
"Don't look now, but your human insecurity is showing..."
"Is it? How careless of me. But anyways - back to the subject at hand - I'll do what I can to muddle the matter."
"That's probably a good idea. I'll keep monitoring the fallout of all this and let you know if there's anything else you can do."
(End Part 33)
Good news travels fast, my position and prestige within the Agency got a huge shot in the arm with the acquisition of the MIMIR artifacts and craft. THOR responded to my secure E-mail and is en route for a visit. He wants to meet Yal-hune and see some of these artifacts first hand. While THOR holds no current positions, he still has sufficient active clearance levels and connections with the Agency to make things happen. Many folks are more loyal to him, even out of office, than anyone in the new administration. This new administration, almost 10 months in, is still, largely, out of the intelligence loop. When folks see the Agency as an enemy, or a sacrificial lamb for the public altar, instead of a very useful tool, it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.
The fiascos in Iran and Afghanistan are a huge distraction, when the world really has much larger issues to confront. I wonder just how much influence the Norchans and others have over the nuclear crazed madmen like Kim Jung Il or Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. It seems a natural that nuclear proliferation is a primary goal - how easier to get the world to revert than to trigger a nuclear holocaust? And the lower the synaptic fundamental frequency - the easier these folks are to control. It's a scary thought that some leaders on Earth may be walking/talking puppets for 'evil' extraterrestrials. One wonders just who is really behind Obama's decision to abandon Europe and the missile shield? Suddenly, Earth politics has taken on a whole new nightmarish dimension. It seems more fitting for some bad science fiction film and should be impossible in real life.
I have had some of the Atlantean books brought to my office as well as a few pieces of art that captured my eye. My 102 year old 1st edition of Arizona Nights, complete with art by N.C. Wyeth, now has some really old company on the shelves. Isis and Encyclopedia Brown are working with a team whose job is to start to translate some of these many texts recovered and see what history, technology, medicine and other invaluable data can be obtained. Metallurgists are working on the many new alloys obtained and seeing if they can be recreated, or a useful facsimile, with our existing elements and technology.
"We need to speak"
Yal-hune is in my mind with a sense of urgency that is unmistakable.
"Sure. Come on in to my office."
She appears. Teleports 3 feet in front of me and startles me.
"Whew! Scared me there! What is it? What's wrong?"
"I thought you should know that two new executive orders emerged 5 minutes ago, after the transcripts of Operation Sleipnir were briefed to the President. The first permits the capture and, if necessary, elimination of all discovered extraterrestrials and the second initiates a McCarthy era interrogation of all intelligence agents for data that might lead to the identification of any aliens currently working within the government. Your simple email has already created serious ramifications."
"It's nothing to worry about. The government has had orders like that on the books (and off) for some time now."
"Yes, but now they have a new urgency. Ketta-nu-ma's appearance has changed the entire casual attitude many in the government have had towards alien life. No longer is it a matter of 'disclosure' or greys that mutilate cattle, now the enemy is tall, humanoid and impervious to earth weaponry. Gort, Darth Vader and Emperor Ming have now all come to life in the person of Ketta-nu-ma and the Norchans. Fear is spreading and that is never a good thing.
"What did you want me to do...lie about his appearance? With as many troops saw him, there would be no way to keep his appearance completely secret. It would have come out anyway and then my honesty would be compromised and I'd have a big blot on my integrity and trustworthiness."
"No, I just needed to tell you so you knew how seriously others are taking this development. Some are trying to get authorization to get me apprehended again."
"What? You are the one who saved us from the Norchan!"
"Yes...and they are intent on retaliating by manipulating human affairs."
"What should I do?"
"You must make your own decisions. Humans really are unable to discern their own thoughts from ones placed in their living room of consciousness. This is why the Norchans and others have such success. Just as now, where a paranoid anti-alien reaction can be the very result the 'bad' aliens orchestrate to serve their own ends."
"Do you want to meet the President? Do you think that would have a positive effect? I'm not anywhere near as connected with this administration, as I was with the previous administration, and probably am viewed only slightly more favorably than Fox News, but I bet I can still get you 5 minutes."
"I don't think that would be beneficial. Actually, meeting an alien, in such a setting would suggest making a public acknowledgement no one in the government wishes to make. As it stands, my general anonymity is an advantage. As long as many believe I am more rumor than reality - that works to my advantage."
"I keep forgetting that this is not just speculation on your part - is it? You can see the outcomes of such decisions, can't you?"
"Yes. In futures where my presence and alien life is acknowledged, the world undergoes a dramatic shift because the Norchans, and others, unleash their full controls over humanity and create all sorts of havoc. Cults emerge which compete with traditional religions, many world governments start persecuting suspected 'aliens' or those who know something and a paranoia and fear in the masses which is unprecedented as new stories and fears are propagated and concocted. Murders of suspected 'aliens' replace the old southern lynch mobs. Literally, millions suffer extremely or die over the next several decades who would not have otherwise died."
"That's awful. All because of confirmed extraterrestrial sentience?"
"Yes. That's why the desire to go slow. Show a microbe or two and prepare the masses for benign, harmless and inferior alien life. Let's face it, if video footage of the 7 foot plus Ketta-nu-ma made ET coverage on CNN, Fox and Google News, the world would be terrified silly. Here the best covert ops in the world are being told to stand down because their weapons are useless. Overnight, the horror of nuclear Armageddon, which the world lived with for fifty years, would be replaced by an even greater horror of aliens that are vastly superior to humans in stature and technology."
"But if they saw you, that fear would surely be tempered and greatly reduced. Especially if they knew even more superior aliens were looking out for us."
"Yes, but it's even more complex. If I make a public appearance and acknowledge alien life, the quarantine of Earth will effectively be violated. Other alien races, other worlds, will race to Earth and start their own programs of exploitation. In a few short years, Earth would be crawling with aliens - most of which would have negative intent for being here. deniability is still Earth's defense against an onslaught of aliens. Humanity would be completely subverted and eventually consumed - like letting lions enter the cage the zebras live in. The Confederation Quarantine is the only reason Earth and humanity has made it this far. You don't realize this. You take for granted the security humanity has here. Humanity is like a goldfish in an aquarium full of pirahnas. Once the quarantine is violated, humanity is in serious jeopardy."
"I never thought about it like that. For years, I've looked forward to the confirmation of alien life. When I found out Shayla was an alien and working for the government, I was stunned and pleased. Yet, I still wondered why she or the government didn't go public. Amazingly, I never discussed it with her, as we were too busy. Now, I see those charged with such are protecting humanity - not intentionally trying to deceive it. They know most everyone understands the universe has sentient life out there, and if not officially acknowledging it keeps humanity safer - it's a pittance to pay for such safety."
"Yes. Your life also turns upside down, even more than it already has, if my presence is public. You can't go around in public, you have stalkers, multiple foreign governments seek to kidnap you to get to me - and more. Each future time-stream, which includes such public knowledge, has many rather distasteful outcomes. The Earth's destiny is, quite literally, drastically altered and humanity forever lives in the service of other aliens - sort of like the many slaves, which exist even now, on your world."
"Wouldn't your world protect us?"
"No. Our non-interference directives and beliefs are too powerful. We know that interference would lead to interference on our own world. The only worlds that would offer to protect the Earth - would, not ironically, be the same worlds Earth would need protection from."
"So I guess the message is 'be careful what you wish for?'"
"Yes."
"I will try to back pedal a bit on the Ketta-nu-ma thing. The troops are already ordered not to divulge what they did or saw to anyone and my initial report can be unclear. For all I know it was a 7 foot tall Colombian with a thick accent who appeared during a dust storm - that was living in the warehouse and shouting at us foreigners. And whenever I mentioned alien - I really just meant foreign national."
"Deception comes so easy to you. You seem to have a lot of experience at deceiving others and twisting the truth. I'm not sure I should be hanging around with you. Do you know any honest, decent humans I can hang around with?"
"Well, there's always Encyclopedia Brown - I'm pretty sure he will hang with you."
"Don't look now, but your human insecurity is showing..."
"Is it? How careless of me. But anyways - back to the subject at hand - I'll do what I can to muddle the matter."
"That's probably a good idea. I'll keep monitoring the fallout of all this and let you know if there's anything else you can do."
(End Part 33)
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Extraterrestrial Lessons (Part 32)
Yal-hune walks me through the controls of the craft. It is much as I remember it. Since Shayla left I had not seen one of these. Knowing they are capable of inter-galaxy travel is a bit overwhelming. I keep thinking of Uncle Ben Parker's message to his nephew Peter, "With great power comes great responsibility." The possibilities are endless. The world would go nuts if they knew what I now have at my disposal.
"Are you planning on traveling to other worlds in this craft?"
"I don't know, yet. For now, I think it's probably best to familiarize myself with using it here on Earth."
"That's probably a good idea. This craft is not a toy and its potential for improper usage and relative harm is extremely high in this environment. Many of the materials used in this craft clearly were brought in from outside your solar system. However, the designers are to be congratulated for they chose elements that would be stable in your sun's solar system and which would not pose a radiation hazard to human biology."
"I think Shayla designed these crafts herself with several others from her world. She is not one to overlook the details. It's strange how my pasts place me alongside female extraterrestrials. What exactly did I do in the past that spurred such a cycle?"
"You have amnesia of your pasts. You have gotten around quite a bit and many worlds where you have lived - still have your personal frequency on file. Since there isn't a whole lot of transfer between worlds with this capacity and the planet Earth, you drew quite a bit of attention to yourself as soon as your were born here. Many worlds were wondering just what was going on when your frequency popped up here. Naturally, some worlds were suspicious and have monitored you since a few days after your birth. The Norchans were particularly suspicious and have actively tried to thwart much of your technological work."
"Did we know each other in the past? Have I lived on your world?"
"I don't think you are ready to know everything yet. One step at a time. Now let's return to Shamballa. Watch me carefully as I engage the craft."
I watch her stand by a small console of pure white. She motions her arm in two directions.
"As you know, this craft raises your atomic structures to higher isotopes as you board. The navigation can be conducted by thought or by a combination of thought and computer navigation. This craft has been designed primarily for alien usage on Earth. It's clear Shayla did not intend for it to be used by humans, because it has intentionally been designed without a manual interface. The navigator must be capable of conversing with the computer system by thought. And because of the isotopic changes, this craft can not be used by anyone in a negative or lower emotional state. Such emotion will be incompatible with the navigation systems and other systems and the ship will not work."
"Like an alien Lojack. It keeps any of those pesky humans, Norchans or whomever from stealing the ship."
"Not by design. All advanced EMF crafts have this particular element built in. Lower emotions are signals. This ship transforms its occupants into signals capable of being transported along the magnetic fields at tremendous speeds faster than light. So, naturally, as a safety mechanism the ship does not operate when it detects low signals. In the earliest designs, when crews have lost equilibrium and became violently emotional, the ships themselves exploded. So future designs filter for consciousness and synaptic frequencies. You are barely transportable."
"Thanks."
"Nothing to take personally. If you work on your consciousness and maintain greater equilibrium, you will put some distance between yourself and that lower marker threshold. However, you can see that this ship will not be for most humans. If you expected to be able to use it on missions, you will have to abandon those notions. By the way, we've already arrived in Hangar C. Do you feel that? That's your atomic structures being stepped down again."
"I didn't feel anything?"
"Well, you're not sensitive enough yet. Eventually, you will feel a very light itching sensation all over your body momentarily. Some crafts are better than others in this regards, this one is actually pretty good considering all the limitations built into it for human usage."
"Yal-hune?"
"Yes?"
"Can you teach me more?"
"More?"
"More about things...like the worlds in the galaxy, the history of our galaxy, the time differentials of various worlds, the dangers of other planets and of leaving our solar system...what life is like on more worlds, a map of sentient planets, that sort of stuff."
"Why?"
"I want to know more. I feel as though many galactic eyes are peering down upon me and yet I know less than nothing about the various worlds out there doing the peering. I want to learn. My education on Earth can only teach me so much. If I'm going to be interacting with beings trying to rip thoughts out of my mind, I need to develop my sentience. I've felt your mind and its cavernous depths, and I realized just how animal like we appear to others when Ketta-Nu-Ma invaded my mind. I suddenly saw my knowledge as others do, and realize how deficient my knowledge base is."
"Okay. So long as I sense the need is not based upon lower emotions I will share more with you. Remember, you are a human, your brain has certain parameters and limits which - "
"We are viewed as animals aren't we? Just as we might view a whale or a porpoise, other worlds look at humanity and group us in with the animal kingdom?"
"Those worlds that view humanity as more animal than sentient are themselves not that developed and their discernment is impaired. The lower one goes in the sentient spectra the more harshly they judge those nearest them. The Norchans are only few hundred thousand years in advance of your world technologically and mentally. They, like the humans they judge, are still burdened by many lower emotions. Do not take Ketta-Nu-Ma's thoughts personally. If you do this you merely empower his negative intent. He also knows you are not really human, in the truest sense, and took the opportunity to kick you while you are down, so to speak. Your paths have crossed before, as can be expected, and not in the most pleasant circumstances."
"Yes, I imagine I did him some harm in some past. A burden he carries with him."
"Your thoughts serve you well. Yes, you made a number of enemies when you were on other worlds. Your righteousness and stubbornness has long been a source of discord throughout your many lifetimes. You will need to work on this."
"Here is how to open the exit."
Yal-hune makes another arm motion. Some sort of sensor array detects the sophisticated series of movements and obeys. A stairway emerges and folds into existence from compressed sheet metal of some unknown alloy.
"Thanks Yal-hune...for everything. I'll really try my best to follow that balanced path...I promise."
"I know you will."
"I imagine you do...don't you?"
Yal-hune smiles, beatifically.
(End Part 32)
"Are you planning on traveling to other worlds in this craft?"
"I don't know, yet. For now, I think it's probably best to familiarize myself with using it here on Earth."
"That's probably a good idea. This craft is not a toy and its potential for improper usage and relative harm is extremely high in this environment. Many of the materials used in this craft clearly were brought in from outside your solar system. However, the designers are to be congratulated for they chose elements that would be stable in your sun's solar system and which would not pose a radiation hazard to human biology."
"I think Shayla designed these crafts herself with several others from her world. She is not one to overlook the details. It's strange how my pasts place me alongside female extraterrestrials. What exactly did I do in the past that spurred such a cycle?"
"You have amnesia of your pasts. You have gotten around quite a bit and many worlds where you have lived - still have your personal frequency on file. Since there isn't a whole lot of transfer between worlds with this capacity and the planet Earth, you drew quite a bit of attention to yourself as soon as your were born here. Many worlds were wondering just what was going on when your frequency popped up here. Naturally, some worlds were suspicious and have monitored you since a few days after your birth. The Norchans were particularly suspicious and have actively tried to thwart much of your technological work."
"Did we know each other in the past? Have I lived on your world?"
"I don't think you are ready to know everything yet. One step at a time. Now let's return to Shamballa. Watch me carefully as I engage the craft."
I watch her stand by a small console of pure white. She motions her arm in two directions.
"As you know, this craft raises your atomic structures to higher isotopes as you board. The navigation can be conducted by thought or by a combination of thought and computer navigation. This craft has been designed primarily for alien usage on Earth. It's clear Shayla did not intend for it to be used by humans, because it has intentionally been designed without a manual interface. The navigator must be capable of conversing with the computer system by thought. And because of the isotopic changes, this craft can not be used by anyone in a negative or lower emotional state. Such emotion will be incompatible with the navigation systems and other systems and the ship will not work."
"Like an alien Lojack. It keeps any of those pesky humans, Norchans or whomever from stealing the ship."
"Not by design. All advanced EMF crafts have this particular element built in. Lower emotions are signals. This ship transforms its occupants into signals capable of being transported along the magnetic fields at tremendous speeds faster than light. So, naturally, as a safety mechanism the ship does not operate when it detects low signals. In the earliest designs, when crews have lost equilibrium and became violently emotional, the ships themselves exploded. So future designs filter for consciousness and synaptic frequencies. You are barely transportable."
"Thanks."
"Nothing to take personally. If you work on your consciousness and maintain greater equilibrium, you will put some distance between yourself and that lower marker threshold. However, you can see that this ship will not be for most humans. If you expected to be able to use it on missions, you will have to abandon those notions. By the way, we've already arrived in Hangar C. Do you feel that? That's your atomic structures being stepped down again."
"I didn't feel anything?"
"Well, you're not sensitive enough yet. Eventually, you will feel a very light itching sensation all over your body momentarily. Some crafts are better than others in this regards, this one is actually pretty good considering all the limitations built into it for human usage."
"Yal-hune?"
"Yes?"
"Can you teach me more?"
"More?"
"More about things...like the worlds in the galaxy, the history of our galaxy, the time differentials of various worlds, the dangers of other planets and of leaving our solar system...what life is like on more worlds, a map of sentient planets, that sort of stuff."
"Why?"
"I want to know more. I feel as though many galactic eyes are peering down upon me and yet I know less than nothing about the various worlds out there doing the peering. I want to learn. My education on Earth can only teach me so much. If I'm going to be interacting with beings trying to rip thoughts out of my mind, I need to develop my sentience. I've felt your mind and its cavernous depths, and I realized just how animal like we appear to others when Ketta-Nu-Ma invaded my mind. I suddenly saw my knowledge as others do, and realize how deficient my knowledge base is."
"Okay. So long as I sense the need is not based upon lower emotions I will share more with you. Remember, you are a human, your brain has certain parameters and limits which - "
"We are viewed as animals aren't we? Just as we might view a whale or a porpoise, other worlds look at humanity and group us in with the animal kingdom?"
"Those worlds that view humanity as more animal than sentient are themselves not that developed and their discernment is impaired. The lower one goes in the sentient spectra the more harshly they judge those nearest them. The Norchans are only few hundred thousand years in advance of your world technologically and mentally. They, like the humans they judge, are still burdened by many lower emotions. Do not take Ketta-Nu-Ma's thoughts personally. If you do this you merely empower his negative intent. He also knows you are not really human, in the truest sense, and took the opportunity to kick you while you are down, so to speak. Your paths have crossed before, as can be expected, and not in the most pleasant circumstances."
"Yes, I imagine I did him some harm in some past. A burden he carries with him."
"Your thoughts serve you well. Yes, you made a number of enemies when you were on other worlds. Your righteousness and stubbornness has long been a source of discord throughout your many lifetimes. You will need to work on this."
"Here is how to open the exit."
Yal-hune makes another arm motion. Some sort of sensor array detects the sophisticated series of movements and obeys. A stairway emerges and folds into existence from compressed sheet metal of some unknown alloy.
"Thanks Yal-hune...for everything. I'll really try my best to follow that balanced path...I promise."
"I know you will."
"I imagine you do...don't you?"
Yal-hune smiles, beatifically.
(End Part 32)
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