Chapter 2

GHOSTS IN THE MACHINE

"It was approximately ten o’clock on a midsummer’s day when I set out on this journey. I remember the first section only too well, and do not need prompting from dreams or any other outside influence. The weather was passable when I left Rotorua, but my route took me through some rugged hill country, and a fine misty rain set in at this higher altitude.

"Those of you who have gone through a marriage separation will not need to be told how it feels.... I felt numb, sick.... and in some sort of daze. It really did feel like there were two parts of me: an inner part and an outer portion. The innermost part was heavy, very heavy; the outer part seemed to be in slow motion, assessing the options. There was no deep thinking going on here, just options being considered....

"The weather now seemed to be in the same frame of mind, for what at first was light rain and low cloud was now a mixture of thick fog - unusual for that time of day. It appeared to be sticking to the car as if trying to hold it back.... I didn’t really wanted to leave the area, even though I knew I had to. If my other, outer self was sending out a message for help, I suspect it would have been heard in the next galaxy! Perhaps it was.

"....Visibility was now no more than 50 or 100 meters. It was almost like being in a dream....

"....Slowly, an even stranger feeling came over me. The best description I can give is that it felt like I was being immersed in a slow-setting glue. My vision became blurred and the steering wheel began to hum in my hands. There is a vague notion in the back of my mind that the road itself was vibrating! Then I got the fright of my life. The steering wheel appeared to lock solid!.... There was no time to debate the issue, for a large rock-face was looming up in front of me and there seemed to be no way I could avoid hitting it.

"This is all I can remember of the physical trip in a reality that could be described as conventional, apart from my eventual arrival in Auckland ten days later. What happened in those ten days of ’missing time’ I would now like to share with you.

"Having for all intents and purposes passed through the cliff face, I found myself devoid of car, and, what’s more, devoid of body!... All the solid things appeared to have gone, yet there was still a feeling I could walk....

"Looking down, I noticed that a glassy or icy type of substance was prevalent. This ice-like floor had a whitish look to it, as if lit from below. I got the impression it was cold, but I was not sure if I had the necessary equipment to sense temperature. This was curious because there also appeared to be heat involved, perhaps emanating from the ring of soft, blue light that appeared to surround me, even if this light source looked to be some distance off.

"....Before long I found I could travel in any direction simply by looking that way and pushing forward with what would have been my head - if I had possession of such a thing.

"....Eventually, and most likely because I was becoming acclimatized to the low light level and whatever other transformation my body may have been going through, it was possible for me to make some ghostlike entities moving about in the far distance. There seemed to be a faint golden glow about them. I looked down to see if there was any similarity between them and me, but it was difficult to be sure....

"....As time passed it became easier for me to see, almost as if a fog was lifting around me. Other distant objects came into focus or view in more and more detail....

"....There was no way at that time to be sure just how large an area this may have been, but I should think that a football field, or even two, could have been placed within it. No doubt this blue ring of light was responsible for the bluish haze that appeared earlier.

"....I thought I could detect the very faint smell of ozone, as if the air had been ionized, as well as that carbon-type smell emitted by electric motors while they are running....

"....I seem to be taking this very well," was the last of my conscious thoughts before I had the distinct feeling that someone was tapping me on my shoulder. Turning around, I found myself face to face with two of the ghostlike entities.

"Throughout this entire procedure, if I am correct in calling it that, there was an air of complete tranquility....

"....If culture shocks were the order of the day, they were not over yet! As we passed the ring of neon light
that seem to encircle us, I suddenly regained a normal type body and so did the other entities - or at least that’s what I thought at the time. There seemed to be some time-loss factor here and, quite likely at this time, there were other things that I was not aware of that may have happened to me. It was a little embarrassing to realize that my clothes had not come along for the ride, but it definitely was the ’me’ I had become used to over the last forty years....

"....The two humanoid creatures I followed appeared to be female - or, should I say, they had all the parts that the females I’d most recently been in contact with have! All these parts appeared to be in the right places, too!
....they only wore what looked like some sort of plastic coating or very tight-fitting suit.... Their entire bodies were, head to toe, a light blue-grey colour. The covering certainly did not leave anything to the imagination! I remember finding this rather comforting at the time! In amongst this very strange and alien environment, they, their colour aside, were at least vaguely familiar to me. They had some other features that were unusual and of note, including a lack of noticeable hair on any part of their bodies, and a slightly disproportionately larger head and eyes than I would consider normal for a human.

"One of the entities moved toward what looked like a clear glass cabinet, indicating she wanted me to step in it. As I did so, it adjusted to my chin level. At the same time something else came down from above, but I couldn’t see it clearly.... Then, on looking down, I found that I, too, had gained a plastic body-suit or skin and taken on a blue-grey appearance. From this I deduced that my female companions may well have a skin colour similar to mine beneath their suits. Interestingly, I now had no body-hair. It was not so quite clear to me what would happen should I desire to go to the toilet - perhaps there would be no need from here on in. This later proved to be a good guess. There was no way I could know if the plastic skin covered my head as it did theirs, and there was no mirror handy. The entire suit was also impossible to feel. For all intents and purposes it wasn’t there, but it gave me complete freedom of movement.

"....Although I had regained my body, there was no way I could make any sound come out. Eventually one of them made contact with me. The taller of the two somehow put the thought inside my head that, should I like to follow her, she would take me to a place where it would be more comfortable and possible for me to communicate with others of my time-span....

"....There are two ways to describe this creature who stood before me. If I were indeed dead, she might be an angel, albeit without wings. (Whether this meant I had gone up or down, I didn’t know!) If not an angel, then what - an alien? This would be the harder of the two options to check out, I thought. After all, what should or does an alien look like? She most certainly did not look remotely like descriptions I had seen and read about in the odd magazine or Sunday paper. These sources gave descriptions of aliens that were only four feet or less in height, mostly with quite large heads and huge black eyes, hardly any nose, mouth or ears, and stick-like arms and legs. Apart from the fact she was rather small in stature, this (dare I say) beautiful creature was almost five feet tall, with alluring violet-blue eyes slightly wider apart than usual and turned up at the outside. They were almost oriental in appearance, but much, much larger, not unlike those Egyptian wall paintings. She had a fine-featured, impish face with a narrow jaw-line and small but well define mouth and lips. Her neck was rather longer than usual for her size, but it was accentuated by her sloping shoulders.

"The body suit, if that’s what it was, enabled me to see a perfectly formed set of small breasts, followed by a very fine waist.... She had fine, long-fingered, five-digit hands and rather frail-looking legs, once again more in keeping with those of a young child. Her head was a bit fuller at the back, but there was not that much which could not be passed off as pure terrestrial.... I was later to learn that her appearance was not the only thing about her that was more than outstanding.

"On following her, we eventually arrived at an area that looked rather like a bowling alley. It had ten or so pathways leading off a semi-transparent floor. There was a strange resistance emanating from most of the alley-ways, but none from the last. It was at this one that we stopped.

""You may wish to link with some of your fellow beings in here," she said without actually saying anything. "I will be back in a short space of your time with some helpful instructions from my Guardian."

"....She continued on her way without looking back, leaving me somewhat stunned and standing at the junction of the path leading to the last alley-way. At no stage of my interaction with these creatures did I receive any direct order; only suggestions....

"....I did not yet fully comprehend what had happened or was still happening to me. The fact that I had been left alone in a strange place without a guard meant that either they trusted me or there was little I could do that worried them; probably the latter.

"This just had to be a dream - what else could it be?" I thought, trying to reassure myself. In the morning I’d awaken at home as usual with the family, and all I would have would be a fading memory of this crazy stuff.

"Her Guardian?" My mind was sliding back to the present situation. "Wonder what that means. Sounds a bit formal."

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Chapter 3

TRANSPORTS OF DELIGHT

"At the end of the pathway was what appeared to be a solid door.... I waited for a short time, half expecting it to open automatically. When it became obvious this was not going to happen, I began pondering my options....

"....I decided to reach out and run my hand over the door.... On doing this, I was startled to find that my hand went right through the door! Again I pondered my options. In the end I threw caution to the wind, and through the door went all of me.

"I was now in an area that was more familiar to me, in as much as the odd glasslike structures from before had been replaced by a less-translucent material, more like solid plastic than anything else. I was in a room with items of furniture that looked like tables and chairs. The only things that were strikingly different about them was their rounded, smooth appearance with no sharp corners. Even the room, if you could call it that, was circular in shape....

"....There were figures across the far side of this ’arena’, and I made off towards them with a little more confidence than I displayed the last time I saw figures in the distance. In this instance, they appeared to be wearing the same sort of plastic-type bodysuit as I had been fitted with. Encouragingly, they also appeared more human in proportion than my recent escort.

"Welcome!" was the message that entered my head....

".... A woman seemed to be communicating with me. She was standing next to a table-like piece of furniture upon which was something that could only be described as a circular three-dimensional picture display....

"My name’s Millie." she added.
Once again I attempted to speak, but nothing came out.
"Don’t try so hard, just think it," she suggested.
"What...am...I...doing...here?" I managed to get out, so I was told.
"You’re just lucky, I think," said Millie....

"...."You’re aboard a lightship, a transporter; well it’s more complicated than that," she said, but did not explain any further. "I’m here because I chose to be, and because of the length of time I have been here I can no longer go back - to Earth, that is," she added.
"What about me? Can I go back?" I asked.
"I should think so, but I’m not sure. Only the Guardian can tell you that."
"Why did you not go back?" I asked.
"I chose to stay because that is what I wanted....

"...."This Guardian fellow - who or what is it?" I asked
"Well, there’s more than one, but I’m not sure how many. They run the ship, in fact. They are not only of a higher rank but they are quite different. I must warn you, Guardians are not at all like the Mark 2 models, as we call them - the ones you would have seen when you came aboard. They are only responsible for general duties. These Guardians, or Elders, as they are sometimes called, are very powerful but you need not fear them."

"....It’s only when they come to our atmosphere (Millie continued) that you can get sucked in here. As close as I can describe it, it’s a bit like being sucked into a radio signal or, in your generation, a TV signal, and then spat out into the viewing room. You were unlucky to be zapped in here on an outward trip - unless, of course, they planned it that way.... if you will look here...."

"She pointed to the three-dimensional device I’d spotted earlier.

"That small dot there is probably our Sun, and that’s how I knew we were on an outward journey. I’d been following our progress just before you came in. Once we get clear of our system you’ll be able to see the other side of yourself, just for a short time. Will that ever be a surprise! You’ll know when it happens, believe me, but I’ll let them explain what that’s all about. Then we’ll be close to their home base or planet. That should be a sight for you as it’s your first time with us," Millie suggested....

"....How long will I have to wait ’til they come back?" I asked hesitantly.

"Well, not as long as you may think.... Was anyone expecting you? Have you family waiting?" she asked.

"....Some friends in Auckland, but I did not say exactly when I would arrive - at least I don’t think so. It all seems to be a long time, like it was in some other lifetime....

"....Even though I was in the middle of this conversation with Millie, it didn’t really feel like it was me who was there standing talking.... Now I’m talking to someone who’s about a hundred years old and doesn’t look a day over forty! Look at that viewing screen - that’s out of Star Trek or beyond. I’ve never seen anything like it before in my life.

"Are you still with us?" Millie asked, interrupting my daydream. "As I meant to add before, the Elders have been experimenting with some form of genetic engineering on these Mark 2 models - well, they are Mark 3 and Mark 4, actually. In my own way I have helped them with this, but we won’t go into that now. These beings are now a lot closer to our own kind than the Guardians model, if I can put it like that. No doubt, all this will be explained to you in due course," she assured me.

"....Looking up, I realized we were approached by three aliens, the tallest of them looking like my female escort from earlier on. The second one was a little shorter and was male as far as I could tell. The third was smaller, much smaller, and walked ahead of the other two.

"He.... was slightly built with a roundish head and rather unusual, squinty eyes which were well-spaced and placed rather lower down his head than are our own. He had a very small mouth, but I did not notice any ears or nose. His physical appearance, however, was of almost no consequence, for I was immediately struck with an almost overpowering feeling of his presence. I cannot say it was hypnotic’ if anything, the opposite. It was as if his energy was being projected and absorbed by my body.

"There is no way I could ever describe this sensations to you, using mere words. Those who have had this experience will know just what I mean!.... This was not the ’alien’ I had read about or seen graphically illustrated in various magazines or papers. The size was about right - four feet in height with a slight frame - but where were the big black eyes? Perhaps he’d left his sunglasses at home! I joke here, but later this was to prove not too far from the mark!

"Welcome," he said....

"....I am the designated Guardian of this section.... The suit you have been given will make it possible for you to understand us, and us you."

"He must have read my mind as he entered the room, for I had just asked Millie about the suits.

"We do not speak as such, as you will have noticed by now. Sometimes a verbal sound message is necessary in long-distance communication, or if we wish to play a little with your own Earth astronauts."

"....He continued

"I will not enquire if you want to stay or return at this time. I would hope you may desire the chance to absorb more knowledge and understanding before you make that decision. There are things we cannot tell you at this point and time. You will understand, I hope.... However, some or all of this knowledge may have to be removed from you, should you decide to leave us and return to your own planet."

"I have assigned Zeena 5, here, as your assistance communicator and guide until you learn to find your own way around.... You may be interested to know that Zeena 5 volunteered for this assignment...."

"He was gone, leaving Zeena behind, before all this could sink in. I never saw him again.

"Haven’t we met before? I asked, enquiring only to be sure that it was Zeena who had escorted me earlier.

"Yes, more than once, but you will not remember the first time," she replied. "That was a long time ago."

"....I also wish to learn from one of your kind, so I took this opportunity to do so.... I shall show you around my second home, our transporter."

"I was hardly in a position to refuse, so I said goodbye to Millie for the moment, then turned and follow Zeena from the room.

"Have you ever tried to ask ten questions at the same time?

"....I will answer them.... " " In approximately ten of your Earth’s days is the answer to the question that is in top of your mind."

"The question uppermost in my mind was, "How soon could I get back home?

"....No sooner would a thought enter my head than Zeena was reading it. This could be very embarrassing, at least for me," I thought to myself. I was not at all sure if Zeena knew about Earthly things like embarrassment.

"And how should I feel if I were embarrassed?" she quizzed.

"Well, you’ll have trouble going red in the face, I should think," was all I could think to say.

"I also had no idea if she understood our Earth-type humour. Her reaction suggested that did not.

"What did Millie mean by seeing the other side of myself? I asked....

"I don’t think you would understand that one fully right now," Zeena replied.... "Suffice at this time to say that your very make-up, and the make-up of everything you can see for that matter, is split into two cycles. The negative or alternate one of these cycles is not known on Earth except by a few, and most of them work for the military. This negative cycle can defeat all the laws of physics as you know and understand them, and this includes time travel. Perhaps you have heard of antimatter? Your other self, the other side of you, is not much different from that concept. But you must not think that you have antimatter within you. You see, it is very difficult for me as you have not yet had the grounding in this knowledge."

"....What are these other alleyways for?" I asked.
"Yours is not the only planet we visit from time to time".... "but I cannot take you into any of those, I’m sorry."

"....Why have you come to Earth?" I kept on eagerly.
"Once again, that’s a long story which I will be pleased to answer for you, but perhaps later...."

"We don’t all know about these things on my planet," I replied, rather like a schoolboy who has just been ticked off by his teacher for being inattentive in class.
"Do not suggest I have overestimated you, for once again I am sure of my facts," she continued, as if I was holding out on her.

"This was a most puzzling attitude, for surely I was not supposed to be knowledgeable in time travel. I thought it best just to leave that subject where it lay.

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Chapter 4

REST AND RECREATION

"The first stop will be your sleeping area.... I personally find an hour’s synchronized meditation is enough each day. We can try that together a little later, Zeena added.

"We arrived at another of those doors I had trouble with early on. As we passed through it we were engulfed by a dull, red light.

"You may use that area nearest the entrance. Just inside you will see a light circle on the wall. If you touch it firmly, I shall be aware that you need my presence. Our power system prevents me from reading your thought patterns when I am out of the room."
"That’s a relief!" I thought to myself.

"....I was momentarily embarrassed yet again, thinking back to the way I was looking at her when I saw her for the first time, knowing now that Zeena must have been able to read my mind at that point.

"Oh that’s alright," she said, embarrassing me for a second time in as many minutes. "We are not used to it, but I think I quite like the idea that someone may actually like the shape of my body. I will have to give that some more thought."

"The sleeping area I was allotted was probably no more than two meters (seven feet) square.... I jumped up on the ’bed’ and to my astonishment I found it was soft and comfortable. It seemed to be able to mould itself to my shape no matter how I sat or lay. Perhaps this trip was not going to be too bad after all!

"It was obvious their construction materials and techniques were well ahead of anything we use on Earth. Most items appeared as if they were all part of the whole, or made as one unit....

"Next stop, entertainment and recreation, as you would call it," were Zeena’s words as we exited the sleeping area.
"What’s that over there?" I asked, pointing to the blue light.
"An antistatic device, among other things," she said. "We pick a lot of that entering and exiting atmospheres. It is also one of our receiving antennae for energy-collecting. You may wish to spend most of your time in here," she suggested, ushering me into one of the biggest single areas I had yet seen on the transporter. She seemed keen to change the subject whenever technical material was being discussed.

"There will be others from your home planet in here, plus some of our crew who are off duty...."
"I still have a million questions, Zeena, but I must confess to feeling more than a little tired. Could I just rest for a while?" I asked....
"Not a problem. Is that how you say it? I will take you back to the sleep area, but first I should get some liquid for you. We are approaching transition sector and it would not do for you to go through that in a dehydrated condition....

"I was just too tired to be bothered even asking what the transition sector might be. Later, perhaps. Zeena then returned with a piece of information that quite amazed me, even in my drowsy condition.

"It has been thirty-six Earth hours since you entered our time space. For one of you type, that is quite some time without rest, is it not?"
"....It’s a little longer than optimum," I replied....

"....Arriving back to my ’bed’, I must have gone to sleep almost immediately.

"When I opened my eyes again, Zeena was sitting opposite my cubicle.

"Verva," she said. "Did you sleep well?"
"Like a rock," I replied.
"Curious expression," was her reply.
"How long has it been?" I added, enquiring as to the duration of my sleep.
"One half of an Earth day - twelve hours," she answered.
"What’s ’verva’?" I asked.
"Oh, ’good spirit’ fresh energy to you’"....
"....Some more liquid replacement for you.... Com on. We have only two more of your Earth days and there is much to learn if you desire, and quite a few questions I have for you, too, before I return home."

"Zeena appeared most anxious, but how could she be more inquisitive than I? In any case, I was still reeling from awakening to find myself ’dream-bound’ and not back to Earth as I expected.

"Her home!

"....About the size of the planet Mars in your system," she replied, right on cue. "But it is not in the best of health, for our sun is slowly dying and we are being roasted with radiation. We are also losing our atmosphere. We can patch that to a degree, but nor for ever."
"Doesn’t sound good. What are you guys doing about it?" I asked.
"Well, we have been looking for a new home for many of your years. The best bet is still Earth, but we cannot take your gravity, among other things. That has always been the major factor, but it is also not of the right conformation for us yet. It used to be, but we are not quite like we used to be."

"Zeena.... chose not to continue."

"There is every chance that the Earth is about to change in the not-too distant future," was her revised answer.
"Change its conformation?" I enquired, startled.
"It shall mutate to a different density level, as you would understand it. It’s no big deal. It’s happening all over, all the time," she replied.
"....It’ll what?" I queried, looking at her in amazement.
"Well, that is another of those long stories I promised to tell you
about. It is best we get comfortable first and you get some fluid intake."
"I don’t feel at all hungry," I commented, still feeling more than a little worried about her previous statement.
"No, you should not need any solid nourishment while you are with us. We take only a little liquid now and then, drawing most of our energy from the forces around us with the help of our transporter’s interchanger. That’s one of the major tasks performed by the suit you are wearing." Zeena explained.
"Do you ever take them off?"
"....There is no need, except to renew, for sometimes they do get damaged....

"We entered the recreation room and headed for a side exit.

"In here," she explained, "is the nourishment room for this sector.... I would suggest the strongest of them for you right now. That would be the same as you had before your sleep period."

"She pointed to the station to the far end of a row of seats and said, "Let me show how to use it."

"As she was attending to my needs, two other crew members entered the refreshment room. I cannot be one hundred per cent sure that I was the cause of their reaction, but they took one look at me, turned, and left the room.

"The fluid was unusual: not so much the taste, which was quite sweet and left one with a rather warm feeling not unlike the after-taste of ginger-beer, but its colour was a glowing gold, almost luminescent.

"I should now start to answer some of those questions of yours," Zeena continued.

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Chapter 5

HISTORY LESSONS FROM THE FUTURE

"Now, how shall I start?" Zeena asked. "Perhaps with the Elders."
"Elders?" I chipped in.
"Like the Guardian you have met. They are each many hundreds of Earth years old and have a very ancient lineage. Their ancestors, who are my ancestors, are also very distant ancestors of yours; at least in part they are. Now do not interrupt!"

"....This is going to be difficult enough to explain without interruption. I will make room for questions a little later," she added. "These distant common ancestors of ours came to Earth many times, but more important to you was the visit of two million years ago, your time-scale, They were not the first [aliens] to visit. In fact, they and others have lived in an explored what you call your solar system for hundreds of millions of years.

"These travellers tidied up some earlier attempts to manufacture a species or race of humanoids on Earth, the end result being Homo sapiens. I will not go so far as to say these ancient ancestors of mine were solely responsible for your race, for that was indeed a joint effort of many ETs, all of whom at some time have laid claim to manufacturing your race. This is not a deliberate lie on their behalf - just a slight exaggeration of the facts....

"In many ways you have manufactured or at least fine-tuned your own race, and it continues even at this very moment. This is mistakenly called ’evolution’. ’Natural progression of the species’ is a fine turn-of-phrase uttered by one of your kind’s more enquiring minds some years ago. It was thought by many to explain the path of evolution, and there is an end to it. But this thinking leaves more questions unanswered than answered, for how and when did a butterfly obtain its wings? I shall not pursue this subject for there are more important things to discuss....

"....I will, however, tell you more of your own race’s personal history, for it is important that you should know your own past, and that evolution as you understand it is a myth. The changes are never slow but they are always planned. Later I shall show you that nothing in this universe - past, present or future in your time-scale - is left to chance....

"....Some of my ancient Elders stayed with the developing race. Others moved on. From time to time there were conflicts with other ET races as to what was best for one or the other, just as there are conflicts on your planet now, among your kind. You must understand that Earth is a very special place. It is very beautiful and there are many who have desired to own it. I would not go so far as to say this is no longer the case, but you should always have your wits about you! Even we, although we do not wish to own it, would like to live there. But we cannot - indeed, we must not - interfere with the processes that are happening on your planet right now. That is not to say that there are not other ET races that will not interfere, and that is why you must have your wits about you."

"Some of those processes which are occurring, or about to occur, are the direct result of that seeding by our ancient Elders. Even the Pyramids are ancient legacies left behind by our Elders to help you awaken when the time is right. They are very important to you, and it is from this front that progress of a most unexpected kind will manifest itself to your race in the non-too-distant future.

"All knowledge will be made available to your race in good time and in accordance with the laws of evolution. There has yet to be a force artificially manufactured in any universe that my people know of that is more powerful or wiser than this natural law. Trust me when I say this, for my race knows well the cost of interfering with the laws of evolution. We would warn your own people, if only those in control would listen. Alas, that approach appears to have fallen on deaf ears, so we shall now attempt to pass on the message in a different way.

"There was indeed a time upon your planet, not so long ago in the content of this history lesson, when a ’force’ came down upon it and did in fact claim it [the Earth] and all upon it as its own. That force - and I know you still find this difficult to accept, Alec [Zeena used my name for the first time] - that force is still among you. It is indeed now a part of all of you, so I suppose you could say it still does own the planet in some way.

"After this force won your planet, it realized it would have a continuous fight on its hands, for you were not as you are now. You were well on your way to enlightenment, with a very strong spiritual base. You were actually almost as strong as this force itself. It had to trick you in order to master you, and while you were down it altered your make-up, your very structure; your DNA, in fact. It crippled you and stunted you, and set you back many thousands of years. It made you in what you are today, which is only a portion of the greatness you can be, for you have not yet even fully recovered. And if that force has its way, you never will!

"That force is known to most as the ’force of darkness’ for it is indeed the enemy of enlightenment.... It is in the air that you breathe and everywhere about you. It has aligned itself to the planet and you. It beats to the pulse of your very planet, for you and the Earth are one and the same....

"....Unfortunately, most of your kind fight the natural forces of your wondrous planet. By this I mean you bend them, even break them, to fit your needs. It need not be this way. All is not lost; it just needs to be recalled.... It is not just Earth planet you are violating as you bend and break Nature in your whims of fancy, for all of all is connected. This is really very basic knowledge. It has been ignored because it suits those who could play with power to ignore it. We and others are benevolent to your race, as we all are connected, but soon something must be done before your play does meaningful harm to us all!

"....The dark force vibrates at a level that is compatible with your brain-wave patterns. This much you should already know, but others of your kind have kept it from you.

"....As you find with all afflictions, they are easier to contend with if you understand them.... Please interject from here on if you do not understand some point, for we do consider the following to be most important

"Some on your planet have aligned themselves with this ’force’. Note I have said ’aligned’ and not ’allied’, for there is a difference.... They have gained much power from the force, and some are even foolish enough to think they have it under control. This is naive, of course, as the force or alien entity is feeding off these people or, rather, feeding off the conflicts these people create in their bid for wealth and power. As long as it suits the dark force this shall continue, for the ’fear’ emotion is what it lives off.

(Zeena continues)

"The easiest way to defeat this force is to remove fear from your societies. This will, in effect, starve it out. It will then go elsewhere, looking for easier prey. You see, your human race is one of the very few that lives with this most unusual thing called ’emotion’, which is why the force came here in the first place. We, too, had emotions once, so I am told, and some are saying we can now experience them again, thanks to the new breeding program we are experimenting with....

"You will find some of your kind are trying very hard to harness this most dangerous force. Unfortunately, they do not fully understand that it is an entity in its own right and that this is a very dangerous mistake to be making. They think they are playing and that they are winning this game. We have tried to warn your people more than once in the past, but no heed has been taken....

"The worry we have is that your planet breathes with you, in harmony even with your thoughts. To attack the people by using the force in this way is to attack the planet. Be it on your heads if you invoke the wrath of your planet. There would be little or nothing we could do for your people should that happen. Perhaps you can help us with this message. We have an idea to put to you, but that shall keep until another time....

"Your societies, right from the very beginning, have engineered fear into your lives. Most of it is an artificial fear of society itself; in other words, you fear your very own laws. Your high priests from long ago shouted down to the common masses, describing what wraths would be set upon them if they did so much as dare to cross the all-mighty gods of their time. Forgive me if I make what you call a ’joke’ of this, for these all-mighty gods they describe were people like me or the Guardian, whom you have met. Do you fear me, Alec, from where you stand?"
"....I feel no fear," was my answer.
"So you see how your masses were manipulated in our absence by those who would gain from it?" she asked again.
"I can see how a lie can fool the uneducated," was my reply.
"And you think your people are better educated on this subject today?" she asked once more.
"If you ask what we know of God, then perhaps not," I replied.

"Exactly my point.... "And so the intimidation goes on, only you have a hundredfold the number of laws today. These are not the laws of Nature, however, just of your manipulators who in turn have been manipulated by the force.

"The laws of Nature you break every day as you drive to work in your disgusting machines. It is even more curious to us that you all know these things and you continue to allow them just the same. Why is there not a law against it in your society? Does pollution not kill? Are your people so blind they could not see what would happen with the proliferation of these strange machines?....

"You will perhaps tolerate our confusion, though, when we fail to understand what we have observed in your so-called Western societies in which thousands of your money are spent to save but one life, while millions of your kind die in other far areas for the sake of small amounts of this money. Are you not all one people of the same flesh and blood? For this question, we ourselves do not have such an answer....

"My own people sometimes embarrass and confuse me. No, I have no answer to that question." I replied.
"Very well. Please take this question home with you to put to others, for we also find this most confusing....

"....I have since duly completed that request.

"Zeena had some encouraging news. She suggested that the force would soon feel the weight of an invasion from above, and there would be battles fought at sea and underwater, and also in the skies high above. Most would know little about these events, except those caught within the by-products of the battles. By this she meant that the Earth would experience storms of gathering intensity, and where these storms would once have been confined to the vortex points of our globe (the western Atlantic-Bermuda area and the western Pacific, south-east of Japan) they would now appear randomly all over our planet. She did not say who or what might be behind these battles or be the cause of them. However, when the way is clear and some portion of the fear has been removed, we may indeed see other races of the cosmos openly visiting and interacting with us here on Earth!

"....Being a sailor," she said, suggesting I watched the weather, you will know what to look for. Trust in your instincts."

This is all she was prepared to say on the subject.

(Zeena continues)

"Your race is nearly strong enough to fight back and win its rightful place in this galaxy of ours. We will help you and your planet to do great things again, for we love all life. Even the dark force is a form of life and we must and do respect it. Do you understand, Alec? This is very important."

"....Yes, I do. But how do we fight this force if we cannot see it or know where it is?" I asked.
"It is within your very soul. You fight it with knowledge and understanding. But only each and every one of your kind can help yourselves. Nevertheless, to know that it exists is half the battle, and you can pass on this knowledge to all who should care to listen.... It is an unfortunate fact that the ones upon your planet who truly understand what a great hold this force known to you as fear has over your people are the very ones who are using it against you, and always have. They only understand its power, not its reason for being. That is why we have chosen this time to explain to you and others of your kind what we are here for.... We also understand that there will be some among you who will resent this knowledge being made available and will do their best to belittle and downplay its importance to your race.

"We may also need things from your planet. Call it a trade if you like, but I would prefer to use the word ’coevolution’. We both can grow. We both need to change. We can truly become great friends once you learn to break free.... you, Alec are part of this very special event that will happen, as many others. You will find them and they will find you. Just let it be known that you are a child of the light, whenever you feel the time is right....

"Her narrations had brought up more questions than answers, and quite frankly I did not know where to begin.... it was as if I had always known it was so! For that reason you may think my next question out of place.

"The thing that worries me the most," I replied, "is your earlier comment before this lesson began, about the Earth ’mutating’ into something. Where will that leave us, the people?"
"You have no fears there. It will be you, the people, who help the Earth to transform. You will already have passed over the next level of density, or be in the act of doing so, which in actual fact is evolution - true evolution, as it just so happens; not the form of change that you may have associated with that word in the past. I am sorry, here, because there has not yet been time to ground you in that knowledge. The Earth, too, will evolve along these same lines, and that is what I meant by ’mutate’. I am sorry for the use of that word if it has caused you concern," Zeena quickly replied.

"....What happened to those early ancestors - the ones who stayed on Earth, the ones who helped us in the past?"
"Some of them eventually interbred with your kind, although there was resistance to this initially. The offspring of these unions became our common ancestors. All who were pure of our blood eventually died of an unknown illness or left the planet. Their life-span should have been many hundreds, perhaps even thousands of your years. Some say they simply died of premature ageing. There are many possible reasons why this may have occurred, but it is not necessary for us to discuss that now. The few who escaped this fate and left Earth are now lost to us; where they may have gone my people do not know, for that was indeed a long time ago. But while we are on the subject of interbreeding, there are a few questions I would like to ask of you if I may," Zeena requested.

Her first question took me a little by surprise.

"Have you bred on your home planet?"
"That’s an interesting question," was my startled reply. "By breed I suppose you mean have I any children of my own?"

"I couldn’t believe she didn’t already know the answer to that question. Perhaps she was just being polite.

"Yes," she said
"Well, I have a son who is fourteen years old and is fit and healthy. He doesn’t appear to have many problems....
"....I was in the process of leaving my family unit permanently when you guys zapped me up here!" I replied. "Don’t ask why. It’s very complicated, and I’m not sure I know the answer anyway."

"This breeding process, in the form you Homo sapiens use, I have studied as much as I can from our records, but there is still much I want to know. I have been selected for a modified reproduce process when I return to my home planet. We as people are running out of time to develop offspring which could survive on any other planet apart from our own without life-support systems. By this I mean we have not yet found another world that is compatible with our specific and rather unique needs. I may be able to elaborate on this point a little later. For now it is enough to say we have few options and may have to adjust to new environments such as planet Earth - which we still like to call our second home, even though we are far removed from being able to live there full time....
"Our planet is rather full already," I commented....

"In spite of what I had already witnessed and been party to, I was in no way prepared for her reply to my statement.

"Oh we have already had communication with Earth governors on that subject; since the 1950s, in fact. They know of our desire and need. We have even made a trade, as you might call it. I cannot elaborate on this at this time. But not everyone has lived up to their agreements since then."
"Why does nobody know of this on Earth?" I asked, my eyes wide open.
"....What did the governors say when you said you would like to return to Earth at some time in the near future?" I asked.

"All they wanted were the ’lollies’."
"....There are not many of us," Zeena continued. "Fifteen million is but a small total, is it not, among your billions?
"....At this point in time there are still some important things that we must physically do here on Earth: some repair work, as it were; a legacy from the past which I am not permitted to discuss at this time.... This is no small thing.... Time is short, for next will come the changes - your awakening. "

"She answered my question before I could ask it. There was not much I could do but sit in silent amazement.

"You must realize," she continued, as I couldn’t think of any worthwhile thing to ask, "that we are quite a primitive race compared to other extraterrestrials that may communicate with Earth people from time to time. That is one of the reasons we are so attracted to Earth and to you as a race. We feel a real kindred or bonding for your people. We also think Earth is a most beautiful place."
"Where would you like to live on Earth if you had a choice?" I asked.
"We have an area that we call our own."

"Zeena explained to me that they are already using an underwater base in the general area of this land that has been set aside for them, although she would go no further in describing where that might be.

"She was then called away, promising to return as soon as possible to continue our conversation.

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