Lefse, Snowflakes & Resolutions.

The funny thing about being in intelligence, is no matter what one knows, one gets to a point where one realizes the Socratic truth - one knows nothing. The past 72 hours have been more than eye-opening and I'm thinking Yal-hune knew exactly what she was doing when she left me with Yaylu. Because Yaylu is exactly what I needed at this point in time.

The New Year Intelligence Briefing (NYIB) is sitting on my desk and is over 500 pages of summarized threats, changes and problems - many the byproduct of the global economic realities. Not exactly light reading or entertaining reading, but I dutifully trudge through it and put post-it notes on pages and threats I feel are most important for SDAI to address.

Yaylu has taken Yal-hune's place at our house. She doesn't interface with humanity like Yal-hune did. She is too clearly alien and has no desire to undergo any transformations to blend in. I asked her how she managed for 65 years and she told me that she has alien friends here on Earth and does not socialize with humans. When I told her that must have been lonely she just looked at me and smiled. I don't think she was lonely at all and I did not realize just how many friends she has here.

Now Yaylu has taken me under her wing, so to speak, and she is giving me in-depth lessons in all sorts of galactic physics. She lived in northern China for the past 10 years and before that lived in Norway near Sogndal for 40 years. She says the North Sea when it is at its worst is the closest thing to the oceans of her world and her clothes and style are clearly Nordic. I wonder how many other aliens are in the region and considering her abilities and I'm not surprised she was able to go undetected for so long.

After spending 8 hours off and on with the NYIB, I leave my office, head up to the surface and drive home. The rains and winds are fierce. I feel my car being pulled by the winds and I compensate. The rain gets worse and I realize I'm caught in a flash flood. Visibility is zero. I slow down to a crawl, turn on my fog lamps, activate my radar threat detection system console and the radio's LCD screen transforms. Distant cars appear as blips and I can see those vehicles approaching from behind. As bad as the weather is, I still have to smile about it when I think about what other parts of the nation endure this time of year.

I take the extra time to think about some of the new research directors at Shamballa, who were briefed today and officially begin in the new year. One who will oversee work in the cryptography division is a woman of native American descent - Tohono O'odham, I believe. Something about her caught my eye and I will continue to keep an eye on her. She has a spark and when we were introduced I found myself thinking of the inspired Chief, and his family in the cliffs, with whom I spent time.

At last I arrive home and I pull the car into the garage, slide my nextgen fortezza style card through the security system and enter the house. Yaylu is watching television and has cooked dinner. She looks so dressy and conservative in her white turtleneck and black skirt with black stockings. She's clearly not from around Arizona and her Nordic style is a breath of fresh air. The food smells absolutely wonderful and I realize she is an expert chef and can cook anything anyone could imagine.

"Honey, I'm home!" I laugh to myself as I say it, but it feels right with her there and the table waiting so beautifully with dinner on it. She has even lit a few candles and placed them around. I'm really liking this.

"How was your day dear?" She says and smiles broadly, playing my game as she switches off the wall/LCD display system and rises. She looks fantastic and she gives me a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"It was tedious, boring but had a few bright moments...and yours?"

"Oh, I managed to bring my stuff over and get all settled. I met Skuuinja briefly as well when she stopped by. She's very protective of you. I'm not sure she likes me."

"Skuuinja is very protective of me. I'm sure she will get used to the arrangement. She just managed to make peace with Yal-hune, but she is very sweet once you get to know her."

"I'm sure she is. Now let's have dinner before it gets cold."

We walk over to the table and she has prepared an inspired meal of lefse with what appears to be goulash or perhaps meatballs with a light gravy delicately poured on top. It smells delicious and is prepared with the culinary flare of a five star restaurant.

"You really didn't have to do this Yaylu."

"I wanted to. It is no problem at all. Let's eat!"

We sit down and dig in. It is delicious. As I look up from my meal and meet Yaylu's large bluish-grey eyes, I find myself amazed again at just how quickly changes appear in my life. If the way to man's heart is via his stomach, Yaylu has already paved a perfectly smooth path, but when she pulls some of her own custom cookie recipe from the oven for dessert, the smells are intoxicating and I know she is already almost there. I take a bite of a cookie she offers me and it is still warm and melts in my mouth like some heavenly food of the gods. It is filled with something of a slight pudding consistency, sweet but not too sweet it is rich and filling but not too filling.

I think I'm in love.

She smiles as my eyes light up and her eyes light up as well. Suddenly, I realize just how blessed I am again and what sacrifices and efforts the people around me make for me. I know that one of the ways I can pay them back is by making a resolution to iron out the wrinkles in my pasts and lose the negative biases, fears and other negative baggage.

I extend my hand towards Yaylu. Yaylu grabs my hand with her long slender hand, her silver-blue fingers caress my skin and the candlelight flickers nearby.

"Let's go out back."

We walk outside, lean back on a large deck chair and with a remote control I activate the heaters which are cylinders which emerge from the cement around the pool and the courtyard and radiate heat.

"Look up."

She points up and I see an amazing sight!

"It's snowing!" I'm amazed and I realize it is her - she is able to influence the weather. "You really ARE the spirit of winter aren't you?"

Her silvery blue eyes sparkle and I swear I can see snow flakes glistening in her eyes. She sighs and she looks at me so wonderfully with a deep gaze that causes me to shiver and her hand reaches out to my face and her fingers delicately stroke my cheek. Her lips are rich, full and glisten in the light. Her white hair shimmers as though it were woven of silk and cast of pure moon-beams on a starlit night. Her silver blue skin looks so soft and gentle.

Snowflakes suddenly fall all around us - the first time in this low desert region in hundreds of years. Like some fairytale come to life I swing to my side, wrap my right arm around her and I pull her closer towards me. She has wakened in me that best part of myself - the part that I am and wish I could be all the time. None of this was an accident. All this was part of some plan much greater than just me or her.

Snowflakes land on her nose and lips. I kiss each spot where they land and I feel them melt between our lips and skin. She does something with her eyes - I can't explain it, but it is something quite incredible. I feel her eyes literally caress me. Some special nerve or organ in her large eyes can emit some sort of energy.

"I really hope you didn't think the cookies were dessert."
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Yaylu teaches me a lesson.

I'm in the middle of a deep depressathon. I didn't go home last night and slept in the daybed in my office. Yal-hune's forced departure to save me and the Earth from a nuclear future repeats the same pattern I have had with every woman I have ever loved and cared for deeply. Like some curse that hangs over me, every woman who loves me is forced to leave me or I leave them after what usually seems anywhere from a few months to a few years. At 3am last night I started moping in my office and thinking about this turn of events - and began to get angry about it. I was angry with the universe.

Sure, I know it's all energy flows and I know these flows regenerate again and again, but I thought I had made enough headway to actually break the short-lived relationship cycle. I was wrong. Yal-hune's gone and I'm frustrated. I never got a chance to meet Tech7 over the holidays and she has gone back to DC.

A bright ball of light appears in my office and at the center of it is Yaylu. Her white hair and silver-blue skin, as mentioned previously, remind me of the spirit of winter - a Japanese Manga artist's dream come to life in a real living and breathing 7 foot tall glorious vision of a woman.

"Class is in session. Sit down."

I sit at my desk with a warm cup of decaf and I wonder just what this beautiful alien is going to teach me.

"I've lived here 65 years on the Earth. I've had to limit my interaction with humans so as not to interfere with their natural development and growth. I've often wanted to tell them what I am going to tell you. You've already been interfaced by Yal-hune, Shayla and others so I am free to let loose - because you certainly need it!"

"Go ahead - give me both barrels. I'm ready."

I laugh a bit, but she's just looking at me with her large intense eyes.

"You need to really understand ENERGY. You think you do, but you don't understand it well enough to avoid getting caught up in self-pity, self-doubt and the path of dissolution and selfishness."

She waves her hand in front of me and leaves a white vortex made of light in the air.



"This is you - a vortex of energy. You are growing and regenerating all that you are with each passing moment. You recognize that this vortex is infinite in nature and can keep spiralling around itself forever. The direction of this vortex is influenced by your biases. All that you are is in here and it is a field of flowing energy."

I watch as the vortex comes to life as her mind animates it. The core vortex springs off branches, smaller vortices that branch off the main logarithmic spiral.




"Yes, you recognize this as the same way any plant grows - the branches sprout at precise intervals. In this instance, your experiences regenerate and as you go through them - new experiences are added to them. These experiences emerge at points that have a frequency relationship with a certain part of your own personal infinite vortex. So at any point various parts of you are receiving more energy and development and others are receiving less. Your consciousness and your pasts determine and guide these flows."

I watch as the vortex pulses like a living thing and the branches grow at varying rates, some faster and some slower. The flow of energy into each not fixed, but variable.



"Your experiences with women in many lifetimes has created a pattern - a cycle - that regenerates and reappears in your life with great frequency. You have created this cycle yourself and have fed it. It becomes a dominant element in your lifetimes - and because you keep feeding it energy - in the form of NEGATIVELY biased energy - it keeps growing and starts to dominate, sculpting and shaping the way yo keep living out your lifetimes.

The vortex floating in front of me pulses and one arm continues to grow faster than the rest and dominates the other vortices.



"As you return to the physical, you now have to deal with this same vortex again and again - and you need to feed the other arms more energy to diminish this imbalance. By viewing Yal-hune or Tech7's departure as negative - you only strengthen this cycle and torture yourself more.If you view these things POSITIVELY and see the GOOD in them, then you will tame this runaway set of experiences and put it back into a proper relationship with the rest of your being. Do you understand?"

I watch as the red vortex slows its growth and the rest of the vortices grow faster, creating a balance again.




"Once you do this, you will no longer live lifetime after lifetime with this central theme of intense love then break up and loneliness. So you must learn to see the good in the apartness, the loneliness and the entire situation. Once you do, this cycle of energy will diminish and just become a minor element of your life. You understand that there is not just one "soul mate" for you, and that as you become more infinite you will develop intense developed positive relationships with many beings."

Yaylu looks at me and smiles. She approaches me closely and bends down and gets right in my face with her lovely face and big eyes.

"For me...I would never have gotten to meet you in this life if not for Yal-hune's departure. Your imbalanced past has opened the doorway for me to enter your life. And make no doubt about it - the kid gloves are off. When you behave in an imbalanced manner and fail to see the good, I will be here to remind you - even if I have to kiss you every time you think a positive thought - just to reinforce it and keep you on the right path.

She smiles and I test her. I think about all the good that this has brought about, about me understanding more of myself and the way life works because of Yal-hune's departure.

Sure enough, she kisses me with her silver-blue lips and it is a kiss unlike any other I have ever felt - electrical and powerful beyond words. I am suddenly floating in free space and all that is around me is her - her lips connect with mine and the flow of energy between us is intense and indescribable. It is a kiss powered not just by her body or by lust, but by her mind and soul. It is a kiss that has a keen intelligence. It is directed and it is designed to spur my mind and feed my soul - and it works!

Solutions.

I'm sitting at my McGuire desk formulating a plan to make amends to Tech7 while she is in town visiting family and friends. Yal-hune appears in my office and she is smiling.

She always seems to be smiling so this isn't that strange, but today she is smiling a bit more broadly and I can guess the reason.

"I found a solution."

"A solution that breaks the loop of nuclear futures?"

"Yes."

"Does it require any special effort on our part?"

"Actually, it does. You and I have a very important mission to accomplish. To break out of this loop seemed nearly impossible and I had to view more and more possible futures based upon our actions. After reviewing literally hundreds of thousands of futures and possibilities, I stumbled across a course of action that is integral to breaking the loop and throwing the Earth into another cycle, one that is much more constructive than the alternative - and also drastically alters your futures for the better again as well."

"Sounds great! What do we need to do?"

"We are going to be traveling. Prepare yourself."

I stand up and just close my eyes, and let Yal-hune do the heavy lifting. I feel my body being changed into energy and carried through time and space and feel it solidify again.

Before I even open my eyes, I know we are in the White House. I recognize the smell of the cleaning fluid used daily on the hardwood floors. The decor may change, but that cleaning fluid has been in use since at least 1990.

As I open my eyes, I see we are in the antechamber to the Oval Office. The President's computer sits there, running silently. Yal-hune sits herself down at the desk and starts typing. I know there are at least three different cameras pointed towards this spot, but Yal-hune isn't seemingly concerned about them.

"What are you doing?"

"We're going to be sending out some Presidential e-mails."

"Is that it?"

"No, this is just one stop. We have more before the evening is over."

I watch over her shoulder and she has all the passwords and manages to enter Obama's e-mail. Her fingers move so quickly it is hard to fathom she almost never works keyboards.

I'm wondering where in the heck the Secret Service is. This room is on a 24 hour feed to one of several command centers underneath the White House.

"The monitors don't show our presence. None of the sensors are detecting anything other than an empty room."

I have long since learned Yal-hune can do pretty much anything she wants to. The only thing I wonder is why she even bothers to come here physically to do this. She addresses my question as her fingers dance over the keyboard.

"It's complex. In this instance, to get the benefit - we had to be here physically."

I remember she has these things mapped out to the nth degree. When you see so many possible futures you learn the consequences of each action and the details become all-important.

"So who are you sending emails to from Obama?"

"Just a few world leaders."

"What does the email say?"

"It's a riddle."

"A riddle?"

"I'll explain later."

She keeps on typing and I look around the Oval Office and take a seat behind the desk. I wouldn't have dreamed of doing this when President Bush was in office, but things change. I like my desk and chair better at Shamballa, both are more comfortable. The new decor is pretty bad and the furniture looks like something bought at a furniture mall. In fact, you almost feel like you are looking at a display set and all you want to see is the price tag stuck to one of the coffee colored chairs.

"You keep biasing things - nonstop"

"I know, I'm sorry."

"You only hurt yourself - not me."

"Are you almost done? I know Obama is in Hawaii by now, but someone might come in anyway."

Yal-hune looks over and smiles at me. She knows exactly where everyone is and what's going on. All my instincts and clandestine training are put completely to waste with her on a mission. Her skills and sensory awareness make them obsolete. I use my mind like Yal-hune uses hers and I see the guards patrolling and the staff enjoying Christmas eve as best they can.

"Okay. We're done here. You ready for our next stop."

I get up from the desk and walk towards Yal-hune.

"As ready as I'll ever be...activate the transporter anytime!"

I leave my eyes open. It's getting fun watching one environment morph into another in an instant. I watch the oval office and the hideous coffee table disappear and are replaced by a sterile looking room with walls of what appear to be steel and many small lock boxes.

"Where are we?"

"We are in the vault of the International Fidelity Commerce Bank in Geneva, Switzerland. We are about to make an unauthorized access."

"Theft?"

"Not exactly. You see, the box is wired to a sensor. When it opens it transmits a signal to a certain party."

"Who? What is in the box?"

Yal-hune walks over to the box and merely taps it with her finger. She slides the box out. I see what appears to be a small black book, several million dollars in diamonds and cash and a very unusual wrist watch. Yal-hune merely touches the watch with her finger and then she slides the box back in its place in the wall.

"That's it? Touch a wrist watch in a lock box?"

"That was not a wrist watch. That was an advanced genetic scanner and is not of this Earth. The owner of this box is not of Earth."

"I'm confused. First e-mails from Obama and then an alien genetic scanner? These things break the loop?"

"Yes. But we're not done yet. Prepare yourself."

"I'm ready."

The bank vault disappears. We reappear on the Great Wall in China. It is night and the stars are visible.

"Why are we here?"

"We are going to meet someone."

I barely have time to process her words and a being appears. Clearly not human. A female form about 7 feet tall. Very beautiful. White hair, silvery skin. She looks almost like the spirit of winter come to life.

"Yal-hune?"

I sense something amiss, but I don't quite know what it is. The female alien looks over at me and smiles. I get a deja-vu of this whole scene and it is linked to something really important, I just don't know what.

Yal-hune turns and smiles and then disappears.

The white haired woman walks over to me and speaks in my mind.

"Hello."

"Um....hi...where did Yal-hune go?"

"She has left the Earth. My name is Yaylu. I'm a friend of Yal-hune's and she asked me to take you back to Shamballa."

"I don't get it. Is our mission done? Why didn't Yal-hune tell me about this?"

"The mission is complete the loop has been broken. You will not see Yal-hune for some time. She asked me to look out for you."

I look over this striking (and very tall) female now that she is standing in front of me - looking down at me. Her silvery skin doesn't look metallic, but almost a very soft pale blue/silver. Her white hair and white eyebrows frame a face that is almost human looking. Her eyes are at least 1/3 again as large as human eyes and her jaw is unlike any I have ever encountered - the bones are sculpted differently. She does look very beautiful and her smile and eyes are quite attractive. She has that spark and I wonder just how developed she is and what world she calls home.

"We will get a chance to know each other much better. Yal-hune has left the Earth because her departure was one of the parameters that were necessary to break the loop."

As she speaks in my mind she seems very familiar. I keep getting the feeling that I know her. I know I would be sad about Yal-hune's departure if I were not being shielded somehow from overshadowers. In stead I am left with understanding - and an awareness that Yaylu has the ability to shield me and teleport like Yal-hune.

"I am another emissary. My world is not a member of the Confederation. I have lived on Earth for 65 years now - since the first atomic explosions."

"You look all of 28?"

"I am 393 Earth years old. The average lifespan of my race is about 700 years"

For a 393 year old woman she is a knock out. I realize that cycles of energy control the DNA and the cells and that these other worlds simply possess different cycles which keep cells youthful longer.

"Do you know Yal-hune personally? Had you met before?"

"Yes. Yal-hune was familiar and in contact with all the aliens living on Earth."

"That's interesting. I did not know that."

As I converse in her mind, I see she has a very different personality and feel than Yal-hune. It's hard to convey or describe, but she is...well..playful or less serious or something. Her thoughts are not as orderly, she has almost a whimsical mind - now as I think about it, her mind instantly becomes almost as cool as her silver/white appearance. The disparity is unnerving and I put up mental markers to shield my thoughts and I don't intend to let them down anytime soon.

She puts her hands together and a white ball appears around them. It gets larger and larger and envelopes us both. I feel time and space altering and I see she has her own method of teleporting. We are back in my office at Shamballa. The clock says 12:33 AM. It is now Christmas.

Yaylu looks down at me.

"Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you too."