Htra-deg (Part 88)

I find myself overwhelmed with all sorts of things that demand my attention. Hardly any time to think and really try to put the past events in perspective. I understand the way energy functions, Yal-hune has helped pound those principles into my dense skull, and I need to make the time to analyze all that is occurring and find its root sources - in my past lives. It's so easy to just roll through it all and play with the emotions. I know better, but still its very hard when I leave the shielded areas.

All that has occurred, that will occur, is tied in to my pasts. All these things I interpret as negative, have their counterpart positive sides I am completely blind to. I start to dig a hole with all these biases. It makes it harder and harder to climb out. I realize that on worlds like Htra-deg they don't bias things and instantly seek and find equilibrium with all events. I know that's so much more intelligent than what we humans do, but when I'm away from the shielding I quickly succumb to the emotionalism and biases that are human traits.

Yal-hune appears before me. She is wearing an alien outfit similar to what she wore the first time I saw her. A wispy chiffon like material that defies Earth's gravity when it makes an appearance and floats through the air more gently than a dandelions seeds on a windy spring day. Her mind enters a room first and then her body. Once I see her it is like a cup of water for a man parched, wandering in an endless desert with a merciless, unrelenting sun overhead. Her upper torso is bare and every curve, line and angle broadcast their perfection like some radio signals that my eyes pick up. I need not verbalize all this, Yal-hune picks up my thoughts instantly and it would only be redundant. And for all her physical beauty, it's her mind that powers it - that shaped it - which is the real beauty.

I no longer conceal my thoughts from either Skuuinja or Yal-hune. I have abandoned thought markers when they are around. Skuuinja does not honor them most of the time anyways and brazenly reads my mind, regardless, and Yal-hune is so balanced and on equilibrium that nothing I can say or think would truly disturb her, offend her or emotionalize her. And since she has been such a healthy influence on me and my mind, I figure concealment only harms myself from an opportunity at Yal-hune's insight.

I realize I am becoming alien myself. My tastes, my choice of companions and most importantly - my mind - has absorbed and mimicked the more developed patterns of Yal-hune. Such is the destiny of everything less developed, to imitate and mold itself after those that have more development. Evolution at work. As I try to think as would a being from Htra-deg, with constant equilibrium and balance, I abandon my human heritage and its emotional lineage. Its obvious that one alien alone could shape a less developed world by visiting it. Our mythology and 'gods' probably have roots in a number of alien visitations.

"You have wanted to know what I have been doing for the past week. Well, I have been working towards the goal of protecting this world from harm and preserving this learning ground, for younger souls, from destruction. If you would care to join me, we will take a trip to my birth world of Htra-deg so you can more clearly see what we have been working on."

"I'm there!"

And with a wave of her arm I realize we are already en route. In a moment the white light which surrounds us subsides in intensity and the details of the landscape of Htra-deg are becoming clear.

"Then here we are!"

The first thing I notice is the sky. It is alive, like looking into a whirlpool or a tornado seen from straight overhead. Clouds moving quickly - far more quickly than on Earth. The sky is pink, magenta and a plethora of colors in that range which I have never seen. I am suddenly made aware the color spectrum is actually infinite! That on Earth we see only a fraction of the colors which exist in ever expanded spectra of light. The sky has an expansiveness that even makes the huge Arizona desert sky seem small. I can't help but realize I am on a huge world, a world that dwarfs my own as this maelstrom above me, curiously silently churns clouds and colors with an alien grace and shape.

The next thing I notice is that we are in some sort of parkland area, trees - or something similar, enormous, statuesque and higher than our redwoods - reach up towards this enormous sky. They glow from within as does the 'grass' here. They emit light and regenerate it in the same way the metal we recovered on Earth from the Flame Room does. The elements here are much more complex and generate their own light. Htra-deg does not get all its light from stars - rather it provides its own light and it never experiences 'night' the way Earth and the worlds in our solar system do.

Structures in the distance are crystalline and seem even brighter than the native vegetation. I am reminded of crystals I have seen that have been hit by laser light - the glow is very precise, crisp and the light shimmers with this clarity of radiance. As I turn to look at Yal-hune and I see her in this environment - I see how much she belongs here. Her beauty is magnified by this environment, it resonates with her and my eyes can barely contain themselves as they behold her. A wave of euphoria hits me. This world carries with it these very intelligent fields of energy and they have found my own fields and saturated them.

I see life in an entirely new way! I realize that my interpretation of life was like looking out of a small pinhole. Now, the obstructions are gone and I can partake of a vast and broad panorama of life! I am so overwhelmed my mind can't keep up with all that it now is struggling to perceive and absorb.

Skuuinja (Part 87)

The salty sweat stings my eyes and I polish the final panel on the Lincoln. Exercising clears the mind and gets those endorphins flowing through the blood stream. I like my exercise to be functional and productive. Whether detailing cars, gardening or similar pursuits that achieve a goal besides simply the goal of exercising. I am back at the house and for the first time in a week, I truly feel myself. Perspectives one can't seem to attain without shielding permit me to soar above the material troubles and conflicts and remove myself from the turmoil.

Here the garages are air conditioned, and the air is also filtered for toxins. Yal-hune incorporated some rather advanced alien designed chemical filtration elements into a modified conventional system. The result clears fumes and chemicals from the air - even in the garage. Which is good. The petroleum distillates in waxes and polishes are nasty stuff and are toxic to many organs and act as neurotoxin. I'll have to see what they use in the future or on Htra-deg to polish or clean surfaces, I'm sure it involves no toxins, whatsoever.

The car done, I enter the advanced shower system and refresh my body and wash away the sweat and dirt. As the shower system dries me off and decontaminates me with a fast UV bath, I think about the Chief's dreams again. Particularly about the moon coming down and refusing to go up. Did it deal with Obama's pulling the manned moon program? As I recall, the sun was arguing with the moon and the moon was struggling to rise but could not. So many possibilities enter my consciousness, from astronomical movements to simple symbolism, it is hard to know the true meaning.

Yal-hune greets me after I dress, but shortly thereafter disappears again. She is working on something with her brother and she hasn't yet told me what exactly it is she is working on. My curiosity is tempered, here anyways, but as soon as I leave the house it bothers me more. Well, I should say the overshadowers want it to bother me more. I'm sure she will tell me if I need to know or it helps things by my knowing.

"Are you still worrying about what Yal-hune is doing?"

Skuuinja is direct and has no moral blocks about reading my mind, brazenly.

"Not worried, merely thinking about it."

"Trust me, she knows what she is doing. And if you want to know so badly - simply ask her to let you in on it."

Skuuinja laughs. She delights in my conflicts. It's not a malicious laugh, rather she sees them as ridiculous and they amuse her. If I couldn't feel her mind and her love for me I could easily misunderstand her laughter and it would feed any one of a thousand and one insecurity complexes we humans possess in regards to how we are perceived by others.

"Thanks for your concern Skuuinja. How's Earth treating you?"

She becomes quite serious.

"I am learning a great deal. Seeing firsthand the results of overshadowing and the arrested cultural development here on Earth, has opened my eyes completely. I have a new compassion for humans. Their lot is a tough one. Constantly having their minds compromised - and worst of all not even recognizing it. I realize the unintelligent course I have traveled and see now that I will have great efforts ahead in reversing my past acts - including the time I spent overshadowing you."

"It sounds like coming to Earth has been an epiphany for you."

"Yes. In many ways it has. Just as humans have played video games and feel no remorse or connection with the characters, so do other worlds see the humans they overshadow as somewhat unreal constructs designed for their own entertainment. It seems like deranged attitude from this perspective on Earth, but quite a valid point of view from another world light years away. It is quite real to say that many beings on other worlds look at Earth like a video game - an entertaining toy. To be here and experience its reality is a shocking counter-perspective."

Skuuinja walks over and hugs me. Tears are on her cheeks and I feel her remorse and love like a giant wave that washes over me. I wrap my arms around her and hug her tightly.

"It will be okay. You are already reversing those past acts. Here you will be able to do much good, not only for yourself but for a world that is sleep walking through life."

Skuuinja kisses me on the cheek. It is an exquisite kiss and gentle as a soft breeze. Her own unique mental signature is in it and my body reacts. After years of kissing and being kissed by humans, I never imagined that there could be such a disparity between sentient species and their kisses. While kissing is uniquely a human activity and display of affection, when other sentience partake of it - it is not just kissing. It is much more mental than physical. It is very hard to explain.

I forget about trying to explain it and simply kiss her back, giving as much of my mind as I can to her. She's reading my thoughts and my mind as we kiss. I feel her inside me and looking at my thoughts with her own perspective.

"You know you over-reacted with Encyclopedia and Isis."

"Yes."

"You must realize how they were overshadowed from the get-go."

"Yes. I just don't know how I can trust them if they are so compromised."

"It's your choice, but if I were you - I would want to protect them - not cast them to the wolves."

She's right. I've let my biases and emotions cloud my better judgment. They need understanding more than punishment and they need to know what they are up against in their own minds. An idea hits me.

"Wait...what are you thinking."

I smile and let her pull it from my mind.

"You want me to teach a class at Shamballa? You want me to teach humans how to protect their minds and recognize overshadowing thoughts from their own?"

"Who would be better? And what could be a better way of reversing your past actions?"

I feel her peruse the notion and I know she sees the logic behind it.

"Very well. I will teach the Techs how to identify overshadowing and resist it. But if I do this, you must also do me a favor."

"Name it."

"You must go shopping with me today. I will need more outfits and it might not hurt if you buy me my own car as well."

"It's a deal."

Skuuinja races out of the room, "Hold on...I'll just be a minute." Her excitement is palpable and for someone older than everyone on Earth, she still has the enthusiasm and energy of a human teenager. I realize it's contagious as I feel the excitement build up in me. Suddenly, I feel the way she does, and every little event in life is exciting...and wonderful.

Humanity's Cage (Part 86)

I am back in Arizona. Encyclopedia and Isis are in custody at the old Shamballa facility. The Atlantean texts have been recovered. Once the news building was surrounded and entered by a fully armed team he knew he had no exit. The pressure is on to bring him up on some sort of charges or cut him some sort of deal where he makes up for the damage he has caused the Agency.

He's withdrawn and doesn't talk much. I don't trust him anymore. I don't trust Isis anymore either. If I do cut them a deal it will not be for their old positions. I'm honest with myself and realize I don't want them around the new Shamballa which has been activated. I don't like playing god with people's lives, but their own attitudes and behavior have washed away all the goodwill I once had towards them. They hold no credit with me anymore and its just charity that keeps me from washing my hands of them altogether and letting them take their lumps for being the most stupid smart people I've ever known. So many people's lives have been turned upside down because of their betrayal. So much work, money and time wasted. That's not what SDAI is all about.

As I type this entry, It acts to clarify my feelings. I can't work with people I can't trust. I will cut them loose. We have the Atlantean texts and if they have made any copies, it won't matter. It's the metallurgic content of the books themselves that is the real proof of their existence. People are skeptics, possibly more so than ever in this digital age. And they know if they keep pushing the matter, the next time they will not be so lucky. They will be incarcerated somewhere where there is no key.

Obama has cut the manned moon program in this year's budget. This was the overshadowing world's punishment for our attempts to advance. As always, the mandate, of the likes of Lal-atha, which has been imposed upon Earth still stands - no human is permitted outside the Earth's orbit. The moon is not ours - it's their moon. Space is not open - its closed. When I had Bush's ear, I could get him to promote manned exploration of space again. But Obama is surrounded by those who are almost totally overshadowed. The aliens plan to bring America and the rest of the world down has worked. Messing with the economy, dumbing down each successive generation with pacification technologies and creating a world of sheep who almost never look up at the sky above them - these are their success stories.

No one even complains much. The overshadowers have the anti-space meme down pat now. They can control the talking heads to talk about robotic exploration and how much better this is or how the money is better spent on the homeless or the hungry. No one tells it as it really is - Earth is a prison and no one is let out.

Humanity's cage.

Yeah, I know I sound depressed. I guess I am. It's been a very tough week and I realize, more than ever, that terrible precipice humanity flirts with. I realize that humanity could be wiped out tomorrow and the Confederation would not fire a single retaliatory shot at the worlds responsible. For beings who only understand the barbaric eye for an eye, the Confederation is not a threatening organization. The only thing that keeps Earth and humanity from destruction are those worlds that have taken a liking to Earth and it's sentient species, but who are NOT members of the Confederation and who are NOT all that developed yet. Beings for whom humanity's destruction would be a cue for their own genocidal rampage on the world(s) responsible - or more likely - worlds those responsible hold dear.

I haven't returned to the house since I've been back and I miss the shielding. I've been too busy activating the new Shamballa and I've slept in the new Tech1 office. Yal-hune has been holding down the fort with Skuuinja and I've hardly seen either more than once for the past week. I can't tell you how much I miss them both.

Life here is not the dirt, trees, sky or buildings. It's the people. When one finds someone who is intelligent and who makes one glad one is alive, one doesn't like to leave those people for any substantial period of time. They are like a battery for one's joie de vivre.

In my hours before falling asleep on this couch I have also been thinking about Tis-mi-ish and the life the future me lives with her. I wonder what I do? I wonder if I am smarter than I am now? Am I a better person or do I backslide and arrive in that future millennia with more baggage of all sorts? Many questions fill my head as I worry about the future and whether that future is set in stone or at risk - flirting with the same precipice of non-existence humanity faces now?

I also think of the Chief's dreams. There's something there I still need to look at. Something I need to uncover. Something very important that might save the world.
But it will have to wait. My eyelids are heavy and I keep falling half asleep as I write this.

Well, this is Tech1 signing off - for now.