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."

Vacation

The navigation room of Shayla's space craft is imposing in its grandeur. A catwalk extends into a room that is filled with imagery of the galaxy as broadcast by Confederation satellites and other worlds real time mapping. Almost every inhabited solar system is mapped and only about 10 percent of the galaxy is not accessible by her ships navigation instrumentation. The walls of the enormous room show a solar system, and simultaneously images of the inhabited worlds appear nearby with any and all dominant sentient life. Cities of unfathomable form and colors appear and one realizes just how diverse sentience is, after just a few moments of gazing at these displays.

I realize the worlds being shown are keyed into my mental activity somehow.

"Yes, the navigation display can detect those worlds which you have lived upon and extract this data from the signals still embedded in the fields of your consciousness and recorded past actions. At this time it is scanning both of our fields for this data and presenting worlds that we both have lived upon or traveled to in the past."

"Fascinating. Can it be attenuated to find ones that one has had the most positive lifetimes upon?"

"Yes. Just by thinking about it, you have already adjusted the parameters."

The worlds I see are getting more beautiful - some are so breathtaking as to leave me in awe, simply trying to absorb the beauty and majesty. My human consciousness, I realize, can only perceive a fraction of some of these worlds' beauty and my enhanced senses are needed to perceive some of what I am seeing. Colors unknown to worlds in our solar system, because the light is that much richer in spectra and complexity as generated by stars that dwarf our own. Fields of such massive intensity and beauty that even the images of them cause my consciousness to strive for new levels, to perceive more.

As the display of worlds continues, signals resonate with parts of me I knew not existed and I realize that my human consciousness is just a fragment of a greater field that has experienced so much more. Just seeing these images and these various forms of sentient life is broadening and awakening my own sentience. A thought tries to form, that I want to envy Shayla and other travelers of the galaxy, who get to use these ships, but in this state envy can't exist. My consciousness has been re-integrated and any and all lower emotions simply can't be sustained in this spectra.

"Yes, you are yourself again. Welcome back."

"It's good to be back. Thank you."

"No need to thank me - your own consciousness has again asserted itself. On Earth your consciousness is compromised, as is all human consciousness."

"I wish I could share this with the world."

"When the world is ready, they will experience these things for themselves. At this time only a very small percentage of Earth's population has frequency compatibility with these things - perhaps one thousand out of every billion people."

And I know she is right. There is a time and place for all things and I know how much pre-conditioning I needed to get to this point where I can stand here and attempt to absorb all this data.

"One world has now been focused upon longer than any other. Why?"

"That is the world where you and I have had the most positive lifetimes. We lived there as a joined couple, more than once, thousands of years ago."

As she speaks, I am overwhelmed by the beauty of the world. It glows an enormous reddish-orange and just by looking at it I feel more relaxed - and if this is possible - mentally alert. The images of the cities and the sentient beings that reside here are astoundingly beautiful and I find myself infatuated with this form of sentience - it is more appealing and more developed than what I have yet encountered. The anatomies are far more graceful and elegant, the faces all seem to convey a sublime peace and kindness that instantly can be felt and now - images and submerged memories are pouring in of life lived here.

"Shayla..."

Before I can even ask, Shayla is in my mind with the answer.

"This world is near the center of the galaxy. It is not compatible with either of our anatomies at this time and has limited facilities for hosting other forms of sentience. There is also a time-disparity and though we could arrive there in a matter of days, a year or more would elapse on Earth."

"I understand."

The truth is, just being here with Shayla and viewing these worlds has been as wonderful a vacation as I have had - ever. She takes my hand in hers and begins to oscillate with me. I feel our fields grow and then merge. Her mind in mine, mine in hers. I see us clearly as we were on this world! We were quite a couple and lived there so happily together. This world has served for many souls to further develop pure compassion, love and understanding and refine it to new stratospheric heights. It is one of the most positive worlds that still exists in the atomic spectra portion of our galaxy.

Before I know what has happened I realize I am standing with Shayla on the surface of this world in materialized energy bodies. We are in an enormous parkland and the ground glows a soft coral hue. Trees, or their equivalent, in brilliant fiery reds with jewel-like crystalline leaves tower over a cliff-face which overlooks what appears to be a pink ocean with many white and red breakers. The ocean moves in ways I've never seen, pulsing and undulating in flows like a living thing. The skies are yellowish and so beautiful! In fact, everything seems to convey this beauty - and something else. Yes, more than one sentient life form exists here! Invisible to the eye, yet not to the consciousness, other benevolent beings reside here already in non-corporeal forms. Like wisps of wind or breezes, these beings share this world with the other beings. They greet Shayla and myself with the warmest of greetings.

Truly incredible.

And once again we are back in the navigation room. Sustaining that type of materialized energy body can only be done so long and I realize that Shayla really extended herself to give us both a vacation I will never...ever...ever...forget.

"Thank you Shayla."

When I see Shayla smile at me and feel the love within her, I realize angels need no wings - just a pair of gorgeous spira-mirabilis patterned corneas to dive into and lose oneself within.

Finding Balance

Shayla looks at me and I remember when I first saw her in her silver flight suit. She was Chief Scientist for Project MIMIR and reported to Odin and oversaw the alien activity working with the Earth, specifically the US Government. She singlehandedly helped develop my telepathic abilities and brought my consciousness to a whole new level. When we traveled to the Iranian desert to secure the flame room the Travelers left behind, after less than 24 hours I was certain she was the one I would be spending out my days with. But within 8 months she was recalled to her world and I flopped around like a fish out of water for the first few weeks and then I threw myself back into my work and accepted that my pasts constantly involve break-ups and lots of loneliness.

I don't know what I expected, I found out she and I had some pasts together where we were very close and I guess I would have liked to go with her when she returned. But she never asked me to join her and she was always surrounded by other guys from her world who made me look like the village idiot. I hated that. You'd think after all I had been through I would be used to that, but still somewhere deep down it really bothered me. Earth and humanity has never presented any serious development, intellectually, and I realized I was just another mentally lazy byproduct of the Earth environment. I could never change that. I was always playing catch-up. Now that I've been with Yal-hune, interacting with her level of development, intellect and ability and even have had my consciousness and portions of my human brain "activated", by Confederation technology, parts which generally remain dormant - I am finally comfortable with my development around Shayla. I know she never biased it - but I did. Somewhere the gnawing insecurity (and more than a few eager overshadowers) were whispering that she returned to her world because I wasn't really good enough for her.

After a few months, I told myself it was good that she left. That she was taking up too much of my valuable time. That the Earth didn't need any aliens and that we were more than capable of handling our own affairs. Yet our relationship had left a very real barrier that now stood between me and every human woman I've ever loved. Tech7 was the first to feel my new distance and aloofness. I know my distance hurt her just as much as Shayla's hurt me - and I still have yet to make it up to her.

Seeing these parallel universes, future lives and the beings I have been or will be with has left me a mess. I feel like a creature in a zoo - the only one of its kind. I don't quite fit with humans and I don't quite fit with aliens. I don't fit in 2010, nor the past or the future. I'm in that netherworld and that is the price I pay for seeing what I see and knowing what I know. With great knowledge comes great responsibility, awareness - and in my own case - a roller coaster ride of equal parts ecstatic love and bitter loneliness.

I don't know why I'm thinking about this all right now...or perhaps I do. I guess seeing my daughters face disappear sort of snapped something inside me.

Do me a favor. For those of you reading this who have children - don't take them for granted. Give them as much love as you can - and more. Enjoy every moment you have with them. Don't be stingy with the kisses - because some day you'll face a day in your life when you realize you will never see them again.

Life is about finding balance. And right now I am ready to try and find some solace for my soul.

"Shayla...I would really like to take a vacation. How about you and I go visit some other world some place far away."

Shayla has been listening to my mental rant and the tears are still in her eyes. She grabs my head in her soft hands and pulls my face towards hers. She kisses me...so...so tenderly. And with this kiss I know she understands and feels everything I have been thinking about.

"Let's go to the navigation room and see if we can schedule our vacation."