Yaylu sits beside me in my custom royal blue, slightly stretched Cadillac Escalade with very dark tinting, her alien features safely concealed from view. The custom white cloth interior upholstery was specially made to keep the occupants cool in Arizona temperatures that often exceed 115 degrees and the inefficient r134 refrigerant system has been removed and a superior freon system installed to keep the interior 65 degrees even when its 120 degrees in the shade.
At seven feet tall she needs to put the seat fully back to provide needed head and legroom. She has been talking to me all morning about her arrival here back in 1945 and her mission to observe humanity and to try and prevent humanity from making itself extinct. She has abilities comparable to Yal-hune. Teleportation, telekinesis, thought communication and an advanced understanding of physics that makes Einstein appear like a pre-school dropout. Her home world is larger than Neptune and is nearer the center of the galaxy, where most of the advanced sentient worlds reside. Her metabolism and anatomy are sustained by a unconscious effort on her part that is second nature to her. She can literally draw unto her necessary concentrations of oxygen, nitrogen and other gases, and her mind can draw molecules together to form more complex molecules she needs which are not found naturally on Earth. Her mind does this automatically the way our autonomous system breathes and
eliminates waste. Her anatomy has 12 elements not found on Earth in its composition and they, too are sustained by her mind in this less complex environment.
These elements have different properties and permit some of her abilities to manifest. It's all about energy. Channeling and manipulating energy. Teleportation, molecular modification and such require the ability to manipulate energy, create bonding frequencies, harmonic oscillations of electrons and protons and all the rest. To most, she would appear as some sort of god - ageless and with super abilities that seem unnatural - even though they are perfectly natural for her. Like Yal-hune she has the ability to shield those near her from overshadowing signals which influence thought signals generated in the brain and cerebral cortex. Like Yal-hune she has the ability to heal with a motion of her arm. Like some modern day Jesus, she could cure the blind and make the lame walk. However, she also understands that this would defeat the purpose of these ailments and perhaps fatally weaken the individual - causing much greater, and longer lasting evolutionary harm than these ailments. So she has used great willpower and refrained from interfering with human development.
China, apparently, has a remaining extraterrestrial population in the Northern regions where tall Mandarins used to hold court, distant partial-descendants of these alien beings, and under the shifting winds and drifting sands, ancient relics of a 1500 year old extraterrestrial settlement on Earth still remain.
She looks at me and smiles. Yaylu's eyes are so large one can get lost in them without half-trying and her unadulterated alien looks arouse something inside me that must be genetic hysteria. My body realizes that Yaylu's genetics are far in advance and my cells are oscillating with her and remind me constantly that she would be a great reproductive selection. Such clinical scientific understanding and description can be summed up with words less fitting for a science journal but easy to understand - she turns me on.
I know she really likes me and I think Yal-hune chose her because of a very close past life we shared together - in Mandarin China 1500 years ago. We have had an instant reporte and part of me wonders just where this all might end up.
I am cut off by a black sedan and all of a sudden I realize something is wrong. My revere has come to a quick end and I curse myself for drifting off and not paying close enough attention to my surroundings. Three more black sedans are following me and quickly box me in. I see men with automatic weapons preparing to fire at us and I put my evasive driving skills to the test. I slam the brakes and let the rear car hit us. The other three cars try to slow down to hold the box, but leave enough of an opening for me to make a hard left. The men open fire on the car and the SDAI level XI armored body and glass shrugs off the high ballistic rounds with ease - for now.
"This is Tech1. I am under heavy attack and am requesting air support. I want a live satellite feed on my current GPS and local authorities notified of a shooting."
"We read you and will comply. ETA of 5 minutes for tactical air support."
Five minutes is a very long time and these guys are good. All four vehicles are already hot in pursuit again and I drive in serpentine waves keeping the shells that hit the car to a minimum.
"Yaylu...do you know what they want and who they are?"
"I do, but you need to develop your skills and this is as good a time as any. Reach out with your mind and find out."
She's as calm and collected as if she experiences this type of stuff all the time and is not showing any fear, concern or even much interest. She's more interested in my emotional responses to this turn of events and is concerned for me and my equilibrium.
I reach out and realize these guys are working for another US-based black-ops agency, thick with Israeli intelligence ties, but US funding. They have orders to assassinate the extraterrestrial spotted in satellite imagery over my house and retrieve the body. I thought my house was off all foreign and domestic satellite grids. Satellite orbital paths now have new measures of flexibility and some folks have been busy watching me.
"They want you Yaylu, they saw us in imagery when we were in the backyard. They didn't want to wait or observe and moved fast. They desperately want to see what makes you tick."
"Yes, I know. This is why I have avoided social contact for 65 years. The human instinct to fear and destroy that which it does not understand has always been present."
I know Yaylu could teleport us out of here - or teleport herself out or do any of a million and one things which would defeat their plans, but she is going to let this unfold and test my equilibrium. Do I want to kill these men firing at me and Yaylu? Do I bias them as evil and negative? DO I have the strength to see them just as positively as I see Yaylu? The answer, right now, is no. I don't have that strength and as the slugs keep pounding the rear windows, my training kicks in and I activate the five rear 50 caliber guns mounted under the car which emerge clandestinely in the bumper. I wait until the nearest car is right behind me and I fire the guns.
The engine of the sedan bursts into flames and explodes. The car rolls over as it loses control at speed and hits the embankment on the side of the road. I reach out with my mind and I know the driver is seriously injured with a collapsed lung, broken ribs and a broken arm and needs medical attention immediately. The passenger is in shock, but no serious injuries and only a few major bruises. I almost feel guilty but I know ambulances are already being dispatched and tell myself that if someone is trying to kill me and Yaylu, I have the right to defend myself and protect her.
Yaylu looks at me and I see she has her test - not biasing me and my ignorance. I have shown that I am little different than the men following us and return negative force with negative force. She is disappointed and it shows in her eyes.
Three vehicles remain. They are extremely good and the vehicles they have were well prepped for this task. Modified high performance engines, light armoring, run-flat tires and roof hand holds to allow their hit men a brace when they fire out the windows, for greater accuracy while moving. One of their guns is better than the rest and is using some sort of exploding shell designed to defeat even the most heavily armored glass. A few more hits and the rear glass will give up the ghost.
"This is Tech1. How close is that air support?"
"Three minutes."
Three minutes is an eternity in a situation like this and I turn to Yaylu,
"Would you care to assist?"
"Assist?"
"Whatever you want to call it - help, finding a way to extricate ourselves from this hostile attack...whatever."
"No. I told you, I don't interfere in human activities in this manner. You will have to do this by yourself."
Yaylu's words make me long for Yal-hune or Shayla who would not hesitate in such a life or death crisis to assist in providing a hasty exit and ending the conflict. Just after I think this, it occurs to me that this situation is of my own making - my own pasts. I try to work out on the fly. I try to see these hostiles on equilibrium - they are just doing their jobs. It's not personal. They don't know me or Yaylu and may even have families of their own.
I hit the nitrous button once I get to a stretch of open highway and the engine surges with power. The modified gearing permits a short burst of around 140 mph even with the extra armor weight. I put a few dozen more car lengths between me and the pursuers and for now the rear glass is still intact.
Part of me wants to sweep some 50 caliber fire behind me to dissuade further pursuit, but as Yaylu looks at me I try to take the high road and keep working on the magnetics of the situation. I reach out again with my mind, to find out more about these hostiles and their boss. I see a real time observation room receiving satellite feed from cameras mounted on the pursuit vehicles. This is an elaborate operation and has its own tactical back up.
"This is Tech1 to tactical air. Three bogies, black sedans are in pursuit of my location. They have two helicopters in the arena which are closing and full engagement with all hostiles is authorized."
"Spike Leader to Tech1. We have your bogie's in visual range and are preparing to engage."
I can see six F-16 Fighting Falcons closing fast from the southwest. The two helicopters I saw in my minds eye a moment ago are now also visible in the monitor displaying the wide-angle rear view camera. Two UH60 Blackhawk military helicopters with hellfire missiles.
The nitrous is all gone. The car is slowing down...137...130...now holding at 127 mph. This is going to be very close. I deploy the anti-tire spikes, just for the hell of it, knowing they wont slow these guys down at all and I look over at Yaylu again, who is still as calm as ever, as if none of this is really happening.
The F-16s have fired missiles at the helicopters, I can feel it before I even see the streaks heading towards us.
"Weapons away."
The blackhawks veer off recognizing missile lock, but too late to avoid the frontal assault. One blows up and then the other in a continuous pyrotechnics display that creates two huge fireballs in the sky behind me. The three sedans are disengaging and I see them trying to avoid the air-to-ground missiles now en route. I watch as one would be assassin screeches to a near halt and then jumps out of his doomed vehicle as fast as he can, while it is still moving. The three pursuing sedans explode into millions of pieces. leaving burning wreckage on the highway behind us.
"This is SPIKE Leader to Tech1. Your bogies are all out of play. We will stay in theatre until theatre is secure."
I feel relieved and yet as I look over at Yaylu, I know she is disappointed. She looks at me with her eyes and all of a sudden she reflects back at me all the pain, suffering and fear I have caused in those who lost their lives in just the past minute. Tears well in my eyes and there is nothing I can do to stop them. I slow down to 80 mph and head towards a safe house with my eyes clouded by tears and remorse.
"I am so sorry, Yaylu...you know that I didn't want any of this."
"Don't apologize to me. You will be apologizing to all those who have been maimed or killed this day in your future lifetimes. You have drawn them to you that much tighter and they will be your family, friends - and you will have to make amends and save their lives, give them life, heal their wounds and more - simply because of your inability to refrain from returning negative with negative."
Yaylu shows me the children and families of the pilots and operatives in my mind and I have to shut her out. I use full mental barriers as Shayla taught me to use and I lock down my mind from all external influences and signals. Yaylu has made me feel like a monster and all I really wanted to do was make sure we both survive the hit.
I focus on my training and think about retaliation - sending the group that did this a permanent message to back off, just in case the destruction of their hit squad hasn't changed their mind. When I get back to Shamballa I have the satellite feeds and all broadcast chatter analyzed and decoded. Yal-hune passed for human and never generated satellite imagery fodder for the anti-alien earth groups. Yaylu is going to be a problem. She will score a hit every time she steps out under a satellite cameras detailed eye.
scc
Monday, January 03, 2011
Thursday, December 30, 2010
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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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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Wednesday, December 29, 2010
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!
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!
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