Alien Time — Epilogue
Future Time
The Earth shines bright in 2264.
The atmosphere is light, feels dreamlike, and surreal, reminiscent of a total eclipse of the Sun.
Playful clouds cast shadows that shimmer and dance across the landscape. Side-by-side the friends gather at the Highland Hill Portico café. Unlike the past poisoned by inequality, conflict, and corruption, the cafe is built to resist collapse and prioritize the common good. The ability to move beyond darkness is a treasure beyond measure. Hulla and his friends fully immersed in the ever-changing present, shifting now. Time can’t separate them. Each, an effulgent light within the immense, unending expanse of their universe.
They view the undisturbed forest with its winding rivers and rolling hills, made even more magical by the sparkling presence of ancient glacier boulders. Hulla knows that the once formidable foe of the planet got leashed and restrained. Aliens erased from human memory. No longer overwhelmed by whirling-vertigo-hole, says, “The Shadow of Sirius, is behind the Earth.” Feeling a strange sense of distance, but no longer watching from some other place. It is the aliens not Hulla, “Stretched into the vast expanse of the past.” He is safe at the café on the cliffs and bluffs above the high prairies and surrounded by the twenty-third century.
A calico cat doses on the portico. “Hello, Tyche,” Mitchel murmurs. “Were you well-behaved today?” Mitchel lifts the cat, stroking it gently. The cat, with a blink, curls into a ball, and falls back to sleep. There is a flock of red-winged blackbirds, and they rise and fly far away. Looks at Hulla to say, “Singing birds are safe today.”
“The warm sunshine, its golden glow on everyone,” Mitchel says. Afternoon light, and delicious smells drifting and pervading the area.
The café is filled with sparkling, tiny prisms, casting vibrant, luminescent reflections of light that resemble a disco ball effect. The waiter greets the friends, who bring a dessert with a high percentage of sweetness. With the scintellating effect delicious food, brownies tempts with rich aroma. A globe of shimmering cut crystal is placed at the center of a table. “It appears to be a delicate round plate with brownies,” Hulla exclaims as Jimi complains that he doesn’t want a hologram delight. “It isn’t! This is for real.” Hulla and his friends enjoy a delicacy, a specialty made at the Portico café.
The server says, “You travel light and eat light, going to places that you love, and now get to hang out.” Sagan smiles at the waiter. He seems like family, now.
The waiter flashes a bright smile in reply. “Pleased with the nutritious creation?” A nutritional snack, made with the right amount of vanilla extract, organic cacao, and milk, sour cream made from grass-fed cows, natural sugar, raw honey, fudge, flour, and baking powder. And a secret additive with many uses.
“I fudged the mixture for super moist, and chocolaty taste.” The waiter says.
“I love crispy edges and crackly tops,” Sagan speaks for everyone.
It is a high point for friends to mingle and integrate their experiences. They are like a gravitational wave in a coherent state. Awake, each a ripple, harmoniously singing on the calm surface of a serene pond.
The waiter hadn’t seen Hulla since that radiant morning. The beginning of our story.
Seems like a lifetime ago. Eurydice thinks to Hulla intimately. Telepathically, he replies, Where are you?
It has been many days since twenty-first-century Hulla had gone forth to Jim’s Fieldstone forest cabin and rescued twenty-third-century Hulla; back to the present. Both have found their present moment.
“The Black hole escape is in the past, now.” Reassured by Jimi, speaking to the polite waiter. The waiter needed some time to believe in time travel.
Faster than cross-town traffic, a young Eurydice appears. Enters through a crystal glass door. She looks younger, wearing tight blue jeans. Gypsy eyes that shine blue and cheekbones that are high. Thunderstruck, she glances at Hulla and friends, her eyes widening in astonishment; “Everyone is together, again.”
Hulla says, “Hello, Selena.” Looking directly into Eurydice’s bright eyes. Lifetimes are filled with experiences that shape who we are. Her true identity no longer vague. A holographic projector can sometimes alter how someone looks. The group of friends can tell the difference up close.
Eurydice replies, “Don’t look backward or you will lose me.”
He smiles and says in a spirited voice, “We have time.” There are some things only intimates can understand. She is aroused by the smell of brownies on the plate.
Jimi sings, “I didn’t mean to take up all your sweet time. I’ll give it right back to ya one of these days. Ha ha ha!”
As time passes, musical sound reverberates, light reflects, bodies move and, the seasons change and the landscape transforms, all before them in their mind’s eye.
Eurydice disappears like an image in a mirror. She doesn’t need to dial her atomic cesium watch to teleport. Eurydice melts into a mesmerizing rainbow. A paint-splash explosion of charming colors, then she fades to distance, unknown places.
Shamkat appears and replaces a dematerialized Eurydice. Shamkat the one who looks like the goddess Selena. The past, present, and future meet. Shamkat wears a vibrant red outfit, symbolizing an unwavering sacred bond with the Ancient-of-Ancients. In truth, Eurydice- Shamkat –and Selena are one.
She moves like an angel and graciously distributes a treated kiss to each friend seated at the table. “I get high with alittle help from my friends.”
In 2264, Mitchel, Sagan, Hulla, and Jimi are too young to enjoy a beer but old enough to indulge in the unregulated, mind-expanding snack. And the delightful presence with their ageless Shamkat. She pretends with her friends by casting a youthful appearance. Age is like a hologram, constantly shifting and changing. She reminds her friends at the end of the day.
Sagan, alternative lifetime’s never forgotten. “We are the children of the Aquarian Age.”
“Ahh, It was for this reason we got persecuted during the Pisces Age of the twenty-first century.” Like a wave of light, Jimi speaks with Earth force to play truth. What would you think if I sang out of tune?
As Hulla catches a glimmer of Jimi’s intentions, “We were not only out of our time but Earth out of sync during the dis-harmonious twenty-first century.” A part of Hulla remains in a time known as the Pisces Era.
Sagan remembers and says, “Year 2025, and the Dvapara Yuga almost done.”
Mitchel adds, “We were almost done, too. Transitional periods are tough.”
Selena replies, “Treta is a wonderful time to be alive.” In time, Treta will be past. “Dvapara was a new day yesterday.”
The Age of Pisces represents the time when human beings needed to understand the matters of the spirit. During the Pisces Age, humanity had to learn the crucial lessons of embracing the oneness of all cultures, religions, and creeds.
One planet, one consciousness, one civilization. The friends think as one. In their prime, they cannot be divided.
Sagan, star-struck by the recollection and sights of the bygone days, “Since the year 68, religions have tried to reach the soul. To reach starry heaven, humans mistakenly created too many external technologies.”
They remember people who flew through the bright sky above glistening water, yet despair was dark, deep, and heavy. Hulla says. “Capable of outward technology, dwarfs of inner life.”
Sagan replies. “The bewildered humanity got pulled into the War of the Worlds with unseen aliens.”
“Sirens growled in the past,” Mitchel says. “Humans leashed by dogs.”
It is no joke, “Turning inward to travel the vast universe is the lesson of the Aquarian Age.” Hulla takes a mouthful of brownie, experiences the high, before engaging further in conversation. “Our Age of Aquarius represents the time of the spirit, mastery of the soul.”
Shamkat turns to her friends, “The Aquarian Age is a time of the spirit, our time to turn inward and become god ― our inner divinity.”
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“Yes, and to mirror the qualities the Ancients-of-ancients,” Sagan pauses. Just person mirrors a just city. “Food and love all that was needed for the neglectful hunger of the Pisces Age.”
Selena says, “I crossed meadows and drank deeply of the cold water to taste the cooking wild onions, herbs, peeled thistle stalks, mushrooms, watercress…”
Sagan is not amused. “You know what I mean!”
Says, “Atlantis and Mu civilizations perished because of their inability to adapt to Earth’s changing conditions,” Adds. “Extinction threatens the unbalanced.” As above, so below.
Hulla emphasizes the dire achievement of their past success. “If humanity’s progress got hindered, Earthlings would have had to wait a whole Galactic ― Zodiac year to try again and learn.” With each breath, his chest rises and falls rhythmically. He pauses and takes another bite of the brownie, “To learn the lesson of the Pisces Age.”
Like a young astrophysicist, Mitchel says, “One full rotation of 25,920 years, for the clock of the Milky Way Galaxy to present a new chance to comprehend the message of Pisces unity.”
“A long time to wait for some people,” Hulla says.
Sagan says, “Thank Shamash, that didn’t happen.”
“In the course of a full precession period, Sirius would have enslaved, captivated and fed on low-energy humans unable to transcend to the next level.” Sagan replies, “The Age of Aquarius!” A transcendent period of spirit.
Jimi adds, “The Sirius dogs wanted a terraformed planet.” If humans didn’t evolve. “Humans would have been an ideal source of nourishment. Sirius would continue consuming energy as they did during the twenty-first century.” He takes time to breathe, “A world bent on self-destruction.”
Hulla says, “With high output human potential, the beings on planet Earth did fend off an alien attack.” Faced with a dark age of alien catastrophe, “Human beings evolved, which allowed them to protect themselves.”
Mitchel’s gentle, understanding smile returns, “My old friend, not old enough to drink Sumerian beer. Sirius was determined to have none of that.” Sirius fought to their last dying breath.
“You are born in the twenty-third century with the same dry humor that no one really understands.” Mitchel doesn’t laugh.
“Like an archonic villain in a sci-fi book, Sirius craved the energy of Earthlings, viewing them as a source of sustenance like small batteries in a Matrix-like trap.” Mitchel gives a redeeming answer.
“Destruction of the Earth through agriculture was not the evasive aliens’ primary aim; it was merely an incidental consequence of impeding consciousness. Dulling of one of the most powerful beings in the universe.” Hulla pauses for a second, “Humans!”
Mitchel repeats in his own words, “In a malevolent invasion, they attempted to poison the vital fruit of the planet Earth, human consciousness.”
“I see,” Sagan says, uneasy of his prior reincarnation during the twenty-first century. And remembers the glory and gifts given to Mesopotamians by the Ancient-of-Ancients, forgotten in the past, but he remembers in the present.
Hulla replies, “Sirius used the most destructive weapons of duplicity and misinformation.”
Mitchel, “They used terrible lies to trick people.”
Hulla says, “Sirius’s necessity was to contaminate the planet…”
Sagan interrupts, “Only for reason of resettlement of their own deadly breed.”
“Sirius devised a sinister plan to stifle normal development of human consciousness, hoped to ultimately lead people to destruction.” Hulla sits on a comfortable chair, and listens to glorious sound from an unseen sound system.
“Do not forget aliens’ wrecked music in the past.” Jimi’s hair is long and blonde and wears clothing that is not torn like old slacks of the past. Jimi talks like he is playing the notes on a tuned guitar.
“Ironically, it was Sirius’s infiltration that polluted the atmosphere, bringing an end to the Ice Age and setting the stage for humanity’s preparation for the upcoming Aquarian Age.” Hulla understands how all things, from the smallest insect to the tallest tree, contribute to the intricate balance of nature.
Like trees, humans stand tall with a straight spine, reaching for the sky and heaven. Like Pando, embodying compassion in every interaction. ♪ ♪ ♪
The friends hear a sultry song, telepathically played by their trinity friend: Eurydice- Shamkat -Selena.
Her words call out loud, “We are the Earth.”
Hulla as if he memorized her words, “Humanity, in every age, must recognize their role as caretakers of the planet, and strive to improve rather than damage Gaia.”
She says, “Pando and old-growth forests helped humanity understand Ancient-of-Ancients’ wisdom.”
“To remind the age-old caution inscribed on temples and treasured by the first civilization builders.” Hulla pauses and looks out of the open café patio at the visible beauty penetrating through strong tree branches.
He sees the world as similar to the unseen Tao. “Unity, not chaos.”
“Hulla, my sweet.” She says. “There is a deep interconnection among all beings of the Earth.” For the first time since the race began, humanity learns what cooperation meant. “Humanity grows. It is similar to the forest’s fungal networks connection beneath the soil, linking enormous areas together.”
He replies with her in mind. “Life essence of these networks, distribute carbon and nutrients to areas of the forest that need them most.” He reflects for a moment. “All participate.”
Whispers as a goddess, “We are born on Earth to grow and develop. To live here. Not to perish in a dim gray underworld.”
“One is the living world, and the other is poisoned with death.”
“Yet, some walk through both simultaneously.”
“It was not our time to build rockets and leave a dead world,” Sagan adds to the conversation before it ends. “The idea of terraforming an extraterrestrial planetary environment without sustaining life on Earth is truly alien.” Hulla replies, “Space exploration begins with awareness and then flies beyond space and time.”
The outdoor balcony of the Portico café shifts and shimmers, mirroring the sun’s transition in the sky.
It is a good day to be human.
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