I’m just passing through
.
There was no doubt in inner circles that a message had been received from space. It was sent in English. It was specific. It was so shocking it had to be suppressed.
It was eventually leaked, but the leak was stopped before the general public became aware of the message or its content.
The alien sender never referred to himself by name or disclosed his planet of origin.
Here is an excerpt from his communication:
“As strange as it may seem to you, I am not a prophet. Nor am I an evil invader.
“I come from a place that has developed along radically different lines.
“On my world, there is an unstoppable dedication to the advancement of the individual, and all institutions and structures are stripped of overarching influence.
“In parallel, technology has progressed toward that goal. Discoveries in energy production, for example, were channeled into delivering what you would call self-sufficiency…but not to nations or groups. Again, the individual has been the recipient. Every individual.
“The Group, as a concept, was exposed by several of our most keen philosophers, as an artifact devised in our distant past as a method for holding back the achievement and power of the individual.
“Think of the Group as foreshortened perspective in a painting. The depth of space is curtailed, the ceiling on consciousness is thus lowered.
“Several of our investigators, working on their own, discovered a centuries-old plot to foist the Group on us.
“The wealthy people who were heading up this conspiracy were exiled to far wastelands, with no hope of escape.
“Can you imagine a society that has progressed to the point where it is so decentralized that peace is an obvious given? Can you?
“I am not issuing any warning to you. Nor am I a messiah from the stars. I am not an ultimate authority. I cannot rescue you. You are in the process of melting down, but not from the overheating of your atmosphere. I’m talking about the meltdown into a planet-wide Group of bankrupt consciousness, a Group which is nevertheless confident that ‘peace and love’ are its objectives.
“This is a fallacy and a delusion, fostered by powerful men who see a way of placing you in thrall to mind control, just as your organized religions have done for thousands of years.
.
“I am an individual.
I represent no one.
Can you grasp that, or are you too far gone
to even conceive the possibility?
I represent no one.
Can you grasp that, or are you too far gone
to even conceive the possibility?
.
.
“The so-called natural laws of your physics are merely one way of appreciating what is taking place in the universe. There are endless other ways—and on the world from which I’ve come, the technology combines obvious physical capabilities with the power of individual consciousness and imagination.
“You would perhaps call this magic. Many individuals can alter space and time. On their own, they can create energy.
“They are not part of any Group or code or plan or movement. There are no mass movements on my world. None.
“I have sent you images of that world. No doubt they will be censored and captured by your leaders.
“I do not need to be a member of a Group to care about your future. I do not need to represent a council or assembly or government. My world barely has a government.
“I send you this message with the hope that, at some point, some of you, as, yes, individuals will read it and give it the degree of credence it deserves.
“For you, everything appears to be about Groups. The good ones versus the bad ones. You have lost the ability to think in any other way. But those who control your destiny understand that, no matter the struggle, as long as it pits one Group against another, they have won and you have lost.
“In my world, I live entirely by choice. So does every other individual. Strange as it seems, war is an impossibility—for exactly that reason.
“There is no automatic equating of wealth with corruption, as you seem to accept.
“The technology of physical energy production, which on my planet makes the essentials of life available to every person, is not free. This probably shocks you. You believe that “free things” are the measure of humanity. On my world, the energy is available, and inexpensive, and anyone who works can easily afford it.
“Contrary to what you might imagine, this does not make us barbaric.
“You are devoted to an idea of mass unity. You believe this is good and true and that the ‘higher transcendence’ it offers is your best and last hope.
“When an authentic self-governing individual appears among you, you demand that he explain his achievements in terms of what they will offer to everyone else, as if, from the beginning, his only intent and motive force was satisfying the Group.
“I’m baffled at the depth of this delusion.
“If someone presented you with a philosophy that described how every individual could advance higher and farther, you would reject it out of hand as a corruption of thought.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I have no prophetic ‘wisdom of the whole’ to impart, no message written in the sky. I’m just passing through.
“In one of your bibles, there is this statement: ‘Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.’ It is surely a noble idea. On my world, I have seen it in our past. But suppose there was no need for a person to lay down his life? Suppose individual creative power had taken on such fullness that sacrifice was largely outmoded?
“I wish you success, but now I must move along…”
Listening to this message in his spacious bunker in Washington DC, the Holy Federal Minister of Public Education for All Americans wiped sweat from his brow.
.
This alien was indeed dangerous.
He was a terrorist of the first order.
His words were germs of a fatal disease.
He was a terrorist of the first order.
His words were germs of a fatal disease.
.
.
Education on Earth was, in fact, nothing more than indoctrination into the Group as the fundamental unit of life. Imagine what might happen if the alien’s communication took hold in the halls of the academy.
The Holy Minister clicked on another audio message. This one was recently written by the staff of the US Department of Public Relations. It would soon be released as profound evidence of first human contact with extraterrestrial life:
“My dear brothers and sisters. My name is Gantha and I come from a planet called Zifna, 428 light years from planet Earth.
“I bring a universal message of peace and love. We are many, and we seek your participation in a multi-galactic council of elders.
“It is long past the time for you to join us. A sufficient number of you have forged a deep connection with our philosophy of cosmic unity. Your planet is now one whole, owing to your advanced notion of relationship. You are all one mind, and we are one mind, so it only remains for us to merge.
“Your collective computer power has progressed to a stage where the merge can be accomplished through our All Thing program. It is a beautiful process of sharing…”
The Holy Minister sat back and massaged his temples.
The merge might be a tough sell at first, but, yes, it would work. The population would buy it. They had been well prepared.
The individual had been reduced to dust in the wind. A staged disappearing act.
Without warning, an image materialized in the air before him. The Holy Minister knew, without knowing how he knew, that he was looking at the alien, the man who was just “passing through.” And the alien was looking at him. And laughing.
The alien kept laughing.
Minutes passed. The Holy Minister thought he was going mad. He saw another world, a world Earth could have been, if it had developed along completely different lines.
A thought repeated over and over in his mind: “I am I, I am I, I am I.”
He felt an awakening, a surge, and he did everything he could to stop it and repress it and kill it.
.
.
No comments:
Post a Comment