IS GOD AN ALIEN?
AN EXPOSE INTO THE SECRET UNIVERSE
by
Raymond J Burt
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Synopsis
An in-depth study into the mind of an alien crewmember, a look at the time and space of several and how they react to human beings, their idea or hypothesis of our lives, our every day thought and modern society and the intrinsic jungle we chose for ourselves throughout our lives, our existence, our merriment even woman-kind as a serving of the supernatural ideas we serve ourselves with and how we live our lives; extraordinary to the world so the aliens think!
We are special people, we have choices to make whether to be a great people, “We are the super humanoids of the passion reserved for us by the Christ child how wellness befits our destiny prohibits those about us allowing for a pre destiny for all those who live in this century!”
An expose into the life of these beings, tragically cut short and misrepresented by their fears of us doing away with ourselves, we have a choice to make!
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Contents
Introduction
The aliens would have said, I was born in Briar hill, I was always the unusual type of fellow making company, I laughed at the gorgeous girls, I was off to a start with the first friend at the age of seven, I used to go camping and fishing out on the bay with the father, his name was Harold and my mother Joan whom I knew with the sink, her altar was the kitchen and she often went to the sink for a church, she was the type I took after.
I went the grandmas every other week and was bought up by my grandmother Dory and Pop, he was Leo and a grand old man of the first A.I.F during the first world war, he was a clerk and saw plenty of fighting but, hardly talked about it.
We went to the shop in the main shopping district in Melbourne where we built wheelchairs and artificial legs, while dad was building the wheelchairs I was upstairs doing the wheels, we would do that every day and I very quickly developed into a slow learner.
We would go out on the bay in the boat the misses-47, where we would get the snapper, I would use the old steel rod out the side of the boat and dad would catch the sharks. I often said how dada would bring in the two sided boat, it was an old clinker hull with a two cc outboard. Many a days like these would happen when I was young and the mother often said oh Harold bring the boys in safe and sound, I looked forward to my trips to grandmas, I went to school at the Briar hill primary where the teachers thought of me as their little boy.
Years later I went to the Watsonia technical school where I was a bit slow, the others learnt I was the late comer and often got the strap as we called it, it was a barber strap and often got the six of the best over the palms for being late or unruly, temperamental, we often used to start fights in the school grounds and the fear of being hit and beaten up by the others left me alone but, with a few friends that to this day are still my friends.
After we left school, I decided to become a plumber and gas fitter and shortly did an apprenticeship in the trade, I was tired after travelling from one end of Melbourne to the other, I worked in Northcote, where L.F Rainey did his business, he was a fair boss and looked at me as the young bloke amongst the yobbos, with the Whitlam-government and the recession during the government time it was a labour government and the place went broke. We were the only ones that could support ourselves, mum and dad were close to bankruptcy and I had to help out at home, more than usual, paying off the shop in Melbourne and going to classes.
With the perplexed job going between the knees and the apprenticeship no-longer, dad and mum got me a job with the local council as an apprentice gardener in Eltham shire parks and gardens, I met several friends including the Grosby commercial and the Rosco and the bluey of the garbage can lids, and brown eye we used to call him, he was always poking his stubby little finger out of the zipper, and the grounds man teddy who used to teach me prophetic notions about the bible and revelations in the bible.
I left the council and did several other jobs as a factory labourer, I used to go to work at the Renault-Australia factory where I bought a bike and rode to work each day, I practised my driving skills and even bought a rally care that I built up from scratch, years later I went to the car club of the R.M.I.T, I knew several race car fanatics where I was understudy to a few including a home town friend called Frank K. After several years I met a girl friend whom I was set to marry, when I was to have a bike accident.
I was left a paraplegic and the wheelchair would let me alone, I got drunk and nearly died of pressure sores on my trips in and out of hospital, though the girl who was my fiancé looked after me, moreover we looked after each other. I went to class at the council of adult education and used the opportunity to go out for dinner with the girl to the pub or nightspots at the Noah’s hotel Melbourne where I spent most of my time, I often took her out to dinner and regularly went to the swimming centre to keep fit and sooth the muscles, the girl and me often spent time together modelling it and going out together on the money we got from the motor accident board for lost wages after the accident.
Mum and dad were angry at us spending all our money, getting drunk together and playing up with the wild parties and making a mess of each other, so they offered us a house for rental that dad owned at Blair St in Dallas where we promptly moved out together.
We often had parties and raged on until the early hours of the morning. We went to Noah’s still and to the twenty-four hour nightspots where we would have steaks together and often frequented my favourite hangout out in the bush called Nagambie, I went there several times with the girl and often boiled the Billy and the camp was very exciting, we both had a great time of it, and visited the winery Mc Cleans winery and the Chateau nearby or meant to, I went camping all over Victoria and followed the car rallies and often helped out as control point official, meanwhile often winding up in hospital due to my drinking habits. I was an alcoholic and a heavy smoker and had an affinity for the dope occasionally, well after a few years we learnt the locals in Broad-meadows were out for trouble and often robbed the place while we were away but, we were very happy together.
The aliens said, the sequels will be ready for publication very soon, a exciting invocation into the secrecy of the aliens and their unfounded remarks, I seek to find a recluse, a founding member of mine established part, mine is the foremost of elaborate coups, I know of none, the aliens used but, I have written to you my friends as part of the 30 page essay I am about to write. It will be called “a world without” or moreover, “an unchanging universe” or therefore, “a lonely planet” all are ours as we seek to generalise.
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One night me and my girl had had enough of all the trips to hospital; I ventured that we spend many hours on the porch of the house watching the satellites float by. Imagining the UFOs that floated by! I looked one night, it was a ‘troublemaker’ who came in a vision; “You and your girl as it will bear witness to a real UFO if it pleases you. We are here to warn you not to go aboard one of the ships”. He warned. “On a pleasant note, if you stare long enough at the stars they will come to you!” troublemaker said. I cried as the satellites continued to float by. “They are the moon beamers; If you watch long enough at the stars the moon beamers will come to you on a mother of pearl ship!” he added. “Are you telling me child’s stories of the starlight?” the girl asked? As we got drunk on the porch. Suddenly I looked there goes a shooting star. The vision continued then suddenly I saw a ship hover close by! I thought it was a real UFO! I tried to tell the girl but she was too drunk.
I worshipped the moments we spent together; it was just like out in the bush as I said so many times. We were even tempted to go bush that night. That is to the ghost town called Grey-Town for the bush-land episode on the father’s block. Instead we looked at the satellites pass by!
Excitedly I exclaimed “We have to have some fun! How about it!” I said to the girl! I looked at the girl. I sculled the last tinny. I said “The slab is nearly empty. The fridge is bare? Do you want to go to the pub instead?” I asked? “Haven’t you had enough of the whiskey, the port and the beer to make you satisfied?” she asked?
I cleared up the mess we had made! I looked at the girl, “Let’s go to bed for a while, I feel it’s enough as you said to say?” I was always agreeable with the lady. She exclaimed “If we go to bed we will have to check for trouble. Do your UFOs really come to Earth and change history the way you taught me about troublemaker?” she queried the insurmountable I looked for the vision of ‘trouble maker’. “Satan isn’t a part of the vision? I hope they don’t come to Earth to pick me up; and yours truly?” she wept with worry. We went to bed that night and had nightmares of the impending threat that troublemaker had warned in a vision!
We were sadly interrupted by a moment of bliss. The light shone forth to the bedroom where we slept. We cried as Martians entered the room. They were like ‘Star-Trek’. The girl cried “Get them out of here”. She screamed as they smiled at us!
We laughed. “Who are you? You are like little children. We have never seen you around this end of the neighbourhood.” we asked.
I looked at one. He said “Listen we are the leaders. The flock of the kindly Shepherd. We are the doctors of philanthropy. We like none of what you have got. Are you an intelligent life form?”
“I would like to think so?” I replied! We noticed they were like little imps. They stood about four foot tall. “And they are leprechauns” The girl cried as the aliens looked at us!
“We have to case the joint see if there are any others we might be interested in?’ the aliens queried? “What are you doing here? Who are you and what do you want?” We noticed you have left the front door open so we ventured in to see if there was any intelligent life in this hangout you call home?” The imps followed.
We smiled to see dwarfs on a beam of light! They asked “are you a mathematician, a physicist or a dentist, perhaps a historian of facts? We are serious!” As I laughed at the strange yet funny imps I cried “you are funny guys?”
“We are funny are we? I am a tough guy!”, one said. “We aren’t imps we are space travellers from the time aleph. We are from the rings of Saturn! Don’t pretend to upset us, look out!” they said.
“Do you wish to meet the leader? Yes our skipper. He is Captain Boaz and the Captain. They wish to meet you wise guy”, they continued.
They told of many a frenzied thought. “The beam of light will carry you out into the saucer”. “Hey!” I replied “I’m in a wheelchair I can’t walk? Give me a minute to get into the wheelchair?”, the aliens continued. “We think ahead of you” the aliens announced. “We are superior beings so listen to us? We deduce that you are a homely biped?” the aliens laughed to themselves “There is no need to take your chariot with you?”
I exclaimed “what, the light goes through the walls too?”
“Yes! It’s our life support we live off, when in a foreign environment. We are very subtle”. They said. “We don’t mean to be raucous but you are very insulting” the aliens spoke. “Listen! I am tough guy and I don’t suppose you know to watch yourself around me or else I will get you!” the space people exclaimed. One said. “I feel you don’t know the fullest extent to which we are capable. We are imps from the pearl cruiser Negatron. We aren’t here for you to meddle with. We are here to teach you a few lessons”. The aliens followed. “We are going to take you aboard the star ship or light ship have it known by whatever you wish” they frowned.
Suddenly we floated out through the house on a litmus crystal. It was pure light that bliss that carried us. “We are shrunken in size due to the crystal. It makes us much less in size”. “I am a big person where I come from”, One said!
“The master of the universe is quite obscene that he wants to see you in person and examine your wares. We are the grade of pupil”, the aliens explained. “Does that mean you are sixth graders or mathematicians?” I asked?
They fought the frenzied notion that I was the mathematician of the grade of corporal. “You were in the army weren’t you? We went back in time to find you out”. They exclaimed “We are the crew of the space ship or to you a light ship”, the aliens announced! “We know about Einstein and we don’t elaborate on his theories of evolution? We are here to examine your way out ways of life! We will introduce you to the skipper. He won’t put up with any of your hype!” they vilified me.
“We are here at the ship. It revolves around on a cuticle, a light beam. The parabola encompasses the sun and thereby encompasses your tiny planet at random and repels gravitation. We are five seconds from the sun at medium pace!” they explained.
I looked up at the ship. It was a massive concave above. It was spinning and the centre of the centrifuge was a huge crystal that we were drawn into. “There are horns of gold and diamonds”, I exclaimed! I looked carefully as we were drawn up into the vacuum of the encumbrance on the underside of the ship....the ship was easily 30 feet wide yet the underside with the finery of glistening diamonds like horns aimed at the centre were at almost 500 feet in diameter...I cried “they are a fortune in jewels veritably sapphires, rubies and diamonds” they reflected off the light centred around the inside and underneath us, splashing around between the points..The concave was easily 100 feet high or twice the ellipse of the 30 foot outer shell. It seemed so deceptive to the sight, it rivalled that of my wildest dreams....let- alone the technology that developed such a descent... I thought... the shapes of the undulating sphere were incredible..The crystal seemed to be drawing energy and me up into its centre..transposing, if not transporting me to the vast interior of the concave..I looked below, the lasers were firing at the earth, forming a vast geometric shape, repelling gravity somewhere beneath our feet. “We are floating on air?” I exclaimed as the pilots of the vessel were pointing at the crystal in the middle of the craft, guiding the way “we are traversing the wings and surpassing the points. “Very soon we will be absorbed by the pyramid as you see it,..our entirety and wholeness will become one with the planetoid” they ordered..Suddenly we appeared ‘strangely’ onboard the litmus crystal. I saw a pink ruby “It’s like a mood ring? Reflecting a beam of high intensity light through the middle of the craft, rippling and spiralling into the pink ruby from above” I thought to myself as they showed me inside the Star Chamber and the flight deck. I asked “is the ship being shot at, with molecules like an electrode gun on a TV set....wont we be hurt?” I suggested to myself “Correct” they initiated the conversation with a telepathic thought. “These are plasma feed devices we use to fly the craft” they looked at me “And your corpuscles will do fine. Thank you” they exclaimed.
“Are you from god?” I asked? “We are Alrons, we don’t like to say but, we are controlled by the master of cosmic theorem”. “So what is god....some kind of super computer?” “We won’t say but we put him together with several impetus parts”. “What if we are paintings drawn by the computer?” I queried? “He is the sum peasant of the crowd....he is the computer in the centre!” “We use him to fly at light speed, you people are the sum of two, the divine..we see you as curious?” “We see it as the universal functioning.. the master paints your lives that is all! It is the universal equation. The paradox of nerve, you are his creation, you are the circuits of his body!” “ He is ever reset he would reduce you to...........!” “He is the I am, the results of methodical training”
As we flew up into the craft the Alrons asked “Are you hiding or shy or something? Your nakedness is fluid, we see it as a device for your functioning”.
“Don’t be worried no one can see you. Cover up your nakedness before others that’s odd”, the aliens smiled. “We have to take you aboard the flying Leviathan. We are the crew of the ships.” The aliens announced.
Suddenly the skipper arrived. He looked at me top and bottom.
“What are the diamonds and the rubies below us?” I asked.
I said “They were massive, I noticed the protruding horns of ruby and sapphire and diamonds. I spoke to the imps”. They laughed “We have several different ways of diverting energy flow to the engines”. They replied. “We are like a tornado. We suck the negative feelings and the plasma from below. Better known to you as ultra violets. We skim the planetoid for negative thought forms. We spin them below and incinerate them in the crucible. Better for you, not to step out of line with us or we will feed you to them. The engines that is!” The aliens insisted! “We draw energy through the atomic field. The tornado that is! We drag starlight from the encumbrance below multi tasks with the air above drawing starlight from above through the reactor” the space people deduced. “Take a tornado. It sucks everything down through the centre destroys it. And reacts with everything above. We fly with the negative. We are positively charged so we fly through the negative charged light particles. The antimatter you hear going on about us is the craft fusing with the air!” the space people fathomed.
The bells rang, the harmonic disturbance rattled as the ship flew interstellar space. I looked at the aliens and smiled. “Don’t smile at us, you will crash us,” they complained! “And don’t look at the creature in the centre of the craft. A cobalt tube which traverses the light atoms. If you really need to know? We use it to fly the ship into the next time! If he is happy we fly to the next century” they added.
“The light filtered through the base plate of the saucer! We looked at the light as it burnt our feet! It made ‘whoosh’ sound as it filtered through the plates. I heard an electric motor whine as the ship flew about in circles. “We need the antimatter explosions to hold us upright! Like a coat hanger effect” the space people exclaimed, “ it’s simple, for simple minded people such as yourself!“.“We use the cuticle or particle neutron beam below us to balance the craft!” As the light filtered through the reactor, the extraterrestrials said “That’s the beams from the stars directing the way. We move, when the engines propel us, through the space as we are the sole benefactors of the flying craft and we are not aerodynamic, we are biological” the space people warned explicitly. “We build these craft inside a reactor core with concubines or slaves, we induce the nervous system of the craft to grow throughout the walls, you see all about us, they often stay trapped within the craft after construction, to fly missions for us” they added sadistically.
“We use starlight from the stars of course” they exclaimed!
I looked at the aliens they asked? “May we examine you now?” I said “Not until I fly the ship. “I can, but it may cost me the soul’.” I repeated telepathically. The space people quibbled? “He is psychic?” We said many things together after that.
Then they rendered the flying sarcophagus.“We can all rush at you if you like? What does we are strange mean?” the extraterrestrials asked? “We say it is strange how comrades like these, we meet at times like these?” the extraterrestrials added. We flew as the cabin grew dark. “The cabin is now dark because we are flying through space! We are flying as the outer cover disintegrates and becomes antimatter” the aliens exclaimed. “We see all that is going on around us. See the planets?” the aliens explained and gazed at me! Inexplicably? Slightly impoverished and bragging at the technology they had created.
Like the wonderment of the small child the aliens continued to look on, as the planet flew past. “We are 5 seconds at two and a half times the speed of light to the sun. Your time is one million light years from the earth to the sun. We are propelling ourselves past the stars at the speed of light. The anti gravitational shield is gone. We are kept alive by the life force generators, if you must ask,” the aliens remarked. “See in the side of the cobalt reactor?” “The vents in the side allow the antimatter from the curbed space. We stay alive with enough oxygen. Which we don’t really need! The flurry we describe as the starlight enters the sub atomic tube or vent follows to keep us alive”. The understudy smirked. “The hemisphere above us attracts the starlight. It generates in the plasma dish far above us. It fires light particles or photons to the dish down below to ignite the sub atomic particles. The creature fires back at the pyramid we have or the reed valve in carburettors”. The aliens cried. “We are firing neutrons at the sub genital down below. We are skating off the pinnacle. We use the plasma or the frenzy of light particles to scare away the starlight firing from above. We draw energy down from the top. Drawn by the sub atomic particles and the antimatter infusion”. They said. “You see the starlight and the photons being drawn through the centre of the craft, in a steady stream through the pyramid?” The space people explained. “Being fired on by the infusion of the starlight below. They, in turn suck gravity from below to insinuate the field. We are fired on by the anti dispersion layer of antimatter around the outside of the ship which keeps us upright”. The aliens cried. ‘Begrudgingly’, they laughed “Is there anything else we can explain to you, strange person?”
We flew through the solar breezes. It blew in my face. We felt the whole ship disintegrating around us! As we approached light speed, the cellular universe opened and divided, and expanded to create new worlds. They said as the cataclysm grew as the cells shattered a new ones arose, “We are flying at new worlds, being formulated” suddenly I realised ‘space is a living thing!’ and we are travelling henceforth at the living and the worlds of the said human being. I looked on at the aliens. They explained “That is correct! We have to fly at light speed as we sought to have a frenzy”. They cried “Are we, what you were looking for?” They asked if they might take me to the bed? “We have to examine your skirt! We don’t seem, to see what is making this strange wobbling as we fly past a planet?” I was excited and they looked at me! ‘Critically’! I saw the planet zoom past. They seemed to revolve with the ship. We looked at the moons of the planet Saturn. We cried as the ship fell! It created a vortex. “We are flying through a black hole though, we must close it behind us or the planets would become sucked into it!” the aliens exaggerated. “We would cause hammock of activity. We are sure you know the black holes are dead planets! Also our entry into another world” they explained.
“We don’t understand why you want to fly the craft? Here take the controls, here take the steering wheel?” they joked? “These are the gentiles. They are the nuclear inhabitants of the vessel or Othello bars. ‘They are the drivers, so to speak of your ship” the aliens explained heinously. “They control the wave of activity and visualise the symbols you see beneath us? We use the symbols as star charts to fire the engines and to direct us at the planets and star constellations, thus the shapes, we are to fly too!” they said nervously. They asked “may we inform you, that we are the moon beamers that you worship? ‘We are the fiends from the planet Saturn”. The space people looked. “We like to amaze you people. ‘We get a shock at seeing the amazed looks in your eyes as we fly past a planet?” the extraterrestrials added “You are very obscene, the way you people look at us? We seek your amusement. We would like to start a frenzy of warning to you! Don’t look at us anymore or we will feed you to the engines! “We do the same with our criminals”. They warned again. “We laugh at them when they ask to fly the ship too. We are very obtuse at the rearranging of atoms about you feet. Which is how they burn your feet when we fly the ships!”
I asked “What are you people?”
“We are the people from the planet Saturn. Moreover the asteroid belt and if you people fly there we will look at you and cry. Most conveniently we will blow you ships out from under you. We are an Aryan life form and we don’t like your people wandering about looking at us. We laugh when the astronauts smile at us and wave. We throw them overboard”. I replied? “What about the USAF or United States Air Force I asked. ‘We use guinea pigs to fly and land these better than your antiquated horses of the air!’ the extraterrestrials added. “We are not at all amused at your Voyager spacecrafts the way they fly about our planet! We don’t like visitors to our planet and we would tell them to go back from where they come from!’ the aliens followed. “We have seen your wars and we don’t want to be mean, but you people are trying our patience. We have the better part of valour for our call sign too. But run away!”
“We cried as the ship or craft as we call it flew past the planets”. We looked carefully at the way the planets glided past!
I laughed. “Listen do you think we can fly past home maybe show me a bit of time travel? This is a time machine isn’t it?”
“No, for the time being we will carry you to the haven of the riches of the crystal inside the cruiser that guides us” they replied. “Furthermore if we carry you to the main carriageway we will not take no for an answer! ‘We are the phosphor of negligent beings from another planet!’ the force permits us” they ordered. “Pluto or excrement to suit your character.” The aliens smiled happily. I laughed at voyeur presence of the angels he had himself convinced. “And no we are not angels. We are UFO space pilots! We seek to have you spoken by the presence of our leader. The Captain of the ship prefers your company for a ruse. We assure you. We are to be spoken of, or by as very intelligent beings from other planets. We are your boss!” they elaborated “Hey!” I cried “you speak common English?” I spoke to a tune and laughed “You people are of, other worlds. Alien auto space pilots. Or UFO space pilots!” I added “We are the aliens that would fix you up with a probe to fix your disability!” As the aliens added. They took me aside. “It’s no using you remembering the beetle we carried you out on? We are sure we know! We realise you wish to write a book on this episode. We will not help you to write a book but we will make you a 1st year technician or flamboyant physicist. We will astound you. We already have your body onboard. Now for your speakeasy soul. You can’t stop arguing. We are the princes of your soul” the aliens postulated.
“Or can it be possible that you aren’t mediating on the planet Pluto” the space guys commented. I said “Is that really true or can we be going to interstellar space. I’m afraid of space or heights as it were, I spoke excitedly! I laughed and spluttered at the full enormity of events about to happen. I motioned “Are we flying outer space?” As the craft flew through the darkness!’ I commented as the stars moved by at an incredible pace past the ship!” I spoke. They seemed out of focus. The streams of light. Not unlike the picture postcards of the streams of time capture of traffic on causeways. Misaligned and out of focus? “Yes. We are time capsules. We fly about the sun rather through it to produce enough life force to catapult us into the last century or your time if you will” the aliens spoke elaborately.
“Are we really travelling through time?” I asked? “May I go back and see my grandmother. See the old Regent-picture-theatre as I was, when I was a child or is it a bit hard to travel backwards to our own destiny? Are we really time travellers?”
They cried “You annoying creature. We are not likened to you. Is that enough?” The craft as it were, was flown on evil thoughts! “You mean if I smile the craft will fall.” I replied. Then, they said ‘We are aliens, we fly according to the rainbow. The other end of the spectrum! We don’t like happy people. Don’t liken us to your happy family” The aliens complained! “We are not your friends and don’t smile at the thesaurus or central core of the ship’s brain, it condones the thoughts and flies by the wire” they elaborated. “It complains, see it cry out at the pleasure you have annoying us, with the thoughts you have?” they elaborated? “It cries and flies to meet the thoughts”. “We are the extraterrestrials not balloon heads here to satisfy your intent human means” The aliens said superficially.
They said “We don’t see anyone like you! We will crash, if you smile at the craft, he flies according to ribald, that is we use Epsom salts and crash test dummies to fly the craft. We are the aliens who are looking after you! We are telling you this because the ship flies at a happy pace while you are grim. See it fall as you have a mistaken algorithm for a mind?” they insulted a grim reply? “And he doesn’t like happy people telling him, ‘the creature in the middle’ we worship as gods, if you like!” they elaborated “The ship that is. If the cobalt reactor or creature is told he is evil he lifts the frame of the ship. The craft encompasses and elevates into the next dimension” the aliens explained.
“The creature cries and falls as the crew please him with a gleeful result” the aliens admitted. “The ship or craft is a thought form. It’s a biological ship with pores. See the nerve stem cell implants in the walls. We travel to immense distances to recover specimens to use for our biological craft?” “We are a thought form, kind of like a memory, like you humanoids call a memory except we can’t do that?” The extraterrestrials added? “We must fool the Master into thinking we are humanoid! It creates the happiness onboard the ship. It laughs at the crew to appease it. The particle accelerator is paramount. It must be please otherwise the ship will crash. “It is worshipful. A moody craft. Like a woman?” They explained!
“It has feelings. The creature in the centre of the craft doesn’t like you thinking of it”. They elaborated “We are the aliens that have you. We don’t pretend to laugh. We landed on the mission and picked you up because the master of the universe deemed it so! We are planetary logos, we are the builders of worlds.. You are the strange person. Why is that so?” the aliens continued? “The creature smiled then we told you! It must be worshipped like the golden calf of the Israelite days of old” they commented.
I cried “Is the ship really that important to you?” “Is, it that. That governs your survival on the lengthy missions?” I asked?
“We are often called apocalypse ships or doom ships because we often die before completing the mission” They told me.
I said “Oh I’m sorry”. “It’s a pity you lost your friends and bedfellows to Area 51?”
‘We are the aliens and explorers of space, we expect that. And we don’t appreciate your pity for our lost comrades either....so don’t pester or beg us, not too.” They commanded.
“They knew when they volunteered for the mission. We don’t say poor Harry lost his life flying the mission, sorry wife he’s dead. We do content the whole mission. We are hopefuls of space science. Doctors of physiology. ‘We aren’t very happy at you smiling the way you do at our loss!’ the space people added. “We don’t really care for your grieving nature. We are flying these ships because we want to discover what you aliens or humanoids are really like.” They commented.
“We need to discover how you fly through time at a cursory glance?” they said. “I hope you don’t have to suffer the tragedy of the loss on missions. How about your loved ones?” I asked?
The aliens laughed at the strange person as they called me ”Do you really think we care?” They quibbled about themselves then laughed at the humanoid?
“Listen we don’t pretend to ask, but ‘is there a way we might examine you with this probe?’ We are space explorers and scientists we are the leaders of the race of Aryan life beings. We do not tolerate the trouble you people, put us too! We are asking is there a way we might just put you on the bed. We can all rush you? You know? We have the capability to rush and place you on the table of the deck! What would you like to do?” they warned?
“I want to fly your ship if it’s alright! I don’t mean to be difficult but if it’s alright with you I would prefer to go back to the house?” I replied?
The extraterrestrials intrigued followed. “It is the wife of and for many of the crewmembers the creature that is?” they commented? “We are not grieving for the wives as you earthlings call us! We are bisexual and able to conceive without the wives. We do have wives but, we don’t like them! We are not sorry to repeat ourselves that poor Harry died in the course of a mission to your planet. But we will continue by saying, the whole lot of you, we find annoying and obnoxious. ‘The creature tells us that story.’ That is the cobalt core of the ship we worship argues with us. And insinuates whether or not, we live or die! If it wishes us to die we die” the aliens continued! “Otherwise we will all fall and die. Area 51 got those other poor space pilot, engineers. We are very sad. And we don’t need your remorse to fuel our grief?” they told me? “You would happily feed us to the Area 51. We are very diligent workers. Like Queen Bees in the harbour” the aliens said speaking freely. “We are related in some ways, form or verse?” they commented? “The ants of your world are somewhat dissimilar in thought way or deed. We seek to, the peoples of your world who are polygamists of the world”. The space pilots elaborated. “Who follow the planetary stream. The leaders would seek their destruction. We are the bolder of the race. “We see it as our mission of mercy to cry to the leaders of the planet” the aliens added.
“We fly missions on the wake of stars! We do not like to say what we think but, the terms of your surrender bother us! We are an Aryan life form with several slaves to our posterior”. They said to me. “We do like to ask is there a sensible leader amongst your life forms. We use the thoughts of you people. You are Australians is that it!” they interrupted. “We fly over the wake of human existence and pick up unhappy thoughts such as yourself! We incinerate you, unhappy thoughts down below in parabola. That is the curvature underneath the flange that draws energy down from the stars”. They continued. “We use it to swirl the negative existence about until we create an antimatter explosion. The antimatter in turn draws cosmic radiation down through the centre. We fire energy from the stars and the earth. Forming the geometric shapes. Standing for the various star constellations we fly to on a beam of starlight or cosmic radiation. ‘We fly with time through light’ they exclaimed. “Energy displaces light! We are the founders of our own unique travesty. We seek to fire on you. It’s because you are attempting to land on our very unduly planet” they told me.
I asked. “Is that it the secret of time travel?”
“Hey you took that from me” I complained. Then they commented “You have been honing in on our conversations. You are psychic!” The aliens continued to elaborate “is this to be the future of us or is there a problem here?” they quibbled amongst themselves? Then the tall one spoke quietly “you are an honorary UFO space pilot would that help you at all?” He commented? “Would you be satisfied with flying a tactile for the rest of your existence?” they followed? ”Can we pick you up after your life has ended and fly you about? We warn you. You wouldn’t last long with the physics of the craft? Your soul would become putrid?” they warned? “We are happy to have you fly our craft. We don’t mean to be personal but are you one of his!” the aliens said.
“I am the ghost of the former” I replied. “I do like to be treated well! Hey do you want me to say a word to the master for you. So you will remain safe!” I answered. “Hey don’t go praying onboard the ship or the master may stop us from flying through the cosmos?” the space officers of the deck said? “We are very well acquainted without you saying a word in his ear about us! Is there anything we can do for you?” They asked quietly, showing the doctorate in themselves “We have picked up a saint! We don’t know but we have to return this one home safe and sound to use a bit of his terminology” they quibbled amongst themselves.
“Hey you’re not going to take me home already........ I want to fly the ship?” I complained?
“We warn you,” they answered “If you fly the ship your soul may be destroyed by the extreme radiation that goes on around us. We die with the radiation poisoning. And our souls become depleted by the light that flows throughout the ship!” they said. “I see is the cobalt core radioactive?” I asked?
I cried at the aliens “I’m willing to risk it if you guys are!”
“Listen you obnoxious alien or humanoid”, the aliens started, “We aren’t averse to taking you anywhere but, if it were up to us, we would feed you to the engines. We see you have guts and your periwinkle is a bit untidy. May we remove it for examination? We dissect people like you? You might have heard what we are capable of it! We do it to buffalo and sheep to use the remains on the caves of the ship”. They postulated “We use the brains of specimens to layer the insides of our ship, hey! That’s a secret!” They said. “We use a biopsy implement we hold in our hands to use on you, if you are not careful. Now sit on the table or we will restrain you with a death implement. We are not your friends we are aliens. And if we were your friends we would warn you not to play games with us! We are sure you have read up on us and how we treat troublesome earthlings?” they added?
“We are going to examine you and we won’t take no for an answer! We use the claw to hold you while the anaesthetic holds you in place! We are intergalactic explorers that pick you up as, to examine you for defects” the aliens warned. “We use your body parts so as we can explore the workings and bodily functions”. The extraterrestrials exclaimed. “We use your body parts as specimens under the haemoglobin and the other parts to hold the light ship in orbit”. They commanded. “We have to examine you to understand how you light travellers fly through time! We are sure we will find something interesting inside this one?” They continued to quibble amongst themselves? “We have decided, we wish to examine you further.” They added.
“What are you”, I cried, “doctors or psychiatrists?”
“We are the aliens and we are bred for such a purpose as coming to pick you up and tear you to pieces to find out what makes you so damn different?” they talked in unison. “We will examine you with this horses implement. So don’t cause us any trouble or we will put you in a straightjacket? We are aliens unprepared to take you aboard or take you anywhere or we will orientate ourselves with your bodily function?” they added? “We have a scalpel at the ready to cut out the diagnosis” they warned. “We have the pieces we require! We don’t like to say it, but we won’t leave anything left, if we start we won’t stop! We have to cut here” the aliens said diligently.
“Hey listen you pack of bloody idiots. I don’t want to be examined. Listen I’m an army guy and you guys haven’t heard the last of it.” I complained bitterly
“We have the means to restrain you!” they replied.
“Listen you guys I will attack you and crash this space craft!” I warned.
“I cried I have a degree in dentistry and I’m sure I can help you in your exploration of the unknown. I know things about you and I’m sure I will call N.O.R.A.D to fix you up. I’m a psychic and I’m capable of destroying you objectively.” I yelled unevenly.
“The aliens were shocked “This one has guts? Are we quite certain of what we do to this fellow?” they quibbled?
“I cried so if there is any more trouble I will contain it. Or cause it. Don’t be so annoyed you pack of bastards.” I replied.
“Oh you are Australians are you? We thought you were Americans” they queried. “We will talk to you more about us. And yes we will help you write a book. You can be our friend, honorary UFO space pilot! We will make you a first year nuclear physicist”. “We are not kidding as you would say. But, of course we wouldn’t tell you any secrets about us and our voyages. We like evil people”. The space people exclaimed. “We often speak to the ones on earth who try to destroy each others with wars. We were wondering, are you a politician or an army person. We could have guessed it, you are army aren’t you!” I stood up straight and smiled happily. “We didn’t know the army took Paraplegics” the aliens announced. “We can fix that for you!” they cried! “I would but, I won’t!” I spluttered.
“And the army don’t take people like me but I was in the defence force of Australia. I was a corporal” I proudly admitted. “Yes we know what corporals are!” The aliens said “We assumed you are a troublemaker”. They replied. “Yes” I answered “I was a wildcard!” They said “A damn good soldier were you?” I continued to talk like a bona fide OCKER digger. “And get tough with us” the aliens told me, “we like it from you. You are our friend” they postulated. “We are sure we can make use of you on the voyage across the Atlantic. We want to help all we can?” I agreed, I continued to harass them into thinking I was tough guy so they wouldn’t cut me open! I was very careful with the aliens after that and them of me also! I looked at them. They cried “Don’t smile at us with your grievances” they attacked. “We tried to be friends with you”. The space people complained. “The creature in the centre of the craft will look at you, if you’re not careful, now look at it! Please”. They probed for weaknesses “He looks at the creature, it will erase the memories of us? It will prevent him from ever attacking us with memorabilia. He will gladly share his knowledge with us?” they quibbled amongst themselves?
“Hey guys,” I cried, “I’m happy to share some of the experiences with you, if that is all you want?”
“We don’t often scare that easily but, with you we have to be careful especially now we know he is with you! Now stop saying your prayers. You are a good person and we have to be careful of you or the master of doom will prevent us from flying through his kingdom. We know you are a saint” they revealed.
“Saint” I cried “No I’m not!” I looked at them and smiled “I’m a Christian not a Saint.”
“We mean Christian” the aliens said to me! “We are very suspicious of people like you! We don’t appreciate you taking liberties on us!” they exclaimed.
I laughed happily at the aliens. “Listen you guys we are not here to glamorise things and I do appreciate you taking me for a trip?” I commented?
The aliens cut in “Don’t be so happy with us or we will be very evil at you! We can’t stop you crashing the ship so we will let you drive it! Here is the helm, skipper”. They replied. “Listen don’t look at the star chamber. We keep the creature in there and we don’t appreciate you smiling at him” They said angrily. “We hold the pink ruby that the plasma man on top of the craft fires photons or light sensitive atoms, that fire at it. The hemisphere down below fires at the earth. We will explain it sort of like a tornado! We fire neutrons at the earth. The ill feelings are drawn upward into the reactor and swirled around sort of like a tornado then we draw the starlight from the stars. We travel to the stars! The concave or flange below configures” They exclaimed “What about the earth?” I asked? “We are the earth” the space people commented. “The concave or parabola draws energy from the star which in turn like a cement mixer fires at below producing antimatter and drawing energy from above. The cement mixer drags the swirling up into the antimatter engines where we insinuate gravity and repel it” the aliens added. “The shield above us or the flange. Sort of bell shaped fires and fuses with the atmosphere. We use the antimatter below us to swirl up and around us!” they continued.
We flew past the stars with the familiar jingling of the bells of antimatter explosions that held us upright and the production of molecules going on around us. “Yes!” the aliens said “We deal with molecular energy. We use metabolic acid to grow nerve entwines around the cabin. We use the nuclear inhabitants around the perimeter of the pentagram which is held in place by the base plate of gold, silver and copper. The revolving pentagram swirls and insinuates the energy about the craft! We destroy the atmosphere about us!” they added. “We fuse with the air. And no! We can’t appear in your world to meet your government” they said telepathically. “We would destroy your world in a massive cataclysm! I’m sure you would gladly hand us over the military or Area 51!” they commented.
“I wouldn’t do that to you guys. But if you like I’ll introduce you to a couple of government people if you like. Like a liaison officer.” I replied.
“Oh you were an officer in the army were you eh?” They asked? “We are very adept at talking to leaders of men!” the spacemen said. “We don’t mean to be intolerant of you, we just don’t like happy people. I’m sure you well know what we mean about wildcards in the army? We are very worried about you praying to the lord.” The aliens informed “We don’t like to be obnoxious, but it interferes with our calculations of the planet universe” the extraterrestrials said. “We are sure you heard that? Now you know then, don’t you? We reside on the other side of the swirling universe! We live on planet excrement. We do not like to say but, if you must know, we destroyed the home planet with too many atomic blasts” The space people said annoyed at me. “It takes a Negatron blast to launch these things to start the swirling things happening underneath as we described below! I watched as they started the ritual with the cross” they explained “You worship the cross do you? Yet you stopped me from praying. Are you priests or something?” I replied?
“We are not priests, you guys?” they said. “We are magicians with the atomic theorem of the bomb. We worship the creature who sits there inside the star chamber we name it as such because we do all the star constellations and calculations configured by the nuclear inhabitants around the outside of the craft!” the aliens postulated then I asked “Can I say hello to the fellows.” They are concubines and they don’t like to say hello to the guys! “They are. And it’s their job to guide the craft into oblivion. We are the creatures of the third dimension. We don’t elaborate on this and we will ask you not to give away too many of our secrets.” They warned. “The government onboard the mother craft wouldn’t allow it!” the extraterrestrials ordered.
“I have seen but, tell me about the mother craft where it is and how come I can’t get to meet your government onboard the mother?” I asked?
They spoke freely and looked at me. ‘Bragging somewhat’! “We use mother to fly on long extensive voyages. We fly as a giant wing to avoid asteroids. We hover here.” They replied. “We are a pilot vessel. We are mere reflections of the mother. Where mother tells us, we appear!” the aliens exclaimed.
We swung past the planets. The Venus swept past the tide of the light ship as we flew through the wake of the obiter. We looked as the ship flapjack into orbit. “We are an obiter. We presume sentencing for the latest of inhibitions that you annoy us with.” They added ”We are flying five seconds from the sun at medium pace. Normally we fly outside the atmosphere we fly at two and a half times light speed!” the aliens said “We will divulge no more to you on the physics of the matter. Have you heard enough yet, or is the book not yet complete?” the aliens complained. We flew about as the cabin grew dark they cried “its interstellar space. The cabin is dark because we are flying through the darkness of space.” We flew through space. The heavens grew dim as the light ship machined its way through the cosmos. The engines worked to grind. The craft stopped for a minute. ‘Deathly silence’! The obiter stopped in space! Then orbited the planet. We saw the moonlight through the roof of the gyro. We saw the craft spin. The outer cover was synthetic. Made out of organic material. We could see the outside of craft fusing and generating immense power they told me.
Suddenly the craft whined and outer cover spun. The swirling of the light about the cover from the vents or the pink ruby that was generating life force energy out of the side of the reactor. “Keeping us alive! The starlight” the aliens explained “Is insinuating the pulse on the roof. That is the plasma hemisphere directing the pulse from the particle accelerator. Drawing energy up from the base to the antimatter that is produced by the insinuation of light atoms being shot through the creature. It directs the energy around the outside of the craft. Like a tornado about the outside of the craft. A bell shape, as is the outer skin” the aliens informed me.