We Are Among You: Episode 4

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A seagull lands in the middle of the empty sidewalk. It scampers, carefree, around the corner of a 19th-century red-brick building. The air gets sparkling and a man with a brow top hat comes out of the same corner. Juma is eating her pies on a bench in Nicholson Square throwing bits and scrambles to the crowd of crows, pigeons an gulls. She perceives the vibrational shift happened in front of her. The man is staring at her with a grin on his face. He’s tall, probably in his sixties; he has a beard stubble, grey sideburns and a pair of blue eyes on his skinny long face. He’s wearing an old dark green leather jacket and other rags. Juma connects with the guy on a fourth-dimensional plane. He’s suddenly sitting beside her: “Glad you’re here, Juma.” She instantly recognizes the frequency of his voice, as if coming from lightyears away. “Gabor.” She gasps.

“Gabor, you picked up my Atlantean name. My other famous name is Gabriel – it’s been a hell of a night with my Mary, haha!  What humans don’t know is that on a higher plane it felt like a whole lifetime. Then she naturally gained access to the 4th and 5th dimension, appearing to people in different forms for fun – that adorable silly woman. Enough tripping on memory lane. Watch this.” He snaps his fingers and, in the blink of an eye, she sees the man in all his other forms. “Now, you know more about me than anyone else currently alive on earth, haha!”

“Wow…”

“Be present to your amazement. It’s precious.” He stays silent for a couple of minutes. “I’ve been on this planet for thousands of years and, still, I’d choose to be here. The flow of things is just poetic… But I feel it coming, my friend. I’ve chosen to transcend the fourth dimension as well. The ascension is happening. The one consciousness is becoming aware of itself faster than ever.”

“Yes, that’s why we’re here.” She thinks of Kimi and he catches her thought-form like a jumping salmon. “So, you’re here with Kimi. You’ve always been a good team, he?”

“Of course. He’s chosen to wait on a train to come here,” she chuckles.

“Such a devil, he wants to experience waiting… and in turn, you’re waiting for him I reckon,” he grins. “I don’t blame him, it’s sort of funny to wait. Very 3D though. What humans don’t know is that waiting is a choice – like most things.”

“Gosh, you’re right, I’m becoming intrigued by this 3D games.”

“It’s natural… Experiencing new stuff is a huge part of the Earth Experience. Think of food!”

He laughs out loud while she tusks her haggis pie.

Kimi hugs and kisses his train buddies goodbye. He’s out of Waverly. He smells the fragrance of the new environment and spots Juma’s energy. Kimi walks naturally in presence, witnessing the light unfolding on the ledges, in the pools, on the dancing hair of the people. The song of the seagulls greets him. A crow calls him from above and, for a second, the bird morphs into a man winking at him from the same roof-perch. He walks in Princes Street Gardens towards the colorful fountain, under the stately presence of the castle. He’s suddenly attracted by a circle of birch trees with a tombstone in the middle. Kimi feels dizzy, he has to lean on the papery bark of a tree, then… Nothing.

The sound of computers and complex machinery welcomes him in a blue-green room with bright, glossy metal walls. His eyes barely stay open.

“Get up, Kimi.” The voice and language are familiar. He tries but it’s too painful: he looks down at his blueish belly and sees an open wound bleeding green and thick. “You can do it, Kimi. Get up.”

“Master…”

The Master has long fleshy hair, three red eyes, no nose, and grey skin. He’s wearing a skirt with a sword tied to the belt. He’s standing, watching outside the window. Kimi painfully reaches the window: outside, a huge star is shining in the middle of its colorful planetary system. In the same system, the Master points at a dying planet. It’s dark,  dismal, with red glowing streaks.

“You’re still under the veil of forgetfulness they play with on Earth. You won’t be able to remember much…”

“But, I know you, Master…”

“Haha! That’s a glitch. Don’t mind. You’re here with me to see what’s happened to that lower vibrational planet. You’re in a 4th-dimensional state now. You can connect to other parallel lives of yours with some remnants of duality. Of sensory perception. It’s fun, actually.”

“What happened there?” Kimi points his long-nailed blue finger to the planet.

“You tell me.”

“Is it dead?”

“Or…”

“It’s being born. It really makes no difference…” gasps Kimi.

The Master smiles: “And so your life will finish in this existence of yours. But don’t worry, we’ll meet again. We always do.” He unsheathes the sword and makes it rotate in the air. Kimi is afraid for a second, then, he enters a state of inevitable peace. In one single cleavage, the Master beheads his interstellar companion and Kimi’s sight rolls all over the spaceship control deck, then… Nothing.

 

Herons

 

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We Are Among You: Episode 3

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It’s Kimi’s turn for make-up. The new document reads “Oswald Finches”. He looks very shabby; his rock star clothes maintain some degree of style in spite of bruises and tears. “Let’s see what we can do with this handsome mess of  a man.”

He cleans up the unshaven face, grows a goatee at the bottom of his chin and a curly mustache above his cheeky grin. He moderately inflates shoulders, biceps, and pectorals of the otherwise cocaine-slim torso of his avatar body. He brightens its complexion and darkens its light brown eyes. The hair shortens in a neat and elegant chestnut wave. The devilish appearance fits his flippant humor. They both look at their mirrors and morph the picture in their passports with their index finger as if it was a portrait.

“Well, I can say you’re on the level, Oswald” comments Juma, visibly satisfied. “Before being interrupted, you were talking about the download from the Source…”

“Yes. There was a golden plate, a historical building and a seagull flying by.”

“Let’s go, then.”

“Wait a minute. Let’s check if there are any clues here.” He starts fumbling about in the loft. He stops at the bookshelf, and the church bells ring from outside the window. He grasps the sign. “Ahhh, there you go. Going To The Big Something Out Of Skye. It’s a short story, says the author. And here, you find: ‘The salt is in the air, the seagulls guard the land…’ They must be coastal birds.”

“We’ve got to go to the seaside.”

“Yes, a seaside town with historical buildings.”

“Mmmm, could it be Skye?”

“Maybe… Oh! I saw humans satisfying their curious minds using tablets at the cafeteria. You’ve got a small one in your pocket I can see the bulge.”

“You eyed my pants very carefully, he?”

“We’re on a mission,” she slaps his bum where phone protrudes, “come on. Check.”

“No, it’s not Skye. The buildings are more like… ehm, it must be a city… one of these… Oh! Look, this one: Edinburgh.”

“Quite close to the sea. Good enough for me. Shall we teleport?”

“Nah, I will take the train. It’s only four hours away. You can teleport there if you wish. I will explore humanity a bit… and feel on my skin what they call ‘waiting’.”

“See you there. Hey,” she grasps his chin and stares at his eyes, ”don’t get sucked by the 3D. Remember: be present, stay centred in the heart.”

“You too.”

“I’ll check the place for us.” Juma’s skin sizzles impressively while her mouth makes funny barking noises. A second later she sparks away.

“Woah, this body feels different without Juma around… Anyways. Oh, what’s that?” He reaches out for the acoustic guitar hanging on the wall. He touches the strings and feels amazed by the harmonic effect: “Oooh. I must show this to Juma.”

Linda Harriesmouth – a.k.a. alien in disguise beyond suspicion – appears suddenly above a tree on the slope of Edinburgh Castle. She levitates for a second, then plummets in a maple canopy and rolls downhill spectacularly. Tourists run to her rescue. A middle-aged Chinese man with his camera croaks above her: “You good? You good? Call ambulance, call ambulance.”

“No, no it’s fine. No call. I’m good.” She lifts her butt up. “Edinburgh, right?”

“Yes, you hit your head miss?”

“Nope, thank you, my friend.” She produces a 20£ note and gives it to the Chinese man. He’s confused by the unnecessary generosity while the woman throws herself down the slope. Once in Grassmarket Square, she notices the seagulls flying idly above her: “This must be the place.” In the polyglot crowd, she glimpses a tall, old man wearing a brown top hat staring at her. He suddenly disappears: “Wait!” That guy must be a clue. She gathers all the stillness she can, then focuses on her third eye, but nothing. Time to eat; she smells food everywhere, her belly starts to sing like a whale. “Now I see why most of them are asleep… Overstimulation of the senses! It’s everywhere, in the sounds, in the colours, these delicious smells!”

“Pardon me, lady?” a middle-aged worker with an orange gilet is puzzled by her monologue.

“No, never mind,” she smiles and hands him a 20£ note.

“What the f…”

“Don’t worry, I have many of those, I find them there,” she points at an ATM, “get yourself some, you can get food with that,” she winks and walks away smiling. The man is speechless.

Juma finally finds a pie shop and have six of them – it’s worth trying them all, she figures.

Kimi’s on the train with his guitar case. Suddenly the guy in front of him starts socializing with the girl sitting beside him. He perceives a peculiar kind of energy: the fresh vibe of a new encounter. Kimi’s fascinated and spontaneously asks the guy interrupting them: “Do you play guitar?”

The guy didn’t expect Oswald to guess it. “Yes, I do,” he answers with his Spanish accent.

“Would you play something for us?”

“Here, on the train…”

“It would be amazing!” chimes in the blue-eyed French girl and the freckles on her face glow candidly.

“Ah-han,” winks Kimi handing him the guitar.

Fernando confidently holds the classical guitar and gradually becomes one with Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven before Kimi’s amazed eyes. “So this is… music.” He gasps.

 

Herons

 

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We Are Among You: Episode 2

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The aliens are idly drawing their smoothies through metal straws while waiting for food. It’s a hot spring day, and they simply enjoy the shade of the parasols at the bistro. They’re present to the moment, grounded in their bodies and sensations.

“Oh, I’m receiving something, Juma…” Kimi touches his temple like a radio knob.

“Oh, really? Who is it?”

“You.”

“Ha-ha, fun…” she answers sarcastically. “Is it a pure frequency?”

“Yeah, I’m grounded. Through a human body, this is called intuition. So: I see a golden plate, a historical building, and…”

“Sarah, what are you doing here?!” a startled voice appears behind their backs. “You’ve been missing for three years, the police has stopped searching for you in December.”

“What is this human saying?” asks Kimi.

“Oh, gosh, the bodies we’re using… We picked them from souls who have ejected from Earth. Sarah must be Philanis from Andromeda. Let me manage this…” Juma looks at the man in his fifties straight in the eyes. The man is even more confused. “I don’t know who’s Sarah. And I don’t know you. So, please leave.”

“No, I know you! I’m your husband! I know the smell of my wife…”

“It must be a coincidence,” she produces her documents, “I am…” she blatantly reads the name on them, “Linda Harriesmouth.”

“A false identity… to avoid your family! Have you gone insane?!”

“It’s all about themselves and their family with these humans…” sighs Kimi.

“Yeah, the family is a strong collective ego structure. Let’s try this…” Juma suspends any thought and focuses her gaze on the man’s eyes. “My name is Linda.”

“Well, there’s actually something different in your eyes… I must… I must… be wrong. Sorry to bother you, lady,” he babbles and slowly turns away.

“We must customize these bodies.” Says Juma

“Oh, another download from the Source: my body is from a single man; I can see his house, we go there to change our 3D form.”

The place is a complete mess. The stench of wine and cigarettes is still hanging in the air of the spacious red brick loft. There are clothes and naked people sleeping on the couches. One of them wakes up, a young woman, completely unaware of Kimi and Juma, and reaches for the line of white powder on the coffee table – the effect of the sniffing on the sleepy human is at best similar to coffee. She stands up and, in a mixture of dizziness and anxiety, says: “Oh, Martin, I thought you’d be back tomorrow… I’m gonna clean up, I promise…”

Kimi feels the anger heating up in his body and manages to respond without surrendering to the violent pull. “Alright. Get outta here. All of you. Now.” He shakes the naked people from their hangover slumbers and coaxes the hapless party host out. “Chop-chop.”

The orgy slowly lurches out like a legion of damned from Dante’s Inferno.

“Can I?” asks Juma with a cheeky frown.

“Please.”

Juma stretches her arms out, palms up. The eye-shaped scars on her hands start to glow red, orange and yellow. “And fire will be!” She channels her disgust in the energetic holes and two flames, bright and hot, raise from her palms. Kimi takes a step back; Juma shouts some alien words – probably for fun – and casts fire beams towards the filthy couches, the half-empty liquor bottles and all dirt she can detect in the room.

“Ahh, better…”

Kimi nods at her and moves his hands as if shaping something round. He creates a ball of compressed wind, then extinguishes the fire releasing the sphere in a powerful gust that cracks the glass doors and windows open.

“Awesome. Make-up time?” she hints.

Juma breaks through the locked bedroom by simply pushing and uprooting the door latch from the frame – she didn’t expect all the noise, nor the superstrength.

“Well, I had a key, but…”

“Let’s take those big mirrors and put them in the living room.”

They see their avatar bodies reflected back to them. Thoughts of judgment and unworthiness come to the surface. They gently observe the mental pollution, aware of the fact that it’s just the collective ego-mind software attuned to their individual bodies. Once they’ve gained back a neutral perspective the game can continue.

It’s time for Sarah Macsomething to become Linda Harriesmouth – without getting carried away too much with the new ego, he. Here brown eyes shift to willow leaf green; her eyebrows thicken a bit in a Mediterranean touch; her skin turns paler; her lips swell and turn crimson red; finally her hair darkens from brunette to raven black.

“Wow…” gasps Kimi without mischief. “You’re gorgeous.”

The Unspeakable Smile

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Words fall,

Crumble to pieces

A shot to the heart

The love of a galaxy

The love of no substance

The trust in the river,

In the flow of life

The flow of the Universe.

Thank you, mysterious girl

For channeling a glimpse of the truth.

 

Herons

We Are Among You: Episode I

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Picture: The Campfire Alien by Valarie Pacheco

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“They seriously think they are their body?” asks Juma.

“Oh, they’re so cute… Look at that one he’s letting his mind control him completely! He’s beating the other! Hahahaaa! Ahhh… Humans.” exhale Kimi with a childlike smile on his face.

“They’re funny indeed… Cover that third eye!” whispers Juma.

“Oh… Yes, haha, sorry.” His third eye dissolves in his forehead.

“Do you want everybody to discover us?”

“Well, considering the state of things, it wouldn’t be a bad idea…” says Kimi.

“You know it. Their ego wouldn’t stand it. They’re not ready yet. It’s going to take a while. And by the way, the high vibrational ones – if there are any – will recognize us anyway.”

“Alright, let’s play this game then.”

“Exactly, but stay present, these bodies we use have an ego-software mind by default. Anytime you feel like you’re getting confused – it may happen, don’t laugh – watch the scars on your palms. Yes, the energetic holes.”

“Right. Uh, it seems like we’re already having our roles in this. You are the serious and focused one, I am the silly funny guy.”

“It’s part of the deal,” Juma shakes her breasts.

“You shouldn’t handle your front package like that, those humans seem a tad too attracted by it.”

“Oh, right, I’m a… Woman.” She sees herself in a shop’s window.

“Pretty hot too, wait a sec, what’s going on down here…”

“Oh that’s a man thing, these bodies are designed to mimic unity through the act of mating,” she slowly enunciates.

“Right, it feels strange… Oh, I can transmute this tingling energy to other energetic centres in the body. Wow, these 3D vehicles are pretty cool if you don’t count the density and heaviness.” appreciates Kimi.

“So, what’s next?”

“Are you serious?”

“Oh,” sighs Juma, ”you’re right there’s only now.”

“Watch your hands – please.” Kimi coaxes his companion.

“Let’s have fun with this then.”

“Oh, that’s what I like to hear from a hottie like you!”

“Is it normal that my body feels like picking up a stone and smash your brain?”

“They call it anger. It was useful to humans when they needed to fight for survival in nature. Then, for some reason, they grew affectionate to it and conditioned the later generations to have it. Look at those drunkards, for example, they think they’re separate to one another and anger is their favourite toy.”

“Ahh, I see, it looks pretty exciting,” admits Juma, “my body resonates with that lower energy in their bodies.”

“Well, yes, it’s like a drug, it takes over on you… It’s their pain body. The collective ego-mind software of the planet is still affected by that kind of energy. In actuality, it’s residue energy produced by the blocks in their individual bodies. That’s conditioning as well. Are you listening, Juma?”

“Yes, don’t label me, please. Look at that girl, she seems special…”

“Oh, your body must be – so they call it – lesb…”

“Shut up, she’s woke,” Juma throws herself towards the shiny girl grabbing Kimi’s harm, “she’s woke as fuck.”

“Hey, I saw your halo from afar, so good to…”

“Do I know you?” she stops her kindly. She has blond hair tied in a chignon; her face is pale, and the green eyes shape suggest her extra-terrestrial familiarity – she looks a bit like a frog, a pretty one though.

“No, hmm, yes, of course…”

“Wait a minute, Kharel? From Taygeta in the Pleiades?!” interrupts Kimi.

“How do you…”

Kurìla-kula ilal esh, sumarei.”

“Sorry, I don’t speak the language. I mean I’ve forgotten it. You know this conditioning shit…”

“Cheer up, we’re here for you.” Kimi embodies a the Superman power pose.

“No! Come on, you must have read my sci-fi blog! This is a prank!” She starts laughing to cover her embarrassment and the light surrounding her body dims. “I almost… Almost, eh.”

“Should I show her the third eye?” asks Kimi.

“Nope, she’s got to realize it by herself,” Juma shushes him.

“I’ve got it guys, thanks so much… Where are the cameras? Am I going to be on the internet?”

“Were you meditating before we’ve stopped you?” asks Juma.

“Yes, but you know that from my YouTube tutorials on mindfulness.”

“Her ego is in defense mo-o-ode,” gloats Kimi.

“Have a good day, sis” says Juma with a neutral smile on her face. They walk around the corner while the girl freezes, gaping in the middle of the sidewalk.

They walk a mile under the sun, and they start sweating abundantly.

“So, these things need to be maintained at the beginning, and they need a sort of fuel… What the heck?”

Juma has passed out and is lying on the floor, her mouth open in a painful grimace.

“Mmm, yeah, the fuel…”

 

Herons

 

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The Man With The Brown Top Hat

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It’s dark inside, the air is damp, the birch wooden moldings of the room are as dusty as the huge amethyst geode lying upwards on the coffee table like a sacrificial bowl. The guy’s holding a knife towards himself, its sharp point pinching his breastbone.

Suddenly someone breaks in: it’s Coriander. James Coriander looks at the suicidal guy with apprehension. “What on earth are you doing?” James asks quietly but firmly.

“I’m ejecting myself. I’m tired, mate. I’ve chosen to contribute from another dimension, the 3D is exhausting.”

“You’re meant to be with us on Earth, you’ve signed the agreement with me and the others.”

“I know!”

“Sleepy humans have contaminated you, isn’t it? It’s your earthling avatar, the ego software-mind, who wants to eject. Look around you,” he waves his arm across the room, “no wonder.”

“I am bored, mate.”

“Because you’ve lost your connection!”

“Yeah, they cut down the Wi-Fi last month…”

“See?! You’ve swamped yourself in the density of matter.”

“You’re damn right,” he admits.

“Now, you come with me.”

“Where do we go?”

“Here. Sit.”

They sit on the leather couches, facing each other. Coriander dusts off the geode with a rag he’s found on the sofa, then he looks at the guy right in the eyes. “Breathe deeply. Once again. In,” he inhales, “and out,” he exhales. “Now, let’s regain your connection with an IBE.”

“IBE? I knew about OBEs…”

“As far as I can see, you’re having Out of Body Experiences most of the time, with all that thinking.” He giggles. “Let’s have an Inner Body Experience. So you’ll be able to reconnect to the Silence Underneath All Sounds.”

“Ooh- ooh, meditation, this reminds me of my awakening four years ago. I think I’ve grown to like duality, you know.”

“Enough to consider ejection…”

“Mmmh, touché.”

“Feel the energy that sustains your body. The vital vibration inside of you. Let’s bring our awareness to the feet, up to the knees, thighs, pelvis, belly, chest. Let’s climb the spine, up to the neck. Focus on your shoulders, down to the elbows, wrists, palms, and fingers. Feel your awareness lighten up the body. Feel your heart-center. Be present to your neck – enough to shut off the chattering mind. Breathe. Relax your face, deeply. The forehead, and the whole cranium. Now that you’re dwelling in your body, stay there. If the mind starts talking again, gently go back to the activated body.”

“It hurts, man.”

“That’s the Pain Body. No worries, observe it without labels. It’s not positive, nor negative. It’s just residue energy in your avatar structure that the conditioning has trapped in over the years. Observe it as much as you want, cherish it, witness it.”

Time dissolves. Their mind becomes less and less talkative.

“You’ve got to cultivate this space of non-thought to raise your vibe. We need you here, man.” He smiles.

“How did you know my address?”

“Well, simple. An old woman almost fell down the front stairs and dropped her grocery bags. I helped her and seen the painting hanging in the hall – the one with a woman dressed in red dancing flamenco. I got curious and I’ve chosen to step in, helping the old woman carry her bags at her door – she lives on the ground floor.”

“Oh, Mrs. Andersen. And why you came up to the attic?”

“Well, a kitten guided me upstairs with her feline winking. So I found myself on your landing; I smelled methane from your door, a lot of methane – let’s not turn on the lights, please.”

“Actually that was my first suicidal plan,” he sniggers, ”yet I chose to not make a fire parade to get out of here.”

“What’s your current name?”

“You mean the given name? George. But they call me Taro, like the Alt-J song.”

“I’m Coriander.”

Taro and Coriander walk out the door and find themselves in the middle of South Bridge. A smell of noodles hit their nostrils. The two descend towards North Bridge, where the Man with The Brown Top Hat is waiting for them. They can see him in the distance, like a ghost among the stream of people flowing back and forth on the sidewalk. His frozen eyes glow like a portal. The boys keep on walking towards him, without losing his glance-grip. At the same time, they are aware of everything around them and they can slide among the crowd like young salmons. They finally reach him. The electromagnetic field around the three of them becomes almost visible. Some eyes linger on the trio with curiosity. The old man, his silver hair rocking in the wind, lays one hand on Taro’s shoulder, the other on Coriander’s. Most of the people fade along, naturally repulsed by their energy field. Others stop for a split-second and have a momentary glimpse of eternity. The Man with The Brown Top Hat smiles and starts falling to his knees; the two chaps spring to help him up, but his face says no. The old man closes his eyes and the features of his one-day bearded face become more relaxed. His energy dims for a second, then it bursts and overwhelms Coriander and Taro. His apparently material body starts dissolving in the air in multicolour dust, and the seagulls sing aloud. The two feel incredibly energised and start to laugh and shout out loud. The crowd streaming around them looks at them with suspicion, and probably, a pinch of fear. Coriander breathes in the fresh afternoon breeze and watches the historical buildings; then he moves his gaze up to the Castle. Taro follows. Every image is so vivid, every sound so clear, every gust of wind so pure on the skin, every smell so definite; the coffee in their mouth lingers pleasantly. A couple of girls chime in: “Hey, Taro! Who’s your freshly harvested friend here?”

“He’s Coriander, Lindsay.”

“I love it in hot soups,” adds Madeleine with a touch of mischief.

They start walking together back to South Bridge, carrying their symphony of jokes, puns, and giggles, as the sun appears above the old building’s eaves, above the puddles, the trodden sidewalks, and all forms in existence.

 

Herons