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.







Click the title of the song to listen to the version of Moonlight Sonata by Ludvig Van Beethoven that has inspired this story.


We Are Among You: Episode 2


Picture: Undercover by Olesya Umantsiva




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?”


“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.


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


Picture by Ilona Zabolotna




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.



The Song



Picture by Mark Henson




See divinity in all things.

From the shine of a misshapen paperclip

to the sunlight soaking a green-paved hillock.

Beauty is speechless,

Beauty is freedom,

Freedom is limitless.

Hold my hand and witness

Form and essence intertwined.

Witness the ever-birthing children of the Universe.

Shout, cry, laugh, let it out!

Now, shush.

Listen to The Song.

Feel it strong in your bones

Like a torrent streaming through your body.

Here you are, as divine as a sacred grove.



Pair O’ Dice






Pierce the air with a naked knife

Cut the demons, then shake hands:

Inside yourself, you better have friends.

All of suffering, all of strife

The opposites thrive in the hands of the night

In daylight too, the sun unveils love and fight.

The awesome dance of husband and wife…

Show me now what you think is wise

I’ve just tossed a pair o’ dice.