Alessandro’s Unexpected Traverse

by Michael Alan Potter

conclusion

Then his voice softened, “But it is a moot point as your sun will be out of control in the near future resulting in mass death or sterilization. You have not made provisions to be underground so you will not be safe as we are. You could have mitigated the sun’s revolt by developing higher spiritual values but you refused. The necessity for work to earn money to support your body does not leave you enough time to develop your souls. You chose the material over the divine. This is a problem for a lot of races. Only the harmonious and spiritual survive.”

Justin was feeling like he had been lied to all of his life. “So the reptiles have the Moon, the Earth just under the surface and half the interior of the planet?”

“There are others who live between us and the reptiles but they are not of this dimension,” said the master. “They have been called demons and tricksters and sometimes jinns. The Earth was actually created for them and they resent the physically incarnated so they play tricks on humans.”

“Do you get along with the reptiles?”

“They want to be here. What are we supposed to do? Blow up the planet? Then we couldn’t be here. Your race is destroying the Earth perhaps we should get rid of you. You need to restore the rainforest; it is the lungs of the world.”

“What about the Grays?”

“They resemble humans in that they were created by a higher life form but now they create their own destiny.”

“I’ve heard they put implants in some humans.”

“Implants are markers so that when the end actually comes, they will pick up 144,000 tagged humans in their ships. I believe you people call it the ascension”.

Justin’s head was swimming with disorienting ideas.

“We will not take over the surface of the Earth as long as there are seven good men,” assured the master.

Justin thought of Chon Yon, “Do you believe in God?”

“Unlike you, we can see our God because we have always kept our spiritual values strong. Come and let me show you something.”

A man came up to Miles and they regarded Justin as they talked.

The giant picked up some goggles from a cabinet. Justin put on the thick very dark glasses and was instructed to look up at the black sun from the balcony.

Justin looked at the plasma ball with the dark glasses and saw a fat cross over the black sun. Then he realized that the cross was really an eagle with its wings spread. He knew it was a god with the certainty that only looking at god can give. He felt ecstasy in his blood, in his bones, in every cell of his body and, when he closed his eyes, he saw himself dancing for joy. It became clear in his mind that humans were supposed to be a psychic animal. The destruction of the witches and psychics with help from the reptiles and grays had been part of a program to breed out the humans natural psychic abilities. Justin realized that he was supposed to end the duality inside of himself and then he would become a powerful singularity.

Justin was locked into the vision of the eagle god and the master gently removed the glasses from his face.

The master said, “The eagle or hawk god can cover an individual with a visage making one as omnipotent and far seeing as the god is. Our souls come from the sun and the eagle eats our souls at death because we are spiritual food. The bird eats the souls and then radiates power. The emanations of the eagle in the sun make life possible. It is a cycle you see.”

“I thought the grays distilled souls to purify them for the sun.”

“We have our own god and we prefer our souls to go to and come back from it.”

Miles said to Justin, “Your time with the master is over.”

Justin said to the master, “Thank you for your time and your forthright words.”

“Good luck to you and your kind,” said the master quietly.

They all bid each other farewell and Justin and the guide left.

“It’s a long day down here,” Justin commented.

“The sun never sets,” the guide pointed out. “They’ve decided to send you back to your government.”

“Why?” asked Justin out of curiosity.

“Call it a trade,” he said and did not elaborate.

“The master said the reptiles live between here and there,” Justin said.

“You will be given safe passage.”

The guide took him to a conveyance that appeared ready to go straight down into the ground through a tunnel but was really going straight up toward the surface. The tunnel looked similar to the one Justin had been lost in.

“Where did the tunnel come from?” Justin asked.

“An older race built it. It’s about 100,000 years old,” said Miles.”

Justin and Miles boarded the magnetically suspended capsule which began to move silently and rapidly picked up speed. They traveled for many hours. When the capsule finally stopped Justin bid farewell to Miles and got off.

Justin crossed a platform and boarded a short electric train that had people on it, most of them in military uniforms. Some of them gave him a quick once over and turned away. No one looked very happy. He took a seat by himself. He rode the train which moved at a steady rate for many hours. He was tired but he could not sleep. He stared at his reflection in the window as the train went through miles and miles of dark tunnels.

His mind was full of images and ideas but there was more than that. He used to know who he was. He used to be someone but now he was unsure of how he fit into the scheme of life. He was nothing but a conscious speck of little consequence who knew nothing. His old concerns and the things he thought were important now seemed meaningless. He felt very small now that he knew there were bigger things out there. He thought about the people in the reptile cave and wondered, with a little guilt, about why he escaped and they apparently did not.

Without warning, the train began to move faster and people inside the car looked nervous. He looked out of the window and saw a firefight in a long, large cavern between reptiles and human soldiers. The train moved so quickly that they were soon out of the cavern.

The trip went on for many more hours. When it finally stopped, an order for all aboard to depart was given so Justin got off into a huge station.

He had to wait in line at a check in station where he gave his name and was told to take a seat and wait. He found himself in a cavernous waiting room with military people all around. There were voices on loud speakers. People were talking and asking questions. It was hectic and noisy.

After an interminable wait, a loud speaker called his name and asked him to report to white desk twenty three.

He made his way toward a sign with the number twenty three on it and found a white desk where a stern looking man sat. He was wearing a black uniform without insignia and he stared at Justin with dark eyes that looked like black holes. On his belt was an odd looking device that looked like a cross between a flashlight and a gun. With his hard looks and heavy mustache he looked like an old western sheriff who would have no compunction about shooting riff raff.

“You are Justin Alexander?”

“Alessandro,” Justin said.

The man made a correction on his computer. The man asked for Justin’s address, phone number, place of employment, Social Security Number and wife’s name. Justin readily gave it to him not knowing how long he would be in this place and hoping he could get in contact with his family. Then the man asked, “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Justin, so relieved to tell someone, began babbling a confession about reptiles, the Moon, aliens, giants and an eagle god.

“You must stop talking about this nonsense because no one will believe you,” admonished the stern man without sympathy.

“But it’s true!” Justin implored.

“If you continue in this vein, you may have to be institutionalized.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I didn’t say that,” the words coldly hissed out of his mouth. “Who knows what might happen to your family if you are not there for them?”

Justin recognized the reptile hiss; he knew it and was afraid. It meant the man was probably working with the reptiles. As if the man was reading his mind, his pupils turned to slits and his eyes became yellow orange.

“Maybe I was wrong,” Justin said carefully. “Maybe I will stop talking about it.”

“We’ll see. No maybes.”

This suggested to Justin that he was going to be monitored.

“You are dismissed,” said the man curtly.

“What?”

“You are free to go. That door over there,” the man said with a movement of his head in the direction of an exit. He turned back to his computer.

Justin got up in a daze. He walked through the door and into a maze, up an elevator, then up stairs and he came out of a nondescript door and found himself in a large tent. It seemed unreal because normal people were swarming around him and then it dawned on him. He had been here before. It was the Denver airport.

He went to find a phone to call his wife all the while feeling like someone was watching his back.