Subject: A Long Time Ago. Part 2. Mar 29, 2008.
This shows how earthpeople treat spacepeople when
they do great things.
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Everything had happened so quickly. Thao was still
at my side, her face reflecting disgust and sadness,
rather than anger.
Another glance at the panel revealed a new scene -
of the sphere pursing the ants in their hasty
retreat, not only with the camera, but also with the
d-adly beam. The rest of the swarm, which I
estimated to comprise six or seven hundred, were
being decimated. Not one was left a-ive.
The sphere returned to its earlier position above
the beach and produced a special tool with which
it combed through the carcasses. I could see one
of the astronauts seated at her desk, talking into
her computer. This prompted me to ask Thao if she
was supervising the work being carried out.
"At the moment, yes, for this work was not
originally scheduled. We are taking samples of
these creatures, pieces of lung in particular,
in order to analyse them. We think that certain
types of radiation have produced this mutant
form of creature. In fact, ants do not have
lungs but the only logical explanation for
their sudden gigantism is..."
Thao stopped short. The camera was relaying
a picture of the men now re-emerging form their
shelters, gesticulating wildly at the sphere.
They were holding their arms open-wide and
prostrating themselves on the ground. They
repeated this pattern.
"Can they see this vessel?" I asked.
"No. We are at an altitude of 40 000 metres,
and, further, there are presently three layers
of cloud between the planet and us. On the
other hand, they can see our satellite and I
think it is to that they are addressing these
gestures of gratitude."
"Perhaps they take the sphere to be a G-d
which has saved them from ruin?"
"It’s quite possible."
"Can you tell me what is happening? Who are
these people?"
"It would take too long to explain to you,
Michel, especially now with so much activity
in the vessel, but I can satisfy your curiosity
by explaining briefly.
"These people are, in a way, the descendants
of certain ancestors of people existing still
on your planet. In fact, a group of their
ancestors peopled a continent on the planet
Earth about 250 000 of your Earth years ago.
Here, they possessed a civilization which was
very advanced but, having raised enormous
p-litical barriers between themselves, they
finally destroyed themselves, 150 years ago,
with the atom." (JW That statement of 150
years ago could be a mistake and they may
have displaced a decimal when putting down
the number.)
"Do you mean - a total n-clear w-r?"
"Yes, brought about by chain reaction. We
come, from time to time, to take samples in
order to study the degree of radiation still
existing in various regions. Sometimes too,
just as a few moments ago, we help them."
(for scandinavian readers - some similar
things was shown the swedish co-tactperson
http://www.galactic-server.net/rune/ante-ufo.html
Ante Jonsson in 1984 - It is quite clear
that they have tried to give all klnd of
warnings to earthpeople in the last years.
-comment
"But they must take you to be Go- himself
after what you did just now!"
Thao smiled and nodded her head. "Ah yes,
that's certainly true, Michel. They take us
to be go-s, exactly as, on your planet, certain
of your ancestors also took us to be gods.
Still, they talk of us...in the past on earth
those BIG pleiadian/lyran giants was taken to
be -ods - from the more primitive earth-people
watching & their "miracles" and technique. I
see the r-ce from Thao's people possible coming
from the same cosmic family. More on this info
translated to norwegian
http://www.galactic-server.net/rune/etgen.html
here - from Lyssa Royals quite logicial
c-annelings and from information from the
con-acts from
http://www.galactic-server.net/rune/indexsemjase3.html
Semjase. (r-ø-made - not from book on the
Thao-contact)
I must have shown complete surprise, as Thao
threw me a look of amusement.
"I told you a moment ago that my explanation
is somewhat premature.
We'll have plenty of time to talk of this
again. Besides, that's why you are with us."
With that, she excused herself and resumed
her place in front of a "screen-desk". The
images were changing rapidly on the panel. The
sphere was on its way up and we had a view of
a whole section of the continent, on which,
I noticed in places, patches of green and
brown.
The sphere took its place again within the
vessel and we departed.
We flew over the planet at a breathtaking
speed and I allowed myself to be imprisoned
in my armchair by the force field.
On the screen were images of the waters of
an immense ocean. We could distinguish an
island, which "grew" rapidly.
It seemed to be a very low island although,
for me, the problems of estimating dimensions
were very real.
The entire procedure, already described, was
repeated. We stopped above the coast and, this
time, four spheres left the spacecraft and
descended to the island. On the panel I could
see a beach which the camera was scanning.
On the water's edge lay what looked like
thick slabs, around which were gathered n-ked
men - the same kind we had seen earlier. They
didn't appear to have noticed the sphere and
I assumed that this time, it was at a much
higher altitude, in spite of the ever closing
images we were receiving.
On the panel, we could now see the men
carrying one of the slabs into the waves. It
floated, as if made of cork. The men hoisted
themselves up on to it, grabbed large oars
that they handled skilfully and the boat took
to the open sea. When they were a good
distance from the shore, they threw out
fi****ng lines and, to my surprise, almost
immediately, pulled up fish of what seemed
a respectable size.
It was quite fascinating to see how these
men were surviving, and to be capable of
helping them, as if we were go-s.
I had released myself from the force field,
wanting to go and study the other screens
that were receiving different images. Just
as I was about to venture from my seat, I
received an order, without hearing a sound:
"Stay where you are, Michel." I was stupefied.
It was as if the voice was inside my head.
I turned my head in Thao's direction and she
was smiling at me. I decided to try something,
and thought as hard as I could, "T-lepathy
is great, isn't it Thao?"
"Of course," she replied in the same manner.
"It’s wonderful! Can you tell me what the
temperature is down there at the moment?"
She checked the data at her desk. "Twenty
eight of your degrees Celsius. By day, the
average temperature is thirty eight degrees."
I said to myself if I was deaf and mute,
I could communicate with Thao quite as easily
as I can with the spoken word.
"Exactly, my dear."
I looked at Thao with some surprise. I had
been making a personal reflection and yet she
had intercepted my thoughts. I was a little put
out by this.
She gave me a wide smile. "Don't worry,
Michel. I was merely being playful and I ask
that you forgive me.
"Normally, I only read your thoughts when
you ask me a question. I just wanted to
demonstrate what is possible in this domain;
I won't do it again."
I returned her smile and redirected my
attention to the panel.
There I could see a sphere on the beach,
very close to a group of men who didn't seem
to notice it. This sphere was removing sand
samples from a spot about ten meters from the
group. By te-epathy, I asked Thao why these
people were unable to see the machine.
"It's night," she answered.
"Night? But how is it that we can see things
so clearly?"
"Special cameras, Michel - something like
your infra-reds."
Now I better understood why the images
received were less "luminous" than on our
preceding stops. However, the close-ups were
excellent. Just then, on the panel, we had a
shot of a face apparently that of a female.
It was really horrible. The poor creature
had an enormous gash where her left eye
should have been. Her mouth was positioned
to the right of her face and appeared as a
tiny little opening in the middle of her jaw,
around which were lips that seemed fused
together. On the top of her head, a single
tuft of hair hung pitifully.
We could now see her b-easts, and very
pretty they would have been, if one of them
hadn't had a purulent wound on the side.
"With br-asts like that she must be young?"
I asked.
"The computer puts the age at 19 years."
"Radiation?"
"Of course."
Other people appeared, some of whom were
perfectly normal looking.
There were males among them, with an athletic
build, who looked to be in their twenties.
"What is the age of the oldest? Do you know?"
"At present, we have no record of anyone
older than 38 years, and a year on this planet
is 295 days of 27 hours. Now, if you look at the
screen, you can see a close-up of the g-nital
area of that handsome and athletic young man.
As you will note, the ge-itals are totally
atrophied. We've already worked out, from
previous expeditions, that there are very few
men actually capable of procreation - and yet,
there are great numbers of children. It's the
survival instinct of all r-ces to reproduce as
soon as possible. Thus, the obvious solution
would be that the males capable of reproduction
are "s-uds". This man must be one of them, I
think."
Indeed, the camera was showing a man of
about 30 years perhaps, possessing physical
attributes certainly capable of producing
offspring.
Part 2.
John Winston. johnfw@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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