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Though written as fiction, "The Unveiling" is a credible open contact scenario. When confronted with the mysteries of existence, those who don't believe in some sort of personal God generally subscribe to the modern scientific view that the universe came into existence at a cosmic "big bang" explosion billions of years ago, and everything (including life forms) subsequently evolved slowly through natural processes spanning these many billions of years. In his book The Origin of Species, first published in 1859, Charles Darwin was the first to successfully popularize this concept of evolution in relation to organic life. Ever since then, Darwin's biological evolutionary beliefs have been hotly debated between two general camps: those who believe in a personal Creator and those who don't.
If evolution is true, then it is logically possible that other beings exist in the universe farther along the evolutionary scale than humans, the veritable "gods" humans have always worshipped, and in fact, humans are evolving to such a state as well. If these beings exist, they might have interacted with ancient man and influenced our beliefs about God for some grand great purpose that humans were too immature to comprehend at the time. Mankind has technologically advanced greatly in the last 100 years or so, but are we advanced enough in our consciousness to fully assimilate information aliens might bring us about our concepts of God? Are aliens going to openly show themselves one day soon and help mankind understand the mysteries of our and their existence?
On the other hand, many people would be fearful and suspicious of open contact with aliens. The Bible and other ancient religious texts speak of the existence of dark forces of evil that oppose a very real and personal God, and also speak of a great cosmic struggle between a devil and this God. If open contact occurred, would you believe these aliens to be "demons in disguise" trying to deceive mankind for some evil purpose? Or might there be good evolutionary explanations as to why our cosmic "parents" led mankind to believe in the existence of a devil and demons, as well as a God and angels? Read on to help you discover the truth on this matter and prepare you for the future, for like it or not, "The Unveiling" open contact is already here!
This whole UFO phenomenon directly relates to the origins debate.

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Chapter 1 breakdown

1Contrary to popular opinion, Jesus did not tell stores to help make His meaning plainer, but rather He told parables to obscure His truth so that those He did not want to understand, would not (Matthew 13:11). Later, Jesus would privately expound to His disciples the meaning of His stories (Matthew 13:18). Or, perhaps Jesus was simply acknowledging the fact that some sort of Negative Consciousness Entities (traditionally called devils, demons, Archons, etc…) exist, and these beings have “supernatural” ability to confuse minds, so people cannot understand Him, no matter how clearly He attempted to communicate. So, He dealt with communication in the way that seemed best, at the time.
There are no accidents in life. If you are here, I am assuming you are one that I can reveal some things to, so I will expound the deeper meanings behind my writings.
I speak plainly of my parable stories and hide nothing. I often talk confidently about a literal open contact event, as if my book will literally come true one day; in many ways, allegorical open contact has already happened. I can see ways in which a more literal open contact event could occur. We’ll get into that later, but generally speaking, I think people diss the supernatural too much. I've had enough legitimate supernatural experiences in this matrix reality to know ANYTHING is possible. Those experiences helped inspire by fiction book about open contact and this substack actually.
My book, though fantastic and supernatural, is actually both a story about what is going on right now in the world, as well as a prophecy of future things to come. If you have already read it, you might be wondering if I think much of what I have written will come literally true. The answer is Yes and No.

A note about non-fiction world events

On the more literal side:

Today’s date is October 31, 2024 and the tensions between Russia/China/Iran versus America/NATO/Israel seems to be heating up, just like the opening chapter of my “fiction” book about open contact with Extraterrestrials. Below “redacted” video about UFOs, free energy, and disclosure.
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Trump will probably become president again, as the November 5, 2024 election is just a few days away and he seems set to win. Since the controllers of the world (both human and non-human, working together to manipulate their desired outcomes) install whomever they want into the presidency, watch the video below and ask yourself whether or not Trump will help stoke the fires in the Middle East between Israel and Iran OR will Trump help calm things?
Who do you think the controllers of the world want to “lead” America into their manipulated World War Three Bible prophecy scenario(s)?
Is Trump really “pro-god” in the video below, as he claims, or pro-Israel, and can’t seem to understand the difference? You decide, in the light of the above video.
The post below is a reminder of the reasons Trump should NOT be trusted:
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Below audio by Mike Adams explains why Trump’s picks are good for Israel but bad for America & the world (today’s date Nov 12, 2024):
I think Jean Nolan is correct, in the below video. Trump is an actor playing the “hero’s journey” for naive Americans, and perhaps doesn’t even know it!
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Jean Nolan on the World War 3 setup
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My book is full of types and shadows of deeper things. Yes, I believe the end time deception might entail an open contact situation, "aliens” showing themselves and using supernatural power to “assist” mankind, but my book is a mere type and shadow of how it could all happen. The actual open contact, if it happens, will be even deeper and more powerful than my book describes, and many of the details about how it all happens will be different, but the basic gist is there, in symbolic/allegorical form.
My book is not a literal telling of the future, but consider it the broad strokes and outline of what might come, existing only in allegory form at this time. It doesn't have to be that way if we will change, but alas, this is something all humans initially refuse to do and it has been this way since the dawn of human civilization, so Originator-Creator-Oversoul might teach all of humanity a mighty lesson about living without the Creator. Before I get into the most likely future, though, let me give you the interpretation of how my book shadows things that are happening in the world right now, and how if we truly change individually and collectively, we can prevent things in my book from more literally coming true.
The nuclear confrontation in the beginning of the book is basically a religious conflict between state's of different ideologies. This merely typifies mankind's long-held individual and collective ideological destructive nature and propensity to justify this with the belief that "God is one their side" (such conflicts induced & aided by the “elite”).
In seeming desperation to stem this violent madness, mankind reached a point in time when they attempted to remove "God" from their consciousness, as we subconsciously think a belief in "God" is the cause of our problems (but it is not). The physical disappearance of true spiritual people during the nuclear standoff pictures the time when Darwin first revealed his theory of evolution and spiritual influence began to wane; this is my interpretation of my own work’s allegory, at this time. But a more literal take on this seems to be brewing, the year being 2023, as I write.
The disappearance of these people pictures the removal of the influence of godly people in the world after the publication of Darwin's Origin of the Species, shown as an abrupt removal of Originator-Creator-Oversoul believers (salt and light in a dark world) for dramatic purposes in my fiction, but in real life it has really been more of a process spanning almost two centuries.
The idea that no judging "God" exists to condemn us seemed so freeing at first to the world, and even produced some initial improvements in social advancements (pictured by the social improvements the aliens eventually bring), by throwing off oppressive ideas about God, over this span of almost two centuries.2 But eventual degradation was/is the inevitable outcome of such actions.

Chapter 2 breakdown

3Short chapter with an equally short explanation. I’ve experienced enough genuine paranormal/synchronicity experiences to know, as Jason Breshears of archaix.com might say, “If you can establish something as true now, then it likely was true in the past.”
I jump back in time to show Jeff starting to experience some supernatural things that challenge his sanity and beliefs about reality. As previously discussed in the last chapter, the opening scene represents the worldwide impact of Charles Darwin’s On the Origin of species, starting soon after its publication in 1859. Therefore, this short chapter symbolically represents the types of experiences that godly people have had prior to this date, secretly, since this was mostly Jeff’s private experience that he could only share with his wife, as we typically can only share such experiences with those close to us, if even at all. By the way, I do believe there is some truth to evolution, but not as is typically believed. I like to call it On the Origin of (the God) species by means of (super)natural selection: The Theory of (SophiaChristos)evolution.
Basically, Jeff was attacked by some supernatural entities, and was assisted by another, who appeared as a woman named Monica. The Originator-Creator-Oversoul’s errant/elect children have always experienced supernatural things, in the fullness of time, both attacks and assistance, mostly considered crazy, by those stuck in Plato’s cave and have always had to proceed cautiously in this simulated world.

Chapter 3 breakdown

4This chapter summarizes the subtle teachings about evolution and its connection to “religion”, which the world has been indoctrinated to believe in many ways, since Darwin penned his famous book. I say there is a difference between the Originator-Creator-Oversoul versus religion. One is disgusting. The other is not. The real gets confused with the fake, and the real takes a lot of abusive, as a result.
This classic Star Trek episode shows the subtle attack on religion, which is pictured as being a confusion about ancient aliens. Of course, Kirk and the boys figured out the grand deception and defeated the false “ancient alien-god”, a common theme in ALL Star Trek spin-offs.
This Star Trek Next Generation does it again, and this episode helped me start to see this truth in many ways. It helped inspire my book.
I like Star Trek, and hear much parable truth in many shows. Nonetheless, it often plants negative seeds to suggest we have been deceived by mere ETs pretending to be God and there really is NO God. There is some truth here, and subtle lies too. It would require a whole website to explain it all, so I created one here. :-)
But basically, this chapter reveals the alien philosophy and explains what is true about evolution and religion too. At least, the aliens’ version of it all. The secret motivations of the so-called “ancient alien-gods” throughout millennia is dramatized, and wraps up the unspoken subliminal messages that all such science fiction send: we are all evolving into god(s)! You are god and I am god, and we are all God! Hmmmmmmmm, reeeeaaaaally, as Jim Carey might say playing Ace Ventura.
People will have to decide for themselves how convincing my dissertation is, but many find the explanations believable. I did the best I could. :-) Notice how I specifically attack Christianity, but to my knowledge, NEVER has any sci-fi book, TV show, or movie, ever been as direct as my story. They all dance around the implications that Jesus was an alien. Non-fiction books have made such claims, but NO fiction book has ever dramatized the implications as clearly as I attempted to do.
I guess publishers thought the idea would not sell well. I can attest to the truth of the last sentence, but I have also come to understand the deeper conspiracies in this world, and I now know such a book as mine MUST be suppressed and repressed. The “elite” don’t want their religious psyop mind control program to be broken in the minds of the masses. My book has potential to do that, and can shock some awake, and can get people to think too much. The powers that shouldn’t be really don’t want that………

Chapter 4 breakdown

5I reveal more about Jeff’s character and why he is so resistant to the aliens. He represents ALL people who are suspicious of “authority”. There is no real authority, as one flawed human has no legitimate right to give another flawed human orders, under threat of violence if they don’t comply. Period. End of story. Jeff tries to respect everybody, but also suspects everybody, especially “authority”. Jeff daydreams about some of his past, where he has come to understand some of the reasons for his “rebellious” mindset (representing the past of humanity, which has been enslaved by government). But this full understanding comes later in the story.
There are only fictional human authorities, orders, and rights, etc…. but the world is mostly brainwashed to think there would be the traditional form of anarchy without the government to control everybody.¹ Rather the opposite. There would be far less suppressed subconscious rage coming out in bad behavior, if people understood government is mind control slavery and the source of almost all human problems. Beyond the simple principle to do no intentional harm, the rest of society should be governed by voluntary agreements.
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People, if raised right by parents/community, are generally more decent than not, and this CAN work worldwide if evil dictatorial governments (which they all are to various degrees) would get out of the way and let people be free. Government IS slavery, as my friend Mark Passio likes to say.
Anyway, Jeff represents the awakening mind to what on earth is really happening. He gets some more assistance in his journey, both by his human friend Darryl and the supernatural Monica, representing the many ways in which the Originator-Creator-Oversoul is always watching over His errant-elect children, despite appearances.

Chapter 5 breakdown

6Valerie's quick acceptance of the aliens' "truth" represents the masses’ quick acceptance of the mantra that "covid vaccines are wonderful". In the previous chapter, Valerie did not give much resistance to the religion-evolution “truth” (representing truth in general), like most in the world did not resist very much the "authorities" (ie government and so-called health experts) when they explained how wonderful the vaccine was.
My story is symbolic on many levels, and the battles in my story represent struggles over any truth my readers may contemplate, whether origins, evolution, vaccines, government validity in general, etc.... In modern times, the masses in the west are conditioned to hold controversial truths privately and don't talk about them, even if it threatens your health. You must comply with the slave masters called government, who know best and have your best interests at heart. Yeah, right.
In this part of the story, Valerie moved to quick acceptance of the “good truth” about the alien authorities’ philosophy; WHO are the experts on explaining their own philosophy, except those WHO created the warped philosophy in the first place? Governments are authorities on explaining their own philosophy about their right to rule everybody and bring out the so-called “experts” to back up that assertion. And this isn’t self-serving at all?
Nick asked some more questions but moved to quick acceptance too, representing a few who researched covid a little, but ultimately decided to risk the vaccine, despite all drugs have side effects and dangers. Stephanie represents those who just can't OR refuse to process the authorities' truth(s) whatever they may be. She symbolically represents the awakening mind to the massive implications of what on earth is happening, and just can't go along, like some who refused vaccines and lost their jobs or even went to jail, if you refused to stay silent.
Stephanie, though young, is demonstrating more intelligent critical thinking skills than the masses, as she questions the authorities, questions her own questions, has doubts, and thinks it is ok to doubt her own doubts even. If only more people today could do that.
Again, I describe the story in relation to the deep truths regarding origins and the implications about God, but battles over ANY truth can be substituted and the concepts are similar: do you have the right to question, think, decide for yourself, be upset about any issues, OR should we criminalize emotion with hate speech laws, give up bodily autonomy, submit to authorities under all situations, accept others' truths (even when they are wrong), and accept government violence to push anything on the public because some other flawed human(s) decide it is for the "greater good", etc....
At the same time, there is some literal truth(s) I am divulging, such as invisible entities (traditionally called angels and demons, but today we might call them good versus bad “aliens”) surround people all the time, as Acin-om admits, and they can read our minds and influence our thoughts and actions. And like the authorities in this world, they claim they have good and loving reasons for doing so. But do they? Does the government? Most mature people know the truth about the government on this issue, and my readers will have to read the rest of my story to get the goods on the aliens' motivations, but I suspect most can guess where I am going. :-)
At first, Stephanie experiences cognitive dissonance and runs away, both literally and figuratively, in her mind. This happens initially to every waking mind, as the insanely evil implications about what on earth is happening causes some fear and panic and confusion, before settling down into being comfortable with being uncomfortable. The aliens help Stephanie even, when she injures herself, causing positive reinforcement for Valerie and Nick, preparing to similarly influence Stephanie more when she recovers. Governments do some good too, and help people, but ultimately that is not their goal, whether they realize it or not. I have met some naive people in government, explained the truth over time, and some have left the political realm, ultimately coming to understand I am correct.
Any good that government does is mere pretext propaganda to cover their ultimate desire for more control, power, wealth, and privilege, especially for the so-called really high and important positions. Other small time political lackeys have similar motivations, if they were honest with themselves, but are called "useless idiots" by the so-called "elite", who will have no problem with eliminating these people, if and when the time comes. In the meantime, the rulers of this world need to continue to manipulate and control the masses, so need dumb front people to reinforce their worldwide Coviet Union agenda, while many don't even realize what on earth is happening.
The alien, Acin-on, spins the fear of death & hell as a good thing, as it helps mankind evolve. Without this fear, humans would devolve into insane violence and out of control behavior. Subconsciously, many think the fear of government is good for society, and this is the subtle message in my story here. But I say government just wants us to think this way to keep us enslaved
The goodness of government violence is an assumption many hold in life, as we think the fear of government violence (or the actual use thereof) is necessary to control violence, an assumption that has never been tested fully. In 1776, the early American colonies tried to throw off all government and exist in total freedom, but in time, the United States was taken over by the evildoers. Look where we are today. American rulers have become some of the worst Nazis scum the world has ever seen, and their control structures are so clever about it that many Americans don’t see it! I am NOT against America herself, but rather the abusive political system.
As with all so-called nations in this world, I love the freedom loving public that has become enslaved by their political elite, oftentimes without even knowing it.
Do people accept violence attitudes in their everyday lives? How about the violent example where a parent spanks little Johnny to prevent him from hitting his little sister. Is this sending a good message? Violence does NOT beget violence, nor does it set a bad example??? Don’t good parents also teach their children how to communicate and find better ways to handle disputes, and eventually desire their children to grow up and be totally free? Does government ever talk about making society totally free of government? So, if government wants to be the eternal parents of mankind, are they good or bad parents? I will let my readers think about that one………..
Even if this belief in the goodness of government violence were true, is government so perfect that they should hold the exclusive right to initiate violent behavior forever? Here in Germanada, Mein Fuhrer Trudeau is trying to get rid of guns, like Hitler did just before going through and killing all he pleased. I'm sure today's rulers can be completely trusted, and perhaps I should not have even written that, right?
The final kicker is the aliens claim to have inspired ALL religions as a good and temporary preserving influence, but now the full truth is embodied in them and their unveiling & philosophy. This is the message of much of science fiction.
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I am reminded of the Babylon 5 series, which did this anti-god message really well, when it was ultimately revealed that the light being angelic “Vorlons” and the dark being demonic “Shadows” were actually on the same side, playing various cruel games with the “younger” races like humans to help them evolve. The Vorlons and Shadows only pretended to be enemies. They were actually helping us in ways we were too immature to understand!
So, the ultimate subtle message the controllers want us to believe is: just trust them authorities, trust whatever they say, and do whatever they say! Trust the plan, trust the science, and just do what you are told, and help build back better, because the authorities only seem like Vorlons and Shadows! They know best! Uh-huh, where have I heard those words before. Learn to think for yourselves, people, and decide all things for yourselves, my dear readers. That is the ultimate message of my book.

Chapter 6 breakdown

7The police are poised to strike with violence, to “keep us all safe” from violence, since revelations keep coming that might disturb some into some into “violent” protests, like the Feb 14, 2022 Canadian truckers convoy.
Jeff begins greater resistance within his own heart despite soothing reassurances from Acin-om, and even some “miraculous” help with his own injuries and a few parlor tricks, akin to government authority reassurances & “miraculous vaccines” to help “keep us all safe”. However, Jeff can’t help but think the aliens’ help is something akin to this recent article I came across: helping suicidal people by killing them! I thought this was hilarious....seek help for suicidal thoughts and they offer to kill you! hahahahaha,,,,,fucking crazy. It's like going to the doctor for an infected leg and he offers to throw more bacteria into the leg to cause flesh eating disease!!!! hahahahahaha.....just gotta laugh sometimes.
Jeff is still processing at this point, trying to put into words (and prove to his own satisfaction) his subconscious feeling that all is not as it seems, sort of like “two weeks to flatten the curve” slowly turned into months, years, and still ongoing regarding C-19 vaccines. Jeff cannot refute Acin-om’s explanations and powers, but his growing suspicions cannot be denied, despite Valerie has already switched sides. Who among us awakening has not experienced resistance and Stockholm type pushback from friends and families regarding C-19?
Jeff decides to go for a walk, contemplate, meditate, and try to process what on earth is happening. It takes time and thought, does it not, for all of us to come to the proper conclusions. No?

Chapter 7 breakdown

8This chapter has various levels of both literal and symbolic meaning. A literal open contact would probably cause some chaos for a time, but mostly Jeff represents an awakening mind to what on earth is happening, and as such, he goes into seclusion for a time (represented by the park), as we all do, as we all must, to connect to truth within. Go within or go without, is a mantra I live by now. Outwards research to confirm your suspicions, books, videos, etc… are all important to do, from an eclectic variety of sources, to contemplate and start connecting the dots to make sense of what on earth is happening. However, outwards research still only has benefit IF it resonates within, so go within or go without, is still valid. My summary site, if it helps my readers, can be accessed through the Red Pill and Blue Pill choice. I hope you choose the red. :-)
Jeff contemplates some deep philosophy, representing the inevitable rabbit hole everybody must navigate, sooner or later, to fully awaken the awakening mind to what on earth is happening. This brief scene of Jeff’s contemplation in the park can represent many years of subconscious awakening; the more conscious awakening mind’s search for truth, which in reality is a process, typically takes months or years, once a person fully engages.
Jeff’s earlier experience with a cult, helps keep him grounded in some healthy doubt and skepticism, but he has not yet realized, ALL governments and ALL countries are cult entities, ruled by the “global cult”, as David Icke likes to say. I am not sure if Icke would fully agree that ALL governments are illegitimate, but that is my opinion, and Mark Passio’s as well, who has interviewed Icke.
Any country is said to have a certain “culture”, which really means cult-you-are, which is phonetically how the subconscious mind receives the word, which causes cognitive dissonance to keep you in mind control, because we are also told cults are bad. Nobody wants to admit to being mind-controlled by a cult, so denial is the conditioned response, but anybody who believes government is legitimate IS under mind control, IMO. People run away in their minds, and don’t want to think about this truth, which helps the global cult bring about their manipulated war between Muslims nations and the so-called Christian nations over Israel and Jerusalem. That is what their long-term script calls for, and the C-19 insanity is sort of like just breaking the first seal of the book of Revelation.
Being part of ANY group-think organization with a hierarchy structure, which ALL corporations and/or countries operate within this framework, is a CULT! Because when push comes to shove, over something you feel strongly about, the communist inner core leaders will kick you out of the group. Comply or voluntarily leave, or be forced out, are the only practical solutions to conflict within any cult group-think. Being part of any such group, which pretty much all groups are to various degrees, makes you part of a cult. If people knew how to handle conflict correctly, there could be freedom within groups, but the global cult does NOT want people to learn how to do this, but rather want to condition people to surrender their free thinking ability and sovereign rights to the group, in order to be part of the group. Survival in this world depends on participation in groups, so it becomes rather difficult to be an individual and not be absorbed in Borg collectives.
Jeff’s little run-in at the park with the philosophically-challenged rapist, represents the deep seated fear that total freedom will cause the traditional form of anarchy. True anarchy simply means NO slaves and NO masters. As I mentioned in previous chapter discussions, this untested idea of total freedom did not last long in 1776, after the 1776 American revolution. It is my opinion that the globalists manipulated America into existence, because they knew the time for outward tyranny in form of brutal feudalism monarchies was coming to an end. People needed the illusion of partial freedom, so the Satanic globalists went into hiding behind so-called free choice demicrazies (ie democracies are half crazy, because even if they worked, which they don’t, demicrazies are merely dictatorships of the majority over the rest of the population).
The United States started out as a democratic republic, but any country can call themselves that. North Korea is technically a democratic republic as well. What is the real difference between North Korea and America these days, in either theory or practice? I say NO difference at all, except one: excellent propaganda and manipulation of the American masses, and good ability to censor and hide the atrocities, which remain pretty hidden. Atrocities like MKULTRA, which are admitted by the American government, somehow get swept under the rug and forgotten. There should have been mass uproar then and total re-evaluation of the entire system, but since there was not, God allows totalitarian tip-toe to bring us to where we are at now.
If the attempted worldwide Coviet Union takeover is successful, even this CIA report admitting to MKULTRA will be deleted from any records, history will be re-written, and future generations will grow up thinking terrible plagues killed 95% of the earth, starting in 2020. This will require constant gene editing mRNA vaccines to “keep everybody safe” (ie continue to manipulate and experiment on people), in this fictional future (currently), which may become the literal future rather fast. Any who die in this future, will be declared to have died from latent plague genes from that terrible period, which requires constant upgraded vaccines to keep ahead of new mutating viruses. Unfortunately many will still die in this future society due to “viruses” (which DON’T exist as Dr. McCullough indirectly admits), but the one-world government will be said to be doing the best they can, just as they are now. Yeah, right.
If people think the globalist rulers are not expert at mass manipulation, then I suggest read this pdf that proves JFK was born into the “elite” ruling families, yet was still assassinated. How many Americans know that? Did Kennedy eventually get a conscience and defect from the New World Order enslavement plan? Apparently, some do switch sides, now and then. We can speculate motivations, but none can deny Kennedy was assassinated by the CIA, which is admitted now.
Anyway, I am ranting a little too much, IMHO. I know most people assume we need the violence of government to keep the violent under control, an oxymoron, if there ever was one. I used to think that way, but I now realize the idea has never been fully tested or allowed to grow, in modern society. Thousands of years of empire building has brainwashed the collective subconscious to think there is NO other way humans can co-exist. I find some, even in the freedom community, who try to justify “government authority” as something everybody needs it. No, low consciousness people may need that, but I don’t. Many agree with me these days, and the dominoes may yet fall, in a mass awakening that can’t be stopped, to bring about worldwide freedom …… once the appropriate number of people are “purified”.
Jeff gets captured by futuristic “light” bolt weapons, which symbolically represents the back and forth process of awakening. The government hits us with “light” (ie truths) sometimes too, which can subjugate our minds for a time. But Jeff’s true and full awakening is yet to come, and I suspect the same is true for the world’s masses.

Chapter 8 breakdown

9Again, a reminder to my readers: when I wrote this novel decades ago, I was mainly inspired by scant revelations about UFOs in fictional propaganda, such as TV, books, and movies. Star Trek, my favorite sci-fi series, promoted the idea that aliens exist and these beings can only be our "highly evolved ancient alien-gods". "God" is simply an idea that ancient man misunderstood.
I now see deeper beyond my own subconscious programming. The alien "authorities" are already openly showing themselves in the form of government "authorities", which David Icke believes are mere proxies for 4th dimensional lower astral "Archons/demons", which Icke goes into great detail about in his recent book, published Sept, 2023, called "The Dream". I highly recommend to read it.
But until an actual open contact event occurs, I am interpreting my work on the basis that aliens = government & associated "experts" to prop up government pronouncements (ie so-called science "experts" around climate change, medical "experts" around fake covid vaccines, etc...). Therefore, Jeff and Valerie's conflict over the "aliens" represents the conflicts average people are having regarding the covid plandemic.
I personally barely have contact with former family and friends, as I won't be censored in my speech and they insist I shut-up about conspiracy theorealism. The good news is I have found a bunch of new family and friends who have awoken to what on earth is happening and we get along just fine.
Valerie agrees with rioting progaganda, so she symbolizes friends and family buying the covid narrative and other government/expert declarations. The emergency legislation that allows the Balazons to do their benevolent miracles is akin to the emergency use authorization for fake covid vaccines, which had to be decclared EUA to circumvent normal safety testing. Ivermectin had to be demonized/censored because it treats covid very effectively, which would have nullified the EUA.
The 24 hour "information" channel represents the 24/7 propaganda that covid vaccines are "safe & effective", which they most definitely are not, as Dr. Robert Malone and Ed Dowd have proven. Even Jeff's friend, Darryl, was falling for the crap, making Jeff feel alone and isolated, which many of us have felt since 2020.
On the way to work, Jeff gets bombarded with radio propaganda, personal alien assistance, newspaper promotions in the staff room, etc... He does not know how to refute Acin-om's supernatural good deeds at work. Jeff's boss, Mr. Armstrong, is against him as well. But Jeff, like all of us awakening minds at first, cannot explain what is wrong. He just knows things are not right. It takes time for all of us to research, investigate, contemplate, and come to the correct understanding.
Jeff's fellow co-workers equate the aliens with the God of the Bible. They explain away positive spiritual experiences as past invisible alien psychological assistance for humans, and Kim even gives personal testimony of a past miraculous healing that Balzons had secretly done from a hidden dimension. Kim represents those who are convincing, as they are convinced, about the necessity and goodness of government and their agents of wisdom, called scientists and medical experts. Gabriella reminds them in the staffroom that aliens are probably hidden amongst them at that moment, which is both a literal truth regarding these non-human entities that surround people all the time, monitoring your every thought and deed, AND represents the constant human monitoring of the population with technology.
The chapter ends with a patient initially refusing miraculous alien medication, but the customer immediately flips to loving the aliens when he receives a personal miracle, representing how easy we can become a Judas to truth when given some of the things we think we want/need. How many people went along with the jabs because they thought they wanted/needed family, friends, jobs, travel permission? How many doctors kept silent, due to thinking they needed their jobs/money/career over needing to concern themselves with knowingly participating in Democide-genocide?
If doctors, nurses, pharmacists, etc...did NOT know how deadly the jabs were at the start of covid, there is NO excuse now. Everybody has heard about the controversy by now, even on mainstream media, which has been forced to admit some things. The only ignorant left are willfully ignorant.

Chapter 9 breakdown

10Klaus Schwab and his World Economic Forum (WEF) have promised the world that ALL of us will “own nothing by 2030 and we will be happy about this!” Incredibly, many people still have NO idea of what on earth is happening and are NOT concerned. My older sisters are good examples, thinking I am a crazy conspiracy theorist, refusing to hear anything I say. One sister even called the police on me, opened a psychiatric case at the hospital and tried to have me forcefully confined, for questioning the government propaganda regarding covid and pointing out the establishment’s intentional worldwide genocide operation, in full swing now. From her point of view, I was obviously crazy. Needless to say, I don’t talk to her anymore. This attitude is still prevalent among the masses and will only lead to:
For those who have NO idea of the dystopian agenda being pushed worldwide, I post the below video summary.
This chapter 9 explanation jumps ahead about 3 years and shows the vast technological advances in that short time, spurred by the aliens basically giving mankind these secrets, which the quick rollout of chatgpt and soon a talking chatgpt (so I heard) mirrors the start of this phase in our real so-called “reality”. The colluding governments of the world are secretly decades ahead, if not more, of technology that they release to the public; they are rolling this stuff out fast now, to keep us off guard, distracted, and dazzled, one tactic among many to prevent us from seeing the big picture.
Again, as said in previous chapters, the human “authorities” in our world (government, scientists, even the human created AI to takeover the world etc…) are represented by the “alien authorities” in my novel, and just like the aliens dazzle the characters with tech, so too human controllers are moving quickly to dazzle us with AI, Facebook’s virtual reality metaverse soon, etc…
My subconscious mind called FB’s metaverse the VRT (virtual reality television) decades before my conscious mind could have conceived such things becoming reality in my lifetime. This link has Klaus Schwab’s own “predictions” for 2030 from his own World Economic Forum (WEF) website (means the controllers are manipulating world conditions to try to make these predictions happen, in case you didn’t know).
Along with good technology, also comes bad stuff they throw at us. The below WEF video is a credible “threat” (ie “prediction”) that the globalist controllers have both the will & capacity to make happen. Since covid was a fake pandemic, logically, this “prediction” is also something they will create too. Problem-reaction-solution. Create the problem, let a chaos reaction happen, then suffering people are more beaten down and less likely to resist their “solution”, which always takes away more freedoms and gives more slavery.
Their 2003 Slammer/Sapphire worm was a test run. These guys plan decades in advance and play the long game. They predicatively program you ahead of time with what the plan is, to subconsciously condition your mind to acquiesce with less resistance when it happens, as your mind is already sort of prepared. To contain the so-called threat, they will, and I quote, “The only way to stop the exponential propagation of a COVID-like cyber threat is to fully disconnect the millions of vulnerable devices from one another and from the internet.” Translation: they will coordinate a worldwide internet shutdown, like they coordinated the fake covid plandemic, claim it was a cyber attack, and watch while the chaos unfolds. They don’t even need to create an actual computer virus, as the covid virus doesn’t exist either, and yet they were able to coordinate that fakery. They just roll out some experts to claim it was a cyber-attack, insist they are right, censor everybody who points out contradictions/inconsistencies, and watch the gullible masses believe their shit!
When the internet comes back up, you will be required to have a special license to access the internet again, special security software to keep you safe (ie tracking and spying device on your devices and everything you do), elimination of anonymity (even with online banking), etc, etc … and you might only be able to access with virtual reality helmet to further program your mind more directly than TV audiovisual waves many feet away can accomplish, etc, etc… no doubt you will also be required to be vaccinated regularly to keep us all safe from you coughing on your keyboard and it infecting the world. I’m not sure how keyboard goo can transmit worldwide, but nobody really thinks these days. Some government “expert” will say keyboard transmission is a factual way to spread organic viruses, and to “keep us all safe” everybody must be vaccinated, and they will ignore, deny, gaslight any contrary opinions, just like they did with the fake virus plandemic.
Here’s Schwab reiterating the threat personally. He “predicts” a complete halt to the power supply, transportation, hospital services, and our entire society as a whole. Indeed, the fake virus would seem like a small disturbance in comparison to what they have planned. But we can defeat the Red Barron!
Back to story interpretations. Jeff has had ongoing challenges and struggles with his family, who accept the aliens fully at this point, but Jeff does not. This represents the ongoing challenges of the awake/awakening, in a continual process of struggle to stay awake themselves, and to somehow help others to wake up too. Reminds me of Freddy Krueger in “Nightmare on Elm Street”, who could kill Nancy in a nightmare, so she tried to stay awake. Inevitably, one must sleep.
We have fallen asleep and are in a nightmare! But you can wake up! You will drift off again, because enlightenment (awakening) is a process. Sleep & wake cycles are part of the human experience.
Jeff is coping by attending monthly “Xsalma Survivors Group” meetings, showing how during this time of revealing what on earth is happening, we find others of like mind and get some support, as I have found other “family” freedom groups in my city. Most in the story buy the alien narratives, adopt the rapid technological advances and love it, while smaller groups like Jeff and Brad resist, similar to how I predict most in real life will continue to buy the government narratives, adopt chatgpt and metaverse virtual reality and love it, while smaller groups of truthers will realize the dangers and resist.
As I write, the year is 2023, and this 3 year jump forward period in my story represents my own 3 year re-awakening (from 2020 to 2023) AND actually represents the next 7 years until 2030, as we see how far Schwab and his ilk are able to dupe and push mankind into their own destruction. Why does 3 also equal 7?
Three is the number of judgment in the Bible, as Christ said, “For as Jonas was three days and three nights in the whale's belly; so shall the Son of man be three days and three nights in the heart of the earth (Matthew 12:40, KJV).” Jonah went through a process of judgment and change within the whale’s belly, due to refusing to heed God’s message to him. I’ve had a similar “3” judgment (in my case about 3 years), and I’ve gotten back to my writing mission(s), although it is discouraging that very few seem to get it.
Jonah eventually completed his mission, as Christ completed His mission by rising from the dead after 3 days. We all sort of refuse our mission at first and struggle out of the whale of death to eventually do it.
Although I still believe in miracles, I am not so literal about the Bible these days. I interpret the Bible in esoteric ways, as it was meant to be, instead of institutionalized exoteric ways, just to conform to group-think, which is typically slave-herd-mentality that has only led to the disaster of what on earth is happening. Jason Breshears from Archaix is similar to me, in that he used to take the Bible in literal exoteric ways and fight about it. His information and research helped me to see how the Bible was mostly put together for political control and manipulation reasons, although if one learns to separate fact from fiction and interpret it in esoteric inward ways (in your own heart), there can still be some spiritual wisdom there, just like any ancient religious text.
Also, Is Was and Will be helped me see many incredible ways to interpret the Bible that most have never considered. I associated with the group briefly, but they were still too controlling/dogmatic themselves about their doctrines and unable to accept good questions and disagreements, so I did not last long there.
Some time after leaving that group, I discovered Mandela effect Bible changes and tried to discuss Mandela effect with one of the leaders of Is Was and Will be, but he simply could NOT see it, or accept it, despite TONS of evidence for Mandela effect, not only in the Bible but tons of other real life examples. So, that proves, in my mind, that flexible open-mindedness is always necessary or supernatural deception will eventually overtake any mind, because this person was intelligent in other ways, but had blinders on about Mandela effect. Claimed to believe in the supernatural stuff in the Bible, yet supernatural Mandela effect was nonsense. Yeah, right. Can you say cognitive dissonance?
The youtuber Bible changes lady also kicked me off her channel quickly, because I didn’t agree that the traditional Christian concept of trinity is valid, and tried to explain with scripture, but she immediately branded me a deceived devil and kicked me off her youtube. Just goes to show how someone can see some of the truth, but get arrogant and controlling around it, and want to dismiss/gaslight/attack those who continue to grow into deeper truths.
She has good memory regarding Mandela Bible changes, so I sometimes watch her youtube for that information, while ignoring her overly religious nonsense and deceptions regarding much of her doctrines. The below is a good example of one of her videos about BOTH Mandela Bible changes AND changes in the Bible that mention aliens and alien themes now:
So, these days, I hear and gather truth from various sources, sometimes engage with people’s errors (as we all have them), but if they can’t handle it (and most have such an ego they simply can’t), I move on quickly. Regarding Mandela Effect changes, I also have a special section where I post Gnostic scholar John Lamb Lash’s deep dive decode of the Mandela Effect. I highly suggest people check it out.
We ALL need to rise from the death of ignorance and stupidity and realize what on earth is happening and do our mission part to stop it, if we can at this late stage of the endgame. So, I predict the next 7 years will be a time of judgment for the world, in the whale’s belly, so to speak, to wake up those who can be woken up.
In the Bible, seven is also the number of completion and/or perfection, meaning as things unfold over the next 7 years, the “perfect” number of people that can be woken up about what on earth is happening WILL be woken up.
We’ll definitely need some divine assistance to reverse course. Most just want to wait and see if the iceberg approaching the Titanic is really such a big deal, with plans to maybe shuffle chairs around the deck, if a worse case scenario happens. We actually need the captain of the boat and his officers to change course. So far, not many are listening.
Until inward female divinity (Sophia), and inward male divinity (Christos) dynamics unite within the hearts of truth seekers around the world, I suspect millions of Bravehearts will meet similar fate to William Wallace in the movie, after Wallace gathered the troops for his failed rebellion.
For a little song inspiration, replace the word Lord with Lordess, and God with Goddess, and Christ with Christos, and reimagine the meaning of Jackson’s words below, as referring to Sophia primarily, with Christos in the background.
Note: Gnostic scholar John Lamb Lash (JLL) is admittedly very much against ANY Biblical allusions (hates Judaic views period), so even the Aeon Christos (Sophia’s male partner) had to be renamed to Thelete in his books and talks.
The older video below at about the 10 minute spot is where JLL admits Sophia and Christos are like the cosmic “parents” of humanity, but JLL subsequently has changed Christos to be Thelete.
Now, back to my story explanations. :-) I start revealing the future technology that the aliens bring, basically just giving it to mankind. Similarly, non-human entities are working with human (or human looking) authorities and simply giving us technology, but remember, as I explained in previous chapters, the current “alien interference” is coming from their human minions. This is for plausible deniability reasons.
Whether or not you believe David Icke’s books asserting that literal reptilians masquerading as humans hold most positions of political power in the world, the human controllers are certainly acting like reptiles to ignore the plethora of data regarding the intentional deadly abilities built into the vaccines.
Whether or not my fictional story about open contact will come true literally, I am not certain anymore. At the time I wrote it, that was my prevalent belief. But I have learned how to symbolically interpret my own work, and this future is already here, in parable/metaphor form. I even show in further chapters how humans voluntarily merge with the alien consciousnesses, representing voluntarily merging our consciousnesses within AI virtual reality helmets. Such technology has vastly greater ability to control our minds than regular TV, essentially creating the very future AI of our destruction, in retro-causality fashion.
I took an online Simulation Theory class from expert computer instructor Rizwan Virk. I had previously read his books on simulation theory (which I recommend) and the below video was my final presentation. Please forgive any sloppy presentation mishaps, as it was my first such video. :-) I discerned a hidden message in a Star Trek Voyager episode, so used that as a primer to my presentation.
The clickable links from the above presentation are available in Libre version HERE and also Microsoft PowerPoint version HERE.
In addition to what I said in the above video, I would also like to add: the aliens in the Voyager episode entered the simulated world as necessary for survival. Their own fears manifested the AI Clown and his minions, representing the devil and his demons, but the aliens in this story also represent angels, who created the devil and his demons, through some sort of negative/fearful situation over their very survival.
This possibility is hinted at in the classic angelic rebellion war story, because before humans ever existed, the Bible describes the tree of the knowledge of BOTH good & evil as already existing in the garden of Eden. Hence, the battle between good and evil was extant before humans existed. This rebellion story is re-told, with a little more depth, from the female perspective with the Gnostic Aeon Sophia and her Fallen Goddess Scenario (FGS, as John Lamb Lash says, but I say it also stands for Fear, Guilt, Shame scenario).
The Klingon B'elanna Torres and Ensign Kim, as aliens of a different type, representing a similar and yet different kind of being, were also drawn into the conflict (ie we humans, the aliens of a different type, were somehow drawn into the conflict).
Torres and Kim were on a fact-finding mission of mercy to find out what was going on and help the aliens, who were in stasis in the real world but trapped in the simulation. Once having entered into the simulation, Torres and Kim were for all intents and purposes THE SAME as angels and demons, both prisoners and hostages in a simulated reality & simulated conflict. The message is: we humans were created to help rescue the hostages and end the conflict.
Humans live similar thoughts, feelings, actions, as parable characters in a cosmic drama of rebellion and reconciliation. Humans are made to feel the Fallen Goddess Scenario (FGS, as John Lamb Lash says, but again, I also say FGS = Fear, guilt, shame, scenario, I say) of angels and demons. However, at best, our “crime” is similar to Sophia’s, caring too much and being moved by love and good intentions/motivations to intervene in a creation experiment that she wanted/needed to succeed, as her creation(s) called the human race & human beings are like her children.
But we are more like Mr. Spock, in such regards, and Sophia is like Captain Kirk. See parable below for explanation of that.
Sophia and Christos and their errant-elect children are in mental telepathic communication about all these things and the options. As we true humans wake up and spiritually evolve, we identify less and less with the carnal-ego-mind-soul-identity complex, and we realize that we are prisoners in a simulated reality. We are also hostages. Captain Janeway is the strong female leader (ie Sophia) who eventually rescues us.
Janeway does this as we experience the FGS, in our own way, and evolve through no longer identifying with or having pity on demons, who must be destroyed. We can do this as we come to realize who we really are: infinite awareness/consciousness, all that is-was-will-be-or-ever-can-be, having a temporary and temporal experience.
We evolve from prisoner, through hostage, and eventually identify with Janeway (ie divine Sophia) and become One with Sophia and Christos, our own personal trinity. Like Janeway, we develop “faith” to overcome the fear of death by realizing our consciousness is not even in the simulated reality, similar to the Janeway’s avatar had nothing to fear. She could shutdown with the Clown and only the Clown admitted to fearing in the end. Janeway (ie we true “Sophia processed” humans) simply wake up in the real world, once we overcome the fear of death in our simulated world.
Aside from Sophia mythos & angelic rebellion mythos, another credible counter narrative to explain ancient historical accounts/records about seemingly supernatural entities in our past, is from Jason Breshears, whose extensive research indicates mankind has been technologically advanced in the past, reset to primitive stages by regular worldwide cataclysms, and the human controllers know about these predictable cataclysm cycles and escape underground before they hit.
Jason believes there are NO aliens from the sky in our contained Dyson sphere reality, but the so-called elite want us to think so, as it serves their agendas. The mainstream sure pushes “ancient alien gods” in movies, TV shows like Star Trek, etc… so that immediately makes me suspicious these days, because the establishment specializes in subliminal subconscious programming of false narratives in multitudinous ways.
The worldwide cataclysm resets ARE, I suspect, an odd way the Originator-Creator-Overoul shows mercy towards us all. Believe it or not, it is better the world be reset back to neolithic ages than go forward into the kind of worldwide technocratic occultocracy that would enslave the world in unrestrained brutality beyond any “human only” run worldwide Coviet Union could ever do. How long could the Soviet Union have lasted with today’s surveillance tech?
I lean towards Jason’s archaix theory these days, simply because of so much propaganda about evolution and aliens in the movies, etc…. when the establishment pushes something, I’ve learned the truth is the exact opposite and I research in this opposite direction.
Jason’s extensive research is unique. Books from many different authors support Jason’s take, and his collated evidence(s), have been heavily censored over the last hundred years or so; Jason only rediscovered this information in the Texas prison system, in old hardcopy books, which were forgotten.
Unless you know where to look on the internet, you will not find the books Jason has read, and even these digital copies are being removed. That alone says something. Jason is also a Simulationist, similar to my understanding, and my take on his AND John Lamb Lash’s information is detailed below, in my most popular parable to date.
As an aside, in 1993, I registered copyright on “The Unveiling: the story of open contact”. So, I have been dealing with the implications of this phenomenon for quite some time, and I’d say the story was pretty much complete by 1995. I did lots of editing/rewriting in subsequent years, but the basic gist of the story has not changed since then. I have not deviated from any major themes or plot narratives or tech revelations, just tightened up the writing and added some things. I say this to highlight that I now understand my subconscious mind was trying to give a prescient warning to the world, in the only way I knew how at the time, in a fictional story.
Alas, the world still does not seem to understand or care, and my subsequent reawakening in 2020 and re-engagement with my work, with deeper revelations, seems to NOT be making any difference. Nonetheless, I feel privileged to be alive to see it come to pass and to have come to understand myself better.
I created ALL of my websites, with the exception of Origins, since about the beginning of 2022, but origins was in pretty bad shape until about the end of 2021. As crazy as this may sound, I have come to understand that I AM the One creating our reality! I’ll let you process that one for a minute……the below video might help shed light on what I mean.
Well, back to explanations. Sorry for my rants, but that is part of the creative process. I have also come to understand that I AM not alone in creating this simulated “reality” and certain other key individuals are contributing, whether they know it or not. The elite have no idea of who they’re fucking with.
And among some of these key individuals driving this reality, I count the following list:
Of course, I do not mean we are consciously giving orders to secret societies, intelligence officials, governments around the world, militaries, etc… The so-called “elite” think they are in control, but the subconscious minds of the errants, as Jason Breshears likes to call us, are the true ones in control of earth-reality. There are others that I don’t know about, but I suspect fewer than 1000 in total, for various reasons.
But, will the clans of errants around the world unite? Are you William Wallace or Robert the Bruce? Wallace cannot do it alone, and neither can the Bruce.
Until Captain Sophiachristos, aka Denise, is on good terms with the other 10 virgins and all 11 of them are working in unison, I suspect the real great reset, due in 2040 if Jason is correct, will cataclysm the world again and reset the simulation back to the Adam & Eve simulation.
The only other option would be for Originator-Creator-Oversoul to let the controllers take overt brutal control of the entire world, in a worldwide Coviet Union. They already have covert control and seem to be moving towards the Coviet Union.
However, I believe the “elite” know Jason’s predicted worldwide cataclysm reset in 2040 (the real reset) will happen UNLESS all 11 virgins are working in unison, through mental telepathic connection. It is a mercy that Originator-Creator-Oversoul will let the entire simulation reset for another 7000 years, rather than let a technocratic Coviet Union rule the world for perhaps tens of thousands of years, before the Coviet Union might fall, as the Soviet Union did. Perhaps it never would fall, and nobody really desires that kind of world, except the psychopaths currently in control.
Modern technological tracking and control mechanisms (computer chips, cell phones, internet fingerprints, satellites, digital implants coming soon, virtual reality control of the mind through AI etc….) would ensure “Joseph Stalin” will be aware of everything you think, say, and do, and there will be basically ZERO ability to rebel against the dictatorship then. Life perhaps can still find a way, as it did when the Soviet Union fell in 1991 after 70 years of tyranny, but I am not interested in living in such a reality, for obvious reasons.
I suspect Jason’s predicted 2040 reset is the true great reset that the controllers of the world don’t want us to know about. They would rather rule in “earth-hell-reality” than serve in “earth-heaven-reality”. The original 10 virgins parable, told by Christos, implied 50% would NOT be ready when the times comes. They will be recycled (ie reincarnate), and for their sakes only, we errants will probably agree to another 7000 year Adam & Eve simulation rerun because we don’t want to lose the 5 foolish virgins being held hostage. I say probably, because depending on the day and my mood, I sometimes want to accept our loses and go for all out “spiritual” nuclear war to destroy the evildoers.
Sidenote: here are some more clip details from the above Star Trek episode that I expounded on above, for interest sake, for those who are curious to know what entertainment tells us AI can do.
Now consider some more videos below about what AI is manifesting in our so-called real “reality”.
Humans CANNOT create consciousness. Human created AI will never think. I used to program computers and know computers don’t think and never will. They simply do exactly what humans program them to do.
However, that does’t mean AI will never become conscious. This technology has been around for a long time. It used to be called a Ouija board. Here are a few videos about our emerging tech from a Christian viewpoint, and then I’ll post a video from an eastern perspective.
Now the eastern perspective from computer expert, Rizwan Virk.
When I mentioned all out spiritual nuclear war just before the above videos, I am NOT talking about the psyop fomenting right now regarding Israel and Hamas, as being some sort of world war reset. That is just the prophecy mind control program they are running; that fear program will probably continue in various stages as we approach 2040, as the false man-made world destruction must proceed the true supernatural world destruction.
Many so-called “world leaders” don’t understand they are being played. Even if a physical nuclear World War 3 destroyed the surface of the earth, it would NOT destroy the entire simulation. I’m talking about an all out “spiritual” nuclear World War 3, which would destroy the entire simulation and stop the Adam & Eve simulation resets permanently; this would obviously involve direct & open battle between ALL forces, whatever you want to call them—Sophia, other Aeons, angels, demons, Archons, humans, etc…
The 5 foolish virgins would be lost, in such a scenario, but the evildoers would be gone too…eventually…after I (we) do to them what they have done to the 5, at least by a factor of 10, perhaps more, depending on my (our) rage factor. Justice must be served for everybody in the end. My desire all true errants/elect be extricated is dramatized in the parable below. See if you can see that interpretation easily.
But to wrap up, this chapter 9 of my novel ends with Brad enlightening Jeff about some intel he had about government conspiracies, censorship, and assassinations to cover-up the truth coming out. Sounds very much like the present time, from my perspective, and this pattern will continue for the next 7 years, as some continue to realize things are NOT right and get closer to truth like Jeff & Brad, while others go deeper into deception bondage, like the masses are choosing to do.
In summary, from the human point of view, I can’t say it any better than the below video:
In summary, from a David Icke point of view, I can’t say it any better than the below video:
From my own point of view, I can’t say it any better than my parable below:
There is a way to take back some digital control of our own lives. The below article helps explain:
In summary, the Enterprise crew exemplified the type of resistance that we need to muster against the encroaching AI-Borg assimilators called the United Nations, WEF, and other corporate collaborators.
Even if your friends/family have become “Locutus” and totally given over to mind control, I suggest just do like Riker and say, “Take your best shot Locutus because we are about to start interfering”……and then he did his best to destroy his former captain.

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Trust me when I say, NOBODY WANTS TO BE HERE AFTER CHAPTER 13!!! Including my own goddamn self. :-)

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Dennis (redpilloftruth.com) — Tue, 27 Feb 2024 03:57:51 GMT

In a future time, hundreds of years in the future, everyone in the world got infected with a plague. This plague eventually causes victims to develop fatal brain tumors, eventuating in a downward spiral into severe mental problems, violent behavior, insanity, and then death. Medical advancements in this future allowed for a rough treatment, but the good side of the treatment was that it was guaranteed to cure the victim(s). However, it required waiting until symptoms progressed enough to produce mental problems and some out-of-character violent behavior, and allowance of some violent behavior to imprint this negative/foreign thinking in "ghost" memories that would become part of the subconscious mind of an avatar-cure in a computer simulated matrix-like world. A married couple named Dennis and Anna progressed to this point, and were allowed to rape and beat each other a little before initiating medical treatment.

The first phase of Dennis' treatment required the doctors to put Dennis into a medically induced coma to contain the violent behavior and also calm the mind enough to be able to accept the first phase stealth treatment. The doctors transferred a small "combined" part of both his good and diseased consciousness into a monkey avatar in a virtual reality computer simulated world, where the doctors in the real world could make monkey Dennis experience anything they needed, as part of human Dennis' cure. Monkey Dennis experienced birth and growth in the computer generated matrix-like world, unaware for many years as to the true nature of reality. He perceived himself to be a genuine monkey, living in a caged zoo, along with other monkeys, and human handlers who fed his "family" of monkeys and allowed other humans to watch them in the zoo.

At first, monkey Dennis was totally unaware that everything was a computer generated illusion, including his perception of free will and free choice, which were really just programmed choices his doctors in the real world caused him to do. He experienced various intentionally induced traumas growing up, to simulate his problems in the real world. For example, the doctors in the real world would enter commands to cause monkey Dennis to beat and rape other monkeys, simulating his brain tumor induced behavior in the real world on his wife. The other monkeys would retaliate and avenge themselves by beating and raping monkey Dennis back. Sometimes the human handlers would also initiate some justice and punishment for his behavior.

Monkey Dennis' traumas eventually caused him to think hard about his life and seek answers for what was going on. This was the point, as the doctors in the real world had to induce enough karma justice suffering, along the lines of real life "ghost" memories, to force monkey Dennis to start expanding/searching his consciousness for the suppressed subconscious memories of his preexistence as human. This was primarily a medical process to save human Dennis' life, as his family in the real world obviously already forgave/understood the brain tumor induced his "evil" behavior, as everybody had/has the same problem(s) in the real world, but monkey Dennis initially felt life was mainly a justice process for sins he did in preexistence but cannot remember, one of many primitive monkey beliefs he had to overcome.

The struggle to make sense of things and connect with his repressed subconscious memories from preexistence is the necessary ingredient to induce mental combat with himself in the virtual world, producing neural energy/healing against the brain tumor that was killing his human body in the real world. The process also simultaneously funneled the negative brain tumor's neural death energy back into monkey Dennis. The avatar didn't know it yet, but this process was destined to get worse, eventuating in his perceived death in the matrix. But before this happened, the human doctors had to make him fear death enough to push harder into healing for his human self.

Monkey Dennis developed enough sentient awareness in the program to start thinking more like a human, and developing the human fear of death, and he also developed ability to speak like a human, but the other monkeys only grunted and screamed like monkeys do. Monkey Dennis had nobody to talk to, and the human handlers would only talk to him in vague terms, and intentionally say confusing and contradictory things.

At some point, after sufficient struggles had caused monkey Dennis to start questioning the very nature of reality and fearing more suffering in hell after death, the doctors in the real world were able to wake up human Dennis from his medically induced coma, as part of the next phase of treatment, which required conscious cooperation. In the real world, the doctors were the only ones who had free will, but could make monkey Dennis do any actions in the matrix and also make monkey Dennis unable to fully comprehend he was not in control at all, the illusion of free will being so powerful.

In this second phase of treatment, the consciousness connection link between human Dennis in the real world, and monkey Dennis in the virtual world, got consciously stronger over time, monkey Dennis experiencing years pass, but in the real world mere hours passed. Monkey Dennis continued to experience traumas of various sorts, and negative emotion attacks, but got stronger in awareness of the good purpose for them, ability to endure them with grace, and even embrace them in more positive ways.

His connection with human Dennis in the real world got strong enough that monkey Dennis began understanding his entire reality was a manifestation of his human Dennis' mindful cure, and while human Dennis was experiencing life within monkey Dennis, human Dennis felt no pain or suffering and had total awareness, unlike monkey Dennis, who felt pain and suffering and had only dim awareness, although coming to deeper understanding every day.

Monkey Dennis began developing ways to visualize the negatives in his 5 sense world in more positive ways, and thereby was able to cooperate in the cure of his higher human self. For example, the negatives, traumas, setbacks, negative emotions, fear of suffering, death and such, monkey Dennis was able to start visualizing as like a huge ocean wave, and himself as a non-thinking/non-alive surf board, and his human Dennis self as the real person directing the board and riding the wave of negative in the virtual world. He "wiped out" many times in his visualization thought experiments to learn surfing, came close to "drowning", but eventually became an expert surfer in the virtual world of his mind, while still trapped in the virtual zoo of apparent reality.

Monkey Dennis changed so much that he could pass as human in the virtual world, as his outer appearance slowly changed to look human, and of course, he could now fully talk like a human as well. He was still caged in the zoo, and none acted like they noticed the massive changes, neither his monkey "family", his human handlers, or the onlookers of the goings-on in the zoo cage. He became so mentally connected with human Dennis in the real world that he started thinking of himself as virtual Dennis instead of monkey Dennis.

He realized, from a certain point of view, virtual Dennis did not exist, but was only an avatar for human Dennis, made to do now what the doctors made him do, but with less resistance and more cooperation/understanding. He accepted he was only a program, thinking he existed and had free will and made free will choices, but really he only existed and suffered in a simulation world to effectuate a cure for a higher being. Human Dennis is the only One who really exists, and virtual Dennis only borrows a small part of human Dennis' consciousness, around which his entire 5 sense "reality" is like a fake shell, and this temporary mental connection virtual Dennis had with his counterpart in the real world would end when virtual Dennis died in the matrix, which would happen once human Dennis was fully cleared of brain cancer in the real world.

Human Dennis would live on, remembering the brief stint a small part of his human consciousness lived as virtual Dennis in a computer simulation, confused and not fully understanding, vaguely aware his illusory existence served a higher purpose, some rudimentary understanding even of that purpose, but virtual Dennis would die forever at death. Virtual Dennis didn't even really exist, after all, just a sophisticated computer program that thought so, borrowing a small bit of the real consciousness of human Dennis as a template to funnel healing to the real Dennis, the computer simulation Dennis living his life as sort of like his own "lab rat", being experimented on and made to suffer, only to create the cure for his higher life human counterpart. It was a bit of a scary thought to die forever, as virtual Dennis wanted to live, but that was just part of his programmed response, to reflect the real human Dennis' desire/fight to live and beat the brain cancer, which thoughts aided in human Dennis' "fight/struggle" cure.

The last phase of treatment was the most difficult, but virtual Dennis came to fully understand and accept his fate. Once he came to terms with the full truth of the nature of his existence and purpose, he embraced the radical death his higher human self communicated to virtual Dennis. Virtual Dennis was to break out of his caged zoo and go to a special training facility, where he would train hard to die in battle with open contact alien-gods, but his instructors at the training facility would mostly think they train him for a more mundane purpose.

Virtual Dennis did as instructed. The people at the training facility accepted him as fully human, and treated him as such, but virtual Dennis knew the full truth of who he was, and who these people were at the training facility, who were also like sophisticated computer programs who thought they were real. They also only existed to save his human self, but did not seem to realize it.

Occasionally, they would talk plainly as human Dennis' doctors in the real world would take over parts of the program and speak plainly to virtual Dennis about the programmed future. One of his instructors would suddenly start giving details of the future open contact with alien-gods and what virtual Dennis was to do. Then the instructor would go back to talking like a normal human about mundane things.

Virtual Dennis got used to this kind of communication, and not surprised when it happened either through apparent humans or other means. Sometimes TV characters would talk plainly to him, or the wall would manifest a mouth and start talking, or he would hear disembodied voices.

Virtual Dennis kept all this to himself, of course, because he came to understand it is all part of the training for open contact with alien-gods, and people would lock him away as crazy if he talked about it seriously and openly. They are all just part of his illusory world anyway and don't seem to realize it most of the time.

Virtual Dennis came to fully understand all the negative in his virtual world, the sin, evil, crime, suffering, death, etc... was 5 sense representation of human Dennis' brain tumor. Virtual Dennis trained hard in both physical and mental exercises to assimilate this understanding and act on instinct against it in so-called "normal" life. He came to understand open contact with supernaturally deceptive alien-gods is just more fantastic manifestation of the negative of his daily reality. When the time comes, virtual Dennis understood this would merely be the final test to attack the negative cancer representation with all his might. The evil and deceptive alien-gods would merely be a more obvious 5 sense representation/manifestation of human Dennis' brain tumor in the real world.

To practice focusing his mind on the future visions virtual Dennis started to receive in his spirit (mind) from the doctors in the real world, virtual Dennis wrote a novel about a worldwide coordinated effort between ALL the governments on the earth, secretly working with aliens for an “unveiling”. In fact, he called it, The Unveiling, copyrighted 1993 (in his perception of time), and available for free online reading by going to www.theunveilingbook.com

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Concurrently, to help keep him motivated to push hard during training (because he was lonely), the doctors in the real world also created a beautiful woman avatar named Anna, based on his real world wife, for virtual Dennis to meet and fall in love with.

Unlike others who never admitted to being computer simulations, virtual Anna blatantly revealed herself to virtual Dennis as the computer avatar his real wife projected from the real world to communicate/interact with virtual Dennis, as she had woken up too and was working with the doctors, interacting from the real world.

They spent years together in the matrix, living, loving, laughing, making love, but virtual Dennis never totally forgot she was merely a reflection of the real thing in another dimension he could not fully understand, since virtual Dennis himself was a reflection too, not really sentient or alive, but made to seem/think so.

Virtual Anna remained the right combination of mysterious/honest to always remind virtual Dennis of his true nature and the true nature of reality, and she never let him forget his ultimate mission. He continued to live/love/train hard with virtual Anna as guide/motivation for life and writing his fiction novel, and associated explanation site www.theoriginofgod.com.

The novel, “The Unveiling” is like a crystal ball revealing future events, through a symbolic visionary fictional story about open contact with “alien-gods”, claiming to be a collective consciousness of the Originator-Creator-Oversoul. But really these beings represent human Dennis’ brain tumor, full of evil & dark energy AND as deceptive as the evil governments the aliens work for & with.

The characters' struggles against the "aliens" and eventual "God-given" supernatural abilities to destroy these “alien-gods”, symbolically represents the powers virtual Dennis will eventually manifest in the AI world, single-handedly against the "aliens".

Virtual Dennis will act like a targeted anti-cancer drug by publicly opposing the alien-gods against an illusory world that is destined to follow the aliens pretty quickly, and the masses already do follow the “aliens” through their human proxies called government.

Eventually virtual Dennis will be given total power to manifest ANYTHING in the virtual world, and virtual Dennis' destiny is to destroy the alien-gods in grand and violent fashion, and die in a blaze of glory that will be the denouement to human Dennis' cure in the real world...he will die as more than he started out, more than just monkey man...HE WILL DIE AS SUPERMONKEYMAN!

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The Unveiling: The story of open contact

Panic grips the world, as a nuclear showdown in the Middle East threatens to engulf the world in an atomic fireball. Suddenly, millions of people vanish off the face of the planet and not even the world's best scientists can explain why, leaving many to speculate that the disappearances were the result of some new secret weapon fired in the growing tensions in the Middle East standoff.

Soon however, the leaders of the world, via a special worldwide television broadcast, introduce the citizens of all nations to a powerful race of beings known as the Balazons. Shocking words of revelation from Khur-ak, the alien leader, threaten to destabilize the world, as the aliens claim to have been invisibly influencing human development for millions of years and are the "gods" that humans have always worshipped.

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Dennis (redpilloftruth.com) — Wed, 20 Dec 2023 07:19:10 GMT

Jeff woke up past eight and headed for the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Valerie asked. She was in bed, facing the opposite way.

"It's my day off. I'm going to the city to meet with my support group. Remember? I told you last night."

"Oh, that again."

"Yeah, that again." Jeff sneered visibly. It was a good thing Valerie was facing the other way and couldn't see his facial expression. Since the Balazons' unveiling, they did plenty of fighting and he was already late.

The members of the Xsalma Survivors Group met once a month. Many had gone through similar experiences as Jeff and considered themselves lucky to be alive. Others had been fairly mild, such as hearing strange voices and seeing ghostly images. But Jeff went for another reason besides moral support. He enjoyed meeting and talking with others who didn't trust or like Balazons. Even his daughter had been eventually brainwashed. A few days ago, Jeff had watched the newest Saturday morning cartoon, Balazon Rescue, with Stephanie in the three dimensional virtual reality TV room, or VRT for short.

Jeff still got a mild pain in his stomach sometimes when he thought about the technological advances the Balazons had initiated in only the past three years or so. He didn't have a problem with the technology itself, more so the fact they had simply given it to humans. Well, that wasn't totally true. The Balazons had set up research facilities in which they showed scientists and engineers how advancements could be perfected and expanded to be used in everyday life. But to Jeff, it sounded more like a sixth grade science experiment than actual discovery.

The cartoon show Jeff had watched with Stephanie dramatized the Balazons' invisible influence throughout history. The time was the Second World War, and the aliens were trying to decide how to stop Hitler from destroying the world. The German leader was a rare individual who'd managed to totally remove his conscience-bubble on his own. From behind the scenes, Khur-ak decided to try to bring the military might of America into the war by subliminally suggesting to the Japanese ruler to attack Pearl Harbor. It was supposed to be an educational program for kids, but Jeff still didn't like it. He didn't believe his children should be watching as much of the VRT as they did, but it was nearly impossible to drag them away. They spent most of their free time there.

Jeff entered the washroom and the light automatically came on. He thought how good it would feel to transport back in time a few years, even for a minute or two, and enjoy the chore of hitting the switch himself. He closed the door and went over to the shower.

"Usual temperature of 100 degrees, Jeff?" the built in home computer, named Bert, asked as it sensed Jeff near the shower.

"Let's try a little higher today, one hundred and five degrees Fahrenheit." Jeff thought of the very first time the computer had asked him that. Around room temperature had sounded good. "Seventy-five degrees," he'd said, but yelped. It was too cold. He increased his original estimate by multiples of five until settling on one hundred, never again forgetting what temperature suited him.

The water came on.

Jeff had resisted getting all the new gadgets installed at first, but eventually relented. Valerie and the kids begged for them, and everybody else was doing it, and they were reasonably priced, so he figured, what the heck. Besides, he knew deep down the advances were good. His problem was with the creators. All the flurry of activity, new surprises by the Balazons, new discoveries, and endless turmoil of his changing world would never make him forget. Others enjoyed it and went with the flow, but Jeff refused.

After his shower, Jeff went downstairs to get some breakfast before heading for the city. He went to the food dispenser and verbally requested Golden Grahams cereal.

"That item is presently out of stock," Bert said. "Would you like to try another brand?"

"No," Jeff said and paused, "I want Golden Grahams. Bring up the grocery store on the other world and I'll get some."

"I know what you are trying to say, Jeff, but I don't like responding to slang. I prefer a more formal atmosphere. Please restate your request." Jeff liked the new hands free computing. One hardly had to touch a keyboard or mouse these days, with the new voice recognition capabilities and all, but some of the artificial intelligences had too much attitude for his taste. He'd much rather dictate to his word processor, a "dumb" computer, and have it dutifully translate his words into text than argue with the "smart" computers.

"Is that really necessary, Bert? If we can't get along, remember I still have one year to exchange your AI brain for another."

"I don't respond well to threats, Jeff," Bert said in a soothing voice but sounded very threatening nonetheless, reminding him that a machine could be a cold thing. He couldn't shake the feeling that his computer might turn on him someday if it ever gained the ability, despite manufacturer's claims to the contrary and no confirmed cases of such a thing to date. "I'm sure you would miss me. Aren't I efficient in every other way?"

Jeff sighed, silently agreeing. The previous household AI he'd tried, Shelley, frequently forgot his preferences, especially shower temperature, which really annoyed him. The machines were becoming more like humans than he was totally comfortable with. He realized he was going to lose this fight and complied. "Connect with Eddy's Groceries and transfer the image to the VRT room...please."

Jeff heard an electronic beep. "Program initiated. You may enter when ready."

Jeff went into the living room and closed the collapsible partition so the projection devices would have the enclosed area they needed to operate. The objects in the room disappeared, as their molecular patterns were analyzed by the VRT scanners, dematerialized, and stored in computer memory. New molecular patterns sprung forth to form Jeff's favorite grocery store around him.

He walked down the cereal isle, marveling at the illusion the VRT could project.Even though he understood his living room floor was actually rotating beneath him like a treadmill and he was really only walking in one spot in his living room, the white tiled floor of the simulated grocery store seemed as solid and stationary as the real thing. It seemed so real that he was walking down a long grocery isle, "reality" shifting around him to give the illusion of movement. He found the box of Golden Grahams, picked it up, and took it to the checkout.

The computer generated image of a woman rang up his purchase and asked, "Hand or forehead?"

Jeff held out his right hand. The lady scanned it with a world database reading device. The display on the register showed electronic funds transferring to the food store. The cost was a paltry one dollar. "Please have it transported by u-band immediately. I want to be able to eat it right away."

The lady smiled. "Certainly, sir. Have a nice day."

Food was cheap now, since shortages were a thing of the past. Food could be created easily now instead of having to grow it. All the food company needed was the molecular design, the permit to create it, and the technological know-how. The governments strictly controlled the technology and what food each company was allowed to make, since the industry's workers were still in transition to other jobs and the world needed time to absorb them. Plans were in the works, though, for all households to one day be allowed to have their own food dispensers, and then the food industry was slated to disappear altogether. For now, people still had to use grocery stores.

Jeff waited for the lady to complete the transport before he said, "Bert, end program."

"P-l-e-a-s-e."

"Please," Jeff added, weakly giving in to Bert's insistence on formality and politeness.

The surroundings became Jeff's living room again. He went into the kitchen and ate his cereal. Jeff had to admit the VRT did have some useful purposes. He could also use it to send himself on exotic vacations, moon trips, and space shuttle flights, at significantly lower cost than the real thing, but the price gap closed daily.

The Balazons were introducing replication technology into all raw manufacturing sectors, such as steel and lumber. Hardly any resources had to be mined from the earth these days, just seemingly created out of thin air. Companies still had to assemble products themselves, but Jeff could imagine the day not far off when he would simply feed specifications into a computer and create his own private mini space shuttle at probably the same cost today of a fake VRT experience of the same thing.

Jeff finished breakfast quickly and headed for the door. He saw a Balazon candy bar wrapper on the floor and cursed as he picked it up, went back into the kitchen, and threw it into the garbage disposal. The wrapper dematerialized and went into the magical realm of waste storage. He could retrieve it up until the time he pushed the button that transported it into deep space.

By now, people were so comfortable with the Balazons they were on every street corner, in every place of business, and most homes. There was nowhere left to run, nowhere to escape the most popular creatures on earth. Companies marketed Balazon dolls, posters, board games, and potato chips; others made comic books for children and Balazon Weekly magazine for adults. They appeared frequently on talk shows, book of the week specials, and did private appearances.

Jeff shook his head with disgust. He looked at the round, white clock hanging on the wall. Eight-thirty. He'd better get going. It took an hour to get to the City of Newellen and another fifteen to the old McLeran Baptist church, where today's meeting was to be held. It didn't start until half past ten, but he was supposed to meet Brad privately beforehand about some new secret information. He'd been trying to find solid incriminatory evidence against the aliens for a long time, but the Balazons covered their tracks too well. This was the best lead he'd ever had.

Jeff headed for the door, endeavoring to keep his head up, lest he be tempted to waste time if any more Balazon paraphernalia lay around. Once outside, he noticed the next door neighbor entering his Toyota Corolla. His smile communicated, "Good morning, what a wonderful day, aren't the Balazons wonderful?" He had commented so to Jeff too many times before. Jeff smiled back, not wanting to appear rude, but didn't say anything.

He got behind the wheel of his Prelude and took off, thinking he would never get used to its quickness and quietness since the conversion of gasoline engines to more efficient and environmentally cleaner electric motors. Energy stations selling power packs had replaced gas stations. There were also rumors circulating about u-band travel for humans. That was going too far! There was no way Jeff was going to be dematerialized and shot through space to some other destination. He had to draw the line somewhere.

Jeff connected onto highway thirty-three. He grimaced at the huge billboard outside Star City. The smiling face of Khur-ak advertised the Balazons' slogan--one world, one people. The Balazons had managed to politically unify the world under ten general regions, zone one comprising the United States, Canada, and Mexico, and also known as the North American zone. Each country still had their own elected leaders, who were subject to the elected zone leader, who in turn answered directly to Khur-ak. It was a more limited form of self-governing democracy that Americans slowly adjusted to over time. Jeff saw it more as a veneer of respectability to cover the aliens' controlling ways, even though Khur-ak claimed full awareness of the fine line he needed to walk to prevent a post-unveiling rebellion such as had occurred on other worlds, often promoting the aliens' second favorite slogan--we need your help to help you.

Jeff was not much of a political man, so could only remember the other zones that really interested him most, such as zone five, the European Union, now renamed the United States of Europe. Jeff had always had a fascination with European history, and it awed him that the continent was able to come together, albeit with alien interference, to form a unified core that now surpassed the United States in productivity and GDP. The biggest unifying factor had been enabling a common language in the "Reverse Babel Project", a voluntary project that most Europeans eagerly embraced.

The name was in reference to the Biblical Tower of Babel story, a time in ancient history when man had been unified under a common language, and the Bible records how "God" had scattered the people by creating many different languages. Khur-ak explained that the Balazons had confused man's languages in order to prevent humans working together too much and progressing faster technologically than mankind was mature enough to handle. But now all willing people could have this effect reversed by allowing the Balazons to once again modify the language center of one's brain to instantly understand Balazonese, the new common world language and text.

It was still an optional procedure, in respect of some people's queasiness about letting aliens modify their brains, but Jeff would have refused to submit anyway. Everyone still understood English in the North American zone and most other parts of the world Jeff might ever visit, so he didn't think he needed it. Besides, if he had to travel to a foreign country, he could always rely on the technological equivalent that did the same thing, the new Universal Translator Kit, comprised of hearing aid to convert languages he heard into English, microphone to convert his speech to any other language, and special eyeglasses that recognized foreign text and projected the English equivalent onto the back of one's retina.

Jeff also knew of zone three, comprised of North Africa and the Middle East, as it was a continuing source of inspiration to him that a once volatile war region was now working together quite cooperatively. Once the Balazons helped to end terrorism and depose radical dictators worldwide, including most of the Arab states, the Muslim populations proved very reasonable people. Their deeply held religious convictions proved a strength, as once they could see and talk to their "God", they passionately embraced Khur-ak's leadership as if he were the Allah they had always worshiped. Israel just seemed relieved to finally have peace, but was surprised how the world, including Arabs, honored their place in history as the nation that the Balazons directly built to secretly bring knowledge of themselves to the world.

Jeff was glad to finally see the end to anti-Semitism, but he never forgot who inspired religious bloodshed in the first place by creating the concept of "God". Most people got angry when he pointed this out to them, defending the aliens' bad behavior by claiming they had no other choice. This reminded him too much of his cult days. In the name of salvation, he'd accepted all kinds of excuses to rationalize the leader's verbal, emotional, and physical abuse of himself. Never again. The world seemed happy to blindly follow the cult of Balazon, but Jeff refused.

Despite much visible external success, such as the worldwide economic database and world political union, Khur-ak still had a lot of work to do. Invisible boundaries--mostly nationalistic and territorial--still hindered the alien leader's progress towards a new world order. Many nations, including the U.S. and Russia, were still negotiating terms under which to surrender sovereignty of their nuclear arsenals and military machine to Khur-ak's world-state. Jeff was glad the elected leaders were being cautious in favor of protecting American interests, although some insisted it set a bad example.

Sporadic wars still broke out between nations, and Khur-ak refused to forcefully stop them, claiming he didn't want to appear dictatorial and try to rule with an iron-hand, lest the world unite against the Balazons, as had happened on other worlds before. The aliens seemed so nonchalant about people dying, and justified this attitude with the promise that the essences of the dead would continue and be reborn in the exultation stage, but to Jeff this sounded like more cultic rationalizations to justify a form of abuse by passivity. However, the aliens did encourage the more stable nations to go restore order themselves, which often occurred.

Jeff was jolted from his highway hypnosis when a police car flew overhead, only about 20 feet off the ground. He nervously looked at his speedometer, cruise control locked at sixty miles per hour. Since the creation of invisible bullet-proof body shields, quark radar guns, and new road-side sensors capable of distinguishing between alcohol, marijuana, cocaine, or plain Tylenol, it seemed the police had little to do but roam the sky looking for people to hassle, especially since the advent of perfect lie detectors meant officers had to spend zero time in court trying to prosecute crime. With the device, a judge usually could quickly and easily determine innocence or guilt, which greatly reduced crime, since nobody could obfuscate the truth in court.

Jeff refused to buy one of the new flying cars, as they were quite a bit more expensive than a regular vehicle, and the special license one needed to operate them required re-certification every three years. A cheaper alternative was to retro-fit normal vehicles with an anti-gravity conversion kit, but the resultant machine consumed more energy than one built properly from the manufacturer, so Jeff figured he'd end up paying about the same in end anyway. The whole thing seemed like too much hassle, so he decided to stick to the standard mode of travel he was used to.

As the patrol car grew smaller, he calmed down and turned on the radio. It was already tuned to station GRN, or Global Radio News, the radio equivalent of GNT, Global News Telecast, the two broadcast mediums solely dedicated to bringing the world new information about Balazon activities, Khur-ak's motivational speeches, and technological and world political changes. Jeff felt compelled to keep himself updated, as reality around him seemed to be constantly changing and getting faster with each day. He forced himself to spend some time everyday listening or watching these channels. A news bulletin announced that Friday, five days away, Khur-ak would give another world-wide broadcast, apparently unique in that it would signal the beginning of something wonderful beyond comprehension. Jeff was sure his family would be thrilled, but he felt a gnawing pain in his abdomen as his stomach started to churn. Something wasn't right.

He put it out of his mind as he navigated the outskirts of Newellen. They wouldn't be meeting at Sue's place anymore, all future meetings to be held at the Baptist church. Brad had given him the address, but this was the first time Jeff had tried to find it.

Churches hadn't held any worshipers in a long time. Eventually, after considering the evidence, Muslims, Jews, Hindus, Christians, and most other faiths abandoned their beliefs and simply cooperated together as humans. Khur-ak may still have his difficulties uniting a stubborn race, but at least one of the biggest excuses for war and hatred was gone: religion.

Lately though, some fanatical religious groups were trying to start riots or gain followers by insisting the Balazons were the devil and his demons deceiving the world. Since the unveiling, some religious holdouts had always proclaimed the demonic origin of the Balazons, but the groups seemed to be growing in number and influence lately. Random evangelistic campaigns were popping up everywhere, but if the proselytizing didn't produce enough converts, the fanatics would shoot everybody and take off, claiming all who didn't believe in God must die. Almost daily, the media reported ugly news of their barbaric attacks, and warned people to flee from any such preaching venture and immediately report their whereabouts to the police. The fanatics were constantly changing locations.

Other opposition groups were more secular, such as the Earth Freedom Party, or EFP for short. The EFP was an underground terrorist organization that committed random acts of violence in hopes of coercing the Balazons to leave, as they simply hated alien interference in human affairs and did not trust their leadership. Jeff could relate to the frustrations of this group, as he was also convinced the aliens were up to no good, but Jeff wasn't prepared to step into cult territory again by believing in supernatural things like demons. He was much more rational these days.

Jeff eventually found the building and walked up the front steps, feeling a sort of reverential awe despite himself. God may not be real, but the building still affected him. Once inside, he went up the steps left of the sanctuary, now used for theater productions, and turned to the first door on his right.

He found Brad Stockwell in a chair by the window. Brad became startled and jumped. "Oh, it's only you." He gave Jeff a solemn look. "I think you'd better sit down."

Jeff pulled a gray plastic chair over to Brad. "Go on. What did you find out?"

Brad shrugged. "Not much. Not much hard evidence anyway. But if my intuition could convict them, the Balazons would be in jail by now."

Jeff yawned inside. He'd heard the paranoia before. He wanted something real this time, but understood why Brad hardly ventured out anymore, except to go to survivors' meetings. Compared to what he'd had gone through, Xsalma had merely said, "Boo," to Jeff.

Xsalma's followers had physically appeared to Brad and said, "If aliens unveil themselves and say there is no God, don't believe it. We are God's messengers sent to prove to you there is a hell." The aliens then ripped Brad's essence out of his body and dragged him into the ground. He remembered feeling a cool sensation as they passed through solid earth, which slowly became warmer. Suddenly, he saw the brilliant yellow-orange of the earth's molten core and thousands of souls bobbing about in it, screaming in agony, chained inside the tumultuous fire so they couldn't escape.

They chained Brad as well, but he remembered only feeling slightly warm. It didn't seem too bad.

"Now feel the full fury of the flames of hell," the Balazons said, and searing pain exploded his body. He screamed in agony and begged to be let loose, but the Balazons disappeared. Brad said he could sense he was still somehow connected to his physical body but felt its life slipping away, his pain diminishing proportionately to his nearness to death. He was fading into nothingness and wanted it to happen quickly.

The next thing he remembered was being in his apartment and a middle aged man was slapping him in the face. The man apologized for not helping sooner but said he couldn't; he didn't offer any further explanations but simply walked through Brad's closed front door and disappeared.

Ever since then, Brad lived in stark fear about everything concerning the Balazons.

"Give me specifics," Jeff said. "What did you find out?"

"I talked to a friend of mine in Washington who was directly involved in coordinating Khur-ak's unveiling to the public. He had firmly believed in them."

"Yes, go on," Jeff said, feeling impatient. Brad had worked for the CIA before his Xsalma incident traumatized him so much he retired early and moved to Newellen. At first, Jeff thought the man must be somebody important because he always claimed the aliens were stalking him. Later, when Jeff realized Brad wasn't quite all there mentally, he was cautious what he believed of Mr. Stockwell's myriad of stories.

However, given Brad's credible sources and connections, Jeff would gladly embrace any solid evidence Brad could produce to prove the aliens' evil ulterior motives, not just paranoid delusions but actual evidence this time. Without something solid, the world would stubbornly choose to remain blind, just as the followers in the cult had done. Jeff remembered how after he had escaped the mind control of his cult, he had gone back and tried to convince the other followers of the leader's evil nature, but they refused to see. Simple logic, reason, and common sense had no effect, as Jeff had tried to convince people that the psychological and physical abuse the leader slowly but inevitably unleashed on all of his followers was wrong.

The leader always seemed to have a way to spin the scriptures and one's mind to "prove" that everything he did was actually a loving thing, at least to his followers. He had a charismatic personality, and a magnetic aura about him of hypnotizing and supernatural quality. Khur-ak was no different. The alien leader spun the Bible, evolutionary dogma, and love talk pretty good too, and had undeniable power to back him up. But no matter how much the Balazons would spin everything they had done in history as a loving thing, and no matter how many good things the aliens did now, Jeff judged the Balazons untrustworthy, and would never forgive their history of lying, terrorism, and murder. It was just too cultic for him, but he knew he needed hard evidence to have any hope of convincing others.

If he could have gone back to the cult followers with evidence that the leader was running a hidden child sex ring or some similar thing, maybe people would have been shocked awake, but the leader had been much more subtle than that. He eventually hid his evil right out in the open and rationalized and justified it with masterful spins of scripture and the concept of love, not much different than what the Balazons were doing. If only Brad had evidence of secret wrongdoings by the aliens, Jeff planned to take it to his friend, Brian Ferster, and then let Brian use his investigative VRT program to expose the truth about the Balazons to the world. It had to be an exposé on some hidden evil though, since the world had already excused the blatant wrongdoings of the aliens to date. Brian had been brainwashed too by the Balazons but was always chasing ratings. Jeff was sure he'd air any real evidence, for fame and fortune if for no other reason.

"My friend had something so secret to tell me that if he was caught talking about it, they might kill him. Many who found out about it and opposed them have already disappeared."

"Yes. Yes. What is it?" Jeff leaned forward in his chair.

"He couldn't reveal much over the phone. He said it had to do with a special VRT broadcast, deception at the highest levels, and a conspiracy to eliminate all who found out the truth. He also said to be at this address at eight o'clock tonight to learn more."

Brad handed Jeff a slip of paper with an address on it.

"He was supposed to fly down and meet me, but his plane crashed," Brad said.

Oh great, Jeff thought. Another lead dried up. "How did it happen?"

"The official story is the EFP was responsible," Brad said. "But I think they killed everybody just to keep him from talking to me."

"Who killed him? The government?"

"No, the Balazons. Don't you get it, Jeff? Nobody really knows how dangerous they are, but I do. They follow me wherever I go. Even as I left my house this morning..."

Another typical paranoid tirade. Jeff drifted off.

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Dennis (redpilloftruth.com) — Fri, 29 Sep 2023 02:30:26 GMT

Jeff slammed the front door and raced upstairs to find Valerie exiting the main bathroom, holding one pink towel around her limp wet hair, another wrapped around her body. Jeff almost mowed her over in his haste to get into the shower.

"What's your hurry?" she asked.

Jeff stopped and stared at his wife. The upper left corner of his lip rose in a snarl. "I've been away all night and that's all you can say? There were riots going on. I could have been killed! I'm sure you wouldn't have minded, though. Then you could marry your sweetheart Acin-om."

Valerie's hands dropped from her head, taking the towel with them. "What?" She rolled her eyes, threw her arms in the air, and headed for the bedroom. "You're being ridiculous. I knew exactly what happened to you. The police stunned you last night and took you into custody. You were being held in a make-shift jail cell in Star City High School for rioting."

"I wasn't rioting! How did you know anyway?"

"Acin-om told me."

"Of course. I should have known. And here I thought you'd be worried because they wouldn't let me call."

Valerie allowed the towel covering her body to drop to the floor and ignored his comment, while selecting a comfortable pair of jeans and sweatshirt from her closet. "Acin-om is a really nice person. I wish you'd realize that. She's even helping out your boss at your work."

"She doesn't know anything about pharmacy. Allan wouldn't allow it."

"I'm afraid he already has. It's not just you. They're helping people all over--at work, home, play--"

"I'm calling the police. She can't do that." Jeff raced for the phone and started dialing.

"Don't even bother," she told him. "The government has already passed emergency legislation that allows the Balazons to do whatever benevolent miracles they wish. You see, this is the time they prove their sincerity. Besides, the police have better things to do, such as patrolling the streets for more fanatical rioters." She emphasized her last two words, but Jeff restrained his anger.

"They've also set up a special twenty-four hour information channel dedicated to the Balazons and the things they're doing. If you want to read about them, books and magazines are expected to flood the market in about one week, mostly written by scientists and top government officials. They wish to educate us, Jeff, about themselves and so many more things we can't even begin to imagine."

Jeff didn't respond. Lost in thought, he trudged into the shower, adjusted the water temperature, and pulled the handle to redirect it through the nozzle. He found the water warm and inviting, and wished he could stay there for quite some time. Soon, however, the water became cool, despite repeated attempts at turning it up.

Jeff got out of the shower, dressed, and went downstairs. Valerie had already set the table for breakfast. Even before he had reached the last step, he smelled the delectable aroma of bacon and eggs. His mouth started to salivate.

"Good morning," Valerie said cheerfully.

Jeff frowned and sat down. "What is Acin-om doing at work?"

"Are you still worrying about that? Acin-om isn't out to steal your job. Go to work if you want or stay home. I don't think it matters today. Eventually, though, you'll have to go because you have to be retrained."

"But who gets paid for the hours she's worked?"

"I'm sure Mr. Armstrong will pay you. If not, Acin-om can miraculously supply all our needs. Acin-om says eventually--thousands of years from now, in the new world--people won't use money. Won't even need to work for a living. We'll be able to spend our time on pleasant, fulfilling, and exciting tasks instead of the hum-drum jobs we do now."

"I don't plan on being around in thousands of years."

"So you're saying you want to get all you can right now?"

"That's not what I meant," Jeff said, voice rising.

"Oh, forget about it. Let's not argue." After a moment's pause, she said, "Your friend Darryl called this morning. He's very excited about the Balazons and wanted to talk to you."

"Yeah, I believe it. I could see he was going to fall for all this crap the other day."

"You'll come around eventually too. You're just confused right now."

Jeff's lips puckered up as if he had swallowed alum or sour orange juice. "If anyone is confused, it's you."

Valerie shrugged as she stuffed a bite-full of egg into her mouth, and didn't say much for the next ten minutes. Valerie never had been one to argue, usually went out of her way to avoid it. When they had finished, she started to clear the table.

Jeff grabbed his keys and coat and opened the front door, determined to carry on with life as usual. He wasn't going to avoid work simply because Acin-om was there. Besides, if he did go, he might be able to find out something to confirm his gut feeling.

"Please don't let the kids talk to Acin-om while I'm gone," he said. "I want to minimize our contact with them as much as possible, until I know more about them. OK?"

Valerie didn't answer, just kept doing the dishes. Jeff figured that that was about as good a response as he could expect and left it alone.

On the drive to work, he listened to the radio.

"An independent poll shows forty-two percent of Americans are still distrustful of the Balazons. Another forty-seven percent believe them and eleven percent are undecided. When asked how it affected their moral perceptions, the forty-seven percent category almost unanimously agreed conventional morals are now obsolete and expressed a desire to remove their conscience-bubbles.

"American Balazon spokesperson Mordak said it might be possible to remove the implant at some time in the future, but refused to comment on how long that might be, stating it depended on the human response to their presence and other factors beyond their control. Mordak said their primary focus is to help humans become accustomed to their existence and the future would, hopefully, take care of itself.

"In other parts of the world, the Balazons have received a more favorable response. In Africa, approximately eighty percent have accepted the aliens and their commitment for aid. By the end of the day, it is estimated the Balazons will have fed and clothed thirty percent of the poor and prevented the spread of most communicable diseases. Apparently the Balazons could do more, but are cautious about initiating changes too quickly, claiming people need time to adjust. When asked what their ultimate goal was for the continent, African Balazon spokesperson, Esta, commented they hope to fully end racial discrimination and provide full and equal access to improved education.

"In a special announcement this morning, Khur-ak indicated a group of Balazons are presently combining their mental energies to affect the world ecological system, hoping to restore it to the tropical paradise it was before the dark stage. Over time they will repair the ozone layer, regenerate desert lands, and affect the climate to become more moderate."

Jeff clicked off the radio. It was starting to irritate him.

When he arrived at work and parked in his usual spot, his car started to glow brightly.

"What the heck," Jeff said as he leapt out, fearful of what might happen should he stay. When he took a few steps back, he got his answer. "What are you doing?"

"I am Talazon," the Balazon said. "I am designated for this area of space. To help people whenever possible. I have repaired your car."

"Oh," Jeff said. "But there was nothing wrong with it."

"There were several small dents in the exterior, a minor oil leak, and your right front wheel CV joint needed repair. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yeah," Jeff said with a resolve to test Talazon's limits. Give me a million dollars."

"I am sorry but I am not authorized to grant that request."

Jeff snorted and walked away, berating himself for liking the special treatment. He heard a man drop a grocery bag and curse; Talazon jumped to his aid.

The entrance to Armstrong's pharmacy was lined up with people, so Jeff entered through the back. Betty noticed Jeff and said, "Wow, it's incredible. When I saw them on TV last night, I never dreamed they could do so much. It started with just a small group watching, but soon crowds came. And before you knew it, we couldn't beat them away with a stick."

"What do you mean?"

"Go into the dispensary and see for yourself." Betty pointed at the swinging door.

"I think I will, thank you."

There were scores of people crowded around the dispensary, some even had prescriptions. The owner, Allan Armstrong, was in the corner, sipping coffee, smiling, and watching everything happening with obvious unbridled joy. Acin-om was spending most of her time with the people, answering questions about herself and patient counseling, while another Balazon seemed to be mentally directing the dispensing operations.

When someone would hand Acin-om a prescription, she would set it on the counter. The other Balazon would just glance at it and move the script aside. Then the computer would type automatically, print off labels, and the stock bottle would float off the shelf as if a ghost were directing it; the bottle would unscrew its lid, pour the exact amount of medication into a prescription vial, and the label would attach itself. Acin-om would then motion with her long skinny fingers and the vial would float into her glowing hands. The alien pharmacist didn't seem to frighten the customers either, who were mostly curious or amazed.

"There you are Mrs. Reichston," Acin-om said and handed the old lady her medication. "Take one tablet per day and it should completely clear up all symptoms of your arthritis. There are absolutely no side effects."

This was the kind of incompetence Jeff was afraid of. Patient response to medication varied. There was no way she could make such a claim. He pushed his way through some people and into the dispensary.

"Good morning, Jeff," Acin-om said, but the other didn't reply.

Jeff immediately brushed by the other Balazon too and grabbed the stock bottle that had been used. The label read Zanthatar. He had never heard of it. The bottle didn't yield any clues about its identity either, as there was no other writing such as therapeutic classification, generic name, manufacturer, or dosing directions: nothing except the name Zanthatar in big black letters on a white bottle. He turned to Mr. Armstrong.

"What's going on here?" he asked.

"She's been creating new drugs for everybody."

"What? Untested drugs? She can't do that."

Mr. Armstrong crinkled his nose up slightly, and waved his hand nonchalantly. "Don't worry about it, Jeff. I trust the Balazons. Besides, this morning's legislation approves it."

"But it doesn't seem right. I mean what... what. "

Mr. Armstrong smiled knowingly. "Don't worry, Jeff. I know what you're thinking and there is no need for concern. The Balazons are here to help, not destroy our economy and way of life overnight. You will notice we are charging a reasonable fee for every prescription, certainly no more than the price of medicines already on the market. She assures me she could simply heal everyone and I believe her. But that's not the way the Balazons do business. Our society requires time to adjust. The Balazons don't intend to do away with every pharmacist, doctor, lawyer, judge, or police officer immediately. It will happen eventually but that's many years into the future. In the meantime, I think your livelihood is safe. Accept the artificially engineered environment they create and go with the flow."

"I don't want to go with the flow. I'd rather get there myself, thank you very much."

Mr. Armstrong's expression became hard. "As long as you work in my store, you'll do things my way. I like what we're doing here. I feel good about it. You can adjust or get out." Allan Armstrong left.

Jeff stood in the center of the dispensary, bombarded on all sides by the activity. Bottles flew around his head like angry bees, and computer keys rattled off, sounding like machine gun fire, while new stock bottles were constantly materializing out of nowhere.

"I'm going for a coffee break," he mumbled and stormed out, feet clicking hard on the tile floor. He swung the staff room door open hard enough to make a loud thud as it rebounded off the wall.

Nobody was in the small room.

Jeff poured himself a cup of freshly brewed coffee and sat down, noticing a discarded newspaper on the table.

The first page read "Aliens-Friends or Foes?" The article described how one person had been abducted and taken on board a space vessel and tortured. Another person had objects in her house fly around at random, sometimes hitting her. In another family, a five year old had cursed her parents with the foulest of words before attacking them with a steak knife.

Further down the page Jeff read that Mordak had an explanation for each incident. The story went into great depth about Xsalma and his reasons for doing what he did, but Jeff skimmed it quickly as he'd heard it all already.

Jeff took a sip of coffee and flipped through the paper. One article was titled "Xsalma--Sorry for Millions of deaths." It explained how Xsalma now regretted his decision to oppose Khur- ak, and believed he should have waited for the wisdom of the Council to decide the matter. The article ended on a positive note, promising those millions would live again if humanity could somehow see fit to forgive the Balazons, accept their aid, and survive until the exultation stage.

Jeff read another article by several prominent scientists, who detailed and summarized vast amounts of technological data on the aliens. Basic to their research, the scientists studied several Balazon volunteers to learn about the source of their power, a plentiful energy reservoir called Forsacon. The Balazons had the ability to mentally harness this raw power source that surrounded all organic and inorganic substances in the universe, enabling them to do seemingly miraculous things. The reason humans had never discovered Forsacon before was because its vibratory signature phase shifts it into the seventh dimension, making it undetectable by mankind's primitive science. The scientists went on to conclude that this energy was more powerful than nuclear, and easily manipulated by highly evolved minds, but only highly intricate and complex machines--currently beyond human technology--would ever be able to harness it.

The editorial section talked about the continued need for moral constraint. The writer pointed out humans should still try to act as if there was a God who assigns people to heaven or hell. Humanity was still in a precarious position and shouldn't take their new found freedom too far.

Jeff sighed and took another sip of coffee. The world he'd always known was dissolving around him, being replaced by the new information flooding the earth every second the Balazons remained visible. He felt a nagging fear sear his brain like a hot iron, as if a sixth sense was warning him of danger.

"I won't trust them, no matter what others think or do," Jeff whispered.

Don't let fear rule you, his inner voice said. Open up to new possibilities. They are who they say they are. What other explanation could there be?

No, it was impossible!

Men used to think it was impossible to run the mile in under four minutes, fly, harness nuclear energy, break the sound barrier, or go to the moon. Change your way of thinking and admit the possibility and you will see.

No! Jeff frantically flipped the newspaper, eyes and hands working in perfect unison. He was searching for something, not sure what, but he'd know when he found it.

"There!" Jeff said out loud as he pointed to the headline, giving more force to his words. "There is your proof. For every expert who says one thing, I can find another who will say the exact opposite."

The headline read "Michigan Scientist explains the real truth about the Balazons." Jeff quickly devoured the article. The scientist's name was Tim Forger, and he'd worked in a top security chemical weapons division of the Armed Forces before retirement. He theorized the whole Balazon controversy could be due to a leak of powerful hallucinatory chemicals they'd been working on for use in combat. One part per several trillion could induce massive hallucinations to the population of an average sized state.

If a small amount of the gas had escaped, light winds could have conceivably spread it across the entire North American continent. In reality, people were most likely sitting or standing in one spot with their eyes half-closed, looking like drugged out hippies from the sixties. The rest of the world was probably wondering why Canada, the United States, and Mexico had stopped working and were babbling gibberish about Balazons.

It was no more a far out suggestion than omnipotent beings pretending to be God.

The sound of the staff-room door opening snapped Jeff to attention. It was Kim and Gabriella, cashier and merchandiser respectively. They both poured some coffee and sat down.

"So what do you think about the universe today, Jeff," Kim asked cheerfully as she took a sip of the hot liquid.

"I'm really not sure yet," he replied. "How about you?"

"Oh, I think it's wonderful. I've been watching Acin-om and her friend all day and I'm amazed at what they can do. Imagine the benefits of learning from them."

Jeff crinkled his eyebrows up in a thoughtful pose. "You accept them then?"

"Oh, yes, definitely."

"How can you? You know what they did. I was one who survived their attacks. Believe me, they are capable of much cruelty."

Kim's look hardened a little. "I've been attacked too, Jeff. My physical life wasn't in danger, but my beliefs and everything I held dear to me was assaulted. You see, I have been a Christian since I was twelve, and had believed the Bible to be the inspired Word of God--up until last night. The Balazons have helped to re-focus my understanding of reality. Quite frankly, I feel much freer now, as if a burden has been lifted from my shoulders. Religion can be quite restrictive. I don't harbor any grudge against them for being slightly dishonest. They love us so much, after all."

"Slightly dishonest?" Jeff shot back. "Love? I don't consider blatant deception for six thousand years slightly dishonest. Any creatures who truly loved us wouldn't have done that."

Kim lightly pounded her fists on the tabletop. "I have feelings too, and believe me, they're as real to me as yours are to you. But I know emotions can be deceptive. My Balazon representative explained it to me last night. When I first became a Christian, I felt very 'spiritual'--but this was really just psychological rewards offered by the conscience-bubble because I heeded its moral message to my heart.

"Why, I even prayed for my big brother who was in a wheelchair, paralyzed since a car accident when he was ten. He was healed instantly and jumped up! Boy, the whole house was so excited we told everyone about it. I prayed for many others in those days too, strangers even, and a lot of them were healed. Now I find out the Balazons had performed these 'miracles' as a confirmation to others of the validity of my message. I brought many people to Christ in those days, or should I say Khur-ak. I did my part to be a positive influence in the world. Like the Scriptures say, be the salt of the earth to keep it from being destroyed in the dark stage."

Jeff snorted. "Show me where it says that. I'm not an expert in theology, but I don't think it does."

"That's what it means. You shouldn't automatically disregard everything they say because you had one bad experience."

Jeff looked at Gabriella. "What do you think?"

"I'm not getting in the middle of this argument. I haven't been terrorized or threatened in any way."

"You don't have to have been to be affected."

Then Gabriella seemed to relent. "Well, I'm still undecided. I do think extra-terrestrial life is possible, and I can't deny their powers, but as to their motives..."

She tilted her head to the ceiling and said slowly, "W-e-l-l it might be like a friend told me. Perhaps they're inter-galactic scientists doing one big psychology experiment. They take a belief we have about God, and create all the necessary alibis to work themselves into that role to see how far we'll believe them. Then maybe they'll tell us the truth to see how we'll react. However, I don't think they're out to harm us; if they were, they could have done it before now. They certainly have the power to do so."

Jeff turned to Kim again. "Well at least they haven't taken away your job."

Kim shrugged her shoulders. "They're not here to steal anyone's job, just to help. Once today, I had a lineup of five customers. Before I could call for another till, a Balazon popped out of nowhere, waved her hands over the top of the keypad, and the buttons started beeping. Soon, the sales total had rung up and the customer's items floated over to me. All I had to do was hold the bag and in they went. Wow! Nobody seemed to mind either. I think seeing them in a store grants them credibility they wouldn't find elsewhere. She disappeared for the rest of the day, but it was nice to know she cared and was there to help me when I needed it." Her tone became somewhat chiding. "They're here to help, Jeff. They're sacrificing their time and energy to lift us up, not bring us down."

"I had a similar experience," Gabriella said. "I was upstairs trying to find some facial tissue but couldn't. I was getting pretty frustrated when one popped out of nowhere and told me to look under a pile of boxes in the corner. It actually gave me a weird feeling to realize these things are watching us all the time, waiting to materialize and do some good deeds. Why, I bet there's several in this room right now. Ask them to show themselves and they probably will."

Jeff shook his head. "Let's not, OK?"

She was right, though. It was eerie to think the Balazons had watched not only his own life, and all humans' lives since the beginning of time--every private act, crime, or indecency has been open to the Balazons. No one was exempt. The Balazons were everywhere, like the air, invisible, but sometimes exhibiting a definite effect when it decided to blow. The reason more didn't show themselves, he supposed, was humans were still a little uneasy. In time, that would change too.

Jeff got up to leave. "I suppose I should go do some work."

He felt calmer now, as he gently opened the door and walked past the vitamin display. Everything seemed so orderly, as if nothing unusual was happening.

The pharmacy was still quite busy, but Acin-om was resting in the corner with her eyes closed. "Hello," she said without opening her eyes, as Jeff approached. "Don't mind me. I'm renewing my mental energy. The amount required to restructure random atmospheric matter into specific molecular designs is enormous." She opened her eyes. "But I'm glad you're back now so I can bring you up to date."

Jeff's grimace showed he was sure. "I wouldn't even be listening to you if Allan wasn't forcing me to."

"I know. But I'm willing to carry your disdain now in the hope you will someday carry my joy."

"That's not going to happen."

"Perhaps, but that's not what we're here to discuss." Acin-om briefly introduced her companion, Parfon; Jeff grunted a non-polite response. Then she turned to face the cupboards and opened one at center chest level. The shelves revealed a whole array of new drugs. "The system is very simple. There is one drug for every major therapeutic classification. By the end of the day, I will create about two thousand new drugs to cover the less common disorders."

Jeff's eyes trailed across the shelves. The products were lined up alphabetically from Albathem in the top left corner to Xtantor on the bottom right--all boring white bottles with their names in big black letters. Dromolin floated off the middle shelf and glided over to the other Balazon dispenser.

Acin-om said, "At this very moment, Balazons are equitably distributing to drug companies all necessary information to make these drugs themselves. We are simply creating them as a short term solution."

"We need difficulties and trials to overcome ourselves," Jeff said. "You can't hand everything to us on a silver platter. Humans aren't built to work that way."

Acin-om calmly raised her hand in a gesture that said relax. "You're still thinking in the old pattern. You will understand one day."

Jeff's eyebrows rose in astonishment and suspicion. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not at liberty to say. There is much you must learn and embrace beforehand. But believe me, it will be beyond your wildest dreams." Jeff's upper lip curled in disgust as he prepared to let loose a verbal assault, but Acin-om abruptly left to help Parfon.

Jeff took a prescription for Cardizem from a lady and started to fill it. But he couldn't decide which of the new heart drugs he should use, as they weren't labeled properly. All they had were their stupid names in big black letters.

"Having trouble?" Acin-om suddenly asked, peering over his shoulder.

Jeff thought she almost sounded arrogant. "I'm not having more difficulty than any normal human would have. You haven't labeled these bottles properly."

"Oh," Acin-om said with a smile. She waved her hand and all the bottles instantly became labeled with therapeutic classification. She also created a list of the new drug names cross-referenced against their human counterparts. "This should help you too."

Jeff snorted as he grabbed the bottle marked Antihypertensive. The word above this classification read Potatal. "Who makes up these stupid names anyway?"

Acin-om seemed unmoved by the comment as she said, "The group of Balazons in charge of medical advancement."

"You Balazons think you're so great," Jeff said as he counted out the Potatal. "Your wonderful plans are probably as stupid as these drug names."

Acin-om ignored Jeff's snide comment and calmly kept working. The vial Jeff had filled suddenly leapt from his hand. A label attached itself, and it floated over to Parfon.

As Parfon counseled the person, an elderly man came to the counter with a new prescription, and Jeff went to take it. The script was for Voltaren, a drug for arthritis. "It'll be about ten minutes."

The elderly man nodded. "I've been hearing lots about how you're handing out alien medication. I want you to know right now I don't want none. I'm not going to let you use me as a guinea pig. I know Voltaren has worked before, and I don't want to try anything else." The man leaned forward and motioned to Jeff with his finger for emphasis. "You understand me?"

Jeff nodded. He didn't have any qualms about sticking to the old methods. He was looking forward to telling Acin-om what to do with her version of Voltaren. If she protested, too bad. Patient's request after all. Even Allan wouldn't refute that one.

Acin-om came over to Jeff's side. "I overheard your request," she said smoothly. "I assure you our drugs are completely safe and effective."

"No way," the man responded. "I don't trust your alien potions any more than I trust you."

Jeff smiled. This was his kind of customer.

"But you will get total relief from any inflammation and--"

"I said no and that's final!"

Acin-om closed her eyes, as though she were concentrating on something. "I can sense you are upset. You are currently experiencing a great deal of pain."

"Way to go Einstein," the man said. "How did you figure that one out?"

Acin-om quickly opened her eyes and reached out with her long skinny hand. The man recoiled, but was not fast enough. Acin-om had touched him before he could step back.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.

"I decided to make an exception."

"An exception? What do you mean?" Then, after a few seconds, comprehension shone on the man's face. "Hey, my pain is gone! It was aching to beat the band when I came in, but now it's gone."

"Yes," Acin-om assured him. "For the rest of your life, arthritis will never again haunt you."

Tears started to appear in the corner of the man's eyes. "I've suffered for years. Used to take almost an hour to get out of bed in the morning because I was so stiff. I think the pain made me a little miserable. I was wrong about you. How can I thank you?"

"By not telling anybody what I did," Acin-om said.

The man looked puzzled, but didn't argue. "No problem. Your secret is safe with me." He turned and walked away.

Jeff understood. Acin-om probably didn't want people to know, or there would be even bigger crowds around the pharmacy. Nobody would want to buy drugs if they could get a complete healing.

The rest of the day seemed to pass rather quickly. Jeff mastered the new "system" rather easily. Other than in name, they were all very similar: one drug for each disease state--one tablet taken per day, no side effects. He was never able to get a rise out of Acin-om either, despite repeated insults; she remained very clinical and detached for the rest of the day.

At five o'clock, Jeff took off immediately, while Acin-om stayed behind to show the night pharmacist a few things. He wanted to get home before Acin-om went to his house and Valerie let her in to start infecting the kids again. If Jeff got there before her, he would carry more weight in preventing it.

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Chapter 7:

Dennis (redpilloftruth.com) — Wed, 16 Aug 2023 22:28:25 GMT

Jeff slowly trudged down Kirkwood Avenue, as a windy chill pelted his leather jacket and bounced off. McDonald Park was a block away, and he had a deep desire to sit in its grass and gaze at the water of the miniature lake.

Jeff's street ran roughly parallel to the main street business section, several blocks down. He could see activity, police cars, foot patrol, other people walking--perhaps feeling the same as himself. But his street was virtually empty. Occasionally, a car drove by.

Jeff shuffled his feet and kicked various stones as he entered the front gate. Then he picked up a few pebbles and sat near the edge of the small lake. The rippling surface looked beautiful. Jeff tried skipping a few stones, as he had often done as a kid. Somehow, he couldn't get it to work this evening.

If the Balazons were being truthful, he could live his life as normal, doing whatever he wanted, perhaps even live longer due to medical advances, and hopefully die at an old age, having done everything in life he had wanted to do. He would live again millions of years later, regardless of his accepting them, or getting too close. Perhaps, at least, he could remain neutral. Nothing in the Balazons' philosophy demanded otherwise.

On the other hand, he couldn't ignore the feeling they were up to something sinister. It was a gut instinct, something deep down inside him, but he had learned to trust those instincts ever since they'd helped him escape from a mind-controlling cult. He had the same feeling he was being manipulated and lied to as he had in those days.

A shrill scream suddenly pierced the air. It was a woman's voice, sounded as if she were being tortured. He got up and ran in the general direction of the voice, but it stopped. Then it shrieked again, coming from a large tree on the other side of the park.

Jeff's heart was pounding. As he neared the screaming voice, he could make out a man and woman rolling in the grass. He moved in closer, careful to be quiet.

The man had the woman pinned to the ground. He was holding both of her arms above her head with his left hand, and attempting to pull down his pants with the other. Her skirt was above her waist, revealing torn nylons. She was squirming, screaming, and biting her attacker. Every now and again, the man would curse and slap the woman in the face or punch her in the stomach.

Jeff's mouth went dry. He had always wondered what he would do in a situation like this--what kind of hero, if any, he would be. He still didn't know. "Hey," he croaked lamely. "Stop that."

The man stopped moving momentarily, as if unsure he'd heard anything, then continued his assault.

Jeff cleared his throat. "Stop that!"

This time the man whirled his head around. "Go away, man. I'm just having some fun."

Jeff could hardly believe the indifference in the man's eyes. "You'd better stop or..."

"Or what!" The man got up and spun around, with the woman held tightly in his grip. He flashed a long knife in his left hand; it glinted, reflecting the sunlight. "I intend on doing her a favor. After we have some fun, I'm gonna send her off to the exultation stage. You know, man. Where you go after you die. Guess now I'll have ta do both of you that favor. Like the man sez on TV, ain't no hell, just heaven. And we all go there regardless. I bin wantin ta do something like this fer years, but the fear of the Lord and all you know. My daddy'd pounded that into me since I'z a kid. But now it don't matter. Live and let live. Eat drink and be merry, for tomorrow you die and live forever." The man laughed and looked up to the sky. "Ain't life wonderful? I got me lots'a makin up ta do."

The woman suddenly bolted out of his grip. The man didn't even try chasing her. "Darn. Now look watcha done. Oh, well. Plenty more where that come from." He looked at Jeff. "But you, buddy, are gonna get your exultation papers early." He lunged at Jeff, knife pointed straight at his chest.

Jeff grabbed the man's hand and held it away, as they both fell to the ground in a desperate struggle to see who could stab the other. They rolled over twice before Jeff managed to fully point the knife's direction towards the man. On the third roll, the man moaned, stopped moving, and lay on the ground face down. Jeff stood up and moved several yards away, watching for any signs of life.

He picked up a stone about the size of a baseball and slowly inched nearer until he was a few feet away. When he kicked the man over, Jeff saw the knife sticking out of his chest. He checked for a pulse and breathing, but there wasn't any.

Jeff felt no pity for the man, but he should contact the police. He took a shortcut through the park, and started to walk towards where he had seen the conglomeration of police vehicles.

When he got to main, he saw a mini-war going on. A group of people, young and old alike, were hurling stones and Molotov cocktails at an overturned police car, behind which several officers were hiding for protection. In front of the overturned car, rows of police were wearing riot gear, but instead of shooting tear gas, they blasted what appeared to be rapid-fire flashes of light, which looked like laser beams. Every time a light bullet hit a rioter, he fell to the ground. Then some other men in gray uniforms would come and load the bodies into a paddy wagon.

The unveiling was quite a shock, but Jeff could hardly believe the docile town of Star City would start rioting. At least for the moment, the Balazons were acting peacefully, and he had a hard time believing most people were like the rapist he'd killed in the park. Then again, he understood the unbeliever's viewpoint.

Even though he called himself an atheist, he felt constrained by an inner sense of right and wrong. If he were convinced his feelings were merely due to a conscience-bubble, there were no objective standards for good and evil, and he could live forever regardless of his present behavior, he might like to experiment with his wild side too.

Jeff flinched with the sound of a nearby explosion and ducked behind the nearest building he could find, a hardware store. He periodically peaked around the corner to view the action, quickly hiding again when it appeared as if someone might spot him. He started to think he should try to get home safely and call the police from there, but his house was straight through the fighting. Then there was the tempting possibility he could go in the opposite direction, to the police station. It was a greater distance, but at least it was clear.

Jeff opted for what he thought was the safest route. He'd almost made it to the station when he was confronted by a gang of middle-aged men and women brandishing handguns, rifles, knives, and any other kind of weapon they could carry. Jeff guessed the crowd of malcontents numbered at least two dozen.

"Whose side are you on?" a big man who looked like their leader asked. "Those marauding aliens or us humans?"

Jeff sensed that he shouldn't respond indecisively or claim neutrality. "Of course I'm on the humans' side. Who do you think I am?"

"Just checking." The man eyed Jeff suspiciously. "It's hard to be sure these days, with our own government selling us down the tubes and all." He reached into his side pocket, pulled out a gun, and offered it to Jeff. "You won't mind fighting with us then?" It was less of a question, more of a command.

"I'm afraid I can't. I'm going home to get my own Colt forty-five; I don't feel right taking a gun somebody else could use, especially when I have my own at home waiting."

The leader cocked his left eyebrow and looked at Jeff a little less suspiciously than before. "Well, when you get it, meet us on main for the showdown. We're not going down without a fight."

Jeff noticed movement within the crowd. A forty something aged woman slithered through the crowd, a snake winding its way to the front looking for prey. Her hair was frizzy and she took position beside her leader like a loyal guard dog. Her back arched up slightly like a cobra ready to strike. "He's one of them," she hissed. "Demon!" Her head lunged forward again and again, as she repeated the venomous word, sinking fear into Jeff with each bite, as he imagined she might leap on him at any moment. "Demon, demon!"

The leader raised his arm and blocked the woman's plunges. "Now, now, Bertha" he said. "Calm down. I know a human when I see one. You can tell from the eyes. I trust him. This one is on our side." The woman hissed again but backed up slightly. "Go home and get your gun, Sir. Meet us on main when you have it."

Jeff nodded curtly and walked away as quickly as he could.

After that little run-in Jeff changed his mind about going to the police station and headed home as discreetly as he could, using back-alleys to cover himself, even grabbed a long metal pipe from a garbage can and carried it with him for protection.

Things continued to deteriorate. It seemed as if everyone in Star City were leaving their homes and protesting the Balazons' presence. He heard various shouts of anger against alien interference, trickery, government sellouts, and even a few more demon slurs. Many others were shouting for no reason at all--destroying property and looting for fun, since morals were but a concept of the mind.

Jeff almost made it home when a band of malcontents rushed into his alley; police cars soon closed off both ends. Almost immediately, a barrage of light rained down on their heads, and bodies began to drop. Jeff tried to duck behind some garbage cans but a bolt of light struck him. Every inch of his body started to tingle. Then he lost consciousness.

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Chapter 6:

Dennis (redpilloftruth.com) — Fri, 11 Aug 2023 17:26:40 GMT

The police lined the streets on all sides, also paddy wagons, and what looked like the army. And all of them carried long futuristic looking shoulder rifles, which looked like ray guns from a bad science fiction movie. Jeff stopped his car and asked a police officer why they were out in force.

"We're a precaution. In case things get out of hand."

"Does this have something to do with the Balazons?"

The cop nodded his head. "Don't worry, sir. We've been prepared for the worst. Best thing for you is to get home and stay home. Things might be getting ugly soon." Jeff didn't pry further. The officer's look demanded he move on.

Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, Jeff drove the last few blocks as quickly as possible. When he got home, he cautiously opened the door to his house and peered inside. Valerie was talking to someone. He entered the living room and saw one of them.

Jeff pointed his finger and started to say, "I want you out," but stopped mid-sentence. He stared at the creature, dumbfounded for a short time. There could be no mistake.

"Hi, Monica," he said casually, as if he had expected to see her.

"Monica is not my true name. I am Acin-om."

After a short pause he said, "I've already heard Khur-ak's explanations. I've thought about it a lot and come to the conclusion it's all a bunch of crap. I don't know what game you things are playing, but I know danger when I see it. Go away and leave us alone."

"It's too late for that, Jeff," Acin-om said. "We must make the best of the situation. You may not wish to accept us, but others will."

"What do you things really want? What's your hidden agenda? If all this stuff about conscience-bubbles is true, take mine out and let's see if I revert into a caveman. I dare you. You can't because it's not true."

"The effect of doing such a thing before you are ready would be disastrous. Besides, once we have implanted it, only the individual can remove it."

"I don't believe you. I don't think you have the power to do the things you say. Do some miracles. Rise up my dead grandmother."

"We can't reanimate a dead person once their essence has been deposited into a host body."

"Oh, convenient excuse."

"Give me another test," Acin-om said.

"Why not make wine out of water." Jeff ran to the kitchen and came back with a glass half full. He handed it to Acin-om and it turned red.

"Drink it," she said.

Jeff did; it was indeed wine. He threw the glass across the room, staining the wall on impact. "I don't care about your parlor tricks! I don't trust you."

"I have the power to heal as well," Acin-om said and pointed at Jeff's injured shoulder, the mere reminder initiating a stab sensation that seemed to travel along his collar bone to the base of his neck.

It was then that Valerie noticed it too. "What happened?" she asked.

"Nothing. It's a long story." He turned to the Balazon. "Look, while I admit it might be nice to..." He stopped, curious that Acin-om suddenly decided to close her exaggerated eyes in mid-sentence. The alien seemed to be concentrating, as she lifted her long arm and pointed slender fingers in Jeff's direction. Then he noticed the pain was gone.

He tore off the shoulder dressing. Nothing. It was as though he'd never been shot.

"It is my gift to you," Acin-om said and opened her eyes. "I can not take it back."

Jeff sighed. "It doesn't change a thing." It was his heart that needed the miracle, but it wasn't one he thought the Balazons could provide. He went to the kitchen and stared out the window, trying to determine what it would take for him to let go.

When Valerie got up to follow him, Acin-om said, "It will take a while, but he'll come around."

She went over and hugged her husband from behind. "Please try and stay open-minded," she said. "Remember the cult? After that experience, you gave up on all mystical things. I thought you would like the concrete reality of what the Balazons represent. No more ambiguity to deceive you. They're being very direct and open."

There was no response.

Jeff didn't want to admit a part of him did believe, and after the horrible experience he'd had with the cult, he had totally given up on religion. It had been very difficult for Jeff to come to the realization that he was being lied to and manipulated by the religious group, and he couldn't shake the same sinister feelings he was receiving now about the Balazons. The aliens were lying and manipulating mankind. Jeff might not be able to prove it, but he could feel it, almost as clearly as he could feel the rough scar tissue that had healed over his own flame scarred forearm. He rubbed the area, raised and callous, something he liked to do when he needed a reminder to think for himself instead of following anyone else, human, alien, God...whoever.

Khur-ak was the cult leader and the rest of the aliens were his blind obedient followers, spinning their deceptive lies for some evil manipulative reason. The aliens would show their true colors eventually. The cult leader had also been slow to reveal his true evil nature but eventually it happened. He'd been down this road before, a road of light that seemed so deceptively right, but led to disaster. The only difference now was that the fancy Bible talk was coming from aliens that actually had some power to back up their claims with miracles.

But even if Jeff could dismiss the cultic overlay he was imagining on the Balazons, after the terrifying things the aliens had done to him, he didn't know if he could open up to them. They seemed so powerful after all. He could only shudder to imagine what else they might do to him if he let his mental guard down for a moment.

Jeff went back into the living room and sat down. Valerie followed him. "I was attacked today by a longtime customer of my store. Did Xsalma's followers take over his body?" he asked. "Wouldn't it have been more efficient to simply create a body, such as the one you made for yourself, and try to terrorize or kill me with that?"

Acin-om closed her eyes for several seconds, concentrated, and changed shape to become Monica. "To do this requires more mental energy than simply taking over a human host; they needed all they could to muster a proper attack. Besides, there is more terror in being inexplicably attacked by those you know."

Jeff's facial grimace conceded to Acin-om's statement. He remembered how horribly shaken he had been. "I don't claim to know everything, but I do know you creatures aren't as altruistic as you claim. Surely you don't need to resort to lying, deception, terrorism, and murder to help us poor earthlings out of our primitive condition. That makes you no better than us. If that's your idea of help, I'd rather not have any."

"You are presently incapable of comprehending our motives. Someday, if you become like us, you will understand."

"I understand better than you realize. Valerie, have you ever seen the movie 'V'?" Jeff stared at Acin-om. "It stands for Visitors. In it, aliens land on earth claiming to be friends, but in the end it turns out they need humans for food."

"Oh, Jeff," Valerie said. "Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

"No more ridiculous than what she's told me so far." He continued to stare at the Balazon, searching for some type of reaction, acknowledgment perhaps.

Acin-om started to say something, but then stopped. Jeff continued to vent his feelings.

"How do I know this isn't so?" he asked.

"I suppose you don't. You'll have to trust us."

"No way. I'm going to call my friend Brian. I'm sure he'll want to interview me for his TV show. I'll tell the viewers about your assaults on me. We humans aren't as stupid as you think, Acin-om. When people like me start telling their stories, you'll see how determined and unified we can be at opposing evil beings like you."

Valerie sighed. "That's exactly what Xsalma and his followers were trying to do. Sow fear and mistrust so Khur-ak wouldn't unveil. Don't let some misguided aliens manipulate you like that, Jeff. Listen to Acin-om. I think you will find everything the Balazons have done up until now very logical and well thought out. They had no choice but to do the things they did."

"No way", Jeff said. "I'll never trust them."

"If enough people think like you, humans will automatically be condemned to extinction," Acin-om said. "You need our help to survive."

"We don't need anything from you. How do we know you're not lying to us again for some twisted reason? I may not be a genius but I trust my instincts."

"We are here to help humans, Jeff. The choice you and everybody on this planet must make is whether or not to accept that."

"I can't." Jeff turned to his wife, a sour look on his face. "What did they do to you to make you so agreeable? Did they take over your mind and body too?"

"Oh, Jeff," she said. "We must listen to them, or all dreams of immortality will be lost."

"I don't care," Jeff said. "Being mortal, maybe that's a good thing. At least I'd have a chance of dying a natural death instead of whatever these things have in store for me. Living forever would become boring."

"Be honest with yourself," Acin-om said. "Your own feelings reveal death is unwelcome. Search your heart and you will see the conscience-bubble is holding out the possibility of eternal life to you."

"I've got good reason not to trust your kind."

"You've got a point, Jeff. I'm terribly sorry about what happened. But if most of the people on earth think as you do, there will be little we can do for humanity."

If only Valerie could have experienced the full horror he'd gone through, she might understand. "I think I've heard enough," Jeff said. "I don't want to be here right now." He got up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Valerie asked.

"Out for some fresh air. Don't worry I'll be back." He would be back all right, back after contemplating what he should do next and fearing what that might be. He wasn't much of a fighter, but if he felt his life and family was in jeopardy, he would have to do something.

He quickly grabbed his coat and went outside. Neither Valerie nor Acin-om tried stopping or following him.

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Chapter 5:

Dennis (redpilloftruth.com) — Tue, 01 Aug 2023 22:48:17 GMT

Valerie was fast becoming convinced of Acin-om's sincerity. One of the biggest barriers to her own acceptance of the Balazons had been understanding the reasons why the aliens attacked her husband and others, and why the aliens had caused the disappearance of so many people. Now that she understood the details about Xsalma's motivations, her apprehension was beginning to melt away like butter on warm toast. However, when she looked at Stephanie, she saw a little girl who seemed frightened. Valerie reached for her daughter's hand, held it, and smiled comfortingly at her.

Stephanie was rigid.

"Would we really have destroyed ourselves in a nuclear world war three without your help?" Nick asked.

"We think so," Acin-om said. "Our forecasts aren't perfect, as the future is always changing and hard to predict, but the odds didn't look good. Now that we are out in the open, we can do more to help mankind, but if the world rejects our aid and forces us to leave, the odds won't be much better than to have just let the nuclear war go forward."

"Why would anyone want you to leave?" Nick asked.

"Some people will not trust us," Acin-om said. "Many fear what they don't understand."

Nick shrugged his shoulders indifferently as if to say he didn't care what other small minded people did. Then a new thought seemed to hit him, and he said excitedly, "You mentioned something earlier about not being male or female. Then why do you look like a female?"

"Before I entered the exultation stage I, too, was a simple physical creature such as you. In that primitive form, I was a female. When one changes from mortal to immortal, one retains some of the external characteristics of their former life."

"Wow," Nick said slowly. "It must be wonderful."

"How long has mankind been in the dark stage?" Valerie asked.

"Since shortly after humans reached sentient status--approximately six thousand years ago."

"How long does it last?" Valerie asked.

"Millions of years."

"Oh," Valerie said and looked again towards her daughter, noticing a more frazzled look than before; no mere hand holding would suffice this time. She reached over and pulled her daughter in close. "What's wrong, sweetheart? You haven't said anything the whole time. There's no need to be afraid. Ask Acin-om any questions you wish--it's like having God in your living room. Anything you could possibly desire to know, she will have the answer."

Valerie looked at Acin-om and said," I hope you don't mind if I call you by a female pronoun. I know it's not totally accurate, but that's how I see you."

"Not at all," Acin-om said.

"She's not God!" Stephanie said, pointing an accusing finger at the alien. She looked up at her mom. "What about all those Sunday school lessons? What about everything I've been taught? You told me we were going to live forever in heaven when we died. How do I know what's true anymore!?"

Valerie thought about this carefully for several seconds, understanding and regretting the disservice she may have done her children by not expressing her own doubts about religion a little more forcefully as they were growing up. She felt guilt start to creep over her, but forced it back with the fact Nick had turned out different. He seemed to adjust instantly to the Balazons' presence, so it couldn't be all her fault.

Nick had never cared much about religion. He seemed to emulate some of Valerie's skepticism. He used to tease Stephanie with some of the difficult philosophical questions like how it doesn't make sense that a loving God would torture people in hell forever. It just seemed to make Stephanie stronger in the end though. She developed a good relationship with her youth pastor, who helped ground her with answers to these difficult questions. It wasn't long before Stephanie could skillfully defend herself against Nick's attacks and quote more of the Bible than either one of them.

"Give it up, sis," Nick said. "Reality is sitting right in front of you. We can finally get some intelligent answers to the really big questions of life without having to listen to you quote scripture all the time."

Stephanie's face visibly soured, but she ignored Nick's insult. "How can you be the perfect God that I worship?" Stephanie asked. "You admit to making mistakes and Xsalma started a rebellion of sorts. That is not my idea of perfection."

"It depends on how one perceives 'perfect'," Acin-om said. "Yes our kind makes mistakes and has conflicts occasionally, but our motivations and heart attitudes are pure love: that is perfection. We don't have to be motivated by ideas of rewards and punishments, but are self-motivated by love always, even if we disagree sometimes on how best to express it. It will always be difficult for you to fully comprehend our existence until you share it. It is pure joy, but you must experience it to fully understand."

"Yeah, Stephanie's idea of perfect is primitive and influenced by religious dogma," Nick said. "Your conscience-bubble mind implant has done a really good job brainwashing her."

"It affects you too, Nick. You are just not consciously aware of it. It exerts a very subtle yet powerful effect on every human being, mostly on a deep subconscious level. You have to understand that the conscience-bubble broadcasts a certain standard message to every person's mind, but we have to inject specific messages into each individual's thoughts to optimize influence over that person's actions. We've known everyone intimately who has ever lived, and we have always customized our hidden interactions with people on an individual basis to moderate their actions."

Nick's left eyebrow crocked into an inquisitive gesture. "Give us an example of how you might use these techniques to prevent a rapist from hurting someone."

"Well, we can't always prevent it because people choose to go against our influence all the time. It pains us to see you hurt one another, and we feel terrible manipulating people, but we mostly have to let bad things happen for the greater good of the survival of your species. But to answer your question, we would typically try to induce fear of temporal consequences like getting caught and going to jail. This is the conscious influence. Then we would subliminally suggest to his subconscious that if he can be brought to justice in this life, it follows that God will justly punish him in the afterlife, and therefore he is in danger of eternal damnation. If he's familiar with the Bible, we'll try to use hellfire verses to enhance this fear of punishment. Then we might try to instill a reward thought to the subconscious by suggesting developing a consensual love relationship instead, and that this good behavior would produce more happiness in this life and lead to obtaining the reward of eternal life in heaven. We can do all this almost instantaneously, and you sense our influence more on an instinctive and intuitive level."

Nick's lower jaw dropped open and his eyes widened, as he shook his head. "I'm beginning to understand the depth of the mind-fuck you guys have been putting over on humanity for thousands of years."

"I'm not sure I approve either," Valerie said. "And watch the foul language, mister, or I'll take your video games away for a week."

"Fine," Nick said. "But then I'll just point out that you have no right to object to the Balazons. Threatening to take away my video game system is no different than what the Balazons do. You're using the same primitive reward and punishment techniques to manipulate my actions."

Suddenly Valerie felt as if Nick's words were a baseball bat and he'd just reached over and smacked her upside the head. He was right! What a terrible mother she must be to manipulate her son and interfere with his freedom of speech. She felt her face flush and her cheeks got hot, and she felt as if something like a hot dagger stabbed her mind. She felt terribly guilty, just terribly so.

Wait a minute. All parents have to set limits and teach right from wrong. She had punished Nick in much more severe ways over the years. This shouldn't bother her so much. She pushed the thought away as ridiculous, and suddenly felt normal, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "Hey, what just happened to me? You made me feel guilty, didn't you?"

Acin-om nodded. "Yes, I intensified my influence, just to give a demonstration of how we use the implant."

"I felt terrible too," Nick said, "for swearing and back talking. But then it went away."

"Notice how you both rejected the thoughts," Acin-om said. "I quickly pushed your consciousnesses to the limit so you would instinctively push back and reject the thoughts. I wanted to show you how we can only exert influence. You make all your own choices. Your own strong opinions and emotions often negate our efforts. But we still try to do the best we can."

Valerie frowned. She was annoyed. This felt like a type of mental rape, a violation of her most private inner thoughts.

"I'm sorry if you feel violated," Acin-om said. "But I know you understand our good intentions."

Valerie suddenly felt embarrassed, as she realized Acin-om was monitoring her every thought. But this kind of thing had been going on her whole life anyway, and she never knew it. There was no use trying to hide, and no use feeling ashamed about the reality that just was. Nonetheless, she couldn't help feeling exposed and naked, and like she couldn't trust her thinking now, as there was no way to really know which thoughts were exclusively her own anymore. "Are you influencing me even now to accept the things you are saying?"

"Of course, we love the entire human race and will always, in love, continue to do everything we can to help you. We make no apologies for that. The only difference between what we were doing yesterday, and what we are doing today, is that we are now visibly showing ourselves and plainly explaining all the reasons behind our mysterious workings with you humans."

Valerie thought again of her own methods in raising her kids over the years. She loved them dearly and did her best for them always, which entailed some encouragement and rewards for good behavior at times, and many instances of threats of punishment or actual disciplining. At times, her own children had accused her of trying to control them too much. She had felt so hurt that her own children had viewed her actions as manipulation, devoid of any love. But they had eventually matured enough to understand, and she hoped the same would prove true for humanity.

Raising children was not easy at all, and she realized in a deeper way now how the whole human race was evolutionary children to these beings. She totally understood now how love was motivating the Balazons to do anything and everything they could, even seemingly manipulative mind games, to ensure the survival of their "children", the entire human race. She would expect no less commitment from herself or any good parent.

"Then we're just like animals!" Stephanie suddenly said, voice quaking and almost breaking out into a sob. Valerie could tell from the tone of Stephanie's voice that her resistance was fading. "There's no God, no heaven. When we die, we just die. Never to think or feel again!"

Acin-om leaned forward and reached out a long skinny hand to Stephanie. "It's not as bad as you think, dear child. Take my hand and I will telepathically project images into your mind of what might be. I think you will be pleasantly surprised."

Stephanie recoiled with disgust and fell out of her mother's arms. "Stay away from me! Don't touch me! Don't even come near me!"

Stephanie picked herself up as Acin-om moved in closer, ignoring her commands. With the fierce determination of a child refusing to give up her belief in Santa Claus or the Easter bunny once she had learned the truth, she ran past Acin-om and bolted for the front door of the house.

She was halfway down the main hall when Valerie stood up to chase her. "Stephanie! Get back here this minute!" Valerie almost added, "And apologize to Acin-om," but stopped herself. That would be expecting too much, too soon. If she could just get Stephanie to listen, it would be enough.

Stephanie was blindly hurtling for the door. It seemed as if she was choking on the thick air of shattered dreams and to breathe a whiff of the outdoors might revive her. Her single-minded obsession drove her forward without thinking, brain apparently incapable of handling its own struggles and coordinating movement at the same time, for she tripped at the top of the stairs.

"Oh God!" Valerie said with alarm, and then realized the irony. It almost sounded as if she were praying to a being she no longer believed even existed. She witnessed her daughter fall headfirst down the long flight of stairs, several feet away from being able to pull her to safety. Valerie lost sight of her for several seconds, but thumping noises filled her mind with horrible images. She reached the top of the stairs in time to see Stephanie crack her head on the hard unforgiving linoleum floor. She was powerless to do anything except stand there.

"Oh my God!" she said again as she raised her hands to her cheeks and felt them hot against the palms of her hands.

Valerie ran down the stairs. Stephanie was out cold, and her head had a huge bloody gash on the side. She didn't try to move her, but felt for an evasive pulse which, once found, was frighteningly low. Valerie looked up at Nick at the top of the stairs. Acin-om was beside him.

"Call an ambulance," she said.

Nick, wide-eyed and unable to move for several seconds, eventually nodded his head in agreement and started for the kitchen phone. Acin-om held out her skinny arm and blocked Nick's progress. As Nick looked up with eyes that asked for an explanation, Acin-om gently shook her head.

"There is no need," she said calmly.

"What do you mean?" Nick asked.

Acin-om didn't reply, instead went downstairs and knelt at Stephanie's side. Valerie didn't say anything, but watched in amazement. Acin-om rested her hands on Stephanie's head, closed her huge alien eyes, and tilted her narrow bald head up to the ceiling. Soon Stephanie's gash disappeared from her head and reappeared on the same spot on Acin-om. The Balazon winced for a few seconds as if in pain, and the gash disappeared from her own narrow head as well.

"Stephanie will be all right in a few hours," she said. "She needs to rest now."

Valerie checked her daughter's pulse again. This time it was strong and healthy. She thanked Acin-om profusely as she picked up Stephanie in her loving arms, took her upstairs to her bedroom, and tucked her under the quilt. Valerie spent a few minutes holding Stephanie's hand and stroking her hair, thinking how grateful she was to Acin-om for the miracle healing but worrying about how she could help Stephanie upon awakening.

When Valerie finally came back downstairs, Acin-om and Nick were sitting on the couch. The alien said, "I was just telling your son about the very thing I had planned on telepathically communicating to Stephanie before she ran off. I was explaining that no humans born since sentient status have ever really died. They physically die of course, but we preserve their essences, storing them inside other humans." Acin-om looked at Valerie hopefully, as if unsure of how Valerie might react.

"Reincarnation," she said slowly, fascinated at the mere idea, and sat across in the love seat.

"Not quite," Acin-om said. "At the moment of death, an individual's basic essence--their spirit, or soul if you will--is released into the atmosphere, where it's drawn to the strongest natural radiation source, the sun. If allowed to reach there, it would quickly burn up, except 1 we have this entire planet encased in an invisible containment shield. A team of Balazons is solely dedicated to collecting these souls and depositing them in host bodies.

"You see, though we are very powerful, there are certain things we cannot do: we cannot create higher forms of self-conscious life. That is something the universal force of nature must do over a slow process of millions of years, but we can preserve life's higher essence once it has sprung forth. Perhaps now you can understand a little better how Xsalma's misplaced love for humanity drove him to do what he did. He knew a few deaths now would make no difference in the end, for everyone is really alive."

Nick said, "That's also why some have had near death experiences."

Acin-om nodded. "To humans, death resembles being pulled through a tunnel towards a bright light. In the past, we sometimes deposited people back into the same physical body they had come from so they could come 'back from the dead' and reinforce the belief in an afterlife to others. But for those allowed to completely expire, we immediately deposit their human essence into another person. Anyone will do. We have found similar species' essences are so compatible that one human could potentially hold trillions of individuals."

"Then why don't I remember those past lives," Valerie asked, bewildered.

"You don't fully understand," Acin-om said patiently, as if she were a teacher explaining a difficult concept to a student. "Every human is a distinct and separate individual, but he or she can also serve as a storage tank, so to speak, for many more individuals. The dead are dormant, lifeless, and unconscious inside their human hosts. You won't even be aware they're there."

"Unless you hypnotize yourself," Nick added.

"True. Sometimes, in a deeply relaxed or meditative state, one can reach inside their mind and vicariously live the experiences of the other individuals inside them, but mostly they lie dormant until the exultation stage. As humans evolve to become like us, the many individuals within also evolve, eventually emerging to become many separate exultation entities. If even one human can be alive at the moment the transformation takes place, that human will contain more than enough storage space to birth every human born since sentient status. Think of it. One single human being, an egg if you will, bursting forth to release untold trillions of life forms.

"Once you die, this transformation will seem to take place immediately. You won't be aware of the passing of time, even billions of years, while you are dead. So from your perspective, you will indeed 'go to heaven' immediately after you physically die. Your next conscious awareness will be as if you have just awakened from a restful sleep to a new and wonderful life. For instance, the baser side of your human nature--the so-called evil side of hate, lust, selfishness, desire for power and the like--will no longer influence you, but you will be full of love, joy, peace and contentment. And you will desire, like us, to help other races in the universe attain the same ultimate potential you will have achieved."

"That's so wonderful," Valerie said. "So everybody goes to 'heaven' in the end, regardless of anything 'good' or 'evil' they have done."

"Well, yes and no," Acin-om said. "There is still a danger. We've seen it happen on other planets before, even after a fairly successful unveiling. This revelation does not positively motivate everyone, but rather some become emboldened to start actively resisting their conscience-bubbles because they no longer fear death. They choose to live lives of selfish, passionate, hedonism, which can eventually destroy the implant. Over time, this attitude slowly spreads to others, who do likewise. And the more we try to reassert influence and control over people, the more resentment and rebellion against us grows. Eventually, we are totally rejected and have no choice but to abandon the planet. Left to your own devices and without the implant, self-extinction usually soon follows. Of course, if this happens, then nobody is going to 'heaven'. Everything is a delicate balancing act, and we cannot do it without your support. We need your help in order to help you."

Acin-om took a deep breath and motioned with her hands, as if she were gearing up to tackle another difficult subject. She started a sentence, stopped as if searching for the words to communicate, and then started again. "You asked me earlier why anyone would want us to leave. In addition to the dangers I've already outlined, what happened with Stephanie is a graphic answer to that question. Many humans find it difficult to give up their belief systems in favor of new understanding and will bitterly oppose us, even to their deaths, all in the name of religion. Religions we, ourselves, had inspired as a temporary preserving influence until full knowledge could be openly shared."

Valerie nodded. "I believe it." When she thought of the horrible wars and atrocities done through the centuries in the name of religion, she knew the Balazon spoke the truth. Fanaticism would always be alive and well on planet earth. All she could do was choose to react positively and hope enough others would do the same. She wondered how her husband would react when he found out.

Jeff!

She suddenly looked at her watch and realized it was almost six. She leapt from the love seat and raced for the kitchen phone. "I think I'd better call the police," she said. "Jeff should have been home by now."

Acin-om immediately jumped up and followed behind. By the time Valerie had grabbed the handset, Acin-om gently reached over, took it from her hand, and hung it up.

"I already know where he is," Acin-om said. "After Xsalma's people attacked him last, I sent him to Darryl's place for help. Jeff is fine and will be home shortly."

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Chapter 4:

Dennis (redpilloftruth.com) — Mon, 24 Jul 2023 23:19:58 GMT

Jeff tore off another piece of his shirt to replace the one already stained completely red with blood. He dropped the crimson rag to the ground and put the fresh one on his left shoulder, wincing with the sharp pain but holding it tightly to stop the bleeding, wondering how he could have been so careless. Societal programmed respect for authority, he supposed. If Monica hadn't helped him, he never would have known that they weren't who they claimed to be.

He forced his reluctant feet to walk the final steps to his destination, a dark blue house at the end of Mulberry Street. He was very tired; head spinning, needed to sit down. Darryl had better be home. He rang the doorbell and waited.

It opened to reveal a man with broad shoulders, about three inches shorter than Jeff, dark hair and mustache. "Oh my God!" Darryl shouted, eyes wide with surprise. He immediately led Jeff inside to sit on the couch. "What happened to you?"

"I don't understand it all myself, but it has something to do with the disappearance of all those people."

Darryl ran into the kitchen and came back with a white box. He quickly took out a disinfectant bottle, scissors, and opened a package of gauze pads. "Looks like the bullet went clean through the muscle. All I can do is bandage you up."

Jeff nodded his approval.

"So tell me how it happened," Darryl said.

"I was driving home for the special telecast when a black car forced me over to the side of the road. Two guys in black suits jumped out and flashed badges in my face. Claimed to be FBI agents. They tried to get me into their car but I knew something was up and bolted. They shot me."

Jeff didn't bother to add that a mysterious woman named Monica was in that same car and alerted him to the danger of the situation, or that she used her supernatural powers to help him earlier at the pharmacy. He didn't dare mention that the supposed FBI agents had transformed into some sort of light beings right before his eyes, and attacked him. Darryl would probably think he was crazy, and Jeff wasn't entirely certain he would be far off there. But it had happened!

The last thing he remembered seeing was Monica battling the two supposed FBI agents, who now appeared like alien beings, with something like a sword but it glowed yellow like the sun. Then Monica had just waved her hand and somehow Jeff found himself within several blocks of Darryl's place, a friend who worked for the ambulance service. He had been confused and disoriented, and when he checked his watch, Jeff noticed that time had seemed to jump ahead several hours past the special telecast time. He had no recollection of what might have happened during the missing time, or even if he was missing time. Perhaps Monica's transportation "magic" just produced a side effect of pushing one forward in time.

"I know it sounds crazy," Jeff said, "but this is the second time today I've been attacked for no reason. Why, a customer I've known for years just suddenly turned on me. It just doesn't make any sense!"

"Yes is does, Jeff. The Balazons have explained all that."

"What do you mean?"

"You have to hear it for yourself." Within a few minutes, Darryl had finished bandaging Jeff's shoulder and said, "Come downstairs. I'll show you."

Darryl led the way downstairs, but by the time they reached the last step, Jeff's heart started to pound with the fear of not knowing what to expect next. Darryl sat down but Jeff stood at the last step and didn't move.

The man talking on the TV called himself Khur-ak and claimed to be an alien. He said his kind were the "gods" humans had always worshipped. Every so often, he would pause and invite viewers to ask a Balazon representative to appear. Jeff reluctantly sat down beside Darryl, and despite himself, became engrossed in the words of explanation from Khur-ak. He lost track of time until Darryl jarred him back to reality with a foolish suggestion.

"I'd like to ask one of their representatives to appear. I was about to do it when you rang my doorbell."

"Don't," Jeff said. "They're killers."

"But it wasn't malicious. You'll understand after you hear it for yourself. Here, I'll rewind it for you." Darryl pushed a button on his satellite remote control, and the picture started to reverse rapidly. Darryl had a later model digital video recorder satellite system that automatically taped live broadcasts, but it didn't mark specific start points and had to be manually rewound. "It was about an hour ago, so here should be good." Darryl hit play again. Khur-ak was talking about a Balazon named Xsalma. "Here's where he talks about why people vanished and others were attacked."

Jeff listened intently for the next few minutes.

Of course. It made perfect sense. He had nothing to fear from the Balazons and should be welcoming them with open arms. But he couldn't shake the fear. The fancy explanations the aliens were spinning to justify their immoral behavior brought back memories of the kind of explanations his cult leader had used to rationalize abusing Jeff so many years ago.

Jeff stared questioningly into a distant nothing, rubbing and occasionally clenching his flame--scarred forearm, scarred with the remnants of self-inflicted punishment. The pain his past cultic rituals had caused him reached a depth far greater than his cold appearance portrayed, and he felt his facial muscles tense and harden as he remembered the past.

It had been more than ten years earlier that Jeff had first believed in God. He had read books about God before, thought about Him occasionally, but usually ignored such things. However something, or someone, kept pulling him back, and he would occasionally read a Christian book, the Bible, or watch a gospel TV program.

Some of the preachers on TV seemed so phony to him back then, and many were. "Oh...oh...I feel God talking to me right now!" they would say. "His Holy Spirit is telling me to tell you to call in to the prayer counselors for your healing, whether it be physical, financial, or emotional. God has got a miracle waiting for you!" Usually by this time they would be pounding their fists and screaming into the camera, but they would get very serious when they started to talk again.

"And when you call or write, don't forget to make a $100 gift or more on your favorite credit card. We take checks; however, we will withhold miracles until your money is in our account. If you want any of our tapes or books, send $1000 for each one to our ministry at the address on your screen. We need your help to stay on the air so we can keep begging you for money. After all, I have many expenses such as my mansion and acreage just outside town, my Rolls Royce, Ferrari, and Jaguar, all my household servants, my wife's extravagant clothing bills, my private jet... and remember God loves you, but we don't: we want your money."

Of course they never actually said that, but Jeff was intelligent enough to read between the lines. Even so, before they made their pitch for money, they would usually talk about sin and the necessity of repentance. Some of the things they said would convict Jeff deeply, even though they were obvious phonies. But mostly he ignored any inclinations to believe in God--until the day he read a Christian book.

Jeff didn't remember the author, the title, or even much of the contents, but he did remember one particular analogy. The author explained the limitless intricacies of a car: spark plugs, distributor cap, radiator, pistons, cylinders, carburetor, and the delicate interplay of these parts with the oil, fuel lines, and electrical wires. Then he described the complex intricacies of the human body: heart, lungs, brain, kidneys, liver, pancreas, and the delicate interplay of these organs with the blood vessels, capillaries, and neurons.

The author asked his readers to consider the vast amount of human effort and intelligence that went into the planning and construction of a car. Next the author asked some penetrating questions. How much more awesome and intricate was the technological marvel of the human body? How much greater was the intelligence of the Being who constructed man? Could there be any doubt a Creator existed? There was no longer any doubt in Jeff's mind.

The only question Jeff wanted answered was what kind of Creator He, or She, or it was. He'd read further, understood and accepted Jesus Christ's sacrifice on a cross for his sins, and had started an earnest search for knowledge about his Maker. He read the Bible hungrily in those days. Every word was like food and water for his malnourished soul, and he desired others to eat and drink the same sweet fulfillment he experienced daily. Life had been so much simpler back then. Things had been black or white, right or wrong. One either did things the way Jeff believed God wanted them done or one didn't do anything at all. There could be no compromise.

Jeff's spiritual hunger led him to become involved with a group claiming to have all the answers. They seemed so knowledgeable and wonderful at first, especially the leader, so kind and loving and accepting, an affirming presence Jeff had never had when growing up. Jeff came to think of the leader as the father he had never had. His real dad was an alcoholic, and a cold, angry, and distant man, who used to beat him regularly. He got addicted to the emotional love high from the group and figured they must definitely be the "one true faith". However, eventually, it slowly got to the point where if Jeff disagreed with them--especially their illustrious leader, godlier than the Creator Himself--it was obviously satanic influence and he had to repent or risk the loss of salvation and face eternal damnation. The leader's patience started to wane and Jeff learned it was psychologically safer to acquiesce.

Over time, the leader somehow gradually become his "dad", cold and distant, verbally and emotionally abusive, but by then Jeff was hooked. He had as much difficulty setting boundaries with the leader as he had had with his dad when growing up. In later years, Jeff's counselor helped him understand that the reason he had been susceptible to the cult was that Jeff had come to associate the leader with his father. The same childhood fear Jeff had of abuse and beatings were psychologically transferred to the leader, but now magnified by the deep seated fear that somehow the leader had the power to hurt him with eternal damnation. No wonder he was afraid; he obeyed every command...for a while anyway.

Jeff later learned the definition of their type of organization: cult. In those days, the group brainwashed him to walk, talk, breathe, witness, sleep, and think like the rest of the group. The leader did not allow him to watch TV, to listen to the radio, drink alcohol, take any kind of medication, eat meat, or observe traditional holidays such as Easter and Christmas--the list of strict arbitrary rules and regulations was virtually endless. The only literature he was allowed to read was that which dealt with the teachings of the group. He gave the cult his money, possessions, time, and energy. He gave himself totally over to "God" and completely ignored the small voice in his mind that said, ever so softly, No.

The small voice was Satanic! He would not yield! He would stand steadfastly and resist faithfully! However, the small voice would not stop. The voice said it was the truth and begged to be listened to.

Concerned friends and family tried to help him regain his sense of identity. Jeff had been warned of them. "Satan has blinded the hearts and minds of everyone but us," the leader told him. "Don't let family and friends deceive you!"

Valerie was violently opposed to the cult. To his new-found friends, it was obvious a demon possessed her. He was instructed he would have to leave his family or risk eternal damnation. This edict was too much. He loved his family dearly and couldn't bear to leave them, so refused to do so. The leader had seemed surprised at Jeff's stance, the first time Jeff had really showed some backbone against the man. Then things really got strange.

The leader showed Jeff a secret interpretation of the scriptures that "proved" the only other option was to undergo a painful ritual to ensure his own and his family's salvation. A little physical pain Jeff figured he could endure, but leaving his family was out of the question. So he went along. The ritual was long and grueling, involving physical endurance tests, cutting himself, group sex with several female cult members, and burning his forearm with a torch. The cuts had long since healed but the scarred forearm was Jeff's constant reminder to always think for himself in the future. The leader periodically kept pressuring Jeff to leave his family, and repeated the ritual upon Jeff's refusal, each incident bringing Jeff closer to the now obvious conclusion: the guy was crazy.

Jeff almost had a nervous breakdown but eventually faced his fears. Valerie, also a Christian, was free to live as she pleased, and family and friends were free--but he felt he had to obey his religious leader or suffer eternally in hell. His leader was either right or wrong. He had to know the real truth. In later years, Jeff's counselor helped him realize the leader's rituals were attempts to take back power that Jeff was challenging by his refusal to abandon his family.

The real breakthrough came when Jeff confessed the group sex thing to Valerie. Jeff had felt so guilty confessing, but she was totally forgiving and understanding. She had such compassion for what he was going through, and said she would just be glad if she could have him back. He realized again why he loved her so much, and how she reflected more the character of a loving God than the leader ever could. After some more serious self examination and support from Valerie's church friends, Jeff realized he indeed didn't have to blindly obey some human being and left the group. For awhile, he tried instead to just follow his own heart and understanding of the Bible. Over time though, Jeff came to the conclusion that God was just too mysterious for him to ever figure out. He eventually put all this faith stuff out of his mind.

The previous intricacies in creation that seemed to so strongly convince him that God existed were now simply relegated to mysteries everybody had to learn to live with. God would have to appear to Jeff and say, "Touch me, I'm real." Until such time, Jeff determined not to bother torturing his mind with trying to figure out what "God" wanted.

Not long after, Jeff found himself openly making fun of not only Christians, but all faiths. Anyone who believed in a "God" was fair game, including his wife. Fortunately, his wife's Christianity was easy to live with. She didn't even go to church very often. Only occasionally, when teaching their children morals, would she talk about God. If that was the worst she did, Jeff could live with it.

"Let's ask one to appear," Darryl said, breaking Jeff's train of thought by reiterating his most stupid suggestion.

"I've got to get going," Jeff said and stood up. "Thanks for everything but I'm not staying around if you're going to do that. I don't want to talk to one personally."

As Jeff walked up the stairs, he heard Darryl give the invitation. Even with his back turned, a bright flash consumed his vision and he felt a warmth come over him. He resisted the urge to turn around and hurried up the stairs.

"I am Durzak. How may I assist you?" Jeff heard the alien say in a surprisingly human sounding voice.

Jeff closed the basement door. He had much to think about on the way home.

Author's parable explanation(s)

1I reveal more about Jeff’s character and why he is so resistant to the aliens. He represents ALL people who are suspicious of “authority”. There is no real authority, as one flawed human has no legitimate right to give another flawed human orders, under threat of violence if they don’t comply. Period. End of story. Jeff tries to respect everybody, but also suspects everybody, especially “authority”. Jeff daydreams about some of his past, where he has come to understand some of the reasons for his “rebellious” mindset (representing the past of humanity, which has been enslaved by government). But this full understanding comes later in the story.

There are only fictional human authorities, orders, and rights, etc…. but the world is mostly brainwashed to think there would be the traditional form of anarchy without the government to control everybody.2 Rather the opposite. There would be far less suppressed subconscious rage coming out in bad behavior, if people understood government is mind control slavery and the source of almost all human problems. Beyond the simple principle to do no intentional harm, the rest of society should be governed by voluntary agreements.

Most don’t realize voluntarism and the self organizing nature of groups can work just fine for larger group governance. People, if raised right by parents/community, are generally more decent than not, and this CAN work worldwide if evil dictatorial governments (which they all are to various degrees) would get out of the way and let people be free. Government IS slavery, as my friend Mark Passio likes to say.

Anyway, Jeff represents the awakening mind to what on earth is really happening. He gets some more assistance in his journey, both by his human friend Darryl and the supernatural Monica, representing the many ways in which the Originator-Creator-Oversoul is always watching over His errant-elect children, despite appearances.

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This movie is good example of the subconscious brainwashing message that society will devolve into “anarchy” if the government decides not to “protect” the world for 24 hours. The movie also admits there is suppressed rage in society. The authorities feel this rage must be let free once a year. The movie also lets the viewer think this is due to natural evil human nature, rather than plainly admit suppressed rage is due to the abusive/slavery nature of government that greatly assists creating so-called “bad” behavior.

Chapter 3:

Dennis (redpilloftruth.com) — Tue, 18 Jul 2023 08:02:47 GMT

A bright light flashed. Valerie instinctively shielded her eyes as a gush of warm air pelted her body. Dancing stars of every color replaced her vision, the kind produced if one squeezes one's eyes together too hard and too long. She started to get frightened and wondered if she and the kids had done the right thing by requesting that a Balazon show itself.

Soon the light display faded. When she dropped her hands, she saw a being that was semi-transparent, whitish-yellow, taller than an average human, with skinny body and extremities and long fingers. Its head was narrow and the face, though similar to a human's, had stumps for ears, slightly larger eyes and no hair. It also seemed to have female facial features.

Nick and Stephanie stared at the Balazon.

"My name is Acin-om," it said. "How may I assist you?"

Stunned and unable to speak, Valerie stared at the Balazon too for several seconds. Then she hypnotically said, "Please sit down."

"Thank you," Acin-om said and sat in a leather chair across from the couch.

All four were speechless. Even Nick seemed to be too overwhelmed for words.

After a while, Acin-om spoke. "I am neither female nor male."

"Um...what was that?" Valerie said as if snapping out of a daydream.

"I am neither female nor male. You were wondering what sex I was."

"Oh...I'm sorry." Valerie looked away, slightly embarrassed.

"No need to apologize. You simply do not understand my people cannot sexually reproduce. We can only duplicate ourselves by helping other beings evolve to a higher plane of existence. That is why we are so concerned for you humans. You are like our children, so to speak."

"Yes," Valerie said slowly, trying to remember the words Khur-ak had used. "I guess this mind implant of yours didn't work as well as you thought."

"No," Acin-om admitted. "People used their creative imaginations to add to what they sensed from the implant and developed all types of religious systems, everything from the ancient beliefs in the Egyptian, Roman, and Greek gods to the more modern philosophies of Buddhism, Confucianism, Daoism, Hinduism, Islam, Jainism, and Sikhism. These religions are often violently opposed to each other. Others are extreme and cruel, even involving rape, torture, and burning of babies on altars."

"Are you saying Christianity is merely another human attempt at explaining God?" Valerie asked. She had never been a diehard believer anyway, but the thought was still a little disheartening--sort of like when she was younger and woke up to catch her mother putting a quarter under her pillow, glad she finally knew the truth about the tooth-fairy but sad her mother had lied. She would have preferred to remain ignorant until she had grown up and out of simple beliefs on her own.

"Not exactly," Acin-om countered. "Christianity is not merely a human invention, for we have expended a personal effort in creating it. We had to come up with some way to try and curtail your wild imaginations from totally corrupting what we were trying to do. So we decided to try to create a more vivid depiction of what God might be like if he did exist. We guided the development of a nation called Israel and inspired various individuals such as Moses to write down the Scriptures, giving more appropriate definitions of God, his laws, principles for living, and worship ceremonies."

"Wow!" Nick suddenly said. He had been uncharacteristically quiet for several minutes. "You inspired the Bible."

"Yes," Acin-om said. "We had hoped Israel would influence other nations to worship and obey the types of directives we had given them."

"I guess the plan didn't work too well," Nick said.

Valerie thought Nick must be referring to the centuries of moral depravity the Bible writers had recorded the Israelites had done.

"No," Acin-om replied. "We have found humans to be exceptionally rebellious, self-centered, and self-seeking."

"But how did you inspire people to write and do all those things?" Nick asked. "I didn't know they had pencils or paper when Adam and Eve were alive."

Acin-om smiled. "They didn't. The events recorded in the Bible weren't written as they happened. In fact, there were no organized Scriptures until Khur-ak appeared to and instructed Moses what to write in the first five books of the Old Testament around 1400 BC. Previous to that, any knowledge of our involvement with humans was passed on to others by oral tradition because for the first few thousand years we were mainly involved in people's lives in a very secretive way--influencing them subconsciously through the conscience-bubble and inflicting guilt if they disobeyed. But, as I said, it was quite difficult to control people reliably and consistently through these means alone, for they simply didn't listen very well, and the promptings of the mind implant were subject to human interpretations and feelings. You needed more definite guidance.

"So we carefully thought through the best way to appear to humans physically and influence them further--by pretending to be God. In the case of other Old Testament writings, Khur-ak again appeared and talked to some of the authors. At other times we spoke through prophets, dreams, visions, or disguised as angels. Rarely would we appear visibly because you were not ready for such a thing. We were usually either revered or feared--neither of which we wanted for we are merely the same type of creature as yourselves, but much older."

"Just a minute," Valerie said. "This doesn't make sense. Whether humans revered you or feared you, either way they would obey you. Why didn't you just appear to people physically and command them to behave with civility." Valerie realized she sounded like a doubter, but inside, started to feel less and less like one. She simply desired to understand.

"We considered it, but our future forecasts showed there was virtually a one hundred percent chance such action would have led to man's extinction around 1000 AD."

Valerie wrinkled her left eyebrow up in a thoughtful pose. "Are your forecasts always right?"

"No."

"Then how could you be sure it wouldn't work?"

"We couldn't, but we weren't willing to take the chance. From our observations of human nature, we believed the forecasts were correct in this instance."

"Why?"

"Because, as you humans are fond of saying, familiarity breeds contempt. If we were constantly visible, commanding everyone to obey us, it wouldn't be long before the novelty of our existence would wear off and people would start openly challenging us. We have observed that humans have an exceptional hatred of domination and have a strong desire to govern themselves. If we had tried to rule this world with an iron hand, pretending to be gods, it would work for awhile, but eventually people would rebel, forcing us to either destroy everyone, or leave--of course we would have chosen the latter. Once gone, any possible influence a belief in God might have once had would be minimal. People would realize they could rebel against us 'gods' and triumph, and they would assume the same would hold true after death. Your extinction would then be pretty much a certainty.

"Instead, we decided a form of human self-government, built on basic laws and principles of a mysterious 'God' would be best. We had observed that this, combined with a conscience, and the fear of what will happen to oneself after death, was the best possible behavioral control mechanism for humans."

"I see," Valerie said with a bit of resentment swelling up in her voice. She was beginning to dislike the realization that the Balazons had subtly manipulated humans for thousands of years.

"The ancient world was a very sensuous and violent place; the reason you didn't destroy yourselves long ago was because you simply didn't have the technological capability to do so. We looked ahead to this present time and saw the danger of a human race with a lack of more precisely defined moral guidance. So, before we appeared to Moses, we took our time and carefully thought through every contingency that came to mind, ironing out all the little details and deciding exactly what we wanted to do with this idea of 'God.' For the past several thousand years, we have more or less accomplished our objectives. There was some inevitable divergence from the road we wanted to lead you, but for the most part, we have been able to deal with them."

"Then what did you do?" Nick asked.

"We created the idea of a loving but just God, the perfect balance between love and forgiveness for repentant sinners on the one hand, yet vengeful dispenser of horrible punishment for evildoers on the other. But we knew humans needed something more authoritative than just another set of sacred writings to get them to listen. We saw that even though we might give you written laws such as the Ten Commandments, humans nevertheless wouldn't fully understand or obey them. You needed a powerful human personality to live life as an expression of these ideals and explain them to you."

Acin-om paused before continuing, as if expecting a reaction of some sort. "Khur-ak decided that when he felt the time was right, he would take on human form and try to authoritatively pound home the necessity for commitment to such things as love, forgiveness, good thoughts and actions, and in the process, die in such a dramatic way that humans would know a higher power loved everyone dearly. Khur-ak would try to do away with strict obedience to the external laws we had given humans earlier as a rough guide, and try to inspire people to live deeper lives of true goodness. In order to lend credence to the Scriptures and to prepare people for his arrival, right from the first few pages of the Bible we dropped hints, clues, and prophecies of Khur-ak's imminent appearance; we manipulated events to make sure these and all other prophecies came true. Even the religious festivals we instructed Moses to initiate, such as Passover, and the animal sacrificial system for sins, were types and shadows of our leader's future role in human affairs."

Valerie's mouth dropped open, and her eyes widened. She understood the implication.

"I don't get it," Nick said.

Acin-om said plainly, "Khur-ak took on human form, born of the Virgin Mary, and became the Biblically prophesied Messiah: Jesus Christ."

Now they both stared at Acin-om. The Balazon waited for a few seconds to let everything sink in before continuing. "Starting life as a human baby, he had no recollection of his life as Khur-ak, or of his mission on earth. Slowly, throughout his life, his memory returned and we revealed ourselves to him personally to explain things further. By the time Khur-ak, or Jesus Christ if you will, reached the age of thirty, he was fully aware of who he was and what he must do. To lend validity to his message, we performed many signs and miracles for him from behind the scenes: healing the sick, raising the dead, feeding the poor and hungry, and the biggest one of all--coming back from the dead himself. These things seem supernatural to humans, but to us they are relatively simple to do. Ever since then, we have recruited and helped humans from behind the scenes to propagate the message Khur-ak came to bring. We couldn't do this openly ourselves or it would have destroyed the illusion of mystery, and a few sharp individuals might have figured us out. Throughout your history, we have limited our supernatural interventions for the same reason."

"You tricked everyone," Valerie said, half-sounding offended. She was increasingly finding the idea of being lied to and manipulated insulting. For approximately two thousand years, one of the great faiths of the world, and the founding religion of many of the free-world democracies, was one big lie.

Acin-om nodded her head in understanding. "I sense you are feeling uneasy. What we did, we felt we had to do in order to ultimately help mankind. A short-term illusion back then could potentially yield attainment of so much more than a human being could ever have desired on earth. It all depends on whether or not you humans will accept us.

"At first, if necessary, Khur-ak had intended on going through with the original plan, which was to fulfill Bible prophecy about Jesus Christ coming back to set up the Kingdom of God. We made the prophecies concerning the timing of his second coming specific, yet vague enough, as to be able to be applied to any generation since he ascended into the sky in front of many witnesses; we had hoped the threat of Jesus' possible second coming at any moment to judge the world would coerce people into obeying their conscience-bubbles and the laws and principles set forth in the Bible. But if it didn't, Khur-ak would have come at the last possible moment, when humans were about to destroy themselves. Our leader would then have pretended to be God and forcefully established a peaceful and fair new world order. We had hoped Khur-ak would be able to reign until humans had evolved beyond the need for such tricks.

"However, the desire to govern yourself is even stronger than we had first thought. Our forecasts gave us good reason to believe humans would not accept Khur-ak's rule, but that we'd have a better chance if we unveiled. To psychologically prepare you for this day, for decades we have slowly tried to validate the reality of extra-terrestrial life by mysterious personal and public appearances of UFOs and aliens. Humans naturally built on these themes in literature and broadcast media to better prepare you for our unveiling."

Valerie thought about this for awhile. Sometimes even friends and relatives had deceived her before in life, and she had gotten over it--their motives hadn't even been pure. Her ninth grade "friend" Lisa had told her Scott, Valerie's boyfriend at the time, was philandering, which led to their breakup. Later she had found out Lisa had lied so she could date Scott.

She remembered what she had said when Stephanie was very young and kept playing in the streets despite repeated warnings to the contrary. She had intentionally lied to her daughter, trying to frighten her into obeying, by saying the boogie man liked to kidnap children who played in the streets. It worked. At least until she was old enough to question her mom about this doctrine, Stephanie never played in the streets again. By then she understood why her mother had lied--and forgave her. Valerie's motives had been pure, though her method had not been totally honest. But it was justified under the circumstances, for love had motivated her to lie.

Valerie suddenly felt like a five-year old. She was beginning to understand how much these Balazons really cared for the world, realizing all the trouble, time, and effort it must have taken to get humans this far. She quickly cast away any childish resentment and embraced the parental care of Acin-om and her kind.

"I'm sorry," Valerie finally said. "I know you were trying to help. I shouldn't feel resentful."

"That's OK," Acin-om replied. "I just wish everyone in the world could be as open and accepting of us as you are. Then we will be able to help everyone to have a better life now and ultimately immortality."

However, there were still some important questions to be answered. "Why did so many people vanish? And why did you attack my husband?"

"Because of a Balazon named Xsalma," Acin-om answered immediately. "It's always difficult to decide when to reveal the truth about ourselves to an evolving civilization. For instance, we unveiled to the Gerutniks of the Spiral Belt Galaxy during the eight thousandth year of their dark stage, but they were still too immature, and ended up destroying themselves with nuclear weapons. Some Balazons began to have severe doubts that humans were ready for the unveiling, and their leader, Xsalma, started a movement to prevent it. In an effort to force Khur-ak to reverse his decision, for years now Xsalma and his small band of supporters have been terrorizing humans in all sorts of strange ways."

"I don't understand how scaring us could cause your leader to change his mind," Nick said.

"Xsalma hoped Khur-ak wouldn't unveil if the world was afraid of us, so has been sowing fear of aliens for decades, almost as long as Khur-ak has been trying to allay people's fears of extra-terrestrial life."

"Ah," Nick said. "That explains why there have been so many negative accounts associated with UFOs over the years. Cattle mutilations and such."

"Yes," Valerie said. "I remember watching a documentary detailing the alien abduction phenomenon, where people are brought on board a spaceship and terrorized, and assaulted, subjected to experiments, had mysterious objects implanted in their brains, pregnancies inexplicably terminated as fetuses disappear. Really strange stuff."

"Yes, these types of incidents originated from Xsalma," Acin-om said. "But Khur-ak sanctioned most of the more benign accounts to prepare you for open contact--mysterious lights in the skies, UFOs toying with fighter jets, crop circles, and such."

Valerie shook her head in disbelief. "How can such obviously advanced and capable beings as you fail to come to some sort of agreement about open contact before now? I mean, UFOs and alien abductions have been reported since before I was even born!"

"Actually, it has been a very short period of time from our perspective. On our plane of existence, we experience time differently than you do. As a rough analogy, you could say 1000 years from your perspective only feels like one day in our perception of time. Since we only started intense UFO activity shortly after World War Two, it has been a very short span of time to us."

"Wow," Nick said. "So all these decades of mysterious UFO encounters from our perception of time, converted into your time, would be about..." Nick tilted his head to one side somewhat, and his eyes rose to stare at the ceiling. "Hmmm, let's see, I'm usually pretty good with math in my head..."

"A little under two hours from our perspective," Acin-om said, saving Nick the bother of the calculation.

"Right, I was just about to say that."

"As the moment of our unveiling drew near, Xsalma's followers began intensifying their efforts and started assaulting people at random, but especially concentrated on those who were socially influential: newspaper and TV reporters, politicians, movie stars, and powerful businessmen. They even attacked Jeff because of a potential connection to somebody important."

"So to you guys a million years of your working with humanity would seem like a little under 3 years work seems to me," Nick said, obviously still fascinated with the time differential calculations.

Valerie ignored Nick's obsessive comment and tried to imagine who Acin-om was referring to. Then it hit her. "Of course! Jeff's friend, Brian Ferster."

"Precisely. He could've turned people against us if he'd used his investigative television program to do a report on the danger of our kind."

"I'm sure Jeff would've called him too," Valerie said as she slowly took in everything Acin-om said. She paused for a few more seconds. "But how could Brian do an expose on the Balazons who hadn't yet shown themselves?"

"He couldn't, but Xsalma had hoped to make our leader reluctant to go through with the unveiling by making sure it would be difficult to win people's trust if he did."

Valerie nodded her head. "His plan may work yet. Humans can be very unforgiving. What exactly did Xsalma do to all those people who disappeared?"

Acin-om looked at the floor, seemingly ashamed to answer. "Since their initial attempts were relatively unsuccessful at reversing Khur-ak's decision, Xsalma and his followers increased their efforts further: they randomly vaporized a total of about a half a billion people all over the world. But you must understand! Xsalma did care, even though it may seem he showed it in an inappropriate way. He believed killing millions of people now could save your entire race if it prevented the unveiling.

"Besides, our future forecasts showed a high probability that nuclear war would ensue in the Middle East standoff, which would have resulted in even more deaths than what he did. Xsalma believed some would survive a nuclear war, so better to delay open contact. Khur-ak thought it more likely your entire race would be obliterated. The data from our future forecasts was inconclusive, so not very helpful either. It was a difficult decision, but Khur-ak gambled that it was less dangerous to unveil now."

"What's so dangerous about showing yourselves?" Nick asked with childlike innocence.

"Many humans would rather die than welcome us as friends. Many will be suspicious, thinking us horrible invaders out to kill them, especially after what Xsalma did. Many others may be tempted to live hedonistic lifestyles because they no longer need fear death. But you must control yourselves or you may not reach the exultation stage. Unfortunately, the only way of controlling some would be to destroy them, which we do not want to do."

"What's the exultation stage," Valerie asked.

"If a race of beings can survive long enough, they will enter exultation--the final stage I am now in and always will be: immortality."

Valerie thought about this for a moment. The story made sense, and a part of her really wanted to believe Acin-om. Her dad had been a preacher while he was still alive, and had always told her humans were the only intelligent life in the universe. Valerie silently disagreed, although she didn't say anything verbally; she didn't think anything in the Bible contradicted at least the possibility. The narrow-mindedness her father seemed to exude on this point probably fueled her mild discontent with religion over the years. She never wanted to become as close-minded to scientific possibilities as her dad had always appeared to be. She never wanted to be accused of checking her brains at the door just because she had a belief in a God. Now to see undeniable proof of alien life before her eyes was something extraordinarily exciting.

As an adult, Valerie still went to church the odd time, more for social contacts and to make friends though. She had long since had too many questions about religion to take it all too seriously, and tried to encourage her kids to think for themselves and find their own path about faith.

"It still seems a rather extreme way to try and 'help' us," Valerie said. "Could Xsalma think of no better solution?"

Acin-om looked down at the floor with seeming regret, then up again. "You must understand. Occasionally some Balazons disagree with our leader about how best to serve an evolving civilization. Xsalma was bound by the highest law, love, to act as he thought best. In cases such as these, we must appeal to the Council, a board of super-beings that live in the center of the universe.

"The Council members are made up of exultation entities who have willingly merged their very essences into one mass of collective energy; they are very powerful and wise, and all Balazons willingly submit to their judgments. I, or any of my kind, can join the Council after 100 million years of service and experience in the field as an exultation worker. Most of us aspire to join the Council someday. It's the highest form of office in the universe."

Acin-om shrugged. "Anyway, we took the conflict to the Council to consider the matter and a ruling was to come down before four o'clock, the time scheduled for the unveiling. Though we were confident the Council would rule against Xsalma, we had to respect his right to do as he deemed right. Until then, Khur-ak sent me to guard Jeff. I appeared to him as a human female named Monica and preserved his life on several occasions."

"I see," Valerie said.

"We hope to prove our sincerity. It was a calculated risk to reveal our existence after what Xsalma did, but we knew it was very important we do something soon."

"With your help, our odds of surviving are better?" Valerie asked.

"Much better, but there are still risks. There is an all too real possibility humans will reject us and force us to leave. If that were to happen, mankind is almost certain to become extinct. Without our help, this world conflict will likely spiral into something like your two world wars, and threaten your entire existence."

Valerie nodded in agreement, considering the logic and wisdom of all of Acin-om's words up to this point. It was a lot to take in.

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Dennis (redpilloftruth.com) — Thu, 13 Jul 2023 19:55:37 GMT

Star City, 7 hours before the unveiling

Jeff Saunderson drove his Honda Prelude to work slowly so as to avoid attention from the military vehicles tasked with keeping order in one small town in one big nation that seemed to be losing its grip on normalcy, as nuclear conflict over a small plot of land in the Middle East seemed destined to consume the world in an atomic fireball. His workplace was only several blocks away and he usually liked to walk for the exercise. But with the world situation as tentative as it was lately, he figured it was safer to drive. Some looting and assaults had already taken place, proving the police presence was there for a reason.

He parked in the designated employee area and entered Armstrong's Pharmacy. The pharmacist-owner, Allan Armstrong, greeted him in the dispensary with his usual somber look of late. Allan was very much into world politics but a rather pessimistic personality, and he didn't hold out much hope for a solution to the world situation. Jeff was more positive. He believed the emergency secret talks with the world leaders would prove something out soon.

"Do you mind if I go home early?" Jeff asked. "I want to be home with Valerie and the kids for the special worldwide telecast at four o'clock"

"That's fine, Jeff," Allan said. "I'm closing the store early anyway. I want to be home too. I think everyone in the world is going to be glued to the tube so there's no use having the store open."

"It's not the end of the world as we know it. I believe something will work out."

Allan grimaced as he left the dispensary and mumbled, "I hope you're right."

It was just a few minutes past nine and no customers were in the store yet, so Jeff slipped away to the staff room to grab a coffee. He poured himself a steaming hot cup and tasted it, nice and strong, just the way he liked it. He returned to the dispensary and was greeted by several customers with prescriptions for the latest trend, anti-anxiety medications and anti-depressants. He filled the prescriptions, counseled the patients, and plodded along the rest of the day, doing his best to do his job and not think too much about all the madness in the world of late. The pace was brisk, a bit busier than normal, which was good and helped the hours pass more quickly. The sooner his shift ended the better, as he was anxious to get home and watch the special broadcast.

Allan relieved him for a quick lunch, and when Jeff returned to the dispensary, it was a little past one o'clock. Clarence Althouse came up to the counter, a longtime and very good customer.

"I need another month's supply of everything," Clarence said.

"Sure," Jeff said and pulled up Mr. Althouse's file on his computer.

"And this too." Clarence placed a new prescription on the counter. Jeff went and picked it up and read the name Zyprexa 5mg and the Latin abbreviations for 30 tabs and to take 1 tablet daily. "I've been a little strange lately and the doctor said this would help."

Jeff nodded with understanding and tried to appear soothing. "Many people have been having problems coping lately." However, beneath his professional demeanor, Jeff couldn't help but be a bit shocked. Zyprexa was an anti-psychotic and Clarence had always seemed the most level headed person he had ever met. The brain was a mysterious organ to be sure, and the stress of late was definitely producing strange fallout among people, but Clarence was the last person he would have picked to lose touch with reality.

Clarence fidgeted with his hands in his pockets and started to say something but then stopped. Jeff had known Clarence for years and had counseled him on many personal issues. He could tell Clarence wanted to say something else.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Jeff asked. "Anything else you'd like to talk about? I'm not very busy right now and we can go around the corner to the semi-private counseling area?"

"Thanks, yes, I'd like that."

Jeff went around the corner to the half-enclosed counseling counter. Clarence met him on the other side and came up close to his face and whispered in low tones. "I was admitted to the hospital a few days ago. The doctor said I had a psychotic episode with hallucinations but I still can't believe it was all in my head."

Jeff nodded his head. "It's a stressful world situation right now, a lot of uncertainty. You have nothing to feel ashamed about--"

"You don't understand! I don't think I was hallucinating. I know what I'm about to say sounds goofy but--" Clarence shook his head, obviously reluctant to say more. Jeff prodded him a bit and finally Clarence let it out. "I was abducted by aliens... at least I think I was. I mean I have a memory of it, but the doctor says I can't trust my perceptions."

Jeff thought he was prepared for anything Clarence might say, but still found himself momentarily taken off guard. He hadn't expected that. "Please, tell me more," he said in a soothing professional manner.

"Not like in the movies. You know, the short grey beings with big eyes. These guys were like tall skinny versions of humans, with bald heads, and made out of something like pure light. I tried to touch one and my hand went right through it. They took me aboard their spacecraft and started zapping me with electrodes. The pain was excruciating but I couldn't move or scream. One of them said, 'This one is going to kill you,' but before he could zap me, another alien started fighting with him. I don't remember much after that but what I do remember is so vivid in my mind..."

"Psychotic episodes always seem very real but they're not." Jeff paused and waited for Clarence to counter with something else, but Clarence just stared at him. His face slowly took on a contorted expression and he snarled. Jeff sensed an aura come over Clarence that he couldn't explain, something eerie and foreboding that instilled an instinctive fear in Jeff.

Clarence's face twitched and he snarled again, like he was fighting himself, and Jeff feared Clarence might be having another psychotic episode right in front of him. "If aliens unveil and say there is no God, do not believe it," Clarence said in a raspy voice.

"Excuse me?"

"Sacrifices must be made to prevent the unveiling. Prepare to die human."

The attack came suddenly, from the left and right, Jeff only having a blurred impression of Clarence's arms but feeling repeated blows across his face. Jeff instinctively threw his hands up and blocked Clarence's arms. He pushed Clarence back and ran into the dispensary to grab the phone so he could activate the emergency pager system.

From his new vantage point sprawled on the floor, Clarence snarled as he rose, eyes fixed on Jeff. Then he leapt bodily into the air, covered the few feet between them in seconds, grabbed Jeff's collar with one arm and struggled for the phone receiver with the other.

Jeff kicked Clarence in the gut and knocked him to the floor again, granting him the precious seconds he needed to dial the store pager number and screamed into the telephone receiver. "Help! Code Red! Pharmacist being attacked!"

Clarence was back up on his feet but Jeff slipped past him and out the side dispensary door. Jeff's heart was pounding as he rounded the corner and made for the staff room, where he was sure several male staff members would be able to help him subdue Clarence. But Clarence was too fast, quickly came behind Jeff and grabbed him by the neck before he even made it past the cough and cold section. They tumbled together into the shelves, knocking bottles and boxes over themselves as they wrestled to the floor. Plastic bottles of cough syrups broke open as they rolled over and over, each roll staining the floor and their clothes with colorful mixtures of purple and blue.

Clarence wrapped his hands around Jeff's neck and began choking him. Jeff tried to pry Clarence's hands off but his grip was too strong. He couldn't breathe and started seeing stars and black spots. He felt as though he would black out soon. But suddenly, he was free. He opened his eyes to see a young woman standing over him with a confident smile on her face.

"My name is Monica," she said. "Everything is going to be alright. He won't harm you now."

Jeff was stunned at how this young woman had seemed to save him so quickly and easily. His eyes had been closed so he hadn't seen a thing but Clarence now on the floor, docile and merely mumbled some obscenities.

"How did you do that?" Jeff asked as he coughed and breathed in deeply.

"Your friends are coming," she said. "They will help you. I must go now." Then she simply disappeared before his very eyes.

Jeff wondered if he was now having a psychotic break and had imagined the whole thing.

Allan and several others came running out of the staff room.

"Are you ok?" Allan asked. "What happened?"

"I think so. That customer just attacked me for no reason." As Jeff pointed at his attacker, two male staff members went over and picked Clarence up and held him firmly. They were young, strong stock boys, about 16 and 17 years of age.

"Take him to the staff room and hold him," Allan ordered, and his staff complied. Allan helped Jeff to his feet and led him to the staff room where he covered him in a blanket, poured him a cup of coffee and said, "Take as much time as you need to rest. I'll cover you for the rest of the day. Just go home, Jeff." Then Allan made two calls, one to the police and one for an ambulance for Jeff and left to cover the dispensary.

The police arrived within minutes. The officers questioned Clarence, who still seemed dazed and confused about the whole incident but started to come to his senses.

"I'm so sorry Jeff," Clarence said. "The aliens took over my body. It wasn't me!"

The officers didn't waste much more time trying to question Clarence. As soon as he started babbling about aliens, they seemed to close their minds to further inquiry.

"He obviously needs medical assessment," one officer said to Jeff, as the other handcuffed Clarence and took him away. Jeff nodded but felt rather hypocritical, as he knew the officers would probably refer him to medical assessment too if they heard him say a young woman named Monica single-handedly rescued him and then disappeared right before his very eyes. He wasn't sure they would be wrong to do so either.

Jeff agreed to the police request for a written statement, but didn't offer details about Clarence's recent medical history. Such information was confidential and would have to be obtained later through proper legal means if needed for defense. However, given Clarence's recent psychotic episode, Jeff felt certain no charges would stand up in court. He couldn't see himself laying charges anyway.

Jeff was just glad it was over.

Allan's voice boomed over the pager system and indicated Jeff had a call on line one, and Jeff went into Allan's office to pick up the phone. It was Valerie. They exchanged strange stories, she telling him about millions of people disappearing all over the world, and he telling her about his strange attack. At least he knew he wasn't crazy now, seeing as how disappearing people suddenly became a common occurrence, but he didn't buy Valerie's explanation that the cause must have been a misfire from some new super-weapon. Monica had said she had to leave and then did so. Her disappearance was volitional.

He began to desire some of those Valium pills that Valerie had been taking lately.

"When are you coming home?" Valerie asked.

"Just as soon as the ambulance guys clear me. But I feel fine. I'm sure it won't be long."

"Get home as soon as you can. I'll feel better watching the four o'clock telecast with you."

Jeff confirmed he'd be home as soon as he could and hung up the phone.

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Dennis (redpilloftruth.com) — Wed, 12 Jul 2023 06:41:27 GMT

The digital readout on the DVD player indicated 3:55PM, only five more minutes before the time scheduled for the special telecast. Valerie Saunderson and her children, Nick and Stephanie, clung to each other on the living room sofa and watched the TV. They were as still as statues, as their senses of sight and hearing strained to funnel every bit of information into their minds and make sense of it, as if they tried hard enough they'd come up with an answer for all of this madness.

When Valerie had first heard the news several hours ago, she had doubled over from the shock of the words, her head spun, her heart pounded. She'd since reclaimed some composure for the sake of the children but didn't feel much better. The knot in her stomach clenched tighter. She tried to be strong and reassured Nick and Stephanie with words of comfort but all the while struggled to control her own emotions.

Reports had poured in all day about unprovoked attacks on individuals worldwide by close associates and family members or sometimes complete strangers. The attackers had no coherent explanation for their actions and it was mostly being written off as stress. And then suddenly people just disappeared! The latest count put the number of people who had vanished in the millions. Some experts were speculating a time distortion might have flung people into a different space-time continuum. Some had other theories but nobody knew for sure. The affected people were from every country on earth--young, old, rich, poor, famous, unknown, black, white. The reports kept pouring in so fast they couldn't tally accurate figures fast enough. One reporter speculated that by the time they were done counting the world's population, perhaps as many as a half a billion would be reported as missing.

The reporter also speculated that perhaps the disappearances were due to some new secret weapon that had malfunctioned in the growing tensions in the Middle East. It had only been several years since Iran had proven to the world that they had the nuclear bomb by a test detonation on their own soil. The United States had immediately tried to push a resolution through the United Nations and called for severe sanctions and threatened force if noncompliant, but Russia and China had vetoed the resolution, tabling a motion instead for an intensive diplomatic effort and tough sanctions, though far less crippling to Iran than what America had wanted. At this the U.S. had threatened unilateral invasion of the Muslim country, but Russia and China had boldly sided with Iran, promising full-scale war if she tried, gambling the U.S. would back down--which she did. Israel was similarly constrained by the same bellicose retaliatory war talk from the two communist nuclear powers.

So years dragged by peppered with talks, sanctions, periodic threats of war from the United States and Israel, more talks, U.N. resolutions...but no real action. America's colossal failure in the war on terror, especially the debacle known as the Iraq war, pretty much guaranteed that the world no longer trusted America's leadership on the international scene and the U.S. was pretty much hated universally, exceptions only amongst most of her English speaking brother-nations and Israel. The rest of the world seemed determined to band together to prevent another Iraq situation, and the U.S. just couldn't muster enough support to risk lone military action against Iran, which only served to embolden the Muslim country into openly continuing nuclear tests.

Now, just last week, Iran announced that it was finally ready to use the arsenal of nuclear weapons that it had been stockpiling. Iran held the world hostage, as it set a one week deadline for Israel to agree in principle to vacate the Holy Land and relocate elsewhere or face nuclear annihilation. Most of the Arab countries quickly united around Iran's leadership and formed a fragile coalition, but Israel refused to be intimidated, openly admitting what the world always suspected. The Jewish nation also had an arsenal of nuclear weapons and would fully retaliate against any strike. The rest of the world tried to mediate through the United Nations, but as Iran's one week ultimatum neared without even a hint of resolution, the situation seemed to quickly spiral out of control, as the major world powers took sides.

The U.S., Britain, Canada and most other English-speaking nations stood firm behind Israel while Russia, China, and Europe sided with the Arab coalition. The U.S. increased military alertness to Defcon One, Maximum Force Readiness, and Russia countered. Both nations promised full release of their nuclear arsenals in support of their respective partners in the Middle East and in defense of their homelands.

People all over the world started to panic and Marshall law had to be implemented virtually worldwide. Even Valerie's hometown of Star City, Louisiana had seen an increase in some looting and a strict curfew had been implemented. The town's population was only about seven thousand, mostly employed in the oil and gas industry, usually a docile town of mostly middle class working families where everybody knew each other, reasonable average people trying to deal with the sudden stress of the world situation.

Valerie's husband, Jeff Saunderson, a pharmacist at one of the local drugstores, had told her of the massive increase in use of anti-anxiety medication and anti-depressants over the past week. Valerie had also eventually succumbed to the pressure to medicate and suddenly felt the need to do so again. She rose from the sofa and went to the washroom.

She opened the cabinet and retrieved the prescription vial from Armstrong's Pharmacy for the anti-anxiety medication Valium 10mg. The doctor had initially given her Ativan but it hadn't been potent enough. She went back and insisted on something stronger and longer acting. The directions said three times a day as needed, but she found herself taking as much as six a day. As she opened the vial and put the round blue pill in her hand, she recoiled a bit from her frazzled look in the mirror, bags under her deep blue eyes, shoulder length flame red hair matted and sticking to the sides of her head from nervous sweat, looking more like the unkempt mane of a wild lion than the hair of a late thirties mother of two. She poured a glass of water and swallowed the pill before trying to put on a comforting face for the kids and returning to the sofa.

Pressure had seemed to lift somewhat when all of the leaders in the growing world conflict suddenly inexplicably agreed to a meeting at a secret locale for discussions. But it was several days past Iran's deadline and the tension in the world was palpable. Everybody felt like something was going to happen soon, but nobody expected that that something would be millions suddenly disappearing worldwide. Valerie agreed the most likely explanation was that some new secret U.S. or Russian weapon had misfired. They were likely the only two powers with the capability to make such a device. Otherwise a targeted strike would have only affected one country or group of countries in the conflict. But the disappearances seemed to be totally random.

So far only a handful of people from Star City were unaccounted for. Word had been leaked to the press that the special telecast from the world leaders would explain everything. Valerie had grabbed the first opportunity she could to check with her husband, Jeff. She called the drugstore and was very glad to hear his voice, quaking though it was. She learned that he had been one of the victims of an unprovoked attack by a longtime customer. Jeff said he was coming home early to be with them, and she hoped he'd make it in time for the telecast from the leaders of the world.

Valerie held her children tightly, not saying much, waiting. She clenched her teeth in a vain attempt to remain patient and willed the time to pass quicker. Stay calm, she reminded herself. All her questions would soon be answered. They'd promised.

It was all she could do to contain herself, but finally it occurred.

The TV screen suddenly went blank.

After a few seconds the picture came back. It showed the president sitting at a long table with various world leaders. Valerie recognized leaders from Canada, Russia, Europe, and several other nations. A tall handsome man with short black hair sat in the center. He was wearing a sharp looking gray suit.

Mesmerized by the TV screen, they watched the President of the United States get up and stand behind a podium filled with clusters of microphones and wires. The camera zoomed in on him.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen of the world," the president said. Flashes of light and clicking noises danced around his head as reporters took pictures. "While I speak, this message is being simultaneously broadcast world-wide on all channels and translated into all languages." There was a slight pause before he continued. "As most of you undoubtedly know, we are here to discuss the world situation and very strange events that have occurred lately. We won't explain it ourselves, for our special guest is far more capable. We only ask that you try to listen to everything with an open mind before you react."

There were several seconds of silence as he looked at his prepared speech, presumably reading a line or two, and shuffled some papers around. Then he looked up. "Ladies and gentlemen of the world, for many years mankind has seriously pondered the possibility of intelligent beings, other than humans, in the universe. But today we have undeniable proof of the existence of extraterrestrial life."

The president turned slightly and faced the man at the center of the table. "I--along with the rest of these world leaders as representatives of the governments of earth and the human race--would like to formally introduce you, the citizens of the world, to Khur-ak, the Balazon, and leader of the Balazon race of beings."

A stunned moment of silence fell over the press room.

"Is he serious?" Nick asked. "Is our president really that brain dead that he thinks a man in a gray suit is alien?"

A gasp of incredulity filled the press room, as crowds of reporters jockeyed for position in front of Khur-ak. Random clicking noises filled the air as camera flashes streaked across Khur-ak's face like strobe-lights.

"Just wait and see what they say," Valerie said.

At fourteen years of age, Nick liked calling everybody brain dead. But Valerie couldn't help worrying that this was real and that the aliens were intent on conquering the world. The president wouldn't say something like that if he couldn't prove it. Perhaps the broadcast was to formally declare earth's surrender. On the other hand, the president didn't seem to be apprehensive about Khur-ak's presence. His speech, tone of voice, and manner seemed to convey a positive outlook.

The president began again after a suitable moment of silence. He explained that the aliens had a message to bring humans about God many might not welcome--perhaps even causing world-wide uncertainty about everything people thought they had known to the point where humans might collapse as a race of intelligent beings.

However after much deliberation, the leaders had decided the world needed to know, as the world situation was becoming untenable anyway. He also tried to reassure the viewers with the revelation that the aliens had helped all parties in the nuclear showdown to agree to an immediate stand down of all military readiness and that further help would be forthcoming. He then talked for a few minutes about the Balazons and the benefits to mankind of contact with them, such as enormous leaps forward in science, technology, and medicine. As he started to close, a reporter jumped in with a question.

"We will answer all questions in due time," the president said. "Please be patient. There are many things we would like to say, but we have agreed to limit ourselves so Khur-ak himself can give a special introduction. I would like to close by assuring everyone listening that the Balazons are a benevolent race of beings who have my utmost trust. They are not--I repeat--are not out to harm anyone and there is absolutely no reason to fear or mistrust them. Please stay calm. We will soon address all of your questions."

When it looked as if the president were about to sit down, another reporter started to ask questions but the president insisted on patience until the end of the session. He sat down and for the next forty minutes each member of the international delegation got up and said a few words at the podium. Mostly they expressed their appreciation of the aliens' help and affirmed their belief in the goodwill of the Balazons.

"This is boring," Nick sighed as he rolled his eyes. "I want to see this guy prove he really is an ET. How much longer are these politicians gonna keep babbling?"

Valerie wasn't so eager. The longer the leaders talked the safer she felt. As long as humans directed and controlled the program, the aliens could not be thought of as bad. If the creatures willingly submitted to a well-controlled, well-thought-out human plan of revealing themselves on a familiar household device, she figured they must be courteous enough to allow humans freedom in other areas of life.

Stephanie didn't seem too optimistic either. She turned to her mother and asked, "Mom, are the aliens friendly?"

Valerie imagined her face must be pale; she sweat and licked her lips. She hoped her physical appearance didn't give away her true feelings. After she paused for a moment, Valerie took a deep breath and tried to talk in a soothing voice but it still sounded shaky. "It appears they are friendly."

It was the best she could do. She wanted to comfort her children but didn't want to lie either. When it looked as if Stephanie might ask some more difficult questions, Valerie said, "Khur-ak is going to talk now. Let's see what he has to say."

Stephanie reluctantly turned her head to see more.

"It's about time," Nick blurted out. "I was beginning to wonder how much longer we had to listen to this stupid preamble."

The camera zoomed in on Khur-ak's face as reporters snapped photos. "People of earth, I bid you greetings in the name of the Balazon race."

"He speaks English!" Valerie said with amazement.

"I am communicating to you telepathically. My thoughts can travel the wavelengths of the transmission you are receiving and your mind can interpret them as verbal communication. My mouth movements will even appear to coincide with the words of your native tongue."

"Cool," Nick said.

"Quiet!" Valerie commanded. "I don't want to miss anything."

Nick defiantly huffed once and then made sure he kept silent.

"I come from a planet called Nerovan, many light years away. I am the leader of an innumerable multitude of beings like myself. We have many natural abilities humans do not possess. At will, we can selectively bend light rays and phase shift our bodies' molecules to become invisible and untouchable. We have an existence that never ceases--what you call immortality--and have been influential on earth in our wraith-like forms for millions of years: studying, observing, and guiding mankind's development as best we could.

"We can also assume human form, which I am doing now so as not to unduly frighten you. But in order to prove my legitimacy, I will now cause some objects in your vicinity to levitate."

The unoccupied love seat in the corner of the room started to rise. Stephanie screamed and Valerie had to grab her and hold her tight.

"Ok," Nick said. "I'll accept that as proof."

Khur-ak took a deep breath as if he intended to ramble off a whole list of statistics but abruptly stopped short and closed his eyes for several seconds. "I am sensing a massive tide of thought-fear pulsating throughout my body. Please, we mean you no harm. Though we are highly evolved compared to yourselves, you need not fear us. Our minds are so advanced we could destroy this planet with a mere thought if we so desired but we will not. Does this not demonstrate we are sincere? Why would a superior enemy come to you peacefully?"

Khur-ak closed his eyes again, took a deep breath and held it, as if analyzing the aroma of some fine fragrance. Then he opened his eyes. "I can sense many are still suspicious. Let me tell you more about ourselves. Without need of mechanical devices, we travel the universe in search of life with the potential to evolve into higher forms such as ourselves. Once found, we help such life overcome the obstacles to their development so they can ultimately reach their objective--total freedom from physical constraints, what you call a spiritual existence or immortality. This is the highest form to which any race can evolve. With the attainment of such development came freedom, peace, and joy I can't even begin to express."

Khur-ak stopped speaking and his face took on a contorted expression. "Oh, how I wish I could make you fully understand the joy we too experience helping other life-forms attain their awesome potential. You see, we discovered your planet millions of years ago when the dinosaurs reigned supreme. Upon using our abilities to look into the future, we predicted a ninety-six percent chance the dinosaurs would continue to dominate the planet and cause the extinction of many species, including the rudimentary beginnings of man--the ape. But the dinosaurs had no evolutionary potential and wouldn't develop higher consciousness. So we destroyed them by redirecting a large meteorite to hit the earth, which hurled dirt and debris into the upper atmosphere, blocked the sun, destroyed plant and animal life, and lowered the global temperature. But as we predicted, numerous warm-blooded mammals, including the ape, survived the harsh climate. Many eons later, you evolved sentience and entered the dark stage."

Khur-ak turned his face violently to his left side as if some invisible foe had struck him. "I have just felt the pain of your rejection. In time I hope to make you understand. The dark stage is that evolutionary period which we have found intelligent beings inevitably go through as they slowly evolve beyond their bestial natures and progress towards the fullness of virtual godhood. But they must battle against their animalistic tendencies during this time, a predisposition towards violence, selfishness, intolerance, and hatred. It is a time marked by wars, lying, stealing, cruelty, greed, and many other forms of what is generally termed 'evil.' The conduct of the evolving race becomes so reprehensible that in virtually all cases they eventually destroy themselves. My people, the Balazons, were a rare exception to survive."

Khur-ak stared into the camera and shifted his eyes back and forth as if searching for some understanding from his viewers. "One of the principal ways we helped you was to implant a conscience-bubble into every human born, a type of mind implant that tries to make one believe in 'God,' right and wrong, and life after death in a good place such as 'heaven' or a bad place such as 'hell,' based upon one's behavior in this present life. Many humans believe they have no religious tendencies whatsoever, as the implant exerts a very subtle effect on their minds; yet it is usually a sufficient hindrance, for most evolving beings, to inhibit unrestrained reprobate actions."

Khur-ak stopped talking and stared at the camera hopefully. Then he added softly, "Now do you understand? We chose not to openly reveal ourselves to mankind at large until humans had progressed intellectually to the point you have. Most will soon be ready to accept that there is no such thing as God. We are, in fact, the closest thing you will find in the universe to the Almighty."

Khur-ak gasped and jerked backwards in his chair. After a few seconds, he regained his composure. "Unfortunately, many people are presently unable to accept this. I sense many are hurt, confused, and feel betrayed by their belief systems. But I hope the majority will accept us in time. Please let us help you. We have prepared a way to make this possible."

Khur-ak leaned forward and, with as much earnestness as he could muster, said, "We are prepared to counsel privately each and every individual on the face of this planet. This is not difficult for us to do, for our kind count in the billions. If you are living in one of the poorer countries of the world, starving and diseased, we can help with that too. At this very moment, Balazon representatives are amongst all individuals on the face of the earth--cloaked and phased, of course."

Valerie slowly turned her head right and left but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. A cold shiver crawled up her spine, and her stomach started to ache. She didn't like the thought of one of them in her house.

"Neat, man," Nick said and jumped up. "Show yourself, spaceman! I want to get a better look at you!" He ran excitedly around the living room, as if he hoped to get the first glimpse of the Balazon if he decided to show himself.

"Sit down!" Valerie commanded and grabbed her son.

"Don't you dare show yourself either," she said to the empty air. "I don't even want you in my house! Get out of here! Now!"

Nick, Stephanie, and Valerie froze, senses of sight and sound straining above the TV, searching for any sign of a Balazon. After a few minutes, Valerie looked at Nick. "Don't do that again."

"Aw, mom. Why can't we? We might as well talk to one. They're here anyway."

Valerie didn't care. She might not be able to make them leave her house, but she certainly didn't want to talk to one personally.

They took their places in front of the TV and continued to listen.

"Our representatives will not show themselves if you don't wish to see them. If you feel more comfortable with the TV, I will continue to inform you about us through this medium alone. However, I can sense innumerable specific questions from your minds. I cannot possibly answer them all on air. I encourage you to simply ask the Balazon to show himself and he can give you the individual attention you need. At any point in the discussion, you can ask him to leave and he will obey your request immediately."

He continued to talk, explaining more about themselves and their reasons for unveiling to the world.

Valerie began to feel rather silly. Nick and Khur-ak were right. The Balazon was in their midst anyway, so she might as well talk to him. If the Balazon had wanted to do her family any harm, he certainly could have done it by now, and she had many questions she wanted answered; they still hadn't explained why so many people had disappeared. She couldn't totally shake the nagging fears from her mind, but after several more minutes of deep contemplation, she decided to do it. She was working up her nerve when Nick turned and pleadingly looked at her.

"Please can we talk to one, mom?" he begged. "What harm could it do?"

"OK."

"OK?" Nick said as he raised his eyebrows. He looked surprised but certainly didn't argue.

"I don't think I want to," Stephanie said. "I'm scared."

Valerie had to hold Nick's younger sister and comfort her. "It's going to be fine. I'll make sure nothing bad happens." They sat on the couch, Valerie in the middle, children on either side. They held the remote control together and pushed the Off button, a symbolic gesture of their unanimous decision to initiate personal communication. Then Valerie gave the invitation.

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Introduction

Dennis (redpilloftruth.com) — Thu, 06 Jul 2023 18:26:33 GMT

When confronted with the mysteries of existence, those who don't believe in some sort of personal God generally subscribe to the modern scientific view that the universe came into existence at a cosmic "big bang" explosion billions of years ago, and everything (including life forms) subsequently evolved slowly through natural processes spanning these many billions of years.

In his book The Origin of Species, first published in 1859, Charles Darwin was the first to successfully popularize this concept of evolution in relation to organic life, although the concept has been philosophized for millennia.

Ever since evolution's growing acceptance began in earnest after 1859, Darwin's biological evolutionary beliefs have been hotly debated between two general camps: those who believe in a personal Creator and those who don't.

If evolution is true, then it is logically possible that other beings exist in the universe farther along the evolutionary scale than humans, the veritable "gods" humans have always worshiped, and in fact, humans are evolving to such a state as well. If these beings exist, they might have interacted with ancient man and influenced our beliefs about God for some grand great purpose that humans were too immature to comprehend at the time.

Mankind has technologically advanced greatly in the last 100 years or so, but are we advanced enough in our consciousness to fully assimilate information aliens might bring us about our concepts of God? Are aliens going to openly show themselves one day soon and help mankind understand the mysteries of our and their existence?

On the other hand, many people would be fearful and suspicious of open contact with aliens. The Bible and other ancient religious texts speak of the existence of dark forces of evil that oppose a very real and personal God, and also speak of a great cosmic struggle between a devil and this God.

If open contact occurred, would you believe these aliens to be "demons in disguise" trying to deceive mankind for some evil purpose? Or might there be good evolutionary explanations as to why our cosmic "parents" led mankind to believe in the existence of a devil and demons, as well as a God and angels?

Read on to help you discover the truth on this matter and prepare you for the future, for like it or not, The Unveiling open contact is probably coming, and, if the aliens are “demons”, they will be able to cleverly explain The Origin of God, and the whole world will be talking and also getting “red pilled”!

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Pentagon admissions

Dennis (redpilloftruth.com) — Thu, 06 Jul 2023 03:58:12 GMT

The pentagon admits the UFO phenomenon is real, and STRONG evidence we are not alone, as no man-made craft can do the things these UFOs can do. Excerpt from pentagon UFO link below:

Nevertheless, Luis Elizondo, the former head of the classified program (Advanced Aerospace Threat Identification Program), told CNN in 2017 that he personally believes "there is very compelling evidence that we may not be alone."
"These aircraft -- we'll call them aircraft -- are displaying characteristics that are not currently within the US inventory nor in any foreign inventory that we are aware of," Elizondo said of objects they researched. He says he resigned from the Defense Department in 2017 in protest over the secrecy surrounding the program and the internal opposition to funding it.

The pentagon is not commonly known for hoaxing. However, research shows the pentagon does admit to advanced psyops. Is the UFO stuff a psyop, like covid vaccines?

More about long-term psyops re: “aliens”

Is the United States military capable/competent to assess craft violating their airspace as either human threats from another nation or as something non-human? Or, perhaps the American government is running another long-term psyop to deceive people? There are always many ways to interpret things.

This whole UFO phenomenon directly relates to the origins debate, as there can be NO doubt these things are real. But who is responsible? Since there are only two somewhat credible options for how we all got here (evolution versus creation), some good questions are:

Are these beings really some sort of “highly evolved ancient alien-gods” (evolution answer), OR……
If God really created the universe in a short period of time (eg a literal 6 days about 6000 years ago according to Genesis and the Bible) with only the appearance of great age, is that enough time for evolution?
If 6000 years is not enough time for evolution of life, then could these beings be demons out to deceive us upon open contact (creation answer)?
Or, might these beings, whoever and whatever they are, simply continue to deceive us subliminally with UFO projections in the sky to subconsciously suggest evolution explains everything?
Below video about UFO subliminal consciousness manipulation
Ultradimensionals don't want disclosure?
If so-called “science” and Hollywood propagate the idea that evolution is a fact that proves there is NO such thing as God, does this idea make logical sense, since humans must be evolving into God then, so God must definitely exist, conceptually at least, even if humans have not yet “evolved” into what we imagine God to be?
Are there other possible credible answers, such as Jason Breshears of archaix fame postulates that advanced humans used technology to project our consciousness into our simulated reality, so nothing your 5 senses detect is real anyway, including UFOs?! Do we live in a simulated reality, like the matrix movie dramatized? Many possibilities!

IMHO, we are possibly being conditioned for open contact, and everybody will have to decide this issue for themselves. Here are more government admissions to help the masses move to this point: June 25, 2021 - The UFO pentagon report -- Preliminary Assessment: Unidentified Aerial Phenomena below:

"Although most of the UAP described in our dataset probably remain unidentified due to limited data or challenges to collection processing or analysis, we may require additional scientific knowledge to successfully collect on, analyze and characterize some of them. We would group such objects in this category pending scientific advances that allowed us to better understand them. The UAPTF intends to focus additional analysis on the small number of cases where a UAP appeared to display unusual flight characteristics or signature management."
"we may require additional scientific knowledge" ... for such ... "objects in this category pending scientific advances that allowed us to better understand them" ... because these ... "UAP appeared to display unusual flight characteristics or signature management"

Pentagon techno-babble isn't so hard to decode, is it? They are saying our science is too primitive to understand these UFOs, their flight characteristics/capabilities, and lack of discernible propulsion emissions. Are they lying as a cover story for a psyop? You decide!

I'm not even an expert and I can read the implications clearly & easily. If you cannot, then you are spiritually asleep to the truth about what is going on. The Matrix has you!

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