“Circling our galaxy, we invite any ETs whose path we cross to join us. We vector them to us by focusing our thoughts on our spiral galaxy and the arm of Orion. From there we head back to our star system and the nine planets revolving around our sun. We lead our ET friends to our blue world, the third planet from the sun, escorting them to the eastern seaboard of North America and back to the dark contours of the Blue Ridge Mountains, beckoning them to join our community in this clearing, inviting them into our circle. We ask them to manifest in any form they feel is safe… in electronics, in sound, in physicality.
“Now I will remain silent while each of you repeats the remote viewing journey we just completed together, vectoring other civilizations to us, allowing your mind to connect with any interstellar vessels that cross your path.”
Adam attempted the mental exercise, making it as far out as the moon before he drifted off into sleep…
The woman from Wisconsin shook him awake.
“… anyone else have anything they’d like to share? Yes, Andrew?”
The heavyset Brit rose to his feet, bundled in his orange parka. “Moving off into space, I thought I sensed the color yellow flowing in a counterclockwise direction.”
Adam coughed, attempting to suppress a chuckle.
Dr. Greer was not amused. “Colors, sensations, scents — anything can remind us of something we may have remote viewed without even realizing it. What’s important, Mr. Shariak, is that you first believe something is possible in order to perceive it. If you had not first believed in aerodynamics, you could never have flown a helicopter. There is a saying, ‘as ye have faith, so shall your powers and blessings be.’ This is faith, not in the religious sense, but in an affirmative confidence that something can be, and to that extent, it will be. Knowing this helps people get out of their own way.
“Anyone else?”
It was almost three in the morning by the time Adam found himself back in the Greer’s guest room. Chilled to the bone, he thought about taking a hot shower until he sat on the queen-sized bed. Succumbing to gravity and fatigue, he managed to kick off his shoes and turn off the desk lamp before his head hit the pillow.
Moonlight violated the open slats of the Venetian blinds, casting a luminous pattern on the opposite wall. Too tired to move, Adam stared at the wall and the pattern of reflected lunar light, his mind drifting even as he realized…
There’s someone looking through the window at me.
He could not see the face peering in through the gaps in the Venetian blinds, only the long shadow of its enormous head, and the bulbous compound eyes and antennae. Instinctively he knew the extraterrestrial was a species of insect — first because the praying mantis was five feet tall; second because it had two legs and two arms, with sharp spikes protruding from the forearms.
What was really bizarre was Adam’s response. He simply continued to lie in bed, watching the being that was watching him. He had no doubt the Mantis-Man was intelligent and, like his own species, a product of evolution. The difference was simply the source material; humans having sprouted from primates, his visitor’s race from insects.
He waved at the ET.
The ET waved back.
Comforted by the being’s response, Adam rolled over and fell asleep.
“… huh?”
He opened his eyes to see Emily Greer hovering over him in her bathrobe.
“Come quickly, Steven needs you.”
Rolling out of bed, Adam methodically placed his bare right flesh foot next to the mechanical version of his left. Stand… and left… right… left—
Leaving the bedroom, he headed for the stairs, fighting the urge to hop down on his right leg to save time.
What the hell…
Amber waves of sunlight were streaming through the open front door and windows, the light so bright he could not see the front entryway.
Steven Greer was standing outside in his bathrobe and gray sweatpants, looking up at the source of light.
Adam, come out here and join me.
The Under Secretary of Defense rubbed his eyes, attempting to wake up. Greer’s words had echoed in his mind, and yet the man’s mouth had never opened.
Yes, I can hear your thoughts and I know you can hear mine. Now come outside please and let them see you.
Them? Vaguely recalling something about insects, Adam strode awkwardly out onto the front porch, grabbed Steven’s arm… and looked up.
“Whoa shit.”
The extraterrestrial vessel was enormous, its chevron-shaped undercarriage, hovering fifty feet above the roof of the Greers’ farmhouse, easily two hundred feet across. Three amber lights were aligned in the shape of an equilateral triangle, and everything within its borders appeared to shimmer.
Stay calm. They want to meet you.
As they moved away from the farmhouse, Adam registered a strange sensation — the air now still, the temperature noticeably warmer.
What’s happening?
Removing the laser pointer from his robe pocket, Dr. Greer aimed it down the driveway and pressed the power switch.
The green beam of light traveled seventy feet before dispersing into a prism of color.
My God… Greer, are we inside the vessel?
Yes, only it’s not completely phased in. I want you to meet a friend. Adam Shariak, this is Kindness.
As Adam watched, a luminous light appeared before him, materializing into the form of a woman. Her head was round and hairless, her eyes — almond-shaped, her features that of another species, yet still quite feminine. Only the lack of flaps around her ear holes identified her as something not quite human. She wore a one-piece outfit composed of a reflective silver cloth, and both the material and her pale skin seemed to shimmer.
She smiled at Adam, emanating an energy which exuded compassion.
Kindness was introduced to us through the spirit of my assistant, Shari, shortly after she died in 1998. Kindness is an ambassador to many species. While she still exists in the physical world, she shares a God-consciousness that allows her to function as an avatar in the spiritual realm. There are twenty-seven emissaries aboard this vessel, and many more that remain in orbit outside the crossing point of light.
Why are they here… oh!
For a brief, powerful moment Adam Shariak’s consciousness suddenly bloomed, allowing him to observe the Earth from the vantage of a higher dimension — and what he absorbed was as enlightening as it was frightening.
Suckling energy from the star about which it orbited, the blue world functioned as a living, breathing complex synergistic system designed to incubate, birth, and sustain life. Its heartbeat was the rock-steady spin which perpetually circulated its life-giving fluids; its lungs were the Amazon rainforest; its kidneys the oceans. Ice at the poles and heat at the equator regulated its thermostat; magma regenerated its skin.
For the last three-and-a-half billion years, the Earth had served as an incubator for life, its ever-changing atmosphere, seas, and land evolving to serve the complexities of its species.
And now one of its offspring had given it cancer.
The malignancy was everywhere. The Amazon rain forest, once lush, dense, and green was decimated and dying, its breathing capacity operating at the equivalent of half a lung. This exacerbated conditions in the atmosphere, which appeared thick with carbon dioxide and other greenhouse gases.