PROLOG



My first contact with Japhalein and certain members of the crew came in the fall of 1959, on the southernmost tip of an island known as Estero Island, or Fort Myers Beach, Florida.

It was a warm, balmy October evening, and my companion and I took a ride to the shopping center to get some ice cream cones. My companion came out of the drug store with a rather quizzical expression upon his face, and said to me, "For some reason or other, I feel we should go to the `South Tip'. Is that okay with you?"

I readily agreed, but wondered at his statement, for he is a very practical person, and not one to speculate in areas of communication.

When we were within a half mile of the end of the island, we saw a brilliant reddish orange light in the southeastern sky, travelling at a rate of speed which was too incredible for any aircraft that we have knowledge of or use on this planet at this time. The light moved very rapidly toward the south and suddenly it disappeared from sight ... but an aura of light could be discerned which delineated the path it had taken. Within seconds the aura disappeared, also.

By this time we had arrived at the end of the island, and we stopped the car, turned off the lights, and sat . . . both of us pondering what had happened. Then I was given the name "Japhalein", and was told that I would have more information on this very soon, which I told my companion about, and we drove back in silence wondering about the credibility of the experience.

Two nights later, most of the questions we had were answered clearly and without reservation, and this is an account of the events which have occurred since that first contact.

In order to keep this as factual as possible, I am considering this a "reporting" job that I consented to do, and therefore I withhold information which could be classified as "personal", which includes any considered qualifications, status, profession, etc.

Many people have reported sightings of a "huge cigarshaped mother ship"; others have reported psychic experience aboard that ship; still others have reported personal contact with crew members. I submit here my report. Whether or not it is real to you, whether you can "believe" it or not, whether you have had similar experience, is not within my right to demand.

Somehow I do feel that, as many read this account, they will experience a familiarity with the surroundings as pictured. This may be in varying degrees of reality, so I am not inclined to make any further suggestions on that matter. If it seems fiction to you, then I hope you enjoy the reading. If it seems too real to be fiction, then I invite you to discover what else you know about the great ship Japhalein.

 

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CHAPTER

1

ALL ABOARD! 

 

 

The small space craft that I was in now came within sight of its gigantic mother ship, and the three crew members of the small scout ship were busy with various instruments. I looked out the viewer and saw a large gaping hole appear in the forward part of the mother ship, and I saw that we would soon be "flying" right into her side.

My information was that the ship I was aboard was named Mary Bell, and was the scout ship which I had seen that night on the island. She was a small bell-shaped ship, immaculate and efficient in structure. A three-man crew was all that she needed. My informants were the crew members, who were each one familiar to me, but I could not say how at that moment.

Almost as quickly as we entered the "hold" of the mother ship, the large portal closed with no detectable sound. We came to an almost instant stop deep within her insides, and an opening appeared in the scout ship where I had seen something that looked like shelves, which I now understood were actually stairs inverted against the bulkhead of the ship and attached to a door which opened forward (or "fell out", as I put it later when relating the experience).

The three-man crew stepped close to the stairway and stepped back, inviting me to go ahead of them, which I did willingly and with no thought of fear until I reached the middle step. (There were seven steps in all, and I noted as I was counting them that it seemed a strange thing to be doing.) Then I was gripped with fear! What was I doing, and how on earth did I get into this? I wished for more familiar surroundings, or at least something which I could predict. However, I kept going, for the three crew members were right at my heels. Reaching the bottom of the seven steps, one of the crew stepped to my right side, one to my left, and the third stepped out in front of us to lead the way.

A few steps further and we entered a small room, approximately six by eight feet in size, but the room had no corners; the ceiling was dome-like and the "corners" were all rounded. There were two chairs in the room, a small tray table, and two closed doors opposite each other, through one of which we had entered. I was bid to sit on one of the chairs, and the crew member who had led us sat on the other chair. The other two went through the door opposite the one we had come through, and I saw them no more for a time.

"You may call me Mara," offered the guide who sat with me, "and if there are any questions you wish to ask, please feel free to ask them." He had a kindly manner and seemed quite open-faced and forthright, a pleasantness of countenance similar to the sweetness I had appreciated in my grandmother's face. He was now throwing his peak-shaped hood back from his head, and I could see that he was more youthful than I had first thought. His hair was dark brown and slightly wavy, and he had a high forehead and perfection of profile.

"We should not have long to wait," he then said. This was news I was happy to receive, for my curiosity and apprehension were so high that I imagined I could hear my heart thumping and the rushing of blood through my veins in anticipation of the next event, whatever it was to be.

"Where are we ... is this some kind of satellite or something?" I asked.

"Yes, you could say it was some kind of satellite. That would be appropriate. This is the great ship Japhalein. Have you not heard of her?"

"No! Is there something I ought to know about this ship, or anything else?" I hastily answered and inquired.

He seemed very surprised at the answer I gave, as though he could not imagine anyone not having heard of Japhalein. "What name do you call the Galactic Communication Center by?" he asked.

"I never knew there was such a thing as a Galactic Communication Center, let alone having a name to call it," I told him. "There must be much that we do not know about on our planet. We do not have any official acknowledgement that space craft are real. None of our governments will admit to it, even though there are countless numbers of reports of sightings and other contacts. It just is not acceptable or reportable, as far as my government is concerned anyway."

"It seems strange that the occupants of a planet within our galaxy would not be informed about Japhalein. How do you go about clearing for space travel?" he asked, as though this were an everyday occurrence.

"Clearing for space travel?" I repeated, gulping a bit and wondering at his nonchalance at having presented such an idea. "My goodness, space travel is almost a myth on our planet. Oh, of course, someday we may be able to conquer space to that extent ... but no one really believes it, I don't think."

"Is that so?" Mara obviously could not quite comprehend the ignorance I was presenting him with. He shook his head slowly from side to side, and a slight frown clouded his face. "Are you familiar with inter-tele-version?" Hopefully, this time.

"Do you mean television?" I replied by asking.

"No, I mean inter-tele-version. We discarded television much time ago, for it was not efficient at all . . . at all. Do you still use it?"

"Yes, we still use it . . ." I replied weakly, for I was now beginning to feel like something that had been unearthed or had crawled out of a cave, or something archaic of form and purpose. "We have had television for some eighteen years now, and have begun to produce color television that can be bought by the average wage earner. Television is still not accessible to many of the occupants of our planet, though, for there are many areas yet uncivilized, where television transmitters are not available, and for lots of other reasons, mostly commercial."

Mara was listening intently and with a look of incredibility on his face, as though he were hearing something which was so staggering to his imagination that he found need to ponder over my words. I remember thinking to myself, "Well, how would I feel if a man from the Dark Ages on our planet suddenly sprang forth? He would seem incredible to me, I am sure, and it must be like that for Mara." So I tried to be patient with him in my thoughts, and help him to see that I was real, and that what I was telling him was indeed our way of life, and that he in his civilization had apparently gone far beyond us. I did not note until much later that I had forgotten my own fears and appre hensions in my interest in Mara and in not shocking his reality too much.

He leaned forward and asked, slowly so as to catch my reaction, "Have you ever seen the results of an inter-tele-version operation?"

"No, I am not even familiar with the word, let alone its operation. Can you show me one?" I felt this invitation would allow him to present something of their way of life and might make him more comfortable.

To my utter surprise, he broke out into gales of laughter, and rocked and rolled around on his chair, with the words he was now attempting to say coming out brokenly between the roars. Finally I managed to get what he was saying, and he kept right on laughing at the top of his voice. "Show you ONE!" Oh . . . I was trying hard not to act offended, for I really wasn't. I understood that I must have said something startlingly funny, and I just hoped that he did not feel embarrassed when the thing wore off and was no longer so funny, whatever it was.

"Show you one . . ." and he slapped his sides and laughed some more, and finally he said, "I don't know how I could SHOW you one. It isn't a thing at all. It is a measuring wavelength."

"Mara, escort our guest to the Lobby, please," a voice said, as though coming over a loudspeaker or intercom.

Mara leaped to his feet and replied, "Yes, sir, at once." Then, turning to me with some faint traces of laughter showing as tears in his eyes, he said, "Will you please follow me?"

 

 

Then, from a door at the far end of the room, I saw three people enter, all clothed in close-fitting suits of green material which looked much like our linen. I saw that they were all male, and as they walked in our direction, I suddenly knew they were coming to where I was, to talk to me.

By the time they reached me, I was very excited and felt somewhat awkward at my clumsiness of appearance and dress.

Mara stood up as they approached, and gave a slight, very slight bow in their direction.

"May I present Nor, Shem, and Felis ... this is Blanche."

We exchanged greetings and smiled at each other, and then we all sat down and exchanged common ordinary pleasantries for a few minutes. Then Mara told them of our conflicts in realities and our laughter, and they all seemed to enjoy it very much.

Our conversation went from these little things into an inquiry from Nor about how things were going these days on my planet, and I gave him a brief run-down on my views. There were many questions, many answers, and it seemed that more than an hour must have passed when finally Shem stood up and walked over to a section of the drapes and asked me to come and look as he drew the drapes back.

I looked out upon night and darkness, and the stars were as natural-looking as if I had been standing in my own back yard looking at them. Everywhere, there were stars, and the sky seemed somehow clearer than I had ever seen it before. I noted a lightness off to the right (similar to the way the Milky Way looks to us from the earth), and I was told that this was a different atmosphere, which appeared as a film to us as we looked into it.

Shem directed my attention to the constellation Orion, and it seemed as though I were looking at it exactly reverse from the way it appears from Earth. The home of the White Brotherhood, which we call "Sirius, the Dog Star", was pointed out, Arcturus was indicated, and so on and on until I saw that indeed I was looking at things reversed. Then Shem pointed to the sun which is the center of my home solar system, and he said to me, "We call that one 'Immanuel'. That is your sun. A little later, I will show you some things of interest to you and the inhabitants of your planet. But for now, I ask you to note the aura of your sun. Does it seem different to you than from the earth you live on?"

"Oh yes, very different. It looks more like Saturn would if it were enlarged five or six times . . . and I also see many colors which are not discernible from the earth. What are those rings I see? Can you tell me?"

Shem smiled. "Yes, I can tell you, but it is for another to do. If you have seen enough for now, we can go into the Statistics Chamber, and there your questions will be treated factually."

I had not really seen enough but my curiosity was greater than my desire to continue the looking, so I agreed to let it be so for now and go on to the so-called "Statistics Chamber".

"May I come back here later?" I asked Shem, as we walked across the Lobby in the direction of the door he had entered.

"It will be permitted, if you ask." Then he smiled. "There are so many things of further interest to you that you may not remember to ask," he said, with a knowing chuckle.

It began to occur to me that these folk with whom I had come into contact on this beautiful ship are not given to idle conversation. They use a minimum of words, and do not speak at all except under conditions which require some communication or answer to questions. It was quite comfortable to be with them when one realized this, for it was not necessary to be a sparkling conversationalist at all. Quite comfortable, I noted with a sigh.

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CHAPTER
3
STATISTICS CHAMBER, AND HOW!

Leaving the Lobby, we turned in a left-hand direction. A few feet down the corridor, Shem opened a door and moved a small car-like affair on small wheels out onto the tracks. The tracks were countersunk and the little car just appeared to sit down on them with ease and with no lifting or effort on the part of the person. I finally knew what a Beetle was, and I smiled a little to myself (I thought) over this cognition. I could see, though, that Shem also had a smile on his face, which I knew was in agreement with me, not a rejection. I wondered how he knew what I was thinking. If he did.

We stepped over the low side of the little Beetle and sat down on the seats, which looked large enough for three persons on each side of the car. There was also a little jump-seat which Shem chose to sit on for the operating position. As soon as we were seated, the car went into motion and we were speeding along the tracks at a very high rate of speed. It surprised me; there was not the slightest sound that I could hear.

"What keeps people from walking out of those doors and running smack into the Beetles?" I asked.

"The doors will not open when the cars are within twentyfive feet," he told me, "unless they are run off of the track, that is," he added. Later he showed me how when we have finished with the use of the car, we place it in a closet like the one we had taken it from. There is a dumb-waiter affair which distributes the Beetles throughout the ship automatically; this is so that all of the cars do not wind up in a few of the closets, and none in the others. The closets are placed at hundred-foot intervals throughout every corridor in the ship. There are twenty-one main corridors like the one we were in now, and there are more than five hundred intersecting corridors throughout the ten levels (floors) of the ship, and many small corridors which intersect other compartments.

By now, we had covered the length of the corridor that I could see from our starting position, and as we neared the end "wall", it opened, and we went right on through without any slackening of speed. The doorway or portal closed behind us after we had gone through, and once again I seemed to be at one end of another corridor about a mile long.

~you call this one of the main corridors, too?"

Shem answered, "No, this is still the same corridor. It is l ten sections, but is classified as one corridor. There are twenty one of these, and they are nine and one-half miles in length."

"Nine and a half miles!" I gasped. Then, somewhat stupidly, I asked, "How long is this ship?"

"It is eleven miles long, in your language. In our language, it is one pede." He looked at me to see how this satisfied me, and apparently realized that I did not quite comprehend what he was talking about. "We measure linear distances in pedes, lords, cubits, yens, tors, and diams. As you can see, one pede is equal to eleven miles in your language and measurements, and it is customary for us to not use the plural unless it is more than two we are speaking of. So we say, 'one pede' or 'two pede', then above that we say, 'pedes three, four, ninety,' and so on. One equals a single thing, two equals two single things, and so on. We count the same way as you do, otherwise."

"My, that is interesting. I would like to learn more about it, so that I can be acquainted with what I am talking about when I return home," I said. Then I wondered why I was thinking of returning home - no one even indicated that I would . . . or would not, for that matter. The thought surprised me, for up to this moment I had not considered anything but that I was on a visit, and like all guests, would return to my own home when the visit was over.

Shem depressed the little lever on the front panel of ti Beetle, and the car stopped. He got out, and I followed. The he took the car to a closet and pushed it onto a disc-shape platform, and closed the door.

We walked the next few feet, and entered a door into a small room like the first one I had entered on entering the ship. It was about six by eight feet, with two chairs and a tray table, and another door opposite the one through which we entered. Shem opened the other door, and we were in another huge room. But this time, there were many many people sitting at what looked like instrument panels and drawing boards, and other arrangements not familiar to me.

My attention was drawn to a figure clothed in red, and as I looked at him, he turned and looked at me with a smile growing across his handsome face. He said something to the two people he had been conversing with, and left them, walking hastily in my direction. Within a few feet of me, he extended his right hand to me and greeted me with, "Welcome aboard, Blanche."

Somehow I KNEW him, but I could not fix my thoughts on any where's or how's or when's. I just KNEW him . . . and I knew his name, also! "I'm very happy to be here, Paul!" I threw my arms around him, and we embraced. I felt tears in my eyes and a song in my heart. It was wonderful, for I knew this was my brother! The brother I had been seeking ... the one to whom I talked when my heart was heavy with problems of livingness. The ONE that I trusted with all of my secrets, and had thought him to be spirit only.

With his arm around me, we walked to the small anteroom, with Shem following us, and sat down for a visit, away from the others who were at work in the Statistics Chamber. My mind seemed foggy ... my memories were hazy, but none' theless they were coming to me, a bit more solidly with each instant that passed. I vaguely was aware that Shem had said something to me ... to which I replied automatically . . . and then he left us.

Bit by bit, between us, and with Paul's help, I began to recall. I knew I had not seen him for thirty-three years, by Earth time, and that, he was one who had conquered the fourth dimension, as I was also, when conscious. I knew that we were members of a brotherhood, the White Brotherhood, with a mission to accomplish which transcends the needs of any one planet.

"You are the first female to board our ship with the particular type of form you are using and from the planet from which you come to us just now. There have been two males from your planet recently, and until then, no one from the planet that you call 'Earth' had ever come across the great divide. You have a great responsibility now, Blanche, to your fellow Earth Beings as well as to those of us here and to the others who make up the Confederacy of the White Brotherhood. You must be reoriented. You will need to gather many facts, so that you can disseminate them without falsifying or altering the real truths. You need to understand that the physical laws to which you have been oriented, apply only in the environment in which they are created, namely, your planet. There is much to do, but it will be done comfortably, and will get done in the time-streams by a natural action of evolution. Are you willing?"

"Yes, I am more than willing . . . but I wonder, am I equipped educationally and practically to do such a job?" I asked.

"There is no 'equipment' needed, and education need not go beyond the ability to read and write simple factual reports. Actually, education is a barrier in some areas, due to what I have already stated ... that the known laws of man apply only to the environment for which they are intended or created. You would have much to unlearn if you had much of a scientific grasp on things native to the planet from which you come to us now." He was getting up now, and reaching his hand to me to assist my rising bodily from the chair. "Let us go back now, into the Statistics Chamber. Ready?"

"Not quite. Why are you dressed in red?" I wanted to know this, for it was so surprising to me that I thought it might be informative and of interest to others.

"I am Supreme Commander of this ship, in addition to being a Galactic Council Elder. We all wear red in our work and, as you already know, white in our Council meetings. Red deals with anything physical, and simulates the color of the physical blood. White is symbolic of the spirit form, and indicates the purity of the spirit form. I will give you more information on those two facts a bit later. Will that do for now?" He was smiling - such a beautiful smile. His face was one of strength . . . handsomeness rather than delicate beauty; a bit rugged, perhaps, but beautiful in its ruggedness. His body was graceful, yet extremely muscular and large. He moved with ease - no effort at all in picking his feet up and laying them down, yet I imagined you could not hear his footfalls, for they were utterly free of effort.

Back in the Statistics Chamber, he introduced me to several people and moved me from one place to another, inviting me to see all that I could; then later we would go back over what I saw, and I could ask whatever I chose. So I roamed idly around, much as one does in a museum, looking at all of the things which were so unfamiliar to me. Once in a while, one of the personnel would turn and smile at me. They all knew I was there and had a purpose, and they seemed friendly and understanding in their attitudes, and obviously content for me to be there poking my nose into everything and anything.

Dials arranged on a board which was about six by six feet in size, were marked with familiar numbers but strange words, such as "PRESSDIN" and "PRESSDON" (which I learned later meant "PRESSURE IN" and "PRESSURE OUT"). This was used to determine adequacies of craft in entering certain force fields and atmospheres.

On one panel which was very large, about eight by twelve feet in size, there was a large assortment of vials or test tubes (glass, I assume) which were varied in size, length, and contents. The contents were of different colors, and in spanning my attention across this panel, I had the illusion of a rainbow - somewhat different from what we customarily see in a rainbow, in that the colors were of many densities and qualities. I counted seventeen different shades of blue, for instance, and this was only one color I dealt with; each color had its many variations. The vials were arranged on the board with lights in back of them which were complementary to the colors of the fluids in the vials. I was fascinated with this panel, for as I stood watching, I could see motion in the vials, which seemed to respond to the lights flashing behind other vials, and an arcing effect occurred between two or more of the vials. It seemed a pleasing thing, but I had not the faintest inkling of intelligence as to its purpose or use. It was superb in its apparent simplicity, and baffling in its obviously necessary complexity.

Perhaps it was that I lingered so long at this panel, or perhaps there were other reasons, but soon I felt a touch on my right elbow, and Paul was there smiling at me.

"This is the most interesting thing I have ever seen, Paul. What is it, and what is it used for?" The words spilled forth, in my eagerness.

"That is an instrument we use in the measurement of wavelengths. It is really the heart of Japhalein, if anything is. All discordant factors in any zone of our galaxy are recorded there instantaneously with the occurrence. All progress into higher fields of creation is also detected. Every communication of certain magnitude is picked up on this instrument, and it performs what we call 'inter-tele-version', which is a process which transforms content into color, and the measurement of the wavelength can be calculated here on this manual control switch." He indicated the switch which was installed on the right-hand front corner of the table which sat beneath the panel. "As these lights flash on and off, and the arcing that you see occurs, the wavelength is registered here on this dial." He pointed to an oval-shaped dial which was also mounted on the table, with a large cable going from it to the panel.

"What do you mean by 'certain magnitude of communications'?" I wanted to know.

"As you already know, certain densities of materials attract unto themselves the lighter densities, which then become converted into energies compatible to the denser body, of whatever nature it is. Well, here with this highly sensitive instrument, we have filtered out many of the denser communications so that the thought forms are the ones which are picked up, rather than the impacts, explosions, or other grosser communication methods." He paused, and I knew he was evaluating how I was comprehending this information. "It will be more understandable for you if I show you one phase of the operation. How would you like that?"

With my hastily given consent, Paul moved over to the female operator and spoke to her, at which time she removed a glass shield from her eyes and stood up facing me. Paul introduced us. Her name was Fina, and he told me that she had been on this project for twenty Earth years. She was wholesome looking, with a beauty like I described Paul as having - a strength, a handsomeness which seemed entirely feminine, whereas with Paul it was distinctly male. Perhaps I could clear this up for the reader if I said there was a qualitative something rather than a quantitative something, a clear beauty rather than a "cosmetic" or imitated beauty.

Fina moved quickly and very deftly manipulated her hands over many dials and switches, turning each to a position which read "DESIST". As she was doing this, Paul explained to me that she had been doing some radiation measurements, and that we were now breaking that contact in order to set up a demonstration for me.

Paul asked me what area within our galaxy I would be interested in, and showed me a huge chart on an adjoining table, where the entire field of the galaxy was portrayed and blocked off into zones, each zone bearing a number and a name. I couldn't determine very much from the chart, being unused to a display of such a huge area of our universe. "Where is the earth on this map?" I asked.

Again Paul's quick but understanding smile accompanied his response to my question, and soon he was pointing to a tiny pinpoint on the chart and saying, "This is the approximate position of your planet. The number is '666' and the name 'Covenant'." He caught my startled expression, but went on. "What do you wish to examine?"

"I want to know what the true plans of the Communists are, and whether or not they do plan attack against our nation," was my reply. That, too, surprised me, for I had not been conscious of such political interests.

Paul gave Fina the indicating signal for her to comply, and she went to work. I could not begin to tell you all of the things she did, nor the various settings that she made on the different instruments and devices. I am not sure that it is important to know, anyway, except for one thing: I did note that she set one of the larger dials at the indicated reading of "666", and the last thing she did was to indicate on a dial which was mounted on the table in front of the panel, again "666". Then she turned the switch on, and there was a series of strange vibratory motions, some slight sound, and then the dial needles stopped, the sound stopped, and arcing began to take place between four of the main test tube affairs.

Then Fina turned to Paul and asked if he wanted her to do the reading. "You are more familiar with the interpretation of the symbols than I am, Fina. So please, yes, you do it," he answered her. Fina nodded her consent, and motioned to me to and by her right side.

Then she began telling me the story she read there on that incredible instrument panel, in a voice which was low of pitch and with a wonderful quality I must describe as "smooth", for I know no other descriptive word for it; it was a most pleasant voice.

"Here you see the majority thinking of the powers you call 'Communistic'. The red indicates a physical desire to conquer the physical beingness of those who will surrender or agree with the plans and tactics of the Communistic powers." She was pointing to a large test tube which had taken on a murky red appearance, with the light behind it changing to a dark and milky-appearing green. (I didn't make any sense out of looking at the panel display, but her words did make sense.)

She went on. "There is a plan for attack, which CAN be enacted at almost any time. It is their plan to discharge what they call 'guided missiles' with atomic warheads at every major city in the country called the 'United States'. This is planned to occur simultaneously, with mass destruction to every major center. They CAN do this, and they know they can. However, there is spiritual guidance being given to scientists in your country, by which an automatic destructive beam can blow up those missiles IF they are within the sound barriers native to your planet. It is hoped that most of them will be exploded over the seas, but the man-made radioactivity is itself a threat to human life, for in such a case as I describe, the fall-out would be fatal to human forms in a slow, lingering, torturous death by deterioration. This contamination would also affect those who originated its release into the atmosphere. They are aware of this, and have taken precautions against it with certain electronic devices that are as yet not known generally on your planet. The masses are not considered with any empathy whatsoever, but adequate protection is already arranged for those who are intended to survive such a condition and be the remaining power on the planet. This is their scheme in brief.

"There is a bit more here that I feel you would like to know, and that has to do with the psychopolitical aspect; mainly, that the fear of man is the tool that can be used to destroy him. You are already familiar with this strategy, but one thing you are not aware of is that the fear productions are introduced in several ways, such as mental telepathy to pregnant women, about bearing a deformed or retarded child; introduction of fluids and serums for the purpose of inoculation; the resistance which is being created against the idiocy of advertising methods; the resistance which is being created against the use of drugs or narcotics, which make a person highly susceptible to atmospheric conditions designed to dull the senses and desensitize the form."

She paused here, and I knew that she was speculating about whether or not I had gotten her message, and if I had any questions. Which I did.

"Thank you, Fina. Some of this I am already aware of, but there are two things I would like to know. First, is there a way the psychopolitical tactics can be used against our heads of state, without being detected by our scientists on their present levels of understanding?" This was my first question.

Fina turned to the panel again, studied it for a brief moment, and then turned to face me. "Your suspicions are wellfounded. Yes, there does seem to be something. Shall I pursue it?" she wanted to know.

"Yes, I would like to know. But first, let me ask my second question before you change any of the settings. Is it true that man's blood has to be cleansed to survive the conditions that are soon to be experienced on my planet? If so, what are the methods?"

Once more Fina turned to the panel and looked at it thoughtfully, then said, "I will have to make some different settings to get the full information on both of your questions, since this setting has to do with political thought rather than control of physical bodies or minds." Then she added, "Did you know that the power on the earth that opposes you is a Being using a hunchbacked form?" Again she turned to look at me, as I pondered the question.

"I did not know that. Just who is that person?"

"His name is Adolphus Reifschneider" - she spelled it - "and he was the chief of all Germanic scientists in the development of the buzz bomb. He is a great opposing power with much advanced information that can be used against you. For instance, he has a sensitivity developed to the point of discernment of any detection you make about him or his plans. This can be used to disperse your thought when you are really getting close to something he does not want you to know about. The device is called a 'tele-scopidea'. We can teach you how to cope with, and how to offset, that device while you are here visiting us. I do think you should be informed." She surprised me to the point of speechlessness with this information, for I somehow had a familiarity with what she said.

"Oh yes, I DO want to know all I can be taught about these things. Thank you!" I answered her, as she caught her lips with her teeth before saying, "It is most important . . . more than I thought at first."

"Now, I will attempt to answer your other two questions, and we will get on with the work we have seen to do." She turned while still speaking, and quickly began to change the dial settings of three of the dials and two of the gauges. "You wanted to know if certain factors could be used against your heads of state without being detected. Yes ... and here is how: through intravenous introductions. Primarily, this means encouragement to injure or tire oneself, resulting in a physician administering shots. This is enough of an introduction in itself, without the use of what is called 'antibiotics'. Antibiotics result in blood deficiencies; rightfully they should be called 'antibodies', for they are indeed that. A mental telepathy operator can use this to communicate various ideas and/or hallucinations to the subject. It is a most vicious situation, for it really amounts to using the person's own energy against him. It is not easily detected, nor is it a conscious intention on the part of the ones who administer the drugs. They are usually really dedicated to the cures of mankind, and really mean well. It is not within their realm of reality to see what they are doing ... but did you know that most of the physicians on your planet are apathetical about REAL cures?"

Fina stopped for breath now and looked at Paul, then at me shaking my head from side to side in an attitude of disgust more than anything, for I had a feeling that all was not well when I posed the question.

"Clarify one thing for me, please, Fina. Did you say that antibiotics were used to introduce hallucinations in another person?" I was very serious in asking this.

"Yes, indeed. Are you familiar with how it works?" she answered and asked.

"No, I admit I am not. Is it something that I should know?"

"Your second question dealt directly with this. As I re, member it, you asked if man's blood had to be cleansed in order to survive on your planet, and this is a direct connection to the information recorded here. All of these factors are connected."

"Antibiotics have saved many lives on my planet, and this information is not going to be accepted readily," I offered.

"That is part of the purpose for your visit here at this time. These conditions will be presented to you for your understanding, for you are in need of more help than you have right now." This from Paul, who had not said anything since the detection and measurement began.

Fina said, "Man can only be defeated by his own agreements. Do you see that purple light behind that tube? Well, that indicates the susceptibility of your people; it indicates their indecision and their hopelessness, and the opposers know about that. When one considers that he can do nothing about a situation, he becomes careless. This is the place where the enemy can be successful in attacking. That is how the 'war of nerves' is conducted."

Now Paul stepped forward and said, "Fina, thank you very much. Please give me the readings on a piece of paper, so that I can translate these things into understandable material for her use. We are running out of time for this visit. I note on the inter-tele-version that daylight is dawning at Blanche's home, and she should return to her post for now. We can communicate with her very well."

I felt a pang of regret at having to leave here, and must have shown it, for Paul put his arm around me gently and smiled. "You can remain, but we must transport that body very shortly."

Fina handed Paul a piece of what they called "paper", which looked like wood. Then she smiled at me and said, "I am looking forward to having many visits from you. Call upon me anytime; my code number is 111332."

"Thank you ever so much!" I exclaimed to her, with a genuine appreciation of her skill, her willingness to help, and her fine friendly way of expression.

"You are indeed welcome." With that, she turned and sat back in front of the panel with a wave of her hand, and Paul began to lead me toward the anteroom.

"You will find that some of these things will become clearer to you as you go about your daily life on the planet that you are about to return to. You will feel an urge to write at times .. . and by all means do so, for in this way we can contact and inform you, or warn you, whatever needs to be done. If you feel an urge, do it, and think about it later. Do you think you can do that?" Paul asked.

"Yes. I have been training for several years, and I do believe that I can," I answered.

Shem seemed to appear from nowhere, and was standing beside me as Paul gave me the parting instructions. "Be alert and willing to receive communication from us, and you will have no trouble. We will protect you until all of the work we have to do with you is finished." Then he leaned over and kissed me, and said, "Have courage. We are all with you."

Tears smarted my eyes at the thought of having to leave, but I DID know that my work was truly just beginning. So I walked after Shem down the corridor, in deep deep thought.

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CHAPTER
4
ME, IN THREE PARTS

Going aboard the Mary Bell again, I felt a bit wistful at the great difficulty I would have in relating the experiences of this night. I knew that it would be best left untold, except to a very few selected persons; otherwise I would be subjecting myself to ridicule and accusations as to the sincerity of my report. Somehow I knew it would be like that, and I seemed to be being forewarned of subjecting myself to this type of publicity. There seemed a definite inner something dictating secrecy and silence.

Within what seemed like a few minutes, I was again standing in my fleshly body on the now cool sand of the beach, and I knew that I had not moved that part of me at all. What had occurred was a projection of self in some form which does indeed have mass and content similar to the more dense body which is commonly used on our planet. That part of me which has form and sensitivity now actually was permeating the physical body native to this planet, and the two were again one.

The chill of dawn now became real to me, and I hurried to my beach home, which was not located directly on the beach but rather was back two short blocks from the Gulf of Mexico. Reaching the house, I ran up the stairs and sank wearily into a deck chair that we had on our sun deck which ran across the full width of the house. It was the place from which I had often witnessed the sunrise, and I noticed that the sky was getting lighter and lighter in the east. Then I saw a disc-shaped ship flash swiftly overhead!

I sat up with a start, for I knew that was not the Mary Bell; she was definitely bell-shaped! This ship was smaller and more disc-shaped than anything I had ever seen pictured as a space craft. Had I been watched? If so, what would be the result? Were they friend or foe?

Then I lay back again against the stiff back of the deck chair and shut my eyes, and soon I was quite relaxed. I knew that the mental body and physical body were one again, and I felt quite secure in the knowing, when I suddenly caught myself looking through the windows of the Lobby aboard Japhalein! How could it be? I could still feel the deck chair! Surely I was just recalling the events of earlier that night, and looking at memory pictures.

"No, it is quite true that you are still here, Blanche," Paul's voice said. "The body that you used has been returned safely to join and become one with the denser body, but you are still here with me, and we will now proceed with our work. But first, look at me, please."

I could still see the stars and the blackness of the night through the windows, and I could not seem to turn to look at Paul. It was as though I were a pillar standing facing one direction, without mobility, without the ability to move any parts.

Again, the voice. "Look at me," it said.

"How can I look at you when I have nothing to look with .. and you are not there at all?" I deplored.

`You simply need to know where I am and you will see me. Now, come . . . try it." was the reassuring answer.

Then I opened my eyes in another direction. I was still seeing out the window, but I was also seeing the form of Paul. Incredible! It was like a double exposure on a film - two impressions impinged upon the same frame of space! "That is fine... now withdraw your attention from the window," he spoke gently and so very easily.

He did not tell me how to do this. He just insisted that I do it, and I was not sure that I could. "I don't know how," I told myself. Then suddenly I did what he told me, and there he was, as solid as he was earlier when I had the eyes to see with.

"That is fine!" Paul acknowledged. "Now make yourself more solid," he directed.

Oh dear, how would I ever do that? This was all new to me, and I just knew that this time he asked more of me than I was capable of. He was waiting, and I wanted to cry out to him that he gave me far too much credit for ability . . . when he suddenly spoke again. "That is very good. Thank you."

Had I actually done it? I was somewhat amazed at the lack of effort in all of the doing he had directed me in. Then I looked down at my form, and I saw it! As though answering my unspoken question, Paul answered, "Yes, you have actually done it. Come here and see." He was directing me now to a mirror.

It was frightening - I could still feel the deck chair! Yet there in the mirror I saw my form, the beloved form that I had not seen in many many years. Then I knew ... this was my spiritual form, the one that I used for the Council meetings. A new perception seemed mine. No, it was in truth a perception I had always had and seldom used these days. I had even forgotten that it was possible, in my deep interest in the level of life I had been so very wrapped up in.

Paul's face was aglow. His eyes seemed to have a thousand lights in them as he said, "Now command the body to get up from the deck chair and go to bed."

I felt a bit foolish, but I did as he directed. And again ... I did it! I was aware of the body "down there" walking the length of the sun deck ... I felt the jarring of the heels, and the motion . . . now the handle of the screen door was impressed upon my sensitivity . . . on, through the kitchen, seeing it .. . and into the bedroom. I remained aware during the undressing of the body "down there" . . . the bathing of the form . . . the rough bath towel used in the drying process . . . then into bed ... oh so tired. And, I had witnessed it all!

"It is much better to learn by doing. Just so long as the o directs the doing has no personal motive," Paul informed

"All of this seems so new ... yet I know it is not the first time I have done this. I feel that it is just the first time I have been aware on all three planes at the same time," I responded. "Yet that is only true lately, for I know that back in time I have done this with just as much awareness or MORE as I did just now."

"Yes, you have indeed. We are waking you on the higher planes, and it is a gradual awakening. You are a pleasure to work with, too, my dear sister." Paul's voice was warm and full of affinity.

"Now we have much to do while your mental and physical rest in sleep, so let us go. Ready?"

"I am ready, Paul, and I want you to know how much I appreciate your patience. I could not have responded to a person who forced, or pushed at me," I told him, with deep feeling.

His answer to that was a smile and a reassuring hand on my arm. We moved across the Lobby and out into the corridor, turned left, went to a closet, and in a few minutes I was again in a Beetle, speeding down the tracks. This time, however, there was a noticeable lack of tension. I felt as light as a breeze, and without care, for I knew that the form I was using was actually indestructible. What a difference it made!

We had progressed through three sections of the corridor, when the little car came to a stop. Paul got out, opened a door, rolled the Beetle in onto a disc platform, pressed a lever down to a reading that indicated "4", and we were now shooting straight upward.

As we went up silently, Paul told me that we were going to the fourth level, to the Assembly Hall. I was to attend a lecture. This seemed most boring to me, in my considerations. "Why, when I have such a feather-light body, do I have to sit through a dull lecture?" I was thinking. And then I realized that Paul knew what I was thinking just as surely as though I had shouted the words, for he said to me, "Can you be content to experience something without first evaluating how it will be?"

If I had the kind of body with the kind of face that would blush, I would have. I did, however, experience the embarrassment at being caught with my thoughts, and I knew that this was something I would have to get used to again. I had been such a long time in the world of tact, diplomacy, and hypocrisy.

We were again in a corridor, very much like the one that was most familiar to me on the first level, except this fourth level was all done in a silvery gray, a very lovely shade. Except for the color, all else appeared the same.

We went through three sections of the corridor, and finally Paul stopped the Beetle and held out his hand to me to disembark, which I did, holding onto his warm strong hand. Next, he put the Beetle in a closet as per custom, and moved alongside of me, leading me to the right and down the corridor on foot for a few feet. Then Paul stopped outside a door with a strange symbol on it, and knocked softly.

The door opened, and I saw another female. Paul introduced us and I learned her name was Saral. I was to go with her and be prepared for the assembly. When I was ready, Saral would take me to him, where he would wait for me, in one of the small anterooms. He left us then and walked away in the direction from which we had just come, and Saral closed the door.

What a lovely room I was in! Once more it was a huge room, but this time it was draped on three sides with lovely drapes of all pastel hues, blending into a lovely spectrum of color. The other wall was all mirrors, and before the mirrors were small tables, and I suddenly knew this was a sort of powder room. There was a door through which we walked and we were in another lovely room, with white carpeting, several small booths on one side, and a long tubular-shaped drum on the other side of the room.

Saral told me to remove my garments and step into the vapor drum. I did as I was told, and I was now inside of the large drum and vapors were being sprayed as a very fine mist all over my body. It was a wonderful feeling! The vapors seemed to have no temperature on impact, but there was a fragrance which was faintly reminiscent of orange blossoms. I saw that the drum was sectioned off, and I was sure that there were several compartments like the one I was in.

I was in no hurry - it was so pleasant - but very soon Saral called to me to come out, and she stood waiting to throw a towel-like affair around my form. Only it was more like fur - so soft . . . so fluffy . . . and no roughness at all.

Very expertly and with tremendous speed, Saral had me brushed, dried, and dressed in a delicate-looking robe-like gown of pale blue. It had a silver girdle about the waist. Silver sandals of the thong variety were placed before me to step into. Then she handed me a small silver fan and turned me around to face the mirror.

If you have never seen your aesthetic form, then you cannot know the simple beauty of it. No make-up, no hairpins, no fuss, no muss - just plain and simple beauty. I was pleased with the image I saw, and wondered why I did not think to make it a bit taller and more stately-looking, but - I shrugged my shoulders - I was happy just the same.

"Now, let us go," Saral suggested, as she moved toward the doorway with me following her.

Then I noticed that Saral, too, had changed her clothes. She had a soft pink robe-gown on, also with the silver girdle and sandals, and she had tied her beautiful honey-colored hair up with a pink ribbon.

As we proceeded to our agreed-upon meeting place, she told me that the law of cleanliness was observed in all levels of life, and that we were now to have an experience which could not be subjected to any waste matter such as accumulates on any form. We had to be clothed and cleansed for this assembly. "Our speaker tonight is one from your present planetary home. His name is Karl Marx. Do you know of him?"

"Why, I think I have heard the name," I answered, but still had not placed it. "I don't know, at the moment, what I have heard. But it will come to me, I am sure." And I w right! It sure did!

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CHAPTER
5
A COMPLETE CIVILIZATION

In order to keep this report as factual and as much in sequence as I can, it is proper and fitting that I go on past the lecture subject and the resulting conference which I attended. I was told that it was not the time to reveal the things I had learned, but that there would be a time - "within three years, your time" - that I would let it be known as a part of the new-age evolutionary preparation. So, for this time, to keep things in their proper sequence, I will withhold the information. But I assure you it is included in this story, and will be found later in the report at the point in the sequence of events where it was given clearance.

Paul and I left the Assembly Hall, walking slowly and silently to the corridor. We moved through the crowd without touching anyone, just as though everyone stood aside for us, which in reality they did not do. But the crowded conditions did not seem the same as crowds I had seen before, where pushing and bumping was a part of it. No, in this "crowd" there was a definite order, a contentment for each to occupy the space his form was in, and to move it out of that space, as he would, without being urged in any way. It impressed me tremendously, for I felt somewhat as though I were revered enough not to be walked over or tossed aside in someone's great need to hurry, hurry, hurry.

"We will go for a `refresher', and then I will have you shown around for a while before we end this visit. Would you like that?" Paul finally broke the silence, and I realized that I was not conscious of turning into the corridor or in which direction we had turned upon leaving the Assembly Hall. I turned and looked back quickly to see if I could see where the others were leaving the Hall, and I was greatly surprised to note that we had progressed about one hundred yards along the corridor and that we had turned right upon leaving the Hall. Once oriented, I turned back to Paul and answered him. "Yes, I would like that. I can see that I have lots of things to think about and to set myself straight on. I have been more or less content to understand things from the viewpoints which are presented through the press and other methods of communication on my planet, and I can see now that the commentaries and reports made are not anything more than wild guesses, as to events which are predicted, and especially the purposes." I was very serious.

"All in due time. my dear." Paul answered

Now we were entering through a door into a large Salon, and I could see many people were already there and others seemed to be heading in this direction, as I looked back over my shoulder once more. The Salon was in a very soft shade of green, with much gold in the trimming, the fixtures, the furnishings, and the other decorations. It was also a very large room, with about two hundred tables arranged neatly over the tremendous expanse of floor. Once more I noticed greenery near the windows, lovely ferny plants, somewhat taller than the ones

There were four to six chairs at all of the tables, and about half of them were filled with people talking softly, so that the over-all sound was like the drone of a large airplane at a great distance. It was pleasing to hear, and there was an occasional laugh which seemed to break the monotony of the drone.

One thing above all else stood out for me, and that was the fact that every one of the people was dressed like Paul or me. The females all had on the same robe-gown with silver girdle and sandals, that I had on. The only difference was that there were seven different pastel colors among them, I noted, and deliberately counted the colors . . . blue, pink, yellow, green, lavender, peach, aqua ... all pastel hues. It was a lovely sight.

The men all had on tunics which were hip-length, and fitted trousers which went to the ankles, and they also wore sandals. The colors of the men's outfits were in two shades of brown, two shades of green, two shades of blue, and red. Paul was again in red. I saw five other males in the room in red garments, but only their tunics were red; their trousers were white.

I knew that Paul is the Supreme Commander of the ship, but I saw no one salute him or even pay any special attention to him. This seemed pleasant to me also, that he could roam freely about without having people grab onto him or seek him out for his attention or in any way impose upon him.

We were now standing before a very large dispenser, similar in design to our large coffee urns, but much larger than any I had seen heretofore, and made entirely of glass (or whatever it was, which looked like glass to me). In one side of this large urn was a creamy-looking fluid, and in the other side was a pinkish fluid. Both looked very palatable, so that when Paul asked which I preferred, I was not sure. So he took two of the smaller cups and drew a small amount from each, and then a large cup, for himself, of the creamy-looking preparation.

As we walked to a table, I asked him what these drinks were, and he told me that they were preparations made from actual plant and insect life - nectar and pulp and fluid. He said that the closest thing to it that we have on our planet is honey, passion fruit, nuts, and certain cereals. He said that the preparation is made much like we make our punch, and that it is a "refresher". Later I learned that every bit of the preparation is entirely absorbed by the forms which are prevalent on Japhalein, and that there is no elimination such as we are accustomed to.

There is no other name for the drink. There is no other food. There is water. Each person has a different requirement as to how much water and how much "refresher" he consumes during a "phase" (which is the same thing as we mean when we say "day"). There is an average amount of "refresher", Paul told me, and that is the equivalent of our pint - one pint per person. Though he did say that sometimes no "refresher" is used, by himself or others, but only water, for as many as eight phases (days). This is due to the varied rates of absorption, and for no other reason.

Soon we were sitting at a table. As I looked around, I saw Fina sitting close by and she waved to me and smiled, and I returned the greeting in the same fashion. Far over on the other side of the Salon, I saw Mara sitting with Saral and two others, but they did not seem to see me.

Paul did not interrupt my observations, and within a few minutes I realized that I was ignoring him totally . . . and I looked to see if he seemed to mind. He did not. He had the same patient expression on his face, and was watching me with much pleasure. I just knew somehow.

I tasted the "refresher", and I cannot do justice to it with a description. It had a semi-sweet flavor, was room temperature, and seemed exceptionally smooth of texture. It just seemed to flow down my throat like oil, and was most pleasant. I noted that was the creamy-looking "refresher". So naturally I sipped at the pinkish-looking one, and found it to be quite bland, hardly any flavor or detectable temperature. It seemed to be similar to gruel, except that it had a sort of perfume about it which was barely detectable, and was neither sweet nor tart. I decided I liked that one best, for I did not seem to have a sweet tooth and preferred things that were not too sweet. I must admit here that the creamy "refresher" was not TOO sweet; it was very good. However, if I were to tire of one of these food-drinks, it would have been the creamy one first, I was sure. (Little knowing then that one tires of anything ONLY when one fails to create it with desire. There is no other reason, really.)

Well, I could not drink all of both of the "refreshers"; I could see that at once. So I concentrated on the pink one and drank about six ounces of it, and felt very comfortable, needing no more.

Shem now walked up to our table and inquired of me how I was enjoying everything. I replied that I was thrilled to participate in the actual events, rather than to have special events planned JUST for me. I noted that he and Paul exchanged a quick smile over that statement, and I got very suspicious then - suspicious of my own stupidity at accepting all of these things as being "routine". And then I realized for the first time that the lecture had been planned especially for my visit. I felt a little silly, but I didn't have to, for no one was ridiculing me; they just wondered when I would realize that I was a "plannedfor guest". Paul invited Shem to sit with us, and I caught from their exchange that it was a prearranged appointment, also.

We had a nice conversation that had to do with the lecture, and I was permitted to ask a few questions which had not been too clear to me. Then I was told by Paul that he thought I would like to spend the rest of this visit in looking over the ship, so he had arranged it with Shem to guide me; he would be in his own quarters, and when we were through, Shem was to take me there to him. Then he politely asked to be excused, and left us.

Shem said, "Shall we start here, in the Salon?"

"Yes, that will be fine," I answered, wondering how he could ask that, for we already had, I thought.

"Come," Shem invited.

We walked the length of the Salon, and in doing so, I w Nor and two of the Statistics Chamber crew whom I did not know by name but who smiled in recognition.

We reached the end of the wall we were walking alongside of, and I saw a double door, through which we went. On the door were the letters "C-u-l-i-n-a-r-y A-r-t-s". (I liked that very much; it seemed to show respect for the preparers of the "refresher". )

Within the room now, I saw that there were several people, both male and female, all dressed in white, with small caps on their heads and plastic-type gloves on their hands. Some of them were cleaning fruit; others were preparing what looked like nuts. There were large measuring cups, which I felt must hold about a gallon of fluid or food, and these were being measured full of fruit, nuts, and some thick substance (like honey) into a gigantic piece' of equipment, again made of glass. Shem explained its operation to me, and I compared it to our own blenders. I stood and watched the operator turn on the machine, and watched the motion of the ingredients as they hurried around the container in an attempt to blend. The process took several minutes. Then the operator turned off the machine and opened a valve, and the contents of the "blender" ran out of a glass tube or pipe-like channel into a waiting urn, which I knew had been cleaned and was ready to receive the contents. I was very interested in all of this. Then, as though reading my mind, Shem offered, "In your tongue, there would be 2,000 gallons in this lot. This will take care of the daily requirements of 15,000 people. These tanks are irradiated from within with what you call `ultraviolet' so that there is no spoilage, ever. We do not have the same problem that you do with bacteria, due to the radiation intensity here. But we are always aware that contamination might occur, so we use preventive methods rather than corrective ones."

We lingered a while longer, for I wanted to see the preparation of. the foods and watch the efficiency of the crew, which was incredible, for there was no waste motion - every movement counted. There was no such thing as waste, and the entire preparation was over with no trace of anything undone. No great cleaning job needed to follow, for the cleaning and putting into order took place right along with the actual work. It really was quite educational to watch this operation, and I learned a lot of things about my own wasted motion, things which have been highly useful to me since then.

From the Culinary Arts room, we went through a swinging door into a large storage room where there were compartments built right in like our kitchen cupboards, and each ingredient of the "refresher" was closeted separately. There were enormous supplies, it seemed to me, and then I had to realize that the consumption was very small in comparison with our needs on my planet. Shem told me that small craft bring in their food every forty-five phases, and that they have never even come dose to running out of supplies. Most of the supplies come from a celestial body called a "mansion", the like of which we do not have in our solar system YET.

Large storage vats for water were also in this compartmented room. I was told by Shem that the water is actually made from the vapors in the air, and purified, again with ultraviolet rays. A suction valve which has an exterior opening is opened each phase, and the vapors from the atmosphere are sucked in through the valve and converted into water.

He drew me about two ounces of the water so I could taste it, and I found it just as good as any spring water I had ever tasted. Again, it was room temperature, it seemed to me. So l inquired about the use of refrigeration, and Shem told me there is no need of it, and that extreme cold and extreme heat are never used at any time for any purpose as far as the intake of the forms, or cleansing, or any other similar use. He said that thermal misuse is a cause of disease on my planet, and I thought I knew some of what he meant, so I did not ask any questions about it. I found out later that I didn't begin to understand.

When I had indicated that I had seen enough of the storage compartments, we left that room and went back into the main corridor. Shem went to one of the closets and got out a Beetle, set it on the tracks, and invited me to get in, which I did. I was getting to where I liked Beetle riding - it was lots of fun.

We went through seven sections of the fourth-level corridor, and turned off to the left into one of the branching corridors. Shem slowed the Beetle down to a crawl, and started pointing and speaking. "You see that spherically-shaped room there . . . that is our Laundry. The clothes are segregated and put into those little chutes that you see opening into the antechamber, and they are never touched again until they are folded and ready to be returned. Each of those chutes deals with a certain section of our living quarters. All clothing is not only washed but also disinfected - again, this is a preventive rather than a corrective measure. The `weekly wash' of the occupants of Level Four is done here, each in just a matter of minutes. As they stand and chat, the clothes are handled, and returned in this chute, all ready to go. Each monitor of each wing has a special chute."

The Laundry was in operation at that time, or Shem would have taken me inside to see the mechanism. He did explain to me that the separating of garments is done by something similar to our electronic thickness-measuring devices. Weight determines what solution the garment should be washed in - not the weight of the garment, but rather weight of fabric. All fabrics are called "linen", I discovered, and they are all very different from anything we have. The closest would be dacron, and that is still considerably different.

The washing and rinsing, sorting before and after, and all folding, is done completely by automatically controlled devices. No ironing is ever needed, for no garment is of the nature to be ironed - there are never any wrinkles. Shem also told me that each person aboard Japhalein has a wardrobe, from skin out, of twelve complete outfits, and this includes shoes, boots, and sandals, as they are required. Most people work in their bare feet, and this is one of the secrets of why they seldom (if ever) experience tiredness. No mass ever builds up in the field of the body to tire them. Any accumulation is exhausted through the bare feet. (Which is something we had discovered about two years earlier, my co-workers and I.) Also, according to Shem, the type of body used aboard Japhalein releases incompatibles very quickly.

There are Laundries of this nature on each level, and it takes no one's time to handle great volumes of laundry. The only requirement is a routine check on the equipment occasionally, and that the maintenance crew handles, as they do all other such machines and equipment.

I never realized I could be so interested in a laundry procedure, but I was. I asked many more questions about the materials, the solutions he had referred to, and Shem answered each question clearly and definitely. I will not go into the details, for they really are not pertinent to the report except, as I have already said, that I found them interesting.

Now that I had satisfied my curiosity, Shem started the Beetle in motion again. After going a few feet, he turned it to the right into another of the branch corridors. I could see that the doors along this smaller corridor were closer together than in the main corridors, and Shem soon answered my unspoken question by telling me that we were now in the private living quarters section of Level Four.

"There are 2,000 people who live here," he said. He pointed out that the main corridor has many branches off of it, also, and that the rooms are set out in blocks, just like in our big cities. Each level of Japhalein is the same, with one exception, that being that on Level One the living quarters are forward, on Level Two they are aft, on Level Three they are forward, on Level Four they are aft, and so on throughout nine levels of the ship. (I assumed this is for the best balance, but did not ask.) Level Ten is different, Shem told me.

The Beetle stopped, and Shem got up from his jump-seat (at least that is what I call it) and held out his hand to me after climbing out of the little car. I took his hand, and as I got out, he told me that he was going to show me one of the living quarters so that I could have some idea of how they are arranged. He said that there are empty living quarters on each floor, and that the one he would show me is not occupied. Even though I thought that was strange, I did not ask any questions at that time. I just walked along with him as he talked, until he came to a corner suite on one of the blocks and opened the door and stepped back for me to go on ahead of him.

The room I stepped into was once more in green, a light lovely green like new lettuce, and it was completely trimmed in white - spotless and pleasant.

This room had four lounge-type chairs, and by each chair was a small table. The floor covering was the same quality as I had seen in the "powder room" and had the same soft fur-like quality, I could see, for I still had on the sandals, and did not feel it. I would say the room was about ten by twelve feet, and it was bright and inviting. Shem showed me how the lighting is controlled by a thing which looked very much like a thermostat, as we know them. The readings were from "1" to "15". I asked him to show me the various levels of lighting, and he walked over to the control and turned it to "1". The lights went down to a bare glow, like a tiny nite-light would emit. Then he set it at "7", and that seemed about how it was when we entered. Then at "15", and it was as bright as full sunlight. He told me that the control was a thermostat, and that I was correct in that idea, when I expressed it to him.

"Our lights are all controlled rays, and they do have various heat factors," Shem added, as we started into a tiny hall-like affair into the adjoining room. On one side of the hall was a small but complete dressing room; on the other side was the "powder room", which had one of the vapor drums, and a small sink just like those we know. (Toilets are not used, for there is no waste eliminated from these forms.)

The next room was the bedroom, and all of the furniture was built in. There were two beds, two nite-stands, and two benches. One wall was all drape-covered windows; each block had an outer wall, and this happened to be one of the outside suites. Shem told me that each of the living quarters is exactly like this one, except for individual creations as to color schemes and other personal additions. He also said that each one of the suites is occupied by a couple, male and female. (I wanted to know more about that, but I felt a bit too modest to ask him. I would ask Paul, I told myself.)

We left the suite and got back into the Beetle, and away we went again. Shem took me completely around one of the blocks so that I could have a better idea of the size of them, and then the next thing I knew, we were back in the main corridor again. We went through two more sections of that main corridor, and there was something new - glass windows all along the corridor, just like big plate glass store windows that I knew about. I could see that there were such things as repair shops for shoes, clothing, and also dispensing shops, and Shem said that worn-out garments are traded for new ones. The worn-out ones are disintegrated as fuel for the ship's ventilating system. No waste again, I noted.

We passed a beauty salon, a barber shop, and a dispensary for bulletins which are like our newspapers. It was a small shop, but I could see that there were bulletins all coupled together with some kind of plastic rings, and I was told that this is for reference back in time to any issue of the bulletin, which is put out each phase by the High Command. There were waste shoots along the main corridors, where the bulletins are deposited after being read; these bulletins are returned, the ink is removed, and they are used over and over again until they wear out, and then they, too, become fuel. The bulletins are done in symbols, and are about ten by twelve inches in size, with about six pages. They are on the wood-like "paper" that I had seen Fina hand to Paul in the Statistics Chamber.

As we drove on past these various shops, I saw a flower shop and I was a bit surprised at that, but Shem assured me that the females on this ship are just like our females - they all love flowers. The flowers are grown aboard Japhalein, he told me. That, too, was surprising and I asked him more about it, and he said he would show me later - for now, I should look as much as we had time for, and see all that I could, for we would soon be going to the ninth level. We went along the corridor at a rate which permitted me to turn my head from side to side. I saw a large shop where the garments are made, and saw lots of people, both male and female, working at machines which Shem called "seamers", which are used to put the garments together.

There was a fragrance shop, a tailor shop, a hobby shop, a small snack bar for "refreshers", and just about everything you can imagine except a grocery or drug store. Those things they do not have. No need.

From there, we went into one of the "elevators" and up to the ninth level, and we were again in a corridor; this one was painted (I assume it was paint) a very bright red, with gold trim and gold ceiling. We went into the next section of the corridor from where we had come out of the "elevator", and Shem told me we would get out of the Beetle. We did, he put the Beetle in a closet, and we entered a room which was fairly dark. I could see various flashing lights, and lots of faint outlines of equipment of some nature, and lots of people.

As my eyes became accustomed to the dark, I could see that there were many controls in this room, and that the people were all seated before panels which were covered with dials and gauges. The room looked similar in some ways to the Statistics Chamber. This is the Outflowing Communications room, I was told, and these people are in contact with every inhabited body within our galaxy. Each person is called a "monitor", and communicates directly to the areas he is assigned to. All of the communication is done by a wireless method, and the receiver is contacted through his own force field or mind (Shem said they were the same thing).

"Now, here is the section which deals with 'Covenant 666'. Come, and I will show you how it works," Shem offered.

As I stepped up to the panel, I could see a tape like a ticker tape, speeding out of its container, covered with symbols. Shem explained that this monitor is in contact with a "sensitive" on my planet who is sending information to the monitor in a way that we know as prayer. I did not ask what the message was, for I felt suddenly that I would be invading someone's privacy. I just watched the monitor record certain symbols on another tape by using a small thing which looked like an adding machine in most respects.

"The monitor sends to the High Command on that instrument," Shem told me, pointing to another large machine.

"That way, all immaterial information is filtered out so that the High Command only comes into contact with relevant materials which deal with whatever age they are in."

I spent quite some time looking over the various activities, and was informed by Shem that even the weather information from various sections of my planet is received, sometimes through conscious senders and other times through unconscious ones. (Lots of people are not aware of the telepathic communication they engage in, and the Central Communications System must monitor all of those idle thoughts so that no harm to others can come of it.)

"My goodness, if people knew that their thoughts were being received - the things they think and don't say - they would sure be careful of what they thought, wouldn't they?" I asked.

"Yes," said Shem, "but that is a lesson for your people to learn yet. They do not have the slightest inkling, in most cases, that their thoughts are sent out, so it means that we must monitor them, or they could accumulate somewhere within the galaxy and interfere with the progress of our motion through space."

I wondered whether or not I would ever tell this to anyone. Seemed like it would not be believed in most cases, and could be very upsetting in others.

We left the Outflowing Communications room, and went into another large room that had small booths on each side of the room. There was a faint smell of incense or something that smelled like it, and Shem reduced his voice to a whisper when he said, just before we entered, "This is the Meditation Lobby."

He allowed me to look, then motioned me to join him again, and to go out into the corridor, where he told me that anyone who wishes to meditate can go into these specially constructed booths and lie down. The booths are about four by eight feet, and each one has a plastic cot in it, with no pillow or any covering on the cot. This room is always kept in silence, and no one ever speaks in it.

Once more we went out into the corridor - we walked this time - and as we passed various doors, Shem told me what they were. There was one he referred to as the Universal Library, which I thought I might be able to spend a few million years in, for all of the recorded data that comes in by inter-tele-version methods and by the "receivers" used by the monitors is kept there; it is a complete recorded history of our galaxy and its influence upon other galaxies, and theirs upon ours. I felt it must certainly be a storehouse of information, alright.

There was another chamber wherein all radiations are measured under an alarm system setup. Where radiation becomes too intense for the survival of forms in any area of our galaxy, the galactic alarm goes off, and certain neutralizing elements are immediately released into that zone. It is a fantastic automatic alarm system, and is made simple by the use of indicative numbers assigned to the variety of bodies (celestial bodies) which are under surveillance within our galaxy.

As we walked along the corridor, Shem told me of many things. He explained that each post aboard Japhalein is covered at all times, that there is no day or night as I know them, and that the people aboard Japhalein have been there for varied amounts of time. Some are in the orientational periods, others are junior members, others are senior members, then the Elders, and the officers. He made it all seem perfectly simple and very rational, but even at that, I could see me trying to explain all of this.

"How did this ship come into existence in the first place?" I asked, for I felt that the time might come when I would tell of my experience, and there would surely be interest in the answer to this question.

"That is one of the miracles our Captain, Paul, will tell you about, if you ask him," Shem told me, with an expression on his face that foretold of great inspiration.

"I sure will," I responded, for I just somehow knew that this was a story with no equal.

Down the hall, I saw a few men and women come out of a door and start walking toward us . . . then within a few seconds, a few more . . . and then more, out of the different doors . . . and soon there were probably two hundred people walking along the corridor in both directions. I knew before Shem told me, that they were being relieved of their posts, and that another "shift" was taking over.

"I was to take you to Paul's quarters when the duty shift changed, so we had better get on," Shem suggested.

He brought out a Beetle, and away we went again, down the corridor for about one hundred feet, into an "elevator" (I don't know what they call them), and then up to Level Ten. Out of the "elevator" and down the corridor we went at what seemed great speed to me. I was anxious to see Paul and ask him all of the questions I had.

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CHAPTER
6
BELIEVE IT OR NOT!

Paul summoned us to "come in", when Shem had pressed a buzzer outside of a door - A RED DOOR. We went in, and Paul was standing in the middle of a room which was completely surrounded by windows; it was a round room, and was about fifty feet in diameter, it seemed to me. I looked at Paul and saw that he had once more put on his regular uniform, which is not as ornate as his assembly-going one, and he had the same wonderful expression of kindness on his face as he walked over to where Shem and I had stopped.

"Well, did you enjoy your survey?" Paul asked me.

"Oh, it was wonderful, and Shem was so patient with me. I am afraid I am pretty dense about understanding some things, but I did enjoy it all. This ship is just like a complete civilization, independent of everything else," I said in reply.

"Yes, it is becoming more and more self-sufficient. We still have a few needs, but they are very few compared to what they have been in the past. Our evolution rate has been very rapid. Outside of some fresh foods, we have everything we need right here," Paul agreed.

She has lots of questions to ask of you, Paul," Shem put in, "so I will go along now and check on my reports, if that is alright."

"Yes, Shem, you go along, and thank you very much for the favor," Paul replied.

I impulsively grabbed Shem's hand, and blurted out, "Oh yes, thank you ever so much. I just can't tell you what it all meant to me, and how much I do appreciate your patience with all of my questions. Thank you! Thank you!"

Shem literally beamed! He placed his free hand over mine, with which I had grabbed his hand, and he shook my hand slightly as he answered, "You are most welcome. It was a real pleasure for me to see Japhalein through your eyes. I enjoyed it very much. Come again, any time, and I will be happy to be assigned to guide you through other parts of the ship. You have hardly seen any of it yet."

I repeated, "Thank you, Shem. I want to come any time I can." I looked at Paul to see what he might say, but he didn't say anything.

Paul spoke to Shem in some kind of symbology that sounded like, "Eggle-dong goat-shang," etc., etc., etc. And with that, Shem smilingly took his leave, and Paul escorted me over to a half-round chair and invited me to sit with him before the open expanse of windows.

We talked for a while about what I had seen, and Paul explained to me that he thought I should have an idea of the vastness of the ship, and what was provided aboard her, and I hastily agreed that he was right. I could never have imagined all that I saw, for there was expanse of corridors like I never dreamed of, for example. That was true of many other things, also.

"You will soon be waking your body of Earth dimension, and I think we had better set things so that you will not be disturbed by it. Do you agree?" Paul offered.

"Yes, I do agree, and thank you for your thoughtfulness," I answered him. I wondered how come I could understand everything he said, but could not always understand Shem. Paul's terms were often new to me, too, but I somehow knew what it would mean in my language.

"Well, then, place your attention on your densest form," Paul directed.

I thought I knew what he meant, so I just did it ... an then answered, "Okay."

"Fine. Now place the thoughts in the mind that it is a good day for leisure, and that the body will wake up, hungry, and will eat, and converse with the other residents on the subjects of their origination, and then spend most of the time until you return to it, reading something light," Paul again directed.

I thought of what I would like to eat DOWN THERE, and what I would like to read down there, and that I would enjoy casual conversation, recording it all so I could look it over at my leisure, should I wish to. And then again I said, "Okay."

"Good!" exclaimed Paul. Then he added, "Now see if you can experience the waking of the body down there."

Once more I placed my attention back on the body "down~ and I was aware of light shining in my eyes from the window which faced west. I heard music coming from somewhere in the house, and some voices outside. Then I opened those eyes and saw that room -- faintly, to be sure, but I saw it!

"Paul, I did it!" I said from "down there", and it seemed to me that the voice nearly screamed the words.

"That is fine! Now withdraw your attention, for it is not yet time to allow entrance into that level, of what we will speak," Paul said.

"Okay," I replied after a few seconds, so that I was sure that I was ALL here.

"That is good! Now we can get on," Paul acknowledged.

I went on describing what I had experienced to Paul as though it were all new to him, I later realized. I must have talked to him for twenty minutes, and he just sat, interested and listening, with an occasional smile. Finally, I was aware that all of this was new only to ME! Yet, it was not new! I was sure that I had done all of these things by myself, without anyone directing me, somewhere in time, and Paul had already confirmed that for me earlier. I knew, too, that I could still do it if I but thought of it. It took another person to help me think of it, for I was so absorbed in world affairs and little interests that I just didn't bother to make things too easy for myself. It seemed I enjoyed problems and doing things the hard way. I offered this thought to Paul, and his smile broadened. "It would be unusual if you didn't feel that way, my dear," he told me.

"Paul, Shem told me that you have flowers growing aboard, and that I would see them today. Where are they?" I asked.

"They are on the first level, which you entered when you came aboard. About one-third of the ship on the first level is all flowers, herbs, and trees. We have a way of growing things, which is unique when one considers soil needs. We use chemicals and water only," Paul answered me.

"We have a method we call 'hydroponics' or something like that. Is that something like what you mean?" I asked him.

"Yes, that is the same principle." Then he went on. "You see, we use some of the flower petals in our 'refresher'. You must have noticed a delicate perfume flavor. Well, that is a flower called 'Agraca', which means, in our universal language, 'scent of the gods'. It provides certain nutrients for this density of form," he finished.

"You must, too, have noted that in your vapor bath there was a scent. Well, that is the by-product of Agraca when the nutrients have been extracted." This appeared to have been an afterthought with Paul.

I was thinking to myself, "My goodness, what a wonderful life it must be here," when Paul spoke again.

"Those who dwell here are blissful in their work, their love, and their ability to inspire higher levels of life in others."

He had read my thoughts again! He was now smiling at me, and all of a sudden I got the thought, "How pitiful it is that one must be taught newly that there is no hidden thought for the perceptive." And somehow I knew I was reading Paul's thoughts!

He confirmed this to me in what he said next.

"When we have gotten you used to thought transference again, we will never be out of communication, my dear sister. It is this that we are waking you to. You have everything else, and it is now time that you take a measure of responsibility for the greater plan. You have played for quite a while, like the child you are, but it is time for you to learn the lessons of responsibility and waken to the role that you have chosen to play. And so, this is the time, and here we are."

"Will you be the one to reteach me all of the things I seem to have forgotten?" I asked, with hope in my heart and my face.

"Yes, of course . . . I am the one," Paul answered, then added, "It would be better to say, it is my turn to do this service for you, for you have, in the past, served me in this very way.

"There were so many things that I had to ask you, as I was looking over the ship. And now they seem to have gotten mislaid somewhere." I felt very foolish in this admission.

"Perhaps I can help you recall some of them. Shall we give it a try?" Paul asked.

"Yes, I feel that I should know all that I can know, and there are so many things which seem so new to me, that I cannot seem to get myself straightened out," I answered.

"What is it you would like to know about the origin of Japhalein?" Paul queried.

"Oh, that was one thing. I asked Shem how this ship came into being in the first place, and he said you would tell me if I asked. So, now I ask. How did it come into being, Paul?" I responded. (But I knew again that Paul had seen my thoughts and knew I wanted this question answered. He could even get the thoughts that I had mislaid. That was wonderful!)

"Very well, I will answer you, but I ask for you to give me your attention, for your thoughts will get in your own way if you do not. For instance, what you were just now considering about my picking up your thoughts. You had just asked me a question, and then went into thought, and I prefer that you stay with me long enough to get my answer. Can you do that?" Paul admonished me in a kindly manner, and with a sincere appeal for my cooperation.

"Oh, yes. That is rather rude, isn't it? I mean, when you are in the presence of one who can pick up thought. I hadn't realized that before. Thank you for having me look at that. Now I will try to control my attention, for I do want to know the history of Japhalein," I said.

"Thank you. Now, to understand this story to its fullest, it might help you to see the picture of how things were in our galaxy before Japhalein. In those times, there was a great confusion of communication. Things seemed to accumulate in various sections of our galaxy, and it required that crews be on the alert all the time, and run to and fro with neutralizing elements and progressive information to various parts of the galaxy. As an example, there were three different people on three different planets, working to invent the electric light bulb, and all of the information that they gave out, communicated to each other. One of them would have a thought, and conduct certain research and find it unsatisfactory. But by that time, his thought had gone on to another, who went through the same difficulty, needlessly. Under present procedures, the constructive information would have been communicated, with the failures eliminated, to prevent needless waste of time, mostly, for there is a need within man to win. and we like to see it that way.

"Planetary conditions were becoming utterly confusing, and the more man progressed, the more he thought about progress, and the more the pressure to progress in other parts of the galaxy. So the Elders sat in Council and listened to the problems of the crews and corps of what you call 'angels' and the many demands made upon the messengers, and they considered what would be the best solution. The messengers and other participants in these events were consulted, and one of them, whom you know now as Gabriel on your planet, and who is assigned to that planet, suggested that we should have some central control, so that creative imagination could be nourished by spirit without interference from others who had interest in similar projects on different planets and 'mansions'. It was seen that counterforces could also come under some measure of control, so that our forces would not be short-circuited or interfered with. So, after much deliberation, it was decided that a 'satellite planet' be created and placed into orbit.

"The project was to be communicated about amongst the humans, the mentals, and the spirits who dwelt in our galaxy, and they were to combine their creative thought into a huge, completely equipped satellite. Everyone was to have a part in this project, who had any endowment at all. A time was set, by chart, for a general Council meeting, and at that meeting all material would be considered, and the decisions which seemed the most optimum would be put immediately into effect." Paul stood up, walked a few feet away from where I sat facing him, and then turned around, walked back, and sat down again as he had been before this pause.

He continued. "I recall how exciting those days, or phases, were. Everyone wanted to be sure that nothing was left out of the plan, and it grew and grew with interest and with sincerity of purpose. The contributions made were all made in eagerness for benefit to the whole of the galaxy, and, being made with such thoughts, could not help but grow. The scurrying, the collaboration, the insistence upon perfection, were wonderful to behold, I assure you. Heads were put together, and when they had reached an agreement, they took their plan further, and other heads were put together on what had been accomplished. The plans changed and became more and more perfect with each conference. It finally came to the point where the lighting, plumbing, ventilation, and all other equipment were taken into one group, the floor plans taken by another group, materials and facilities by another, until the entire thing was completely departmentized.

"Each department went to work to perfect its part of the project, and this took many thousands of years, as you measure time. Finally, the departments began to report to the Galactic Council, one by one, that they believed themselves ready to make their contributions. Upon receipt of the announced readiness, the Galactic Council then asked them to 'Hold' at the point where they were, until all others were ready. Then, the meeting came about, at last!

"In much the same way your scientists go about the construction of a space laboratory, our crews set about the construction of this gigantic vehicle.

"I could talk to you for hours regarding the many pitfalls and problems, and the attitudes with which this work was done. It was the most inspirational experience I have ever had. At that time, I was a herald between the planets Venus and Mercury, and the work was interesting and helpful to me in what I was to find myself doing later." Paul again rose from his chair, walked a few feet, stopped, and stood silently, with his left hand cupping his chin. Then he turned to me and enthusiastically offered, "Would you like to see some of the photographs that were made in some of the laboratories while~

"Yes, very much," I answered, and again caught myself thinking, "What was he studying there when he was so silent? Could it be the futility of words?" (Somehow that thought entered my sphere of influence, and I could not help but wonder if it was because Paul had thought it.)

"We will have to make some arrangements for that. But we can, and it will be set for your next visit," he promised.

"Very well, but I thought you meant NOW," I answered, without the tact needed to keep the disappointment out of my voice.

Paul walked over to the small couch and sat down again, quietly. It was several minutes (to me) before he spoke, and though I was waiting for him to say something, his voice went through me like a knife when he finally broke the silence. "Japhalein is much like a space platform or a satellite that your scientists place into orbit. There are very few basic differences at all. Everything was precision machined and tested before installation and permanent assignment. Time cannot be measured, for it was not in the same time-continuum that you are familiar with."

He paused again, as though wondering how to help me understand. And then he said, "The materials of which this entire vehicle is made are what you would call 'meteors' - the hardest, most imperishable material that exists in our galaxy. These meteoric materials are reduced to particles by enormous heat, and then the aging or destructive qualities are extracted. Then, with heat again, the particles form a community which becomes solid. After that, intense cold is used to fuse the sheets of the resultant material together. This heat and cold is provided differently than you might imagine, Blanche, for it is done entirely with rays. Entirely!

"The original crew of Japhalein was made up of ten representatives from each of our 144 star systems in our galaxy. There were five females and five males from each system. Since then, we have grown to over 18,000, and still do not have our complete complement of personnel.

"Using your time factor, it comes out like this: Every thirty-three years, we gather from each of the star systems the ten most highly endowed persons who wish to participate. Impulsive choice of personnel has no part in this program. Some come to achieve certain arts and skills, and then go on to other works. Those who stay attain official status and become the teachers of those who come later. When the number of personnel who have attained official status reaches 24,000, then new vehicles will be placed into orbit, and the galaxy will become more and more 'departmentized', so to speak.

"Now it is my wish that you rest, return to your body, ad think about all of this. Consider it, weigh it, and have in doing so. You have had enough to handle for this visit, and the next visit is not too far off," Paul informed me. And before I could answer . . . I was aware of reading a "technical bulletin" of a noted author, and had taken on my two other forms, all in one again. JUST LIKE THAT!

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CHAPTER
7
KARL MARX - SAVIOR?

For nearly a week after that experience, I was in sort of a half-daze, for I kept doubting that I was "worthy" of such a treat. I had moments and hours of great despondency, and through that period I wondered if I was "losing my mind". The recall of the fascinating journey was as vivid as the scenery I looked at with my physical eyes each and every day, and I KNEW it was all true. But at the same time, there was the incredibility, which I could not seem to dispense with. After all, you do not just walk down the street and talk to people about visiting the mother ship of this galaxy. They would surely think you crazy . . . and maybe you were.

One night, one of my associates and I were fishing from a bridge. (We often did this at night, until long after midnight - and incidentally, caught lots of trout.) There had been many people on the bridge, but they had dwindled away as the night wore on. As I recall, it was nearly two o'clock in the morning and we were just getting ready to pack our gear and go home, when I caught sight of a bright blue flash in the sky to the east. I told my companion, excitedly, "Look!"

It seemed only a few hundred feet away from the bridge, and not more than one hundred feet in the air. My companion just caught a glimpse of it, and it disappeared. Again, like the first time I had a sighting, there was a bright remaining aura which took several seconds to diminish and finally vanish altogether.

I had informed this companion of my trip to Japhalein, for we were in close association in our group, and we withheld no secrets from each other if we could help it. So he knew about the experience, and had some thoughts about it which he had expressed, which seemed specifically designed to keep me from invalidating myself .

We had been readying ourselves to go home, as I have already said, but we lingered a bit to see if there was something further to develop. Finally we gave up and drove home, watching the clear night skies as we went, but saw nothing further.

Upon reaching home, I had little desire to end the day. So I bathed the body, donned a fresh robe, and went out onto the sun deck to enjoy the semidarkness, for the moon was nearly full and the night perfume, so familiar to Floridians, was at its peak this time of year. I relaxed in one of the lounge chairs and allowed myself to wander into the recall of my visit aboard Japhalein. With great interest, I reviewed the steps, one by one, of all the things that I saw and heard, and I found myself lingering on the address by Karl Marx, which I was very interested in. He had told his audience at that lecture that "the signal for the worthies" would go out on the planet which was identified as "Covenant 666", and that the spiritual arousing of 144,000 Beings would come almost overnight as far as our time values within the galaxy were concerned, but that in the time-streams where the events occurred, it would be two years, and then the alarm would sound ("twenty-four months," he said).

It had been interesting to me that this man, who had left behind him an economic influence like none ever had before to date, joked a bit about economic reform. He chuckled when he offered to his audience a look at the social reform which accompanies any economic reform but goes unseen in the lust for wealth. He had the perfect plan, and he had left the route well marked so that those who would come after him could not help but find "the bottomless pit".

I had been shocked to hear this, for according to my information on Marx, his theories seemed to have an entirely different purpose. BUT I COULD SEE THE PLAN! It was incredibly simple!

The genius which had defined the works of Karl Marx was a guided one! The main goal of the work was to separate out all of the noncompatibles, and to have them show themselves for all to see, ultimately. But first, the undermining, the underground activity; the tremendous effort to dominate every nation, every creed, every religion; and having selfishly selected themselves upon the side of evil, to provide also for themselves their own destruction, for without God they could not survive their own "holocaust".

This was a most exciting thought, and I recalled that Paul had told me that I would align all of these things according to my own rate of acceptance into reality. He had been so right! By this time, I was sitting straight up in the chair. The excitement was so tremendous, I felt like laughing aloud and then jumping for joy, for I could see, WITH EASE NOW, that no human mind could have planned such an arrangement.

During that lecture (now I was recalling more that just began to have meaning for me) he had revealed that his past incarnations had all served the same purpose, and that his works were drawn with one supreme design, that being to join all of the would-be destroyers of freedom into one communal body, so it could be identified for what it was: THE EXPRESSION OF SATAN (or Lucifer, or evil forces, whichever words serve you best). He had patiently explained (for my benefit, I could see now) that man's effort to free himself comes only after periods of slavery, that every hero needs a villain, and that the godly or spiritual beings need an opponent in order to build the external tensions by which to advance into greater light. Comfort is sought only after discomfort has been known through experience, and these basic laws apply all through life, ALL life, with no regard to levels or dimensions.

"As people build their high walls and glorify themselves, the godly will work in silence. No walls can keep the awakened ones from seeing and knowing that the adversity for this plan is of divine concept and nothing shall prevail against it," Karl Marx had added, somewhere during his talk.

I thought how funny it would be if the followers after him would really waken to the TRUE plan. This thought was very funny, for it was obvious that there was no such possibility. Marxism was a set pattern, economically, structurally, and politically, and the only answer they could give to such an exposure would be one of denial. Well, it was a face-saving situation, for now, anyway. I wondered then if there was any glory in awareness of another's stupidity, or did it all somehow vanish in the face of exposure. Interesting .. .

There were many other things that Karl Marx spoke of. Included was a run-down on the genetics of the Germanic tribes. He broke down the word into "germs" and "manic", and this told the true tale of the "Super-race" simply and gloriously; even I had felt that I could point this out to others when the time came. This was not the time, but there would be a time... and then I would go into apparent silence and write this story, simply and without a lot of fuss. Not being a literary person made it even more proper, for the presentation would arrive in the hands of those for whom it was written; and should it stray into the fields or behind the lines of the enemy, it would be rationalized clear out of existence. I would be called insane, and I would have to be ready to have these charges made against me. But I would also be in the light far enough not to fall from grace, in spite of efforts to make me fall. (Two years seemed such a short time!)

"The love of money is the root of all evil." This phrase kept going over and over in my mental beingness, and I could see at last that the true vine has no such evil roots. Only the adversary would preach money, wealth, and hatred for the "Capitalist" . . . until he himself becomes one. Then, typical of all liars, he would change the rules of the game. World power means world wealth, and these two cannot be separated under the present world order. That is obvious to anyone!

As I report all of this to you here, please bear in mind that it happened two years ago, in October of 1959, and this is now October, 1961, as I write these very words! In spite of efforts to make notes or to tape this so I could have it without error, it could never quite come about. Other things needed my typing time, and I have had tape recorders actually quit working for me when I did attempt to make notes. (This is provable; I can furnish sworn affidavits to that effect, if it is ever to be needed.) So, the "best laid plans of mice and men, oft times go aglai." Now, with all of the other things I have to do, and another book which I started writing in August, I find I come to my typewriter full of words to express only in THIS story, and until I have run them out, I cannot even seem to answer my mounting stacks of mail. It is an incredible experience, to say the least!

For those who, like me, are not familiar with the works of Karl Marx, all of that information can be found elsewhere, and is even taught in political and economic sciences the world around. Every encyclopedia gives a good account of what he left to posterity, so I shall not go into that data, for it is not needed. This report is dedicated to the foundations of the earth, the purposes, and the eventuation of truth through enlightenment.

But there on that sun deck two years ago, the emotional experience was completely new. I had fear . . . but it was a new kind of fear. It was the fear of anticipation rather than trepidation - fear of reality - fear that I might prove incompetent in the gigantic task - fear that I might forget a vital Factor and betray all of my brothers and sisters without meaning to - great fear that I would be stopped before I reached the brink of the new age and the dawn of light - fear of fear, and cowardice, which was a completely new look for me, too - ,he same kind of fear that a child experiences the night before Christmas . . . a beautiful fear which is thrilling and wasting of energy - the fear of glory - the fear of the mightiness of the plan.

Somehow I knew that my companions would have strength, new ideas, new goals, and that the path we had taken would abruptly come to an end, and that we would be leaving the lovely house on the beach for more room and more people, people who were waiting to hear that we were there in Fort Myers. (We had been there six months at that time, but completely excluded from social activity. It was plain to me now, that we had not been ready sooner.)

But come back to the Assembly Hall with me, for there was more.

Karl Marx foretold that the mighty Russian states would be diplomatically stubborn, rude, and difficult to confer with, but that they would suddenly mellow and seem to be changing. This would be a sign of the end of the age, for their new benevolent attitudes would be designed to ensnare those who could not accept the baser attitudes. Then a mighty demonstration would be put on by Russia to create a fear trance in mankind. Explosion after explosion of nuclear bombs would take place, and ultimately end with the largest bomb ever set off in this civilization. The accumulations of radioactive materials would encircle the earth until after the Planetary Conjunction in February, 1962. And then ... TH