BOOK-PART 2 | BEYOND THE LIGHT BARRIER | The Autobiography of Elizabeth Klarer 1980 - 2008

Elizabeth Klarer with the painting of Akon

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AN ESCAPE ROUTE TO THE STARS

"Now, as we approach the mothership," Akon continued, "you will understand how she generates the unified field. I have just been generalizing to give you a picture of the method we use, which is a duplication of nature, and therefore safe. You will know far more later, of course, even about the formula we use to gen­erate the unified field for space journeys and how we control electricity and gravity through light for the benefit of our civilization.

"Humankind, although highly adaptable, cannot exist in space without the time cycle and atmospheric pressure in which they have evolved. A spaceship of this nature generates all these things for us in a manner similar to our home planet. The mothership is not at all suit­able for travel through the intergalactic void—the shape is wrong—but since they never wear out, we will continue to use them for travel in the home galaxy."

"How can a large spaceship like this one enter the mothership?" I asked.

"This type of spaceship has no need for a carrier. We attach it to the larger vessel. It instantly bonds with a projected entrance, and we sim­ply walk through. The smaller craft, which are used solely for planetary exploration, move into the mothership through a series of air locks, where they are carried in large hangars."

"Then you are quite independent?"

"Yes. This is my ship. I can move from one planet to another, land if I wish, or travel to other solar systems. My ship is equipped with all necessities and, as a scientific survey vehicle, is quite independent of any larger vessel. I am a scientist and my work takes me to many planets and solar systems."

"I know. Am I to be scientifically examined too?"

"My dear—enough," Akon said gently, and gathered me up in his arms. He turned to a section of the circular wall and approached it. A door slid open, through which I saw the brilliantly lit interior of the mothership. He carried me through and then put me down, keeping his arm around my waist as if I were captured booty. People clustered around us, and a young woman spoke in perfect English.

"She has slant eyes and golden hair," the woman said. "She is descended from our original stock left behind on Earth, so it is right for her to be here with us now."

They chatted with us for a while, until one of them addressed Akon in a language that sounded not unlike Latin. Then, gathering me up again, Akon carried me away from the gay crowd and up several stairways. I noticed lifts from the lower deck, but the low gradient and deep comfort of the stairs required no effort at all to climb. We were laughing together as we reached the top, where we found the commander coming to meet us. He smiled and gave a slight bow. As Akon put me down, he came forward and kissed me on both cheeks.

"Welcome, my dear," he said. "I am Akon's brother."

Stepping aside, he motioned us into a spacious room whose beauty and comfort caused me to catch my breath again. It had the same soft, glowing illumination and fresh air, and gave one the sense and feeling of being outdoors on a beautiful day. The sapphire walls and ceiling gave an impression of a depth of sky, and flowers and brilliant green plants grew in white caskets. Exotic trees cast soft shadows on luxurious divans covered in shimmering rose silks, and the entire floor was covered in a wealth of soft blue grass.

"Is it real?" I asked in amazement.

"Of course it is." Akon laughed as he lifted me up like a feather and placed me on one of the divans. As I sank into its firm comfort, I realized how exhausted I had become with all the intense excitement.

"We shall now have some refreshment. You are very tired, my beloved, and in need of the correct sustenance," Akon observed.

I looked at Akon and the commander. The tall brothers were very alike. Both had the ascetic features of an ancient race, and bore the grace­ful dignity and joyful relaxation of centuries of good breeding and right thinking and living. Both were wearing the same type of plain uniform, designed for comfort and air circulation, made out of a very thin material and fitting like a second skin.

Questions again trembled on my lips, but I checked the impulse for the moment, knowing that it was inopportune. Akon knew my thoughts, and his slanted eyes glanced down at me with tender possession. Talk and the incessant chatter of voices was not their way. The quiet relaxation of mental telepathy was their mode of communication.

With a sigh, I relaxed back on the soft but firm divan, stretching my limbs out in an ecstasy of delicious comfort. There was complete peace and quiet, with not even a murmur from the vast spaceship! I felt out of place, however, in my heavy Earth-type clothes. I sat up quickly, slipped my shoes off and placed them on the fresh grass. The divan was low to the floor and I could put my hand into the cool, moist blue grass. Its fragrance wafted up into my face. I wished that I could get out of my clothes and change into something more suitable.

"As We Think and Live, So the Universe Responds to Us."

A golden tray laden with delicious salads and fruits appeared, liter­ally materializing onto the white table beside the divan, along with long- stemmed crystal containers in which golden fruit juice sparkled.

"The light ray placed it there for you," Akon said with a smile. "You had better have some of that sustenance before I answer your questions."

I wondered about that wonderful light ray. I had felt its fleeting warmth as the tray of food appeared.

The fruit juice was simply lovely, with a flavor of ripe pomegranates. The salads consisted of delicate, bright green leaves and various cut veg­etables mixed with crisp nuts, flavored with almonds and spices with a creamy dressing sprinkled over. Crisp, juicy fruits like large apricots and thin slices of moist, fresh oat bread completed the most delicious meal I had ever had.

"We assimilate all the protein and vitamins we need from this diet," Akon's brother told me. "There is no need to get it secondhand through animal meat, as people of Earth do. It is all grown here in the space­ship. Therefore, it is always fresh. It is natural for you to enjoy this type of food. Your body craves it after the heavy, cooked meals prepared on Earth, which you must not touch again."

"Please tell me your name," I said. "And how is it that you are so well- acquainted with the customs, manners and language of Earth people?"

"My name is Haben," he replied, "and it is all quite simple. We have observed Earth for eons of her time. Look into our electric mirage, my dear. Then you will understand."

Beside the gold tray was a casket, shimmering with the iridescence of mother-of-pearl. Opening it, Haben selected a tiny, shimmering roll of the same material. He went to the wall, where he fitted it to a groove. Instantly, a scene in color appeared in a curtain of minute detail across the spacious room, showing the everyday happenings in part of a city on Earth.

"Why," I exclaimed, "It's Durban! The Marine Parade in perfect detail. The sea and the people—even the rickshaw boys, in all their fin­ery, showing in minute detail. And I can hear what they are saying to each other! No wonder you know all about the peoples of Earth."

The scene had materialized like a great curtain in front of us, in color with movement and sound. The molecules of air were electrified and acti­vated to reflect the scene and portray it before us as if we were standing on that very spot ourselves, instead of thousands of miles away in space. I put my hand out to touch the nearest rickshaw boy, a tall Zulu clad in brightly colored finery with oxtails hanging from a beaded band around his legs just below the knees and dried seed pods tied about his ankles. They rattled as he pranced within the shafts of his carriage.

"I'm the finest!" he called to his companions. "People will come to me first! I have more strength than any of you!"

A tingling sensation enveloped my arm as it passed through the image. The magic of the scene remained intact as two people walked between the tall Zulu and me to board his rickshaw. I was fascinated and enthralled.

Haben removed the roll and the scene faded to nothing, and the length of the luxurious room lay before my astonished gaze once more.

"I first saw you by means of this electric mirage, as we call it," Haben said. "You were sitting on the mountaintop. I was observing the south­ern portion of Africa at the time. Akon was with me. He told me how he had observed you as a child, your delicate face a study in wonder and awe as you watched his spaceship slowly cross the sky. We have watched you at other times as you were growing up. You are no stranger to me, my dear."

"Is this why you are now educating me to your way of life?"

"Yes, my dear." Haben said softly. "You are now one of us, and we have chosen you to mate with Akon. Our gentle race is in need of new blood to perpetuate its strength throughout the home galaxy."

Akon was watching me. I knew he was reading my thoughts as I looked into his eyes—those wonderful, gentle gray eyes that held me spellbound. I went to him, and he folded me in his arms and held me close—so close. Where, in all my long years and travels on Earth, had I ever seen such a man as he?

With my face against his chest, I asked, "Is it true that the surface of the home planet is mainly covered by seas of sapphire blue reflected from a dark blue sky, with emerald isles scattered over the seas, their mountaintops glowing rose red in the sunlight and the soft green hills sweeping down to the sea?"

"We shall show you the home planet shortly, in the electric mirage, and you will see, my beloved, how correct your knowledge is. This knowl­edge is within you. You were born with it—a race memory retained in time to bring us together within the magnetic fold of the universe. As we think and live, so the universe responds to us as we are within ourselves. It is an attitude of mind, a way of life, a gentle way of life from which we are born."

This wondrous truth silenced my heart to a glorious tranquillity. I was not alien—I belonged.

Akon held me closer.

"Love is a force," he whispered, "a being that needs understand­ing. Love is the electric force of life, the very breath and essence of life. Love is the flame of eternal beauty. Love is wonderful, and by love, one achieves supreme happiness. People who cannot love become spiritually and physically ill. Not for them the riches of the soul. They live contrary to its laws, thereby misunderstanding the true meaning of love and how it is food and life to the soul.

"Love needs to manifest within, to radiate outward, encompassing all within its radiating field as the star of our system encircles the inner plan­ets within its vast corona. To love all things is to enfold oneself within this magnetic field of positive existence, to commune and become one with nature and live in harmony with the universe. One is alerted to the pulse of life and answers stream into the brain, telling us what to do and how to live. Once we are attuned to the pulse of light, or life, we move in harmonic rhythm with our galaxy and universe, and there is no need for hate and dissension. People on Earth do not understand this, and the fair lands of Earth are swept by the mass insanity of its peoples.

"As a physicist, I explore how nature behaves, and in this way we find the answers to our environment and are able to duplicate that environment within our spaceships. We let nature work for us and enjoy the beauty and comfort she provides without upsetting the balance and harmony of the environment. Our home planet is retained in this way. The environment and overall climate are equable and beneficial to our health.

"People of Earth need to go forward, and not to look back and live in their past. Otherwise they will not survive. We understand nature and our environment, and we avoid her ruthless violence and destruc­tion. We counteract or anticipate her moods and observe very closely the behavior of stars and planets, as it is the stars in solar systems that control and affect the climates of planets. We understand and know well the cosmos in which we all have our being.

"The average human being on Earth does not live long enough to attain great understanding and wisdom. Ignorance and fear still remain— the fear from which hate and wars breed. It is your environment that breeds the impassive cruelty that manifests itself in human nature. Man­kind's ego has always been bolstered up with the idea that his must be the only advanced and civilized race in the galaxy. Now, the realization that a race from afar perfected space travel eons ago comes as a great shock, striking at the very roots and foundations of the narrow and orthodox teachings of humankind on Earth.

"Humankind is a creature of space. Humanity is a space race, living on a planet in orbit around a star as others are also doing. Mankind is not unique, as he so fondly imagines. He believes in his singular cre­ation with a credence that is quite fantastic, but he is merely a part of the vast interstellar human family bred and nurtured by us through the eons of time on planets in different solar systems throughout the galaxy. The level of civilization of races and peoples can only be measured by their degree of compassion.

"People of Earth can no longer be bound to the surface of their planet like creatures of two dimensions crawling about the length and breadth of their domain. They will now soar into the third dimen­sion, height. They will see themselves as they really are, for adjust­ments will have to be made to their way of thinking and living before understanding and control of their environment can take place. This is of paramount importance for their advancement and for their con­tinuing existence.

"If they do not change for the better, they will destroy themselves, and we will have no alternative but to destroy their planet to retain the har­monic balance within the Sun's system. Fair lands have been destroyed by humankind in the Sun's solar system in the past. Whole planets have been laid bare and ravaged by their destructive ways."

"Is that what happened to Mars?" I interrupted.

"Indeed, yes. Our forebears who remained within the Sun's system were not able to advance as we have been able to do. This is purely environmental. The Sun is a variable star, and the planets are subjected to epochs of change, thereby creating vast setbacks for advancing civiliza­tions. We will now tell you about the history of the Sun's system."

Alpha Centauri, Our Home System Where Conditions for Life like Ours Are More Ideal than They Are within the Sun's System.

"I am about to move into interstellar space to complete a mission to the constellation of Lyra," Akon said. "I am going there to observe a supernova. We are now replenishing my spaceship from the vast mother- ship, and we will have some time together for you to understand the his­tory of this system in which you live, my dear."

"Oh!" I said, and stopped. I could say no more. I suddenly felt the moment charged with that particular poignancy and deep emotion that always threatens my self-control.

With a lump in my throat, I watched Akon's dear face, as he gently said, "Calm your questing mind and relax in the happiness of the present. Whatever may happen in time, there is always a reason for it."

"How can I live through time with the trackless fathoms of space separating us like the darkness of eternal night?"

"Beloved one, I shall be with you always," Akon softly replied. "Our destiny is bound together. A telepathic link binds our souls in eternal love. Our lives are entwined as a thread of gold weaves a pattern in the sky."

Gently he put his hand under my chin, tilting my head up and back, and looked deep into my eyes.

"My love, my life, my chosen mate," he whispered, his voice soft with emotion. "I will return to possess you, and sow the seed of my love within your delicate body. The mark of my love will remain within your soul forever."

Gathering me up in his arms, he held me close for a moment before carrying me out of the luxurious room and away along a wide and beauti­ful stairway.

Silently we passed over the rich, thick carpeting and down a spacious passageway. I glanced into the airy rooms we passed, bright with glorious colors, where many people relaxed. Other people moved about us—men, women and children. They smiled their greetings as they went about their various duties within the great spaceship. All were fair of complex­ion, tall and beautiful, soft-spoken and gentle and moving with a natural grace and rhythm.

The women wore simple and diaphanous apparel, low-cut and gath­ered around the waist to fall in graceful folds to the ankles. These garments were of classic beauty in different exotic colors. They shimmered with a silky sheen, folding over the contours of the naked bodies underneath and caressing the skin with a silky touch. All the women had bare and lovely feet, and they moved with the ease and freedom of perfect health.

The men wore very simple silk garments, a form of close-fitting knee breeches, with no covering to hide the natural strength and beauty of their feet, while the children wore the same type of silk garment—just a single garment with nothing underneath.

"I'm glad I left my shoes under the divan," I said. "I feel so out of place in these heavy clothes. I wish I could wear one of those lovely silk garments that allow one's body to breathe. They look so very relaxing. There is no extreme of climate unless you step out onto the surface of an alien planet. That is why you were wearing the type of uniform you are. You even covered your feet, because you stepped out of your spaceship when you landed for me."

"Harmony of movement in time with your mind this first time has been very successful," Akon laughed as he swiftly set me on my feet again in a beautiful room. "I focused your mind on moving with the spaceship and not on extraneous things such as clothes."

"How lovely it is here!" I exclaimed. "Not only the beauty and com­fort of our surroundings, but also the perfect beauty of communication and words. Humans of the Sun's system have lost the art of words and communication. Not for them the beauty of writing and words. They can now only express themselves in short, sharp syllables like the grunt­ing of so many primitives. They have lost the art of their mother tongue through laziness and the continuous watching of television, and by never taking part in anything themselves."

"It depends on the programs presented, my beloved. Now, look."

There was color everywhere! Rose red predominated in the carpeting and wall coverings. The low, comfortable seats were made of a soft golden material with threads of emerald green and violet like the colors of the spectrum. A tall man with his arms folded across his chest stood watching a scene in the electric mirage that shimmered in minute detail across the far end of the room.

Turning, he came toward us and placed both his hands on my shoul­ders, and kissed me on both cheeks.

"I'm happy Akon has found you," the man said. "Welcome, my dear, to our civilization. Akon's work as a scientist is sometimes dangerous, though. You must have courage. Never forget this."

I looked into his golden eyes, so kindly and concerned. As he returned my long look, I understood how unknown the future would be.

"I am tuned in to the vibration of our home planet in the star system of Alpha Centauri," he continued in his quiet, gentle voice, "our home system where conditions for life like ours are more ideal than they are within the Sun's system. The broader ecosphere—the area surrounding a star where conditions permit development and the existence of life as we know it—is intensified by a binary system. This support of life and advanced development on the planets revolving in orbit about our stars is caused by the radiations and ultraviolet emanations that produce their oxygen atmosphere. Our home planet is well within this stupendous radi­ating ecosphere, which is further augmented by a third star similar to the Sun. Thus the vibratory rate is higher and ideal for the advanced devel­opment of our civilization. The home system is a triplex system, receiv­ing the radiations from three stars similar to the Sun but four light-years away, or 38 billion kilometers. It would take an astronaut from Earth four years to reach Alpha Centauri—that is, if he were able to travel with the speed of light as Earth scientists understand it. With our spaceships, this distance is instantly annihilated.

"Our civilization existed on Earth eons ago, after we moved out from the mother planet, Venus. We were advised by our scientists to do so at that time in the history of the Sun's system, as the Sun was breathing out its breath of life in the cosmic cycle of solar expansion. The Sun has, in the past, shown signs of its variable nature, the corona expanding out with lethal radiations to engulf the planets, destroying all flora and fauna. This occurs in cycles of time. It is a natural phenomenon, and stars of this nature are observed very closely by us."

"Then your civilization originated in this solar system," I exclaimed with joy. "How wonderful! There is a link between us. People on Earth are not alien."

"Indeed, that is so. Our great civilization flourished for thousands of years on Earth, before we moved out to a neighboring solar system where the stars are stable suns suitable for our way of life. We left some of our people on Earth and on Mars, but through the centuries the environment of the variable star, the Sun, has had a negative effect on their thinking and way of life. They became thoughtless and destructive, nearly wreck­ing Earth many times, and turning Mars into a desert.

"Venus died in the last cycle of solar expansion when all flora and fauna were destroyed by lethal stellar radiations. Her proximity to the star of her system caused our scientists to study the Sun very closely. They found that the Sun's atmosphere engulfs the planetary system, and that any changes occurring in the Sun would affect the planets and their atmospheres.

"The star of this system is a middle-aged, yellow variable, somewhat irregular in the radiation of short wavelengths. We all live within the ecosphere of our stars, and the stability of each planet within a solar sys­tem depends on the radiations emitted by the stars.

"The Sun has a tendency toward instability within the gaseous enve­lope. As the rotational velocity is slowing down, magnetic flip-flops occur in a cycle that varies between seven and seventeen years, averaging about eleven years. Magnetic polarity is reversed at each cycle, and sunspots are triggered by magnetism, emitting brilliant and lethal solar flares. These flares erupt through the photosphere to spew out ionized hydrogen—streams of fast protons and electrons—toward the planets in the form of deadly solar winds.

"The electron density in the Earth's ionosphere waxes and wanes in step with the eleven-year cycle. Likewise, the auroral displays aloft wax and wane as planet Earth respires within her star's atmosphere.

"The Earth's ozone layer can be destroyed during a cycle of the Sun's expansion, as the ozone layer of Venus was destroyed, exposing the surface to radiation and thereby destroying all vegetation. Earth survived the last cycle of solar expansion, though it killed off vast numbers of terrible lizards that had flourished extravagantly in the subtropical climate. For millions of years these dinosaurs had dominated Earth, their thick hides like armor plates, a protection against radiation bombardment during that epoch of explosive evolution when the Sun was younger and the climate of Earth very much warmer.

"Thriving on violence and destruction, their small, weak brains fil­tered such dim impressions as their limited senses received. They were no match for their changing environment, and when the Sun burst forth in expansive eruption, engulfing your solar system in lethal radiations, they were destroyed over the entire land surface of the planet and in the swamps and shallow seas.

"The Earth, reacting like a barometer to her star, reversed poles in cataclysmic eruptions all over her surface, burying this thriving life within her breast. While her star shrinks back, smaller and brighter, as each cycle of expansion takes its toll in her scale of evolution, the period of time between each regular period of sweeping death shortens. The aging star is moving again in this epoch to a death throe of expansive radiations.

"Earth lies well within the great radiating atmosphere of the Sun. The tenuous corona extends so far from the visible disk that Mercury, Venus, Earth and its Moon and Mars are enveloped in it. Undoubtedly, these intensified radiations now emitted from the Sun will disturb the Earth's ionosphere, increasing ionization of the outer atmosphere. This in turn will trigger unstable weather patterns throughout the world, affect­ing global air circulation and rainfall patterns. During the cycle of low- density sunspot activity, droughts occur, and during the cycle of high- density sunspot activity, severe storms and floods occur. The Sun affects the weather all the time as the wind patterns change, and this in turn affects the surface of the planet, causing numerous earthquakes. When the planets of the solar system move into conjunction, they will exert a pull on Earth and many severe earthquakes will occur. The prospects for humankind are chilling. They live in an interglacial period and are now moving into another cycle of vast weather changes, which is a prelude to another ice age.

"The physics of planet Earth cannot be studied without reference first to her star, the Sun."

I Lived Again in the Magic of the Vision I Had Had while Lying Alone in Hospital when I Was Given the Magic Lease We Sense as Life.

The tall scientist switched on the electric mirage and went on to say his name was Theton. He was working in close cooperation with Akon in the scientific surveillance of this solar system.

"Look at the Sun in the electric mirage," I whispered, my voice refus­ing to sound as I watched the enormous writhing sphere. It erupted into vast prominences that suddenly collapsed, only to rise again immediately like live things—some awful creatures of the space depths—violently agitated by turbulent motion with ascending and descending currents. A granulated appearance made up of millions of cells resembling those of a honeycomb pulsated in a boiling ferment of electrical disturbance. Jets of glowing hydrogen erupted, reaching out with immense tentacles to engulf us.

"How violent and frightening it is! Is your scientific survey ship really immune to those magnetic upheavals near the photosphere?" I asked as a flash of apprehension filled my mind and I moved closer to Akon.

"Be happy now. Our love is a being, a timeless flame. It is the bond of our souls, and the soul is a flame that never dies. My beloved, you know of this, so do not continue to fret."

Looking down at me with a gentle smile of rebuke, he brushed the hair from my cheek and kissed me.

"We never think of such things," said Haben, quietly interjecting his thoughtful concern. "Akon's spaceship is highly efficient, with our latest technical achievements."

I felt little comfort from his reassuring words, however, as I watched the boiling, expanding gases of the convection region with widening eyes and a catch in my breath. They writhed brilliantly in continuous waves, and branches of light emitted outward from the photosphere in dense radiations. Stupendous energy and density are generated continuously, and radiation is the process of transfer deep inside the Sun—the photo­electric process of bluish radiations.

Suddenly, a gigantic vortex in the Sun's equatorial region commenced to rotate and darken with the intensity of its magnetic field. The awe­some, terrifying solar storm—or sunspot—erupted and spewed out a gale of ionized particles in a fantastic flare that engulfed the spaceship.

"I set the automatic control in my ship to release a laboratory disk to collect a sample of that flare plasma," Akon remarked.

"Good," Theton replied. "I think analysis of that flare type is urgent."

"Akon is our scientist in charge of variable star research," Haben told me.

"Have you ever been really close to a star?" I asked.

My heart turned over as Akon smiled and said, "Not as close as I wish to go for scientific observation. It is now necessary to make a closer approach to study the photosphere. We must take samples of the boiling gas in order to counteract the dangerous reactions within the magnetic vortices, or sunspots, before the next maximum cycle."

"Oh ..." I said, and again, a sudden apprehension clouded my happi­ness. What fate awaited me? I wondered why I felt such a deep feeling of unease as I watched with awe the frightful violence of the Sun.

I looked with concern at Haben. Meeting my eyes, he knew my thoughts and fears for Akon's safety. I looked back at the filtered mirage into the Sun's inferno. The violent upheavals of our star held the portents of dire and terrible disaster unless Akon could approach close enough to nullify the explosion conditions. Although the star's existence was a source of life-giving light for the entire system, I sensed its dangerous hostility to any form of control. As a live thing, it would react.

Akon stood, watching carefully every phase of the Sun's violent activ­ity. His tall, lithe figure seemed to become greater and more powerful, his wonderful face more godlike with the intensity of his concentration. I thought of the teeming life on Earth and knew how little they could under­stand the mighty and powerful forces set in motion to stabilize their star and wobbling planet. How could they know that Akon held the key to life and their continued existence? Clearly, I could now see and understand the divine writing on the blackboard of space. Here was the reality for me.

Slowly, the fantastic close-up scene of the Sun faded away until noth­ing was left but the length of the sumptuous room.

"We must return to my spaceship now," Akon softly said.

"That means ..." My voice faltered, and I could say no more.

Akon put his arm round my shoulders and held me close while a tall and lovely woman glided silently into the room, her bare feet sinking without a sound into the thick and rich carpeting.

She came to me and kissed me on both cheeks and wished me farewell, her golden eyes soft and thoughtful, her beautiful face full of concern.

"I know how you feel," she said. "I am Pleia, Haben's mate. When we mate, it is forever, and so it will be for you and Akon. He will be back for you before long."

Pushing her shining blonde hair back over her shoulders, she took Theton's hand.

"Theton is my brother. When we bring the giant mothership into Earth's atmosphere, you will know that Akon is safely back."

"Come," called Haben. "We will go back to the garden room on the way, where I will show you our home planet as I promised."

"Thank you," I replied. "How wonderful that will be."

Smiling gently, Haben motioned us to follow him and we all went back into the garden room and sat down in the luxurious comfort of a deep, low couch, while he attached the tiny roll to a groove in the wall. A distant planet appeared, a bright pinpoint of light rapidly enlarging—another home of life, another island moving in the vast void of heaven.

Here Was the Reality, a Dimension I Could Only Perceive after Releasing My Tie with Earth.

With beating heart, I saw a brilliant blue-white sphere coming closer and closer as if we were flying there ourselves. Then Akon was speaking.

"Our home system in Alpha Centauri consists of seven planets, all inhabited by our civilization. The seven planets orbit about the third component of this beautiful star system, known to you as Proxima Cen­tauri. The largest star gives a reddish light about one-third as bright as the Sun's, while the second star's light is similar to sunlight. The third star, Proxima Centauri, is like the Sun, only with a reddish light. And, of course, it is a very stable star. The planet we see now is our original home planet in this triplex system, similar to Venus when she was able to harbor our great civilization in the past. Since we moved to this planet, we have expanded out to all the other planets in the system. The entire system is within the tremendous coronas of the three stars."

Through breaks in the clouds, the beautifully colored surface of the planet appeared, and we seemed to hover high in the atmosphere. A great, glistening cloud billowed up over the sea with a curtain of rain at its base. It was a magnificent cumulus, clear and graceful. The immense double circle of a brilliantly colored rainbow floated within its aqueous influence—a rainbow seen as a complete circle from high in the sky, its colors bright and clear with a depth of beauty only possible in the rain- washed atmosphere. Rose red shimmered in the outer primary circle, quite breathtaking in its entirety. The rays from the stars struck a golden radiance out of the cloud, and the whole sky reflected a covenant of color with the celestial consciousness of the universe.

The divine essence of truth encompassed my being, and there was no sadness or emotion in knowing the transient joy of being a part of this life. I knew it could not last forever. Now was the time to live, though, to tune in to the essence of life and to become a part of it so that I could live with it for the rest of my life, no matter where.

A vast expanse of dark blue sea spread out below and small land masses, lighter in color, appeared scattered over the darkness of the water. A deep blue sky reflected in the depths of the seas. The expanse of mighty ocean curved beyond the hazy horizon, tranquil and calm, sparkling in the soft, clear light from the stars.

Moving in closer, we saw a great island spread out below, emerald hills and mountain slopes rising in the misty distance to mountaintops of rose-red rocks and cliffs glowing in the gentle radiance of sunlight. Throughout the pastoral country, tall dark-green trees could be seen scat­tered in park-like beauty, with winding rivers and streams glittering from the mountains to the sea. Enormous golden trees like deodars stood out on the mountain slopes, where sapphire blue and emerald green met in a glory of sunlit atmosphere. The island scene of my vision, and even the fragrance of the lovely countryside, filled my senses as memory flooded my being. I lived again in the magic of the vision I had had while lying alone in hospital, when I was given the magic lease we sense as life, that mes­senger of joy. I felt the inner lifting of the spirit toward the vaster firma­ment beyond, where time is of our mortal essence. Here was the reality, a dimension I could only perceive after releasing my tie with Earth.

"Our Dimension Is Space and the Surface of Planets— Never the Interior of Planets."

We moved with the electric mirage as if we were hovering over the glorious countryside ourselves, with fantastic and complete mobility and unlimited vision.

"This scene is coming through from one of our small surveillance disks, transmitting directly to us," Akon explained. "There is no time lag. The scene is instantly beamed to us, as the disk is robot controlled."

The disk moved to a lower altitude, and I saw white animals racing across the emerald sward below—horses, pure white with flying manes and tails, galloping over the open countryside. Others quietly grazed as foals frolicked among them. There were no fences to hem them in and no roads or highways to gash and mutilate the glorious land. No pylons, hideous constructions or railway tracks marched across the fair land like monsters of the airy depths.

Here was no civilization of the machine age but an Earth untouched by any artificial means of cultivation or transportation. Here was freedom and joy amidst a land of plenty—the tranquil pastoral beauty of a lovely land. Scattered homes could be seen nestling amongst the trees and flow­ers, circular buildings made of a glistening material like mother-of-pearl set on daises of surrounding circular steps.

Rising in our slow passage over the glorious country, we approached the high mountains and glided over the mighty rose-red cliffs, slowly descending to the rolling green hills beyond, and on to the sea. Silver craft moved about the sky, their round fuselages glinting in the sunlit atmosphere like the iridescent lining of a pearl shell, flashing signals of welcome to our observation disk and other signals direct to the giant spaceship hovering in the environment of the Sun's system.

A city sparkled, white and silver, encircling a curve of bay. The deep sapphire water reflected a wealth of classic beauty set among trees and flow­ers full of brilliant and exotic colors. There were simple, circular buildings, not more than two or three stories high, with flat tops where individual craft could land, take off or park. Some of the buildings were enormous, like great circular pyramids with vast columns and steps encircling the bases, but with no roads or highways to mar the beauty of the scene.

Completely lost in the fantastic beauty of the place with its wide lawns and lovely trees, gleaming buildings and exotic colors, I heard Akon speak again.

"We have no problems with smog or atmospheric pollution, as we use only electricity generated from the atmosphere for all our energy and power needs. The various individual sky ships used by everybody are elec­trical—they simply tap the energy from the atmosphere."

Suddenly, the magnificent picture faded away and nothing was left but the length of the sumptuous room again. Each time this happened, I felt quite disorientated, so I quietly remained seated.

Without a word, Akon took my hand and we went out of the giant spaceship and stepped again into the central cabin of his scientific survey ship. A gentle humming and sense of quiet vibration through the floor gave me a feeling of security as it had done when first I stepped into this beautiful spaceship. In the larger vessel I had not heard or felt any move­ment at all.

A moment later, the second member of the crew came through from the mothership. He was tall and very handsome, but younger than Akon. He smiled, a fascinating expression lighting up his face and bringing warmth to his eyes. His brilliant white teeth flashed with fleeting charm, and chestnut hair and golden eyes accentuated his striking appearance. Here indeed was a man to shoulder responsibilities with Akon.

As he went to the control panel, the flickering screen lit his face, sharpening the fine molding of his features. "My name is Sheron," he said in a deep, gentle voice. "My ancestors remained on Earth to study the Pleistocene cycle of solar expansion. They constructed a beautiful under­ground city where they survived the intense radiations. Moving into the heart of the great mountains of the southern continent, they maintained our civilization there. Even to this epoch on Earth, our spaceships come and go, retaining this base within the vast wastes of Antarctica.'"

"And the North Pole in the Arctic?" I asked.

"Our civilization set up headquarters in the Southern Hemisphere only, as this was merely a prelude to our departure for a neighboring star system. The radiations in the Sun's system had become far too intense for our well-being and we were forced to live underground. This, of course, was not to our liking, so we moved out of this solar system altogether, to the surface of another planet where we can still enjoy the glory of the skies, the stars, the fresh winds with the tang of the sea and the rain, and the infinite reaches of the heavens."

"Do you wear the type of garment that Akon was wearing when he stepped from this ship on the mountaintop to protect your skin against radiation from the Sun?"

"Yes, indeed, my dear. We never expose our skin to radiation from the Sun. As a scientist, I am continuing with the work of my parents and our ancestors, in the study and research into variable stars—still a dangerous mission for both Akon and me. We look into the very beginnings of life throughout our galaxy, for we are all evolved from stardust. We are star people, and thus a part of the living galaxy in which we sense this magic lease we know as life. You, my dear, are aware of this because you are one of us. In time, we will all be together again, forever, in the cycle of our destiny, which is entwined in eternity."

"Our people have never been troglodytes," Akon quietly said. "Our dimension is space and the surface of planets—never the interior of plan­ets. Underground cities and passages are a legacy of the past, left to Earth by us. We retain the underground base at the South Pole, where the warm lakes are. This is the area of the underground city of our ancestors and in that epoch there was no ice cap. Volcanic activity keeps the area of lakes free of ice and snow, and we are able to move out of the spaceships in comfort due to the lack of radiation at that high latitude. There is a hole in the atmosphere there, through which the circumpolar vortex spirals down with the intensity of the Earth's magnetic field over the poles.

"At the poles, the Earth's magnetic fields dip earthward in a funnel- shaped pattern. As solar particles spiral down toward Earth in the mag­netic funnels above the poles, they hit and excite atoms in the upper air that give off the flashing spectral light of the auroras. These streams of charged particles from the Sun wax and wane with the eleven-year solar cycle as flares burst from the surface and bombard the Earth with radiation channelled toward the poles along the lines of force of the Earth's mag­netic field. These particles are trapped and swept from pole to pole, and they are moving fast enough—and in sufficient numbers—to excite the molecules of the ionosphere to emit their characteristic luminous spec­tra. The areas on the Earth's surface from which auroral displays aloft are observed wax and wane with the eleven-year cycle of solar activity. In its output of light in the far ultraviolet range of the spectrum, unobservable at the Earth's surface, the Sun is a variable star.

"The electrified curtain of the auroras cuts right across the Antarctic continent, as the southern auroral zone is centered about the south mag­netic pole, which is over a thousand kilometers from the geographical south pole. The south pole itself is on a high, windless plateau, where powder snow lies unbroken above hundreds of meters of compacted ice. Antarctica is the coldest and windiest region. It is much colder than the Arctic, where the relatively thin ice over the Arctic Ocean allows warm­ing of the atmosphere from below, while the air above Antarctica has no such central heating system. It lies over a massive continent, and it is literally in an ice age. Temperatures of 100 degrees below freezing can result. As a result, the insulating roof of the troposphere disappears in midwinter, leaving the lower atmosphere open to outer space."

Sheron pressed buttons on the control panel to disengage the space­ship as Akon finished speaking, and we sat down on the comfortable bench. The door closed silently and merged with the shining curved wall. The viewing lens flickered on to show the giant mothership floating in the velvet blackness of space, the radiation from the Sun striking its enor­mous shape with a stark white light against the background of brilliant stars. Beyond it I saw Earth—so alone and vulnerable, a delicate shade of blue with cloud patterns swirling white—a home of life, an island moving in the vast void of heaven.

I thought of my family so far away on that remote sphere, that ball floating in the trackless reaches of space. I drew in my breath at the incred­ible scene and felt the remoteness and restlessness that only a mother can experience. Akon drew me close to him and pressed a button at the base of the lens with his foot. The lens darkened and went blank. He began to speak again, in his gentle, reassuring voice.

"As I mentioned before, the Sun's corona extends so far from the vis­ible disk that the Earth is enveloped in it, so you can understand how the weather on Earth is controlled by the Sun. Magnetic storms in the ionosphere are worldwide since the ring current encircles the Earth and the global circulation of the atmosphere is powered by the Sun."

"So then is your base situated at the magnetic pole?" I asked with renewed interest.

"We are at the center of the Antarctic auroral zone, the southern terminus of the three key meridians." Akon quoted so many degrees west, east and east, then went on. "This is the region where magnetic instru­ments go haywire and the compass needle dips down at the magnetic pole. Radio communication cutoffs occur, and disturbance is so severe during the cycles of maximum activity on the Sun that sudden radio fadeouts occur simultaneously with the appearance of solar flares. At these high latitudes, the deviation of the compass needle and radio fadeouts occur also during the cycle of minimum solar activity. The dislocation of ordi­nary compass navigation is common within the auroral zone."

"Is your base near any of the observation stations maintained by Earth nations?" I asked.

"Yes, indeed. The French have a forward station in the immediate area of the south magnetic pole, some three hundred kilometers toward the geographic pole from their main station on the coast, while the Rus­sians are also our neighbors with two observation stations in the area of the magnetic pole. The Americans have their pole station at the geo­graphical south pole, where ionospheric observations are made through long periods of total darkness when there is no direct radiation from the Sun to ionize it and also for mapping worldwide magnetic storms at a key point on the Earth's surface.

"We regard these endeavors by Earth scientists very highly," Akon continued. "In the hostile environment of the polar regions, they have conducted themselves with great determination and courage. South African scientists have discovered a death trap above Cape Town and the South Atlantic, where there is a tendency toward the formation of a third-world magnetic pole that bends radiation downward. This danger­ous radiation now penetrates deep into the atmosphere, and the anomaly, an area of magnetic disturbances can be the prelude to a polar region of intense magnetic power."

"Is this an example of polar wandering?" I asked, deeply interested.

"The direction in which the axis of the main dipole field of the Earth lies has changed markedly over the eons of geological time, quite apart from the changes in the polarity of the dipole. The north pole has wan­dered from a point in America, over the Pacific, and up through Siberia to its present position, and so on. Stars and planets are forever changing— nothing in the galaxy is static.

"We found the pyramidal type of construction most suitable for Earth and Mars, where many earthquakes plagued us and radiation remained a hazard. The pyramids were constructed by us and used by later civiliza­tions as places of worship and for burial. They are cosmic libraries, and in time they will point the way to the stars. The human race of Earth will find an escape route to the stars and away from the violence within the Sun's system that its variable nature creates. These pointers will give them the clues. Those who find these clues will be eligible and free to fol­low us into the fathomless depths of space beyond the light barrier.

"The Moon is alien to this star system. It came with Jupiter and its retinue of planets. Jupiter is a forming star—a star condensing—and thus it retains a high velocity of rotation, a large mass, low density and the usual heat in the core retained by the star. It is a solar system within a solar system. Seven of Jupiter's planets have retained atmospheres and life as we know it. The Moon's scarred and pitted face was the direct result of her star's explosion. It was cremated beyond recognition of its former splendor. It is dead and lifeless, like other asteroids and planets in eternal orbit around waxing stars and planets, or like those forming a vast orbit of their own where they gather as flotsam in a cemetery of the solar system.

"The Earth and its companion formed a binary system as it is to this time. Through magnetic distortion, vast changes occurred on Earth at the time of conjunction, and all life has been of a predacious nature.

"Stars wax and wane. They live on as planets, creating and harboring life on their surface. Planets also die and become asteroids, meteorites and wanderers in space for all eternity. Quasars are an early stage in the life of galaxies, which also wax and wane, held in orbit by the magnetic field of a metagalaxy. Millions of galaxies speed in orbit about this super- system, which we can now detect with our instruments.

"All galaxies have a force dependence on a larger structure that remains inaccessible to observation. This state exists throughout the intergalactic medium, and is common to all galaxies, ad infinitum. Gal­axies have their life cycles. They attain globular clusters, gathered up by the magnetic fields of mature galaxies like the Milky Way. Revolving in close orbit around the spiral star system, remaining in the surrounding halo of the galaxy, and then drawn between the spiral arms as magnetic fields intensify, they remain in eternal matter as the mighty vortex storm of the galaxy condenses and finds another haven in yet another waxing galaxy or island universe.

"As stars sweep up interstellar gas, so galaxies sweep up intergalactic gas in the halo shock front, where star formation occurs. As the age of the galaxy increases, accretion is checked by the expulsion of hydrogen from the nucleus and a lessening of magnetic fields. Spatial imbalance occurs in clusters of galaxies, causing the nucleus of a star system to blow up violently due to unstable conditions before it can escape into the gen­eral field.

"Clusters of galaxies are formed from condensing intergalactic gas clouds spinning about their minor axes. Gravity then rules the rotation of galaxies, and they form and have their existence and move in fields of matter and anti-matter, and we have our existence within them. We live in our own part of space-time, within the limits of our galaxy, like a rainbow, peculiar to each observer's position. Yet we are intercom- municable. Our private rainbow systems are different, for you and I can see to a certain distance into space from a different point. The forces affecting me in function of the universe, must affect you through me," Akon quietly concluded.

"As you now understand, my dear," Sheron gently said, "Akon communicated with you many years ago from the other side of the rainbow, and you knew he was there, out there, in another extension of space- time, living in another solar system within the same galaxy. Earth time is only what you make it because of the speed of Earth in orbit around the Sun, the Earth's rotation and the speed of the entire system around the vast disk of the galaxy, according to the system's position in the galaxy. And relative to our position in the gal­axy, our home system gives us another dimension in space-time.

"By altering the wavelength of our ships moving in a vacuum, we are able to come into the Earth's space-time and materialize in Earth's skies. Now you know what it is like beyond the rainbow—away beyond the light barrier and out of this solar system where, in times to come, we will take you with us.

"Is it really possible to take me with you?" I asked with a catch of wonder in my breath.

"Of course," Akon replied. "This is why we are conditioning you to it now."

"The beauty and violence of our galactic system harbors millions of other star systems similar to the Sun's system," Akon explained, "where the cosmic rays emanating from the vast nucleus create life throughout, as in countless other galaxies. There is continuous creation of energy and matter from the cloud of hydrogen gas in the nucleus as it spreads out in the galactic vortex, condensing into matter, with the cosmic rays touching off the existence of life from the divine reservoir of short-length energy. Creation is infinite. Continuous creation and evolution gives to the mind of humankind the speed of time. Time is the process of think­ing into the fourth dimension, added to the three dimensions of matter, or planetary surfaces, matched by the perpetual motion of the inner con­sciousness to the perpetual motion of the galaxy in different time speeds to each and every solar system.

"Venus, the cradle of humankind, remained shrouded and bereft of life after the Pleistocene cycle of solar expansion, its fruitful eons of fertil­ity at an end and its vast warm seas that nurtured our beginning dried out and barren. But her glory still remains as a reality in the electric mirage, perfected by her progeny, who were compelled to move from her protec­tive surface out into the far reaches of space to propagate their species on the surface of an alien planet called Earth. There we adapted to the dif­ferent time-speed on a younger planet.

"Laying claim to Earth as a host to life, we continued to perfect our spaceships in readiness for the time when we would have to leave this solar system, prior to another wave of mass extinctions from the system's star. We knew we would have to adapt to an entirely new dimension of time as we prepared our spaceships to move into the fathomless reaches of interstellar space, and on reaching the constellation of Centaurus, we would need to adapt ourselves to a higher vibratory rate of light and time on the surface of our chosen planet.

"Now, as the old dimension passes away into the nebulous mists of time, we can only look back into the electric mirage, which retains our past for us, to see the glory of our civilization in the time of the Venus period. Now we have moved beyond that time barrier in the solar system into the time of a highly advanced system, stable and beautiful, without the violence of variable stars.

"You, my dear, have adapted well to our time dimension. We are not creatures apart in the material body. The reality lies in our magnetic link with our parent stars. Each solar system throughout the living galaxy is relative. All living creatures on the planets are connected—their brains emit radio waves and their hearts electrical rhythms in unison with the star of their system.

"Until people of Earth discover this truth, they will continue to destroy themselves and all around them." Akon's stern warning cut across my consciousness like a knife.

"There is a strange urgency to the question of their space flight pro­pulsion," he continued. "It is a fact that their star, the Sun, is dying, or changing in the cycles of time. It is purely a metamorphosis. They need to pool all their scientific knowledge and ability to perfect space travel and seek another waxing star. They must stop their eternal warring among themselves before it is too late and the Sun expands again in its cycle of lethal radiation.

"The vast amount of human energy and time now being spent on rocket research is of no avail. It will not solve the problem of interstellar travel. Men of Earth continue to fight with violence to attain power over others while their planet is in mortal danger, and the selfishness of nations restrains a struggling humanity from becoming aware of the portents of danger encircling their world."

"Is there a possibility of helping them to accelerate their space pro­gram?" I asked. "The fantastic light propulsion of your spaceships—can you not explain to them your alien science?"

The lines down Akon's cheeks etched deeper with the sternness of his reply.

"The stage of evolution reached by humankind on Earth forbids any form of communication or support. Only when they change their attitude of mind—when they become gentle and peace-loving and have the abil­ity to love and cherish all fauna and flora on their planet—will we contact them. At the present time, they have still not acquired spiritual advance­ment. They crawl and live upon the bottom of their atmospheric seas like slugs of the airy depths attuned to their immediate environment. Their eyes are sensitive to only a limited segment of the spectrum of light, and their senses are dulled by their material existence.

"Gone is the enlightenment of yore, the individual perception. Gone is the ideal life of the great universal civilization, moving in rhythm with the universe in cycles visible and invisible, which removed all uncertainty from life and provided the cosmic certainty on which civilizations thrive. In this present cycle of Earth time, we find our universal human civilization collapsed, with only fragments of its secrets surviving in isolated civiliza­tions of antiquity. This poor restless planet now harbors a race of humans confused and overcome by the forces of evil. This was created by their own low spiritual energy, and they resort to aggressive violence and destruction of their own species in frantic attempts to recapture the old magic.

"Some withdraw before the growing confusion, dedicating themselves and their successors to preserving a spiritual tradition and participating in the dreamlike current of life where all men experience a state of union with the universe—or to them, God.

"The whole process of degeneration on Earth has been accompanied by a flood of words from social and political reformers, religious leaders and philosophers. Vast stacks of books lie dormant in libraries through­out the world, their meaning misunderstood and lost in a torrent of many words. Words written or spoken cannot solve the problems of Earth, as it becomes ever more apparent that fresh combinations of words fail to penetrate the barrier of thought and prejudice among humans on Earth. The whole level of human consciousness must be raised to enable us to cooperate in any field of philosophy or science.

"We can only observe and contain them on their planet, while the conditioned attitudes of the human hordes cease to hold opinions as freshly inspired tyrants drive them on and over the bodies of their pre­decessors. This action solves the problem of such civilizations, which cannot attain enlightenment and harmony, but must destroy themselves within the violence to which they have been conditioned. We live in a violent universe. Unless men of Earth can learn to detach themselves and escape from the forces of violence in which their existence is set, they are doomed to eternal destruction.

"Men of Earth are misusing the holy secrets of nature, even causing magnetic lines of force to be irretrievably disrupted." Akon went on, again condemning the stupidity of humankind on Earth. "It is indeed sad to observe the way they are poisoning the priceless gift of their glorious atmosphere. Stupidity and ignorance are the causes of this devastation. The flora and fauna are now suffering in the murky depths created by the mindless folly of humankind. In times to come, they will smother in their own filth like bloated slugs groping in the smog of disaster.

"We can remain only for very short periods of time in the Sun's sys­tem. To land on Earth and remain in her atmosphere for any length of time is becoming increasingly impossible because of the amount of pollu­tion that now exists. Only in the high foothills of the mountains can we now breathe with comfort the life-giving air of Earth."

"Is it not possible even now to show people of Earth the way to spiritual and scientific survival?" I persisted. "The way your civilization achieved it?"

"Indeed, we can show them. But the differences are apparently insur­mountable. Earth's authorities have shown an aggressive reaction to our approach, giving orders to their air forces to shoot us down, or as that is impossible, to ram our spaceships with their own craft to bring our ships to ground. In this way, they could hope to find access to our superior tech­nology, which of course is all they want. Under these circumstances, we do not contact heads of governments or military authorities.

"The responsibilities of administration and organization lie with us—the scientists. We make decisions and control all aspects of life within our civilization. The key to our science retains our control and freedom throughout the galaxy, as we tap and use this cosmic energy and gener­ate electricity from the atmospheres of planets for our power needs. Our propulsion system for spaceships is the only true escape route to the stars, and we guard these secrets of our science with our lives against misuse by other civilizations."