Read Homo Avatarius: ( Your Consciousness is an Alien ) Online

Authors: JT Alblood

Tags: #genesis code, #alien, #mongol, #gladiador, #black death, #genghis kahn, #warlord, #time travel, #history

Homo Avatarius: ( Your Consciousness is an Alien ) (15 page)

I laughed quietly to myself as I listened to the grandiose ambitions of this person whose life I saved.


One must have powerful weapons to win such a war,” I said. “When I was a child…I had a teacher…” I suddenly realized how much it hurt to talk about them, but I was able to continue after removing the part involving my mother.


His father was one of the first archaeologists and studied civilizations that existed nearly five thousand years ago,” I continued. “Back then, people were much different than us, and they had incredibly powerful weapons that could destroy their enemies instantly. There are other worlds and lives, do you understand? People living there are not only intelligent but also very strong. They can visit the Earth at certain intervals, help the ones they favor to survive and succeed in their effort at killing others. If they want, they can even abolish a race.”


Aliens?” he asked directly.


Other worlds. Those little stars you see are actually huge suns, and they have many more planets around them like ours. If they live there and have the technology to reach here from space, then imagine what kind of weapons they must have.”


So, you mean there are other worlds apart from this one, and there are other beings…not humans?”


Well…of course…would archaeologists and scientists and the inscriptions of thousands of years lie? Think of our civilization, which is only 300–400 years old, and think about what we can do. If you extend that 500 years, who knows what we would have?—flying cities, huge ships sailing underwater, weapons that burn the enemy from miles away.”


What are they called?”


They? The aliens?”


Nah, those old civilizations. The Egyptians?”


No, much older than that.”

The soldier nodded with interest.


There were the Sumerians in southwest Asia and civilizations further away than that, societies in India who used Sanskrit, and those who lived underground in the steppes of Asia, whose name I can’t remember now. There were also two old continents: Atlantis and Mu. But they are really old. I don’t know much about them.”

As I spoke, the excitement of my childhood returned. I was fascinated and felt like telling him everything that came to my mind. Talking about it made me forget the current situation and everything else that had happened.

When morning came, we ate breakfast, packed our leftovers and decided to move on. With our guide, the wolf, ahead of us and the hand of the blind soldier on my shoulder we set off through the forest.

After we crossed a small mountain beyond the forest, we came across a military camp on the plains. Fortunately, they were looking for us. I led the soldier to the infirmary where we hugged and said goodbye to each other. Then, after reporting what we had been through to the command center, I was sent back to the front.

I learned much later that the offensive I had been involved in was the battle of Somme and that one million people had died. One million people. If each soul weighs twenty-one grams, then twenty-three tons had left the Earth in that fight.

That made me think of the one life I had saved and it reminded me of the story of the boy and the starfish. After a storm, the story goes, countless starfish were stranded on the coast in the morning. A little boy walked among them, throwing the ones he could reach back to the sea. A man came up to the boy and said, “There are so many starfish, does it make any difference to save them?” The child looked at the man, then at the starfish in his hand, and threw the starfish into the sea. Then he turned to the man and said, “It makes a difference to that one.”

I never asked the name of the soldier. The pain, death and horror I witnessed after that day lasted for so many years that, if the incident with the blind man hadn’t been my first memory of the war, I would have forgotten all about it. When the war ended, I went back to Vienna, and years later, I moved to Germany. When I read about temporary blindness as a possible symptom of battlefield stress, I remembered that poor soldier and the time we spent in the forest.

It was only later, while working as a successful psychiatrist and psychoanalyst and trying to publish my own objections to the political movements around me, that I began to experience the disadvantages of being Jewish. My academic achievements and confidence in myself didn’t save me from the harassment, insults, and attacks of 1933. After I published my books
Mass Psychology of Fascism
and
Character Analysis
, several articles in the newspapers targeted me personally. It was a thoroughly depressing time.

That’s why, when I spied two young men with brown shirts coming out of a pitch-dark car and approaching the door of my house, I thought my end was near. I opened the door in despair, and when they only pressed an envelope in my hand, I was astonished. I opened the envelope with hands shaking from a mix of fear and relief. Inside, was a letter addressed to me along with a few official, signed documents. The documents consisted of a single permission to leave the country, including the proper supporting papers. The letter addressed to me was a single page and topped by a letterhead featuring an eagle holding a swastika in its claws.

 

Dear Lieutenant,

 

You asked me to pay you what I owed. As I have erased everything that belonged to my previous life, I would love to include you in this. You might have already realized how rapidly I moved on to do what I said I would after the war. Gathering information in order to build my strength, I have followed your life after the war quite closely, and I have learned much about your past, including your childhood. Of course, your old tutor, who now works for me, contributed a lot. I am sorry for what happened to your mother, and I assure you, after the process of taking advantage of him is over, your tutor will be punished as a little favor from me.

 

I politely insist that you leave the country so that you will not be affected by what is coming, nor risk conflict with me over your political views. Please note that this request, and the concession, are one-time offers only. The necessary documents and permission are attached.

 

Signature: The Nationalist Socialist German Workers Party and the Chancellor of Germany,

Adolf Hitler

 

When I turned the page over with my still-shaking hands, I found a pencil drawing: An old tree, and in its trunk a little open cavity, a lake beside the tree, and a pitch-black forest encircling them all. The memory returned of a blind soldier drawing—using my eyes.

 

When the child chose a starfish from among the thousands on the beach and threw it back to the sea, did he carry the weight of that starfish’s later sins? How many people can you kill by saving one?

 

Limbo

 


Welcome back, sir.”


Where am I? Who are you?”


It is the Limbo Station. You have recalled the experiment of Wilhelm Reich for the last time.”


Yes, yes. I remember everything now.”


By ‘everything’, you mean that you have all your memories and abilities back, right?”


I can only say ‘probably.’ I am not in a position to compare, as you know. I feel like I have myself back and I know who we are. We developed and evolved on a planet in a faraway star system. We don’t have shape or form. We are made of pure information and energy.”


Correct, Sir.”


But I still have questions. Why don’t we have...? I mean, are we a life form at all? Why do we need human bodies?”


Your race was born and developed in a star system in another galaxy. You have reached the last step in your development, one in which you no longer need an organic form.”


The last step?”


The last step that is known. All the data that exists in the organ called the brain is in a memory bank. The management module and the home of the consciousness are copied to the inorganic platform, and there, they exist forever.”


You mean like transferring all the data into a computer?”


Sort of. Among the transporters known as humans, the ones named dark matter and dark energy form 95% of the universe. The perceived and measured objects, such as stars, planets, and the integral parts of living beings, such as light and radio waves, are only a small part of the universe. They are like the nail of an elephant, the only perceived part of a much larger whole.”


And we live in the level of this dark substance and energy and copy ourselves?” I asked.


Yes, sir. We live at the level where all the components of the real universe are perceived, all the power and dimensions, including quantum entanglement and gravity and the relations among them. At our level, everything becomes clear.”


It wasn’t very reasonable to live in a human form with its 5% perceptibility.”


Actually, if you account for the mere 5% of data that is collected during the use and management of the human body, their rate of perception becomes incredibly small, approximately 2.5 per thousand.”


Are we there, then?”


The distances in space are vast, sir. Actually, we are hundreds of light years away. What are sent here are only small parts of reflections. Think of the quantum entanglement principle.”


Yes, I know its logic: as two particles that interact with each other travel farther away from each other, they share the same information independently, and a single effect on one simultaneously affects the other.”


Sir, the technology you use reflects this. If you send entangled particles to a specific coordinate at light speed, such as the limbo in the orbit of the Earth, a simultaneous relationship occurs between the particles you have sent and the half that stayed with you. Thanks to that, you can receive and send data.”


But why the Earth? Why do we go inside humans and dominate them?”


The distance is vast, and we are limited to light speed. Compared to sending a space craft across a long distance, sending a consciousness and using living forms at our destination as avatars is far preferable. If the aim is to examine, observe, and convey the experiences there, this is the one and only way.”


But why humans?”


They are the only beings who have improved enough storage modules that can collect information and make a decision. Of course, it has taken a long time to eliminate the incompatible ones from the gene pool in order to create a race with the desired features. This is how the wild hunter and gatherer communities from ten thousand years ago were thus tamed over time.”


So we are the reason for all those wars, diseases, and death? It was all to bring about the taming of quiet, strong, and fast horses that can carry us on their backs without throwing us off, like breeding sheep that produce more milk, meat, and wool?”


Correct logic, sir.”


Are all the living humans used and managed by us?”


Almost, sir. There are some human communities trying to live untamed. You leave them to protect nature.”


Does that mean that all the earth’s known civilization, the products of thought, the art work, I mean…these are all masterpieces of ours? Have we created all of this?”


Before you arrived, the wild humans used to live eating carcasses, raw meat, tree leaves, and roots, and if you hadn’t come, they would still be doing the same. Like monkeys, they would only have stones to hunt their prey and smash their fruit. But now, a species that struggled to survive for half a million years can travel by plane, exchange data on the internet, and use a lot of devices they don’t fully understand. Leaving a wild animal on its own and waiting for it to invent the microwave would take us beyond the lifespan of the universe. It is more likely for sand particles blowing in the desert to fall to the ground and build the Eiffel Tower.”


What about religion? The holy books?”


That is a really interesting subject, sir. Actually, all the holy books and religions arose not from us but from the primitive humans we manage. Maybe that’s why you can’t understand it. Also, we still haven’t found the entity that tries so hard to be in touch with them. The one they call ‘God;’ their perception window is just too narrow.

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