“All in good time, Archie. For now, I will heal this animal. He is important, as is the other one. There are no accidents in the Universal Laws. These animals are here to aid you,” he said in an accent that was somewhat reminiscent of being Nordic in origin.
“Listen, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I want to know how you know about me. How do you know my name? What is going on, and why am I involved?” Archie’s tone was harsher than he’d intended, but he didn’t know how much time they had before they were found. It was beginning to get light, and he could see that although he’d parked under the overhanging trees, there wasn’t much in the way of foliage on the branches and that made him concerned about the amount of cover they could really provide once the sun was fully up.
“In time I will tell you what you require. We are safe for now,” Blondie said, using his eyes he motioned to the cover above. He made the statement as a matter of fact, as though he knew something that Archie didn’t.
Knowing he wasn’t going to get any answers just yet, Archie decided to have a walk up the track. Leaving the van with Kaiser watching him intently, he made his way farther up the dirt road, where, after around fifty yards or so, he found a small path that led deeper into the trees. It was just about wide enough to get the vehicle in, and the cover was apparently better, so he made the decision to move in. If they were going to be there a while, he might as well try to hide a bit better.
As he got back to the van, Blondie must have finished treating Reg. The big dog jumped out of the vehicle, ran straight to him and started rubbing against his leg. The animal was so excited that the stump of his docked tail was wagging so fast that it made his arse wobble. As Archie knelt down to pet the Rotty, Kaiser jumped out of the side door and ran at him so quickly that the force knocked him over. Both dog’s set about licking his face with such vigour that anyone passing would have thought they were trying to eat him. Archie was absolutely smothered in slob, but he loved it. They were his dog’s now, and he already loved them.
When the tongue mauling died down, Archie picked himself up and noticed that Blondie was standing beside the van, stark bollock naked. He needed clothes. Pulling the clothing bag from the kit, he knew that none of his threads would actually fit the big man properly. The best he could manage was the waterproof waders that he used when he would return a fish to the water. They weren’t going to be perfect, but they had adjustable braces. They would be better than nothing, and if nothing else, they would cover that tree branch of a knob that hung between the guy's legs. Things were bad enough without that flying around.
“Here put this on,” Archie said as he passed over the waders and a fleece-lined jacket. “I’m sure you didn’t come all this way across the Galaxy to show off your gizmo.”
He then dug out a dry set of clothes for himself and got changed. Once he was dressed, he started transferring the ammunition. He felt like some sort of action hero from a film as he stuffed the pockets full of magazines and grenades. When they were ready, he got everyone back in the van, jumped in the driver’s seat and moved the vehicle off the track and on to the pathway between the trees.
When Archie was happy that he was in as much cover as he was going to get, he stopped the vehicle, and turned off the engine, before making his way to the rear doors and letting the dog’s out again. While they wandered around for a sniff and a shit, Archie made sure all of the rifles had a fresh mag and were ready to fire. With the safeties on, he did the same with the pistols. As he was doing so, it occurred to him that Blondie might know why he was getting the flicker that told him how to use the weapons.
“Do you know why I keep getting information downloaded to my brain on how to use a weapon?” he asked, before adding. “It happens every time I touch a new gun or grenade. It’s like I already know how to use it, but I’ve never fired or even held a real gun in my life.”
“It is… complicated. I am uncertain if your consciousness is ready to accept this information yet, but I will try to explain. In human terms, it is what you call an upload, and it is sent by the consciousness of the Light to aid you in your mission. It will only happen as and when you need it.” Blondie spoke in a soft tone, knowing that what he was about to say next could completely shatter a person’s world view. “Archie, you are not what you think you are… You are one of us.”
One of them? Archie stopped what he was doing and looked at the big man. “What do you mean, one of you?” he asked.
“I am Pleiadian. I come from the planet Erra which is situated in the Pleiades star cluster, where we have colonised several Systems. Everything Earth humans have been told about extra-terrestrial life is a lie. There are many species of what you call aliens. Most are a part of a Galactic Alliance that is ruled through consent by the Great Council of Light,” he spoke clearly. “The Council is made up of many species that are elected by the Alliance Senate, similar to how the Governments of Earth are perceived to be made. They write the Galactic Laws that are obeyed throughout the Galaxy. One of the first laws is the non-interference law; that means that no species can interfere in the development of an undeveloped world - a planet such as Earth would fall into that category.” Blondie took a seat in the doorway of the van before continuing. “We, the Pleiadians, believe there is something very wrong here on this planet. We monitor the development of certain worlds, and we believe that the Draconian Empire has infiltrated your governments to influence the development of the human race. We have long suspected Draco involvement here but have been unable to provide the necessary proof to enable the Council to act.”
“Hold on, Blondie. What do you mean? I have no idea what you’re talking about,” said Archie, clearly confused.
“We believe that the Draconians; the reptilians, have infiltrated the people who truly run the planet. I say truly because the real rulers are not the elected politicians. There are secret societies which make the real decisions, and the elected are simply the face of puppets put in place to keep the real decision makers secret from the civilian population. There are beings from other worlds… the Draco, that control these societies that rule the world, which by extension means that the Draco rule the world. They are controlling everything, from government, religious and financial systems, to the entertainment industry. Everything; including the weather, they run it all. By being in control of these systems, the Draconian’s have control of humanity.”
Archie had done a bit of research into the worlds secret societies, so some of this made a little bit of sense. However, his studies had been limited, to say the least. At the time he felt that there wasn’t anything he could about the cabals that ran the governments, so he had focused most of his time into the things he could change or effect; like the spirituality and the UFO thing. After all, it didn’t take much to go into a field and look into the night sky for freaky lights, whereas taking on the establishment would be suicidal.
“I think I might need a history lesson here, mate,” he said. “My knowledge of the Masons is limited.”
“I will try to explain. The Masonic Knights of Dark Light have been around since antiquity but on the Earth date of May 1st, 1776, a Professor who went by the code name Brother Spartacus, along with four others, founded the Order of the Illuminati. They aimed to use ancient esoteric mysticism to bring the world out of the darkness of slavery and into the light, thereby allowing freedom for all mankind. They were going to infiltrate all elements of government to achieve their goal. They were becoming more and more successful as they beat back the Masons, who had used the same mysticism for their own ends of power and wealth. That is, until the year 1784, when they were met by a contingent of Draconian’s who, after performing human sacrifices on children, forced the group to join with the Masons and submit to the reptilians will and use the influential positions attained by both of the Societies to carry out Draconian deeds.”
“Wait, wait… okay, I’ve heard of both of these groups,” Archie said. “Didn’t the Illuminati get discovered because
one of their couriers got struck by lightning and was found to have their manual or something? And didn’t they die out shortly after?”
“Ah, so you are familiar with them. Good. Yes, but no,” Blondie replied. “They never died out. That was nothing more than an illusionary smoke screen to ensure they remained hidden from the population. The manual that was found actually planned for the implementation of the French Revolution, which was designed to remove the government of the time and replace it with Illuminati members. When this all came to light, the organisation had to go deeper underground because they were being hunted across the globe and anyone who was found to be a part of the group was executed. There are truths among the lies of history. The lightning that struck the courier down wasn’t lightning at all.” The Pleiadian thought for a moment before continuing. “This all happened at a time when we had sent a scout ship to perform routine analysis of the planet and its inhabitants. The ship detected energy signatures beyond what the human population could have generated at that time of development. The ships Traton, or to you, the Captain sent a communications drone back to Erra, but unfortunately, it was severely damaged. The only real intelligence we could ascertain from it was that the ship had encountered a hostile species that were not of the world’s inhabitants and they had taken measures to prevent the alien influence. We have cross-referenced what we got from the drone with Earth history and came to believe that the lightning strike on the courier was, in fact, a beam weapon from our scout ship. Fired in an effort to prevent any further alien interference. There were no storms detected for that area on our long-range telescopes or scanning equipment. The scout ship never returned home. We assume it was destroyed during the encounter. The last thing we got from the drone was the Traton saying to start the Earth Born Project. That alone meant that something was seriously wrong on Earth.”
Sadly, after what Archie had seen during the night, it was evident that the reptiles were working with human defence forces. This was beginning to look bad… really bad.
Blondie continued. “The Illuminati Masonic governments of the world signed a treaty with the Draconians. The humans wanted technological advances in exchange for both animal and human abductions; apparently, the Draco wanted to study them. The humans who signed this treaty thought they could limit and control what the reptiles could do on the planet. They were wrong, and now there is nothing they can do to change it. Eventually, the governments would come to realise that the study was never part of the reptilian agenda. The Draco is a mighty warrior race. Far too powerful for humans to challenge.”
“Okay, I’ll buy that for a minute, but how do I fit into all this? I was born in London, I didn’t arrive in any spaceships,” Archie said.
“You are Pleiadian, Archie. Albeit in consciousness only. Before you were born into this incarnation, you were a Pleiadian. Specifically, High Traton of the Armies of Tardra, equivalent to the rank of General in human terms. Tardra is the Pleiadian military world. The Earth Born Project was designed to transfer consciousness from one of us into a human foetus that would have otherwise been stillborn. You chose this… it is your mission. When you began your way through the spiritual path as an Earthman, your consciousness opened to the Light, and that was our signal to make contact with you and remind you of your task.”
“What the fuck have you been smoking? Are you on drugs?” Archie couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The mere prospect of there being any truth in what he was being told was outrageous.
“Just think about it for a moment,” Blondie said calmly. “There have been things that you have always known. You knew the name of your wife, long before you met her. You even knew from which area of the city she would originate. You have been compelled into various practices. You frequently experience the phenomena known as déjà vu. These experiences are not a coincidence. There are no coincidences in the Universal Laws. You have always felt that you were here for a reason. Open your heart and mind and think about it.”
Archie sat there, dumbstruck. He didn’t know what to say. The Pleiadian was right on all counts. He’d never been able to explain it, but he did know his wife’s name before meeting her, and he knew the area from which she would live. In fact, everything that had been said was true. Even the bit about feeling like he had been put on earth for a reason, although, he’d always suspected that might just have been an ego thing.
Blondie went on to talk about Pleiadian life and culture, and as he was speaking, Archie was shocked to realise that he could not only picture but understand it as well. He felt like he was being reminded of something he already knew rather than hearing it for the first time. Blondie said that all Pleiadians, although individuals, were connected through consciousness. Their life spans were over a thousand years. They were a peaceful race that abided by the Galactic Laws rigidly, and they took the defiance of those rules seriously; particularly the Non-Interference Law. Infringement of this Law could mean death for the individual perpetrator or severe economic or military sanctions for any species responsible. This Law wasn’t just limited to undeveloped worlds but all worlds within the Galactic Alliance.
There is no crime in Pleiadian society, to even think about it would be to commit it. There is no monetary system; there is no need for such a system as the needs of all the people were catered for as a fundamental right. They have their own governing council, similar to that of the Galactic Council, that would govern the entire race of all seven worlds they had colonised within the Pleiades star cluster. Every decision that the council made had to be for the betterment of the species as a whole.
Each planet that makes up Pleiadian civilisation has its own purpose, such as education, where the people spend their early lives. They put great importance on each person knowing who and what they are. They learn about galactic history and their place within it. Information and education are open to all, and there are no limits on what subject or how long a person can study. They learn a multitude of skills and practices that can, if they wish, lead to what they eventually do within society. Everything that they learn is for the benefit of the entire race.
There is a planet solely to produce goods for whatever is needed throughout the system; everything from ships, food, clothing, and electrical appliances. In fact, all production is created there, with the exception of weaponry and military vehicles. Tardra is the only planet within the cluster that deals with anything military. There, all strategic and security issues are prioritised and dealt with. This includes a specialist department that provides a contingent of Pleiadian military vehicles and personnel to the Galactic Alliance Security Forces, where they enforce the Laws throughout the entire Galaxy. Although, if the Pleiadian Council doesn’t sanction a particular action to be taken by the Galactic Alliance, they do not allow their forces to be involved. It’s the same choice for all member species.
The whole conversation was becoming too much for Archie to take in, which must have been evident because, after about an hour of talking, Blondie suggested that they stop so that Archie could digest the information he had received.
While he was thinking over what he had been told, Archie started to get the cooking equipment together, hunger had hit him like a bullet to the gut. He filled two pots with water and put them on the ground for the dogs. As he reached into the van for the camping stove, Blondie asked him what had happened to the rest of his crew. One thing Archie learned from his time in the ambulance service was to not beat about the bush when giving bad news. You shouldn’t say to a bereaved family member “they’re gone” or “they’re not with us anymore” because this could lead to confusion, and provoke a response like, “where have they gone” or “who are they with then”. No, you told them outright.
“Sorry mate, they’re all dead,” Archie said. “You were the only survivor.”
“Okay, thank you,” Blondie replied calmly. He accepted the news remarkably well, considering all of his friends were dead and he was marooned on an alien world.
“You se
emed to take that fairly well, mate.” Archie was probing.
“For us, death is only physical. Our bodies die, but our consciousness joins that of the Light Elders. But if a Pleiadian is caught violating the Universal Laws, they are executed; their consciousness is wiped from existence. Although this never happens nowadays. But general death is viewed more as though the person is moving on to a higher plain of existence, is usually celebrated.”
This was all very interesting, but Archie started feeling ill. Sitting down on a fallen tree stump, he noticed that the wounds on his head had begun to really hurt. His vision started spinning as if he was drunk. He couldn’t figure out what was happening to him, and after a few minutes, he started having difficulty breathing, he couldn’t seem to catch his breath.
Blondie was still talking, but all Archie could hear was the sound that came from an audio file or video being played too slow. He stopped trying to listen, he was getting worse, and it wasn’t long before the dog’s noticed something was wrong with him. They both started barking in his direction, which drew Blondies attention to the struggling human.
Kneeling down next to the stricken man, the Pleiadian was asking what was wrong, but Archie couldn’t answer, he couldn’t talk, his speech was eluding him. Finally, he collapsed face first to the ground. Blondie rolled him onto his back and pulled out the remote control and shined some sort of light over Archie’s entire his body, from head to toe.
“How did you get these wounds?” the Pleiadian asked. Archie couldn’t answer. “Were you attacked by a reptilian?”
All Archie could do was nod his head slightly. He was in trouble, and he knew it. The pain was indescribable. It wasn’t just in his head either, his entire body felt like it was on fire.
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