Human By Day, Zeta By Night

by Judy Carroll

  “We trade freely with many interplanetary cultures, so we just assumed that it would be the same on Earth. With the Earth about to jump to the next evolutionary level, we honestly believed they would be more than ready and willing to accept our help. But we underestimated their fear — we just can’t seem to get past it! We’re supposed to be acting as midwives to assist their rebirth into the next galactic level on the Human Ladder, but the process is being blocked by fear and ego. The labor pains are happening, but some simply refuse to begin the journey down the ‘birth canal.’

  “So is this why you and Ashka are down here now in human form — to try to reach them on their own level where they feel safer?”

  “Yes, precisely. It’s a last, desperate attempt to get through to them while we are also assisting the newer generation, the Star Children.”

  “And if you fail, then what?”

  “Those who still refuse to allow themselves to open up to greater realities will remain stuck where they are, mired in fear and chaos. They will have to wait for another cycle before they can evolve further, and will go through some very unpleasant and difficult times in the process. And as we are all One, if one small part of the whole stubbornly refuses to evolve and grow, then everyone else is affected as well.

  “It’s the same as if you break your ankle, or even your toe. Your whole leg and eventually your whole body ends up affected and aching because of the difficulty you experience in walking. The universe is the whole body, and all the many planets, suns and galaxies are intrinsic parts of that body.

  “Earth humans see the whole as being fragmented because in their own minds they themselves are fragmented. Everything around you is seen and experienced through the lens of your own subconscious, which is the dwelling place of all your buried fears — your inner demons.”

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  Chapter 29 All Gypsies Look Alike

  “Good God,” said Paco after meeting Ashka/Kaz for the first time, face to face in Earthling form, “what a strange little creature! In fact, almost as strange as you!”

  “Gee thanks, Paco. Your native Latin charm and chivalry are still honed as sharp as ever I see.”

  “Well, you must admit she’s a bit off. For goodness sake, she smoked at least three cigarettes during the time she was here, and downed a couple of glasses of wine as well. Although I must admit she carries it off with style — an inbuilt aplomb as it were. Don’t get me wrong, I do like her, but I find her a wee bit weird, that’s all. And you say she’s married with children? Kept herself in good shape for all that — never know she’d had two kids. Her husband Sam seems a nice, regular sort of guy. Does he know she’s an ET?”

  “No, I don’t think so. Probably freak if he found out.”

  “Amazing!” Paco shook his head in wonderment. “How the heck does she manage, you know, being married and a mother and all, as well as doing work ‘upstairs’?”

  “I have no idea. She told me she wanted to really experience what it is to be Earth human. But then that’s Ashka all over, tending to grab every opportunity with both hands in order to experience life. Up on the disc she’s no different, in fact probably more so, because down here in human form we’re more fragmented and ‘watered down’ as it were — less our true personality. Needless to say, she’s finding the experience of marriage and motherhood both interesting and challenging. No wonder she enjoys a cigarette or two and a glass of wine occasionally.”

  “Now that’s another thing. I thought you ETs would know better and that you’d try to keep your physical bodies as pure and healthy as possible. So how come she smokes and drinks?”

  “Oh, Paco, for heaven’s sake! You carry on as if she’s an alcoholic. She probably doesn’t drink very often, but just enjoys a glass or two of wine with her dinner or to be sociable, as I do. Yes, we’re ETs, but we’re also human while we’re down here, and can have human needs and desires just like anyone else. And anyway, have you ever seen me drunk?”

  “No, of course not.” he replied sheepishly.

  “Well then,” I added, “and besides you can’t talk! You’re not exactly a teetotaller now, are you, and not averse to polishing off a bottle of good red every so often. Stop being so damned judgmental and sanctimonious! Being a Guardian living down here in human form with a husband and two kids to look after, she probably needs a good, stiff drink occasionally to get her through.

  “Yeah, I hear you. I need a drink occasionally and I’m not living dual lives!”

  “To tell you the truth, I don’t know how the heck she does it. Although I do notice she always starts her shift with a few minutes of healing and recuperation time in one of our special chairs. But then again, this is part of why ones like us are down here in physical form. It’s to learn about and experience everything we possibly can about being an Earth human, and for some of us that means marrying an Earth human, having a family and holding down a job.”

  “Ah yes, now I remember! One night up on the disc you told me Ashka worked for the government when she was in her human form.”

  “Yes, that’s right. She worked for the Immigration Department, and her job dealt with tracing the whereabouts of illegal aliens.”

  Paco gave an ill-suppressed snort of laughter. “Yep, that’d be right! Lucky she didn’t accidentally turn herself in after a few drinks.”

  “Oh, knock it off!” I snapped, starting to get fed up with his smart comments. “What’s your problem anyway?”

  “Well, to tell you the truth,” he admitted, “I do feel a bit uncomfortable with the idea of a whole bunch of ETs running around down here disguised as humans, when most of us real humans are not even aware of it.”

  It wasn’t often that I lost my temper, but at that moment the temptation to explode got the better of me, and I turned on him. “Oh, you do, do you! And why would that be? Do you think we’re planning to take over your precious planet or something? If you really and truly think that of us, then there’s not much point in me going on, is there?”

  “Whoa, hang on Ali Cat!”

  “No, damn it, you hang on! Look, Paco, if I could just up and leave and go back to my own people for good, do you think I wouldn’t? Have you any vague idea of what it’s like for ones like Ashka and me down here? It’s no bloody picnic, that’s for sure!

  “If we were here for that reason, to sneakily infiltrate your society in order to take over this planet, we’d have done it years ago — in fact centuries or even millennia ago, when you were all living in caves or grass huts, with nothing more than sticks and stones to defend yourselves. But no, we waited around for millennia, until you acquired the technology off the Controllers to shoot our discs down and to imprison us in rooms surrounded by electromagnetic fields that effectively stop us from dematerializing and escaping, then we make our move to take you over. That says a whole lot for our intelligence, doesn’t it?”

  “But Ali …”

  “Be quiet and let me finish! If you only knew it, we would give the world, our world, your world, any world, to just pack up and go home — to go back to the Realm Consciousness with our own people, where there is real unconditional love, caring, compassion and Oneness! Not like this divided, shallow, competitive, materialistic bloody society that you Earthlings guard so defensively and jealously against any change in the status quo, and get so scared of anyone who comes in to try to help you to make this change — to teach you to be one with all creatures, no matter what they look like on the outside!”

  Here I just had to stop to catch my breath, and Paco took the opportunity to back away, holding his hands up in self-defense. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry Ali Cat. Come on now, please calm down. Wow, you little Greys sure do display emotion when you really get riled up! Tell me, do tempers ever let fly on the disc?”

  “No, of course not. At least not often, anyway,” I added, trying to crack a smile but not succeeding very well.

  “Look, Ali Cat,” Paco put his arm around me, giving me a brotherly hug, “I know you get h
omesick for your own people, and I’m really happy for you that you’ve connected with your friend Ashka down here in human form, but if you could manage to go home, to go back to your own people permanently, I’d miss you so much. We’ve been together since we were kids, almost like twins; in fact people think we are because we even look alike — same dark eyes, hair color, build and facial structure. It’s quite weird when you think about it.

  “I know people tend to stereotype cultures, and those who know we’re both Romany probably put it down to that. As far as they’re concerned, all Gypsies look alike, but we know that’s not correct, so it must be as you say — that we belong to the same soul family, and our energies resonate in a similar frequency pattern. If that is the case, then you’re the only family I’ve got, so don’t ever go off on the disc and not come back, please.

  He definitely had me softening now. “Ok, Paco, I…”

  “Hold it, let me finish,” he went on, “I know this is not an easy planet to live on sometimes, and yes, too, Earthlings can be divisive, competitive, extremely shallow, and materialistic, but the trick is to try not to focus too much on the negative side of humanity. There are plenty of really good, kind, caring people down here too, and as you always say yourself, like attracts like. If you put all your energy into being positive and kind yourself, then that is the sort of person you’ll draw to you, whereas if you go through life feeling negative and angry, then that is what you’ll attract. It’s all in your own hands. You’ve said that to me enough times.”

  “There you go, Paco. You really get it! Now you’re teaching me.” I had to smile. “That’s why you’re such a good priest, isn’t it? With me around giving you advice, you can’t go too far wrong. Now come on, you stop being negative too, and tell me what you really think of Ashka in Earth human form. And don’t tell me that you don’t know her well enough. You’re the psychic in the family, and I could see you examining her aura.”

  “Okay then — looking at the energy field surrounding her, she reminds me of a fairy, or even an angel, but a slightly fallen one — a very ‘human’ one. I could easily see a halo around her head — a lovely soft, glowing halo in a silvery, sort of mother-of-pearl color, but tilted at a cheeky, jaunty angle on her head.

  “Despite those angelic, golden curls and large, innocent-looking blue eyes,” he went on, “I can well imagine she keeps everybody upstairs on their toes with her wicked sense of fun, but at the same time there’s an incredible depth of goodness and kindness there. Yes, Ali Cat, I’m glad you’ve made contact down here. You’ll be good for each other. But my goodness, I hope she isn’t Catholic, because with the pair of you let loose during Mass, havoc of some sort would be inevitable.”

  “No, don’t worry,” I chuckled, “she isn’t … but her husband and children are, so she’ll be sure to come along with them on special occasions.”

  Head shaking slowly from side to side, eyes raised heavenward and hands clasped in fervent supplication was Paco’s unspoken but nevertheless eloquent response.

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  Chapter 30 Star Nations Conference

  The very atmosphere itself was weighty with the important issues that were to be discussed during the course of the meeting scheduled for that night in the conference room on the big disc. All of our Guardian Elders were present, as well as representatives from every one of the various planetary cultures that together form what is known on Planet Earth as the Star Nations.

  The huge auditorium was abuzz with anticipatory whisperings and twitterings in a myriad of different tongues and dialects, with each individual seat containing a special translation device automatically linked in to the consciousness of whoever was sitting in that seat at any given moment. In this way everybody could easily understand what was being said, either by the speaker up at the podium, or the person sitting next to them.

  Potentially, this problem of language could have been overcome through direct telepathic communication, which we generally use, but some planetary species have thought waves that are faster or slower than others, so, for this reason, the translation units attached to the seats make things just a little easier and more efficient.

  Our people were to be the main contributors to this evening’s program, with discussions centered upon the progress being made in our work with the human species of Planet Earth.

  “Alarca!” Ashka greeted me warmly as I moved towards a seat she’d kept beside her. “You’re a bit late! I thought you weren’t going to get here. And look, here’s Solarno and Asara. They also only arrived a couple of minutes ago. Funny that, the way everybody seems to arrive at these meetings at the very last minute.”

  I gazed past her to acknowledge our two Pleiadian friends who had joined us, and contemplated their appearance — tall, fair, and blue-eyed, with well-proportioned, human-like bodies. I thought it was funny how researchers on Earth who deal with the study of ET races often assume that the same “pecking order” applies with us as on their own planet, presuming that those ETs who are beautiful and normal-looking by Earthling standards are automatically superior and in charge, and ones like us who are not so handsome or attractive in Earth human terms are the “slaves,” or at least lesser or sometimes even negative beings. Won’t they be surprised to find that the more evolved a civilization is, the stranger it may appear.

  “Hey, Alarca,” Solarno’s telepathic voice rang in my head, “what’s in that data pod you’ve got there?”

  “Oh, it’s just information for the conference,” I answered, holding the tiny silicon wafer out in my palm to show them. “It’s a whole file of reports on various Earth folk we’ve been working with for the past year. That’s why I’m late getting here — I had trouble downloading it from the darned computer. Is Maris here yet? I have to give it to him to pass on to the Head of the Council. Ah, speak of the devil — here he comes.”

  “Alarca, shhh!” Ashka hissed. “He’ll hear you!”

  “Honestly, Alarca,” Asara shook her head, “I really don’t know how you haven’t been demoted right back down to level one, the way you carry on with the Elders, especially poor Maris.”

  My own esteemed Teacher Maris, with his huge black, almond-shaped eyes focused directly upon me, and his black cape billowing behind him, glided rather than walked straight towards us.

  Feeling some trepidation that perhaps he’d telepathically picked up on my insolent remark, I remained standing respectfully until he reached our seats, but then I was forced to sit down quickly to let him past. Problem was I hadn’t noticed the food tube Ashka had placed on my seat to mark it taken. The top wasn’t secure, and the sudden weight of my gray container descending upon it sent a generous spurt of rather messy-looking pink paste all down the front of Maris’s black suit. To make matters worse, it wasn’t just standard purply-pink paste, but the vitamin-enhanced version, containing sparkly, fluorescent granules sprinkled generously throughout. This paste can be eaten by mouth or rubbed into the skin, and it is nutritionally excellent, but rather difficult to clean up after spills.

  My venerable and usually extremely dignified teacher jumped backwards in shock, at the same time letting go a whole string of quite descriptive and colorful words that I’d rather not translate for the sake of propriety. Lucky he wasn’t sitting in one of the seats, otherwise they would have been translated automatically for the benefit of all. Not game to look at Ashka, Solarno or Asara, and most especially not at Maris’s face, my eyes remained riveted on the large, sparkly, purply-pink stain that now decorated the front of my Teacher’s black clothes.

  I then felt something shaking, and I turned to see Ashka struggling with every ounce of her small, gray being to stem the laughter that was threatening to explode at any second. With long, fingers clamped over her mouth, her eyes said it all. Solarno and Asara were not much better, with both of them quite red in the face in a massive attempt at control.

  Laughter under such circumstances is inevitable and lethally contagious, but just as a giant tidal
wave of mirth threatened to engulf me, my Teacher’s voice pulled me sharply back from the brink of no return.

  “Alarca, look what you’ve done! Now what am I supposed to do? I am first speaker up on the podium. How can I stand up in front of the entire Star Nation Council looking like this? Honestly, why can’t you be more careful?”

  “Well,” I hedged, mouth aperture trembling and eyes watering, but trying nevertheless to be helpful, “you could always hold your cape closed in front of you. Maybe if you’re lucky nobody will notice.”

  “Well, now, Alarca,” came his icy reply, “I’ll just have to, won’t I! You have put me in a position where I have no other choice!”

  Gathering all of his considerable dignity about himself, along with his cape, my Teacher stepped up to the podium. I must say he looked extremely impressive as his huge dark eyes regarded the audience from beneath the wide brim of his black hat. With the usually flowing cape held closely around his tall, thin frame, he appeared even more imposing, and dare I say, rather batlike. More waves of barely suppressed amusement from nearby told me that Ashka was tuning in telepathically to my thoughts, so I quickly directed them into safer and more neutral territory to put her off.

  “Greetings to all of you,” my Teacher began, “as you all know, this conference has been called this evening to discuss the ongoing problems and difficulties we are experiencing in our transmutation work with the human species of Planet Earth. As many of you are aware, they are one of the youngest humanoid life-forms in the universe, and inclined to stubbornness, but at the same time they are also capable of great goodness. This is why we have called upon other human species from various galactic levels of the universe for assistance in dealing with them.”

  Maris paused here for a moment or two to gather his thoughts before going on. “After several unsuccessful attempts at contact immediately following their last major war, and note I say major war to distinguish it from the many smaller, regional wars that continually disturb the energy frequencies of their planet, it became obvious that physical, face-to-face contact at that point in time, at least with us, was well-nigh impossible.