‘Endowed with the formidable powers of his divine beginnings, this fierce reptile-like mutation rapidly dominated the embryonic order and assumed the role of overlord. The entire Archon colony came alive under his demonic fire. But spiritually blind and fiercely territorial, he refused to obey the place from which he came. This caused the entire species to be cut off from the divine nutritive energy source from which they issued. Unable to generate their own energy the formidable shape-shifters had to become parasites in order to survive. Mind parasites.’
‘Mind parasites?’
‘Yes. Messengers of deception. They descended upon dying worlds like swarms of locusts and consumed them by forcing the invaded population to devolve to lower and lower states of vibration. By chaining those souls in the darkest of conditions of fear and slavery they secure themselves the energy of the invaded populations, not only to sustain themselves, but to enlarge their empire based on their essence of envy, hate, lust for power, selfishness, dishonesty, cunning, devastation, destruction, and domination by whatever methods available. Do you recognize this world I have described?’
‘Are you suggesting that our world has already been colonized by this alien intelligence?’
‘The greatest invasions happen in secrecy. Remember, the parasites must avoid exposure and rectification of their activities at all costs. They want to steal our inner light; and the best way to keep humans from claiming their own inner light is to give them delusional beliefs about their divinity. Who do you think is the arrogant, vicious, demented impostor deity we come across as the jealous God of our holiest of books?’
Black lost his dazed expression. ‘Would you have me believe that God is a fierce, demonic beast?’ he cried.
‘The measure of your surprise is the extent of their success. It would be so easy to pretend that I am the liar and the fomenter of discontent. But think about the gods that have come to humanity. What do you really think of “gods” who demand blind obedience, urge men on to “holy” wars, mandate that their followers smite each other, favor one race over another, punish children for the sins of their fathers, demand animal and human sacrifices, and promise purgatory and hell to anybody that does not bow down to them?’
Black remained silent, but the thought came… If anything slithers like snake.
‘Tell me the truth, my son, do you really think Earth is a divine place being overseen by an infinitely loving God?’
He was standing at the crossroad and being asked to choose. He thought of the blameless animals in the wild, constantly tormented by flies, fleas, parasites, leeches, intestinal worms, and a multitude of other diseases and troubles. He thought of the starving children in Africa and the food mountains in the West. He thought of the wars, the diseases, the environmental pollution, and the unbridled greed and corruption that fuelled the network. The system was indefensible. He shook his head slowly.
‘Only a blind fool or an evil one could not think up some better arrangement than this vile one with its mechanisms of exploitation, misery, suppression, pain, suffering, and ultimately degeneration and decay. These malevolent living machines have infected the human race with their qualities, and taught us to divide ourselves by artificial means, race, color, gender, nationality, religion.’
‘But what about Jesus?’
‘Remember what he said. “My Kingdom is not of this world.” He didn’t come to redeem mankind by teaching him that he was born a sinner and his only salvation is by the intervention of God; he came to warn us about the mind parasites. But his story has been exploited through censorship and revision to manipulate humans into believing they are unworthy sinners, needing to grovel, repent, and the constant intercession of the Church. You should also know that the cross is a blot on humanity.’
‘How so?’
‘The cross is an ancient emblem much older than Christianity. It is a cube unfolded; an icon of domination and control, and a crest of the Lord of the Horde himself. A cross with a man on it is a trophy, the way a hunter mounts a deer he has killed. We are being forced to worship the symbol of our own enslavement.’
Jahanbakh stopped suddenly. ‘It would appear your time is up.’
‘How do you know that?’
Jahanbakh let his eyes move to the candle flame. ‘When you came the flame stopped moving. Time stopped for me. Now the flame is beginning to flutter. Soon it will start dancing again.’
Black noticed what he had not before. How still the air was. It was as if he and Jahanbakh were inside a painting. The frozen flame spurted once and suddenly came alive. Black wasn’t even given the time to stand up and walk out of the cave. He was sucked out so fast Jahanbakh became a blur. The last words he heard were, ‘Beware the shape-shifters. They can take - ’
Where can I find this man named god?
I thought my slave days were over.
- Joshua Udeh
Black found himself on a beautiful white beach, dressed in a pair of Bermuda shorts. The sky was dotted with fluffy clouds, the sun was shining brightly, and the sea was a calm azure. A luminous figure was standing with his back to him at the water’s edge. Black went to stand beside him. Silently, they stood looking out to the horizon.
‘Why did you bring me here?’
‘I thought you might like to walk on water.’ Green’s voice was neutral.
‘Not me; I only ever wanted to stand in it,’ Black said sadly.
‘Close your eyes and turn your face up to the sky.’
Black did as he was told, and he felt the warmth of the sun on his face and body, and the warm water lapping at his bare feet. He listened to the sucking sound of the silky water in the sand as the waves went back out to sea. It was more delicious than anything he had ever imagined and yet within him yawned a great emptiness. There was so much he did not understand.
‘Take any form,’ said Green.
Black opened his eyes and looked at Green. ‘What?’
‘Just giving you back the words you lost. “Beware the shape-shifters. They can take any form.’
Black closed his eyes. ‘Where are we?’
‘A billionaire’s private island. His flamboyant house and staff are on the other side.’
Black wriggled his toes and grasped grains of sand between them. A simple pleasure, yet incomparably wonderful. He felt like Cipher in The Matrix. He knew it was only an illusion, but so what? All his life he had only ever longed to be reincarnated as a normal person.
‘Reincarnation is the goal of those who don’t transcend, and human enlightenment is the Archons’ greatest disappointment,’ Green said softly.
Black took a deep breath. ‘Will you tell me how they defeated us?’
‘Of course. When man was created the Lord of the Horde was instantly and insanely envious of him. This is the first and most significant trait of the parasite - envy. He desperately wanted to own the rainbow of inner colors man possessed, but despite his unsurpassed imitative skills and his impressive demonic abilities, the horde’s own inability to concentrate, create, or sustain intentionality meant for eons they remained powerless to access the three-dimensional dream world of love, wisdom, and peace that humans wove with their every thought and action.’
Black turned to Green. He had turned away from the horizon and was facing him.
‘Their moment to be “the authorities that rule over man” arrived when the dwellers of another dying planet, a ruthless race of self-serving master geneticists, who the Archons had earlier corrupted, fought a great war over Earth. Earth was and still is much prized for its abundant production of raw material and “food”. When the master geneticists became the new owners of Earth, the human DNA, that extremely complex living information program, billions of times more sophisticated than all of your most advanced computers put together, was rewired. Every multidimensional property was shut down, trapping the new human being into only 2 percent of his conscious mind.’
‘If they only came for the resource, and the human being is the best producer o
f it, anyway, why did they have to do all that?’
‘A being that can leave its physical form at will and be in more than one place at the same time cannot be controlled to produce what they wanted - red sludge. The original vehicle of experience had to be intercepted and damaged beyond use. The human race became the unwitting participant in a great experiment where their own DNA was turned into their prison cell. A smaller brain that was specifically programmed to react to external stimuli and become evil, unless the consciousness within actively prevented it by an act of free will, was fitted in. The body was then purposely reorganized to avoid pain and seek pleasure. Hard-wired with reflexes to serve only the gross needs of the body, the divine beings forgot that they were consciousness within physical vehicles and different from their bodies. Their awareness became only the awareness of their bodies. Beyond their skin they did not exist.'
‘But I once watched a documentary about the discovery of ancient Sumerian cuneiform tables that told the story of how man was hardly more than an ape until benign extraterrestrials contributed their superior genes to form the human being.’
Green smiled. ‘They’d like you to think they engineered you from an ape, but nothing could be further from the truth. The real truth is that human DNA is divine, and no matter how hard they tried they could not destroy any part of it without unexpected consequences for the whole. All they could do and did was unplug vast portions of the structure and leave them to lie fallow - what your scientists now call junk DNA. And because they understood that, given enough time, the silenced DNA strands would repair themselves and revert back to their original abundance, the human lifespan was shortened from hundreds of years to what it is now.
‘To convince humans of their “ape” beginnings, ape characteristics were added. Their large eyes, the mirrors of their souls, were purposely made smaller, more simian - a brilliant strategy on the predator-controlled conqueror’s part. Lulled into a spiritual coma humans would look into the mirror and see the correctness of the view that they were descended from the ape. Believing they were not much more than animals they were more easily persuaded to behave like them.’
‘Since the portions of the DNA that allowed connection with all living creatures had been turned off, man had to turn to the predator-influenced languages and cultures to communicate. Communication and culture are things that may seem to the untrained eye like progress, but are an insidious obstacle to real progress as they must be re-learned with every new lifetime.’
‘But why was all this allowed to happen?’
‘Earth is a planet of free will. Very simply that encompasses the complete idea that one may have and do whatever one wishes. When all things are allowed many things can be learned. Of course, there are consequences to all actions, which always have to be faced.’ Green turned away. ‘Let’s get out of the water.’
They left the water and sat on the white sand. Green lay back, all the fractals stretching and playing, more marine-like than ever.
‘There is also another thing they did to the unsuspecting human. One that will be far more difficult for you to accept.’
From his prone position Green fixed his gaze on Black. For the first time since Black had known him, he saw something akin to pity in those beautiful eyes.
Human beings are on a journey of awareness, which has momentarily been interrupted by extraneous forces.
- Carlos Castaneda. Magical Passes (1998)
‘Well, what is it?’ Black prompted.
‘Beyond the eyesight spectrum on another level of understanding they hacked into the human mind and placed into it an artificial intelligence, a foreign installation… Their mind - a baroque, envious, cowardly, depraved thing. In one fell stroke man became not only their most exquisite source of energy, but also a container for their mind. The human being would be born, live, and die never suspecting that he was a hybrid, a dual being. The Devil is not found in the ether, but within the mind of humanity. And while man’s true divine spirit slept with only flashes of wakefulness, or what humans call their intuition, a purely selfish, opportunistic, and manipulative parasite operated inside him, urging him to fashion the world around him to suit the parasite’s predatory ambitions and insatiable desires.’
Black laughed out loud. ‘You’re hustling me, aren’t you? My mind is not mine? That’s crazy.’
Green shook his head gravely. ‘I know it’s difficult to accept: they attach themselves deep inside the reptilian part of the brain of every newborn as it struggles to take its first breath. The foreign installation insinuates itself into the dominant position and simulates the real mind. All day long it keeps up an endless dialog, incessantly moving your thoughts from one thing to another. Wonder what’s on the National Geographic today? Feeding time, Black. Wish the pigeons would come back. My, what cute chicks! Devious eyes, his. Mmmm… She’s nice… And on and on, self to self. There is no escape from its chatter, constantly judging, easily offended, and self-centered. The best for me; the rest for everybody else. The voice is so intensely personal and so familiar that you don’t realize it’s not yours.’
Black’s face mirrored his disbelief. Surely it could not be true. ‘That’s impossible,’ he maintained. ‘I have full control of my thoughts. I choose what to think.’
‘Really? Here’s an experiment for you: try to silence the voice in your head. Keep your mind totally blank. If your mind really belongs to you alone then inner silence should be easy.’
‘I am certain I could do that.’
‘I think you will be very surprised to find that you are, in fact, a host for the parasite’s mind, and that the parasite’s chatter is relentless and quite literally unstoppable for the ordinary human. There will be no inner silence for you.’
Black was shaking his head when Green’s eyes suddenly glowed very bright. ‘You don’t want to believe me, but you have, as a young child, glimpsed the parasite once or twice in your own bedroom, haven’t you? Those frightening dark shadows that you decided you didn’t see?’
And Black remembered what he had forced himself to forget. The first time that winter evening when he was not yet five, and again a few weeks later. From the corner of his eyes he had seen fleeting black shadows that looked like big, black oil slicks, but they could fly. They had touched him, a feeling like a cold breeze. He had felt their intense malevolence and been very frightened of them. But they had been quite clearly extraneous to him.
‘In fact, the parasite’s talking to you now, isn’t it? It is surely saying that I am talking nonsense. That it is all a big lie. It couldn’t possibly be true. How could it? He’s lying, Black. He must have a nefarious agenda of his own. Don’t listen to him. And now, is that little friendly voice congratulating you for not being so naïve? So silly?’
Black was so confused, he just wanted Green to stop. He could just about accept all the other things Black had said - but this? This was too much.
‘When you have accepted the monstrous thought that the human mind is the horde’s conduit into the third dimension you will start to appreciate that the most vital part of any marauder’s field of attack is not physical but psychological. Success within the mind will ensure success in all other endeavors. They have imposed a program of mind control or soul enslavement to keep mankind imprisoned by its own fear of death, of mortality; ignorant of its true, divine nature; and distracted by material problems. The human life has become a banal search for money and sex. Any and every form of suffering on this plane is pre-programmed to steal emotional energy. It is why all the mechanisms that produce, promote, and increase fear, pain, sexual deviance, compulsiveness, violence, hate, guilt, and suffering are ever increasing - they are having a grand feast.’
‘Why do they need the red sludge so badly?’
‘Because they feed on it. To know what their greatest addiction is you only have to turn on the TV and you will instantly be aware of what emotions are being propagated. They have set the stage for a deeply corrupt and destructive society,
and now all humans are trapped in it. Everyone simply by participating in it is responsible for it. That is why live is evil spelled backwards. And they will do anything to prevent the awakening of the trapped true beings from occurring.’
‘But it seems to me,’ Black argued, ‘that every day we are progressing. We have better medicines, better education, better architecture; we can circle the world in hours; we have telephones, and the Internet, which connects us all and gives us immediate access to people and news around the world; and our technological advances are such that we have even landed on Mars.’
Green smiled. ‘Is that what your TV has been telling you? All these things you mention are things that man could once do without any machines or gadgets. Now he has to look outside himself, to technology, for them. Do you know you once held a majestic library of knowledge inside you? That you were the Internet? You didn’t need telephones because you could communicate with all living things - the way you communicated with the unicorn. You certainly didn’t need a little device to tell you how to find your way to the next town, you had your own GPS system and could, at will, travel to any part of the universe - never mind Mars.
‘Medicines. You don’t have better medicines; you have the illusion of better medicines. Most of your cures are not cures but suppressors of symptoms. The memory of the unlimited pharmacopeia in your genetic code lies untapped - you were trained not to remember. Architecture. Your best technology is still unable to recreate the stone-cutting of the pyramids, which are, in reality, sound-activated energy centers. All your progress and civilization are counterfeit creations, substitutes, designed to make you look outside yourself to perform what you could naturally do.
‘As for progress, what is it that you think is progress, anyway? Space-age cars, whitening toothpastes, detergents that work at lower temperatures, lady shavers in prettier colors, a betting shop on every street corner, bigger malls to buy things you don’t need, more TV channels with more girls with less on them, supermarket shelves filled with fake food - fake colors, fake flavors, and fake chemical ingredients. Or is it nuclear energy, drone technology, or aerosolized air, tainted water, irradiated foods, super weeds, smart bombs, the electromagnetic soup you live in? Or is it the illusion of democracy?’