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A friend did ask me about my attitude toward conspiracy theories:
My answer:
I figure that the best use of my time is spent on news that have a majority acceptance, and if ideas agitate me in any way then I’m better off concentrating instead on my spiritual studies, meditating, and praying that things work out for the best. I can’t do anything with, for, or about any conspiracy theory besides give them more support and energy by thinking about them, and like I said, if any news arouses ire, or anxiety, I’m better off praying for peace, exercising or finding a more self-nurturing or nourishing focus for my attention.

As I continue my spiritual work, what will I have to contend with, not only in the world, but how many of my personal demons will hinder and thwart me in my determination to acquire, live, seek and recognize truth; and advance my realization and evolution so that it affects the world consciousness in a positive way? What thought train should I take to its logical or intuitive conclusion to allow me access to an inner orientation that will result in greater than average results in the pursuit of alleviating suffering and enlightening everyone I meet and initiate a positive wave of influence?

The following account has been translated from a language of a civilization far removed from Earth astronomically, culturally, and intelligence.
Reference, and idioms of the English have been used to facilitate understanding by Earth’s English speaking populace. If the dialogue, et cetera, seems to be familiar, that was done on purpose, we’re aware that it would be unrealistic to believe that an entity from a far distance highly advanced culture would speak in such a way as to be understood by Earth’s inhabitants.
Mucai record in the Mortson year, of Many.

Prologue: Mucai space cruiser miracalously materialized in another part of Galaxy.
Most of the exchanges in this chapter are between Mucai and his integrated computer system, that can respond to his thoughts instantaneously. All of the “conversation” between Mucai will appear as recorded dialogue. We’ll use the integrated query system’s nickname, N, short for Nano Noodle, an affectionate label.
“Where are we,” Mucai wondered.
“Many parsecs from the main office, your Lordship,” NN’s reply came almost as fast as Mucai thought it.
“I thought we agreed you wouldn’t call me that. You can drop that protocol, I’m the only one who hears you, so you won’t get punished, for breaking that rule. Just M, please. It will be quicker and less confusing. Especially when we are around others in the royal court, all that Lordship razzle matazz, really annoys me,” Mucai remonstrated.
“Yes M, will do. In answer to your present thought, “how did we get here?” We either chanced on a hidden galactic conduit, created by some alien race or the BK (big Kahuna) is messing with us, or we have a purpose here, apparently unbeknownst to us at the moment,” so said N.
“So many possibilities. Now we play it by ear, I suppose and hope we get it right. How are the systems? Since we’re not moving, propulsion must be down, any idea why,” M asked.
“No idea. There appears to be no damage, either internally or externally. There may be some kind of adjustment necessary to adapt our technology to this region of space, “ N said.
“I don’t follow that. Anyway what’s the next order of business. Where were we and what were we doing before we arrived here,” M thought. Almost in unison, M remembered, and N explained. “Ah yes, we were about to be blown to smithereens by those nasty, nauseating Nuknobs. Will they show up here too?” almost in answer to his question, there was tiny flash in the distance. “It is them, isn’t it?”
“Yes, they are probably disoriented, so we have time to do something about out situation,” N ventured.
“Good, I like it that you’re anticipated my next thought. What is working?” M said.
“Teleportation appears to be functioning,” said N.
‘Okay, are there habitable planets nearby? I don’t expect to be able to create breathable air in an unfamiliar environment,” M thought.
“Yes, the third planet near that sun is habitable and it’s within range,” N said.
M noticed something in the direction of the Nuknobs ship. “They are moving in our direction.” N said.
As quickly as M ordered N to set the destination and initiate teleportation, they vanished from space. Not a second too soon, the Nuknobs laser blasted M’s vessel into smitereens.

As quickly as M and his integrated computer materialized on a grassy lawn, M’s first thought order was ‘cloak!’ And so their presence was made visually undetectable.
M said, “I have a feeling we’ve been spotted any way,” as he noticed two inhabitants of the planet apparently throwing a small round object back and forth.
“Not by them,” N said, “they’re not looking this way. Is there another?” N did not have intuition and could not detect phenomenon beyond the immediate realm of functioning.
M mused, “yes, I do sense another, who senses us. Where is it?”
“ Near the fence, it is looking our way. It doesn’t look dangerous, “thought N.
“It’s trying to determine whether we are a threat. It’s odd, I detect the consciousness of two independent entities, both occupying that body, “ M mused.
“Passenger or hitchhiking is an ability possessed by witches and sorcerers. Will she try to possess you? My knowledge stream indicates that possession is sometimes involuntary, a trick of the BK, to provide a secret weapon or some other purpose.”
“How do we communicate with it? It can’t see us, it’s only aware of us. Can we talk to it, if we get close enough? We don’t want to scare it off?” M said.
“It appears to be moving in our direction,” N mentioned.
“Great, things are moving right along,” M said.
There was a brief flash and a puff of smoke, on the other side of grassy lawn, that quickly dissipated in the gentle breeze.
“Was that what I think it was,” M asked.
“Yes, the Nuknobs attempted to materialize here, but there atomic makeup has some oddities that must have reacted unfavorably to this atmosphere,” N responded.
“Serves them right,” M said. His attention returned to the entity that was making it’s way toward them over the green grass lawn. One of the other entities called out to it, “Want to play catch, Mom?”
“No sweetheart, you and father are better at it than I am, I want to check my roses. You’re doing so much better than last week,” it said, as it continued to walk toward M & N.
“I have a terrible premonition,” N thought.
“You weren’t programmed to have premonitions…..But now that you mention it, so do I,” said M.
“She or it doesn’t look very formidable,” N shared, referring to the entity approaching them.
M didn’t respond immediately, “She’s not a threat. It’s something else.”
…..to be continued

Today, for a nominal amount, I sold about a dozen Manly Hall books and pamphlets to a local bookstore, Fahrenheit 451, in Carlsbad California.

“Manly Hall was a Canadian-born author, lecturer, astrologer and mystic. He is best known for his 1928 work The Secret Teachings of All Ages. Over his 70 year career, he gave thousands of lectures, including two at Carnegie Hall, and published over 150 volumes. In 1934, he founded The Philosophical Research Society in Los Angeles, which he dedicated to the “Truth Seekers of All Time”, with a research library, lecture hall and publishing house. Many of his lectures can be found online and his books are still in print.” Wikipedia

My deceased wife’s father was a follower of Manly Hall. When her father died, she inherited about a dozen books and pamphlet. A couple of the books were autographed by the author.
I was really impressed by the The Secret Teachings of All Ages – An Encyclopedia Outline of Masonic, Hermetic, Qabbalistic and Rosicrucian Symbolic Philosophy.

A book dedicated to ”the proposition that concealed within the emblematic figures, allegories and rituals of the ancients is a secret doctrine concerning the inner mysteries of life, which doctrine has been preserved in toto among a small band of initiated minds.”[8]:20 As one writer put it: “The result was a gorgeous, dreamlike book of mysterious symbols, concise essays and colorful renderings of mythical beasts rising out of the sea, and angelic beings with lions’ heads presiding over somber initiation rites in torch-lit temples of ancestral civilizations that had mastered latent powers beyond the reach of modern man.” Wikipedia

I still have a copy, but unfortunately it sustained some water damage, and because of that I’m not sure anyone will want it, except perhaps to admire the elaborate renderings.

Although, I never studied the books, it’s evident because of Hall’s influence and the depth of his understanding, that he was metaphysical genius.

If you have any interest in symbolic philosophy, Hall’s work may be of interest, even if you don’t embrace his contributions as the ultimate answer to your quest for understanding and knowledge.

Meta-Mental Journal, Year of Ananta 3343
Entry by Bhoj, also known as Blake of Earth

After my mother reminded me of my true identity, I began thinking about what I was really capable of. Getting that boost or encouragement from her was important for me to initiate a strategy for overcoming the effects of the trance or brain washing that I had undergone several Earth years ago.
As my memory began to refresh itself, I worked on using some of my psychic powers to ferret out the intruders that had borrowed the restocking robot in the Earth store. While engaged in that process, in the back of mind, I wondered why of all places, I had succumbed to the environment of Earth’s influence to assume a false identity, instead of maintaining my objectivity as I had done so many times before in other planetary experiments. There was something nagging at me, on a subconscious level, but it was too illusive, and subtle to comprehend, grasp, or conceive of.
Although, my mother went in pursuit of an Earth citizen who had been abducted, our psychic connection had been reaffirming itself quickly, probably due to our familial relationship and the years of practice that had left many habit grooves in my cerebrum that were reasserting themselves as I more and more accepted my true identity as Bhoj.
I remember as I waited for her to return with Nellie, the Earth girl, I experienced a change in the quality of our connection, that was difficult to describe.
Nellie returned hours later, unable to account for how she had arrived or where my mother was. She said she just suddenly found herself in the store, so she came to the office where I was. She said she sensed that my mother was okay. Nellie resumed her work, apparently not at all discombobulated by her involuntary escapade. She also wasn’t disposed to discuss her cosmic adventure.
I remember wondering if there were more Critens, the mercenaries that were responsible for borrowing the Earth restocking robot, masquerading as other earth inhabitants for some nefarious reason. I attempted to attune my consciousness to their vibration. My far distance scanning consciousness surveyed my surroundings in an ever widening circle. I believed that I must have mis-calibrated my perceptions because I thought I could detect them scattered throughout the Earth world. Then a strange thing happened, my newly remembered real identity as Bhoj, was noticeably being taken over by the assumed Blake Identity . Like a fog the Blake persona was passing over my ancient Bhoj mind and memory, trying to obliterate it. With a great exertion of will, I resisted, and with a mighty effort vanquished the drug like influence. That set me to considering, that perhaps it was not a fault or weakness of my own, but a magical spell that had been perpetrated on me, and it was only under my mother’s influence on another planet, that I realized the truth. If that were true then something here on Earth must be responsible for the Blake trance. Through our telepathic connection my mother knew almost immediately what I realized, and conveyed to me that, yes, my illusory experience did indeed reek of a trance spell that she was vaguely familiar with. She would try to ferret out it’s perpetrator and get back to me.
I then resumed my attempt to discover the number and location of other Critens. I realized that Fred had always been a Criten and had probably been keeping me under surveillance since I had been entranced.
The initial unanswered quandary continued to baffle me: what were the Critens doing here?, and now added to it, was a new question: why were they keeping me here in a alternate identity trance. The fact that they kept me under this deception, and alive, and didn’t attempt to kill me, led me to consider that they had some purpose for keeping me alive. Could they have been studying me with the intention of converting me or further tricking me into working for their treacherous cause.
The fact that my mother did not have any inkling as to their surreptitious presence, led me to believe that it was born of an even more ancient and powerful magic than she practiced. Immediately I was aware of my mother’s objection to that supposition.
She remonstrated, “Just because they were able to hide their nefarious tricks only means that they are more devious and subversive than I had reason to suspect. Now that we know of their presence, we can work on discovering their lair, their circle of influence, and the nature of their magic and neutralize it. Their presence appears to be tightly intertwined with the electro magnetism of Earth, so their extrication may require extraordinary skill and reinforcements, which I am now summoning. Prepare yourself for battle, my son.”
….to be continued

Meta-Mental Journal Record, Year of Ananta 3343
Entry by Alice,
My intention was to go back to Earth, to be present just in case my son needed my help.
I had a sense that he might be abducted by the Critens. I had long ago connected my will to the will of the incorporeal Cosmic Overlord, and that omnipresent power would empower me to satisfy my need if it coincided with the cosmic plan. I released my will unto it’s will, confident that a strategy would emerge that would satisfy my needs and the needs of all concerned.
I awoke from that surrendering trance, to find myself looking out a window, into a bright sunlit grassy yard, where a young man and a young teenage boy were practicing throws and catches with a baseball.
I suddenly realized my hands were wet and warm, and looked down to see I had them in dishwater, and appeared to be in the midst of washing dishes. I was momentarily surprised by this circumstance. I heard a young child trying to get my attention by tugging on a bright flowery apron that my body was wearing, “Mommy, Mommy, Tommy pinched me.” I realized I was a silent observer in a young mother’s body and mind. I had been in this kind of situation before, and so I knew that I could, if necessary, exercise my will and exert control over this host.
The personality of the host mind, responded sympathetically to her daughter’s entreaty, “Are you okay? Sweetheart, you’re not crying. Did Tommy hurt you?”, the mother asked.
“I’m okay,” said the little girl, “pinching can hurt.”
The mother looked around behind her and spotted a little boy, twin of the girl, trying to hide behind a chair.
“Tommy, are you trying to hurt your sister?” the mother asked.
“No, mommy. I love my sister, but she wouldn’t listen to me, so I squeezed her with my fingers,” replied Tommy.
“See darling, Tommy doesn’t want to hurt you,” the mother said as she looked down at her daughter, “Tommy just wants your attention, maybe he wants to play with you.”
The little girl walked over to her brother, “do you want to play with Molly?” the little girl asked, holding out her doll toward the boy.
Tommy quickly scampered out from behind the chair and crawled over to a boy truck, almost as big as he was. “Put molly in the truck. I’ll take her for a ride.”
Sally put Molly in the back of the dump truck. “Be careful Molly,” Sally said.
Confident that the children were working out their differences, the mother turned back to the dishes. I was bemused by this situation, but also a little frustrated because I wanted to be getting along with my own agenda of watching over and possibly protecting my son, Bhoj, and how could I do that in this woman’s body without disrupting her life.
The woman finished up her dishes, untied her apron, hung it on a hook inside a small closet, and walked briskly out of the kitchen, into the bedroom, where she checked her hair and, teeth.
As I and the mother looked back at her image in a mirror, I recognized that face. With a strange sense of relief and purpose, I realized I was in Nellie’s body, Bhoj’s co-worker in his Earth job. I was hoping she was single. Blake seem to have a fondness for her.
Well, while she’s at work I can keep an eye on Blake, but what if he needs me now, I couldn’t see how my being in Nellie’s body will satisfy my goal. This is not the first time I didn’t understand or agree with the situations I was placed in to satisfy the cosmic plan. Obviously, this assignment fits perfectly into a larger story that I could not yet appreciate. I realized anew, that I must have faith that everything will work for all concerned.
To be continued….

As Alice traveled incredibly fast, relative to everything else, she quickly thought through what she could do when she got there. What if it was a trap, and someone or something was waiting to nab her? Instantly powering up her sixth sense, she realized that it was a trap, and there would be several easily dispatched assailants, and yet another whose powers were of her ilk, a kati of a lesser class, perhaps challenging, but not impossible to defeat. She also sensed the presence of Nellie, which gave her some relief. Knowing that Nellie was still alive, made her happy as mother might feel, at finding her child was safe. As the temporary energy container began to dissolve and the landing environment began to appear as through a dissipating fog, Alice decided to go invisible.
She knew that the other kati, could detect her, but the alien Kati’s minions wouldn’t be able to see her and she could dispatch them without risk. Before she was fully materialized, she was aware that the minions, surrounding her, had apparently also been made invisible by the other kati, although, being a kati, of a higher grade, Alice could easily see through their invisibility cloaks. Once she felt the ground underneath her feet, she quickly stepped between them and cast a tickling spell upon them. In an instant they were laughing hysterically, falling all over themselves, and onto the ground.
Alice imediately noticed Nellie, being held by two burly minions. Still invisible, at least to them, Alice quickly zipped around behind them, and disabled them with a sleep inducing touch to their medullas.
Sensing the other kati, on the verge of going after her, Alice cast a powerful immobilization spell in her direction. Then Alice quickly grabbed Nellie and was about to initiate another leap through time and space, when the other kati, having quickly nullified the immobilization magic, was about to cast a net over Alice and Nellie, but Alice was too fast for her, and sent the resourceful kati flying backward, with her net following. Alice immediately cast Nellie and herself into the transport tunnel, leaving the minions and the other kati behind.
Her troubles weren’t over yet, she knew they would soon be followed, so she intended to use evasive hopping from one planet to another, and possibly resort to multi-dimensional cloning to cast ghost trails, designed to confuse, and mislead the pursuers. She knew her pursuers wouldn’t go back to Earth and wait for them, because she could sense that they couldn’t pass through the protective shell that she had cast over the Earth ages ago, shortly after Blake lost his identity. That made her wonder, if the robot could be stolen, then could her son be kidnapped? She projected her powerful intuitive vision to see whether Blake was in danger. Relieved that he was apparently still safe and on Earth, she decided she had better powerfully obfuscate her pursuers, and then return to Earth surreptitiously to avoid capture, and to protect Blake unbeknowst to anyone, even him.

….to be continued.

As Alice and Blake hurried towards the break room, they tried to be calm and cool, so as not to attract attention and questions from employees or customers.
“Do you think that one of the Critens has shape shifted to resemble Fred?” asked Alice in a low voice.
“It looks that way, or else Fred has been playing tricks with our minds,” Blake responded in a subdued tone.
The break room was not far from the office, and there was only one entrance/exit.
Upon arriving, they could see that neither Nellie nor Fred were there. Blake’s first impulse was to turn around and look else where, but as he was about to leave the break room, one of the other supervisors, Cathy, asked, “Blake, are you looking for someone?”
“Yes Cathy we are. Have you seen Fred and Nellie?
“When I was coming in here for my break, I noticed them walking by, I think I overheard something about the hardware department,” Cathy said.
“Great, Cathy, thanks,” Blake said. After they left the break room and were walking toward the Hardware department, Blake said softly. “Hmm, I wonder what they plan to do there.”
“I hope it’s not what I think it is,” Alice said with alarm.
The hardware robot was taken and returned precisely because below the ground in that area were the requisite natural and ancient metal deposits that would enable the galactic transport beam to function. Blake, realizing the worst, said, “Of course, Let’s hurry.” and so they did, almost running, with care not to bump into and knock down any unwary customer or employee.
As Alice and Blake arrived at the end of the hardware department aisle, they both felt a slight momentary rush of air flow past them towards the middle of the aisle, an indication to them that air was rushing in to fill a vacuum, probably caused by the sudden disappearance of something in that space.
“I would say they did use the transport beam, “ said Blake.
“I might be able to follow them, the energy trail will be fresh for a few minutes,” said Alice.
“What if they go back to the Critten home planet. They may not able to be able to see you, but they will become aware of your presence and may try to capture you. And if the Crittens are working for another species, the species may be able to see you the moment you arrive,” said Blake.
“I realize that. I will only stay long enough to determine that Nellie is okay, and find out what they plan to do with her,” said Alice.
“I’ll wait here for you, then,” said Blake.
“Whether or not they take her to the Criten world, I may stay longer if necessary. But I’ll play it safe,” said Alice.
“If detect your presence on arrival, you may not have much time to find out anything. There’s also the possibility that they will be expecting us to follow them. In fact, maybe that’s the whole idea, they want us and not her,” said Blake.
“Hmm, I’ll be able to see the surroundings before I’m fully materialize, and if I see any danger, I can pass through that locale, and on to another,“ Alice said, knowing that she could not safely reverse the direction of her jaunt, and would be required to hop to another planet.
“How will I know what your circumstances are, if you don’t come back right away?” asked Blake.
“Telepathically, of course,” said Alice, she realized why Blake had to ask. Although they had used that instant communication method many times in the past, since he was under the illusion that he was Blake, and not Bhoj, he had forgotten the immediacy of that ability.
“Oh yes,” Blake said in a dreamy sort of way.
“Yes, just be aware, sweetheart. I’ll be in touch,” said Alice, “I’d better depart, before the trail completely dissipates.” She gave him a quick embrace, stepped away and as Blake said, “Be careful,” she vanished.

…to be continued

“Total annihilation?!” Nellie echoed almost hysterically.
“Now, now, calm down. I’m sure it won’t be that bad. After all, we have the resources to mitigate the adverse effects of any kind of invasion,” Alice replied, attempting to put her at ease.
“Invasion!” Nellie squawked, not at all put at ease. “ What can we do against an invasion?”
“You’d be surprised. Your people have talents, skills, and powers that they aren’t aware of,” Alice said in a consoling tone.
“Well, I hope so,” Nellie replied, a little calmer, mirroring Alice’s unruffled confidence. “This is more than I bargained for.”
“It’s probably just what you need. A little other worldly excitement gives one the perfect circumstances to build character,” Alice informed her off handedly.
They were standing outside Blake’s office. Alice had second thoughts about continuing the conversation.
“Someone’s coming,” Alice said.
Nellie looked around, and then said “I don’t see anyone.”
“His name is ….Red, Ched, or Ed,” Alice replied.
“Oh you must mean Fred. He’s due in this morning,” Nellie said, and then as she looked at her watch, “My goodness, he’s an hour late.”
“He had trouble with his conveyance,” Alice replied.
“How do you know that? Sixth sense?” Nellie asked.
“We must keep him from disturbing Blake,” Alice said in an urgent tone, “Blake’s solitude is a matter of cosmic importance.”
Nellie replied, “I’ll see what I can do,” and she walked away from Alice and met Fred as he came around a corner.
“Oh, good morning Fred, before you go into the office, I wanted you to see the hardware robot. It’s back,” said Nellie.
“I know it’s back,” Fred replied in a flustered tone.
“You don’t have to bite my head off, Fred. We just wanted your opinion. I realize now that you should have known. You and Blake keep in touch.” Nellie countered.
“I apologize. My car broke down on the way here. I had to have it towed, and rent a car. What a nightmare. I hate cars. If it isn’t one thing, it’s another. I’ll be happy when the AI driven vehicles on demand program is firmly in place, then it won’t be a big deal if a car breaks down, they’ll send out another one, and I’ll be on my merry way,” Fred lamented.
“Well, nothing is perfect or ever will be, no matter what it is,” Nellie replied.
“That’s kind of cynical, isn’t it?” said Fred.
“That’s one way to look at it, anyway, I’m glad you got here in one piece,” Nellie replied.
“Yeah. I’d better check in with Blake. He’s probably wondering what happened to me,” Fred said, while trying to walk around Nellie. But she expected that, and stepped in front of him with her hands up, palms facing him.
“He’s on an important phone call and he asked me to keep everyone at bay until it’s over,” Nellie quickly stretched the truth.
“Really, and I wasn’t included. That’s strange. Is it a store related call,” responded Fred.
“Yes, it is totally weird. Corporate has its head in another world. That’s what they wanted, senior top manager only conference call,” Nellie said, continuing to extemporize, while trying to determine how this fabricated story was going to play out. “They could be saving so much time, just by including you and the other AMs in the call. Now he’ll just have to fill us in later. Maybe they’re brainstorming. You know what they say, too many cooks spoil the broth, or something like that.” Alice could feel beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She didn’t make a habit of warping reality, or bending the truth. Blake was in communion with his superiors, an invisible higher power or authority to be sure, and he will tell us later what he realized, therefore she really wasn’t stretching the truth too much, she rationalized.
Fred noticed her perspiring. “You look hot. Are you feeling faint.. light headed. Are you okay?” he asked as he lightly touched her arm. “Do you want to go to the break room for some water?”
“I guess I do feel a little dizzy,” she said, as she reached out and grabbed his arm, pretending to steady herself. She realized how stressful it was to lie, the pressure of the possibility of being found out later, was she realized, going to compromise her honest reputation.
“Yeah, yeah, water. Water would be good. Sounds like a great idea. I guess this robot situation and…. life in general has left me a little overwhelmed,” Alice said.

…to be continued.

Fred responded. “Okay, let’s go. I’ll walk with you. We don’t want you to faint,” Fred said, sounding concerned.
As they walked off toward the break room, Alice, who was standing about 15 feet away, had been observing the conversation between Fred and Nellie. She was thinking how nice of Fred to be willing to escort Nellie to the break room.
She heard the office door slide open behind her, and turned to see Blake beckoning her inside.
“Thanks for encouraging Nellie to divert Fred. Although I can’t manage the store without him, he would have drained my energy and I wasn’t ready to break the strategizing trance.” Blake said and then asked: “Where did they go… by the way?”
“The break room…..Hmm that’s strange,” Alice said thoughtfully.
“What’s so strange about them going to the break room,” asked Blake.
“It’s not that,” she replied, “I just realized that he didn’t seem to notice me watching them. I wasn’t that far away and he was facing my direction.”
Blake turned to walk back to his desk, and then stopped mid step, “Uh oh, I hope it’s not what I think it is,” Blake said.
“What’s that,” asked Alice.
“There’s only one race that can’t see you,” replied Blake.
“Oh no, not the Critens. What would they be doing here?” Alice asked.
“Only one reason: to infiltrate this world. Fred may have been sent as a scout to determine the vulnerabilities and strengths of its inhabitants. The evil entities may have been the second step in their plan,” replied Blake. “Let’s find them quick. Nellie might be in danger” Blake said as he headed towards the exit door.

“What? Did you mean to say the robot was possessed by….. malignant entities?” Nellie almost shouted.
“Eh…” Blake managed to reply. He realized he had put his cosmic foot in his mouth, and wished he could extricate it, and that it never happened.
Even though Blake had a very revelatory and restful sleep, his inability to fully adjust to his dual identity was posing problems for him.
Nellie had walked into his office and casually asked about the exchanged parts in the robot that his mother had detected. And without thinking, he had declared that those parts were possessed by malign entities, and they had been neutralized by benign entities that were already there before the robot was taken and returned.
“Are you sure you want to know,” he asked.
She sat down, in an overwhelmed kind of way. “Ah, well, I guess. I’ve been whoosed to another planet and back, found out that you and Alice are aliens. I don’t think I’ve lost my mind yet. I can’t imagine what could be worse. On other hand, I couldn’t have imagined what has already happened. It’s almost like an adventure. ….Yes, let me have it.”
“Okay, you agreed,” Blake replied. “The easiest way to explain entities is to compare them to ants. You know they have a sort of a communal consciousness or mutual relationship. Or maybe bees would be a better analogy. Bees have a queen that produces more bees, and they protect and feed her. Well, entities don’t exactly have a queen, but they do have an allegiance to a sophisticated consciousness or mind. But it’s more than that, they are directed or controlled psychically by the MM or master mind. The new entities were directed by a malign MM to occupy the robot. Fortunately the benign entities, that have been in the robot since it was built, because they were stronger and more numerous were able to convert the malign entities to more positive and constructive purposes.”
“Where did the benign entities come from?” Nellie asked innocently.
Blake hesitated to answer that question, because he didn’t want to overwhelm her. But she has survived so far. And she would probably be better off if she were better informed, rather than ignorant of the unseen circumstances.
“Entities are everywhere. They have always been and always will be in everything. Ancient cultures often referred to them as spirits. For example, the tree spirit, the spirit of the deer, the bear spirit, the spirit of the rocks, etc. The primitives were more attuned to the innate goodness of entities and so with proper reverence, their beneficial influence was noticed and appreciated. It was a mutually nurturing arrangement.
“But since the industrial age and development of civilization, the so called superstitious beliefs were slowly abandoned, and contact with the entities was lost to the average person. There are still a few rare individuals, usually hermits, those living beyond the fringes of societal norms in the few natural habitats, who are still aware and consciously work with the invisible forces in the world.
Some ancient religions believed that a supremely good Being was working through the benign spirits and an evil Being was working through the malignant spirits. Of course, the entities will change their allegiance if a stronger influence overpowers their existing orientation.
“And that just happened, right?… to the malign robot entities?” Nellie.
“That’s right,” replied Blake.
“Will they switch back if the influences are different?” asked Nellie.
“Absolutely, they are of a primitive intelligence, without any sense of loyalty,” answered Blake.
“I think I understand, there’s enough good here to keep the evil at bay,” Nellie hopefully concluded.
“I wish it were so,” said Alice behind her, startling Nellie, enough to cause her to jump, exclaim and bring her hand up to her heart. “Sorry, my dear, I forgot that even if I hear a ‘whoosh’ no one else does.”
Nellie turned around to face her. “Alice, my goodness. Please don’t ever pop in like that again. There’s too many weird things happening and I’m been feeling very edgy, if you know what I mean….”.
She recovering quickly, due to the revivifying excitement of learning about new other worldly stuff, Nellie asked, “Did I understand correctly? You only hear a whoosh when you’re using the…or inside the… Oh you know,” Nellie said struggling to find a name for the quantum leaping. containment.
“Let’s just call it ‘whoosing’, shall we?” offered Alice.
“What do you mean ‘you wish it were so’,” said Blake, finally succumbing to his initial curiosity about Alice’s opening statement.
“ Well, the protective barrier surrounding this region in space is not as secure as it used to be, ……..and I think it has something to do with you.”
“Wasn’t this region under extremely tight integrity protection?” Blake asked.
“Under what?,” Nellie couldn’t help but ask.
“It’s complicated, the force fields are slowly disintegrating due to an influence applied to them in an diabolically complex way rendering their hitherto impermeability… permeable,” Alice tried to explain.
“Doesn’t sound good,” Nellie said, trying to keep up.
“Hmmm…..what do you mean ‘it has something to do with me’?
“It very difficult to understand. You’re better at explaining and understanding the astro-dynamics of subatomic forces and how imbalances in power matrices can be triggered by abnormal vibratory influences,” Alice explained.
“Alice, I’d say you can talk way beyond me as well as anyone else,” Nellie injected.
“But I haven’t really done anything here, since I’m been or not been myself.” Blake said thoughtfully to himself out loud. “Unless….There must be invisible strands of my confused auric blueprint that have somehow provided pathways for malign entities to enter this protected region of space.”
“I think that’s it in an atomic shell,” Alice responded.
“Wow, that almost means something to me.” Nellie said.
“Is there anything you can do about it?” asked Alice.
“Since an answer is not coming to me easily, I’ll have to meld with the moment, and see what’s best,” said Blake.
“Meld with the moment…is that like meditating, merging with the infinite, tuning in with the eternal?,” asked Nellie.
“That’s close enough for us innocent bystanders,” Alice.
“I understand why you’ve been coming to this region of space, mainly to check on me, but I think you’ve been inadvertently creating tracks in the ether, that may have corrupted the shield as well,” Blake said.
“I plead innocent on the grounds that I’m your mother, and that my path has been of willful surrender to the GP. I couldn’t come here unless it were part of the GP. Make of that what you will,” Alice threw in that critical bit of truth.
“What is the GP?” asked Nellie for elaboration.
“Grand Plan,” Alice casually replied.
“Am I part of the GP?” Nellie queried.
“Yes, absolutely, everything is. Most beings don’t realize it,” Alice replied, matter of factly.
“Where does that leave me?” Nellie inexplicably asked.
“Don’t worry my dear. Unless you’re aggravating the atoms, you’ll be cared for, even if I have to take on the responsibility myself. And it will be my pleasure.” Alice said and gave Nellie an affectionate rub between her shoulder blades.
“Leave me for a time. I need to go within, and determine what our role is,” Blake said in a withdrawn way.
“Come Nellie, let’s take a walk. You can tell me all about yourself. We’ll exchange perspectives and grow by leaps and bounds,” Alice said, as she extended one arm to Nellie and the other toward the door.
“Okay, see you Blake…..eh..enjoy.” Said Nellie.
“Shhh, quietly,” Alice said. Blake had his eyes closed and was sitting very still.
“Hopefully, he’ll find a way for us to avoid total annihilation,” Alice remarked.

To be continued…