what must be done
It is spring. I am down to visit the science of the future, the savior of the Earth, the highest voice of compassion and intelligence in the universe. I have come to help this planet in great need.
What must be done is a great task: to re-educate so that people may know the truth and have the choice. But the forces against are too great, for they know not what they do, nor what they have done, nor why they continue to do it. So it will be difficult.
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Why can’t this be? Why can’t they come now? Alta has said that the Council of Ten of the day of Tyrantus must repent; that the people must accept them and demand that the government change its policies on the Space Brothers. So it is up to us to reach the people.
Before leaving, a short hike through Torrey Pines with my family–those of us who have come through history together. The wind is blowing and rain seems imminent. On the way down to the ocean, I wonder, “When will it be? When will they come? When will we get a chance to change this Earth?”
At the bottom, the sea is pounding the shore–the power of nature eroding the land.
And then I see the bright and shiny lights darting about through the off-shore clouds. They have come, but not to land. But why?
A pause of thoughtful silence, then a sudden, loud, and piercing roar. Two fighter jets from Miramar, low and moving toward the lights. A while later, two more, older ones, screaming towards the lights, both reflections of the Empire’s past.
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I sit back and watch, and cry, and no one there knows why.
It is not possible for now, for the opposition is too great. So we must work, and study, and think, to offer others, not dogmas and worship, but the truth and beauty of a science of thought and action that is the ultimate truth in this universe.