The car crash went well. I didn’t take over the body until it was fully awake, alive. They repaired the flesh and damaged organs and I walked into the forest. The clothes feel comfortable, loose fitting. She was a runner, driving to a park to run. This seems strange, travelling with no destination. White jogging trousers and loose top. Running shoes, dirty now and blood stained but easy to walk in through the forest.
Why didn’t they tell me where I was going? Just instructions: keep going. Left then right and being tangled up in knotted trees. Always them behind me, pushing me further.
It’s only just begun. I know the place isn’t here because it’s too dense. It was only when the fog came down that I could see. In the light I see nothing, only holes of darkness. And I’m dependent on them telling me everything. If I look close up at a tree I can see the crevices and knots in the bark, the tiny particles of moss, the deep heart inside the tree, the roots underneath the earth. But faraway I see nothing.
Now as the sun sets westwards I can see everything more clearly, yet through the orange haze. I can see to the back of my brain and across the sky line. I see my organs: liver, pancreas, gall bladder. I see if there’s a fault anywhere. It’s all clear. Everything was repaired.
They told me not to eat sugar or meat, poisonous substances harmful to the bodily system. They would destroy infiltration and body repair. I need to stay alive and connected. I will detect when the molecules don’t move fast enough, instead clogged up in fatty tissue or if the bronchial tubes don’t expand enough to let in the oxygen. I have already seen the formation of urine and faeces in my own system, the build up of toxins and their elimination. And this is just the beginning. I need to eliminate soon. In humans I’ve seen black clogged up lungs and urine so contaminated with toxins it’s a poison in itself.
I don’t know where they’re taking me. I’m going deeper and deeper into the forest. My legs are weakening yet I’m walking towards my destination.
Maybe I haven’t been programmed correctly. No. There’s nothing wrong with the programming. I am receiving the other information too clearly.
Was that an animal? It’s hard to tell. I can see a heart beating faster and a pair of lungs, smaller than human – very much smaller. The beating is getting louder. Everything is magnified here. Noises are too loud, deafening. They haven’t learnt how to subdue sound yet. The waves are too strong.
They told me it was better to start off like this in the forest, closer to my own environment. Better than the cities. The process will take acclimatisation. I don’t have much time. Time is illusive when you only live in one tense. This will take considerable adjustment.
I have to get used to being female, half of me absent. Strange to walk as only one sex. It weakens me but I’ll adjust once the full programming sets in.
It’s not an animal but an insect – spider, one of those black small things with eight legs. The programme was faulty. Too much sound. I put the mufflers in my ears and carry on. Too much noise. If I block it out there is always the risk of missing important signals, but most of these come through internally.
The amnesia set in quickly. I still don’t know why I’m in the forest. I can feel hunger for the first time. Something empty in the stomach. I feel a hole. It’s too loud again. Human emotions are beginning to infiltrate. I feel the rush of adrenaline. This is fear or anxiety, could be excitement. I’d witnessed it at a distance but not felt it myself until now. My first visit was too brief.
It’s becoming dark. I can see clearer in the dark. They’re pushing me to walk faster. The moon is out and full. They only have one moon here. They’re telling me to turn left down a narrow pathway under an archway of trees. It’s thicker here but I can see a clearing in the distance. The environment is different now.
The word keeps entering my mind at high speed – the colour indigo. I need to find something indigo but for what function? What does the colour look like here?
They’re telling me to find food. I won’t survive if I don’t eat. It’s getting colder, less warm in the season of autumn. They don’t know how to control the weather yet. Primitive. They must suffer from the cold. I can see small bumps on my lower arms and hairs that stand up. I shiver. It’s almost like being in transition mode. My hands feel cold, numbed so I feel no sensation. My circulation temporarily arrested.
I’m walking faster now. I need to find nourishment and warmth. The need is becoming more urgent every second. They’re taking me out of the forest. It’s not much further now. I’m running. It’s hard moving fast in such a slow dimensional time. I’m not accelerating at a fast speed.
A concrete platform, road, and now I realise why my sound control is muffled. The sound of vehicles is painful to my ears. They tell me to cross the road, walk to the right then take a turning on the left. I can see clearly now it is dark. A song tune enters my head, ‘I can see clearly now the rain has gone’. I don’t know what this means. There has been no rain.
But then it happens. Small particles of cold water drip down in a large ejection from the sky. My jacket and clothes become wet. This feeling is very discomforting. I want to dismantle these wet and cold coverings but I cannot and if I do I will feel cold. I have been instructed of human behaviour and etiquette. I wonder how I will survive here since the atmosphere is not conducive. The air is colder now. They tell me to continue on this route. ‘Where will I find nourishment?’ They tell me to walk faster and food will arrive.
Through my muffled sound I hear a rapid heart beat and I detect internal organs being poisoned with toxins. I hear a voice with a distorted sound. It gets closer. I wish to stay away from this harsh sound but it approaches: a male, middle aged. He holds a receptacle in his hand and drinks. His behaviour is bizarre. I am alerted to previous earth observations and realise this is the effect of alcohol. I need to stay away for my own safety. I hide behind a wall. The intoxicated male passes. He does not detect me.
They direct me to turn left down a pathway. It’s darker here without the lights on the roads and from the cars. It’s quieter and I see more clearly. They appear to me in bright blue light forms which is reassuring. This is only my second Earth mission and I do not remember the first due to the amnesia. Once this is completed my schooling will terminate but I do not think I will choose to walk the Earth plane again. It is too dense and unsafe. I cannot tolerate the sounds, the hunger and the cold.
It’s an Earth dwelling, a house. They tell me to knock on the door. The outside colour is pink and a plant runs around and up to the roof. I look up and see the stars. It’s brighter here. I feel closer to my own dwelling place. But here it feels warmer. This is a good house.
‘Hello? Oh my goodness! Are you in trouble? What’s happened?’ A young woman with bright blonde hair greets me. She is wearing blue trousers and a bright pink upper garment. There is light inside yet my eyes are beginning to adjust now. Slowly the brightness dims. The eye block is being put into place now so I can see in the light. I realise she is observing my appearance and the blood stained clothes. There are scars and scratches on my skin, some gaping wounds. Nothing severe as all damage was repaired. I reply my programmed response, ‘I have lost my way. Maybe I forgot where I was going. I don’t know. I had some kind of accident. I don’t remember any more. Do you have some water I could drink or some food please?’ She opens the door and lets me in. ‘Harry! Look at this! A young woman who’s got some kind of amnesia. She’s covered in blood – had an accident. Set her another place at the table! Well, I’m Sarah.’ Her greeting, she appears friendly.
I like this house. Warm and immersed in a pink aura. There is love here and compassion. The man is sympathetic. He is of a large build with tufts of hair around his face, a beard. She is sympathetic to my situation. We sit down to eat. She tells me she is vegetarian and he eats meat. I have the vegetable meal she offers and my stomach feels better. They ask me so many questions which I cannot answer. I am then offered a sleeping zone for the night – a caravan truck in the land in front of the house. And that’s how I spend my first night on Earth.
They visited me during the night and gave me instructions for the following day. I had twenty four hours to complete the mission. It would be difficult.
It was in the morning that I heard the boy’s voice. High pitched and screaming. I looked out of the caravan glass. I had fully adjusted to the light now. The sun was eastwards in the sky. Sarah came out of the house. I heard a loud noise, a shattering. Something smashed outside. I saw the boy by the car. A window was broken and glass lay on the ground. I detected the boy was seven years old and wearing the uniform they wear for schooling here. He was talking loudly now, ‘I don’t want it. Don’t want breakfast!’ I saw that his bodily system was overloaded with sugar and other poisonous chemicals and there was no outlet for its drainage. Water rushed down his face and Sarah spoke in a loud high pitched voice. ‘You’re not going to school without breakfast! Come inside now! That was a very bad thing to do Sam!’
I walked out of my caravan and observed the boy and his mother. Both hearts were accelerating. The boy stared into my eyes for a moment and was able to detect my origins, whereas the adult humans were unable to see past my illusionary human form. He was silent for a moment and the water stopped emanating from his eyes – tears. Sarah had misinterpreted his actions as Sam had no efficient mechanism to communicate. Sarah was feeling the emotion of anger. She did not know she was feeding him poison.
‘I’m sorry!’ she shouted at me, ‘I forgot your name. What is it?’ The name I’d been programmed with was Jesebelle Finnegan. It was not the same name as the woman in the car. That way I would not be detected. I had no identity. ‘That’s a funny name!’ the boy seemed happier. His mother told him to go inside. It appeared that to be happy was not a positive attribute. I had secured communication with him which was a good start. Yet I detected that his communication with his mother was inadequate and was causing destruction in his earthly life. He needed a clearer channel in which to demonstrate his knowledge of poisonous food sources.
Later she returned to the caravan. ‘I can give you breakfast but then we must take you to the hospital. You may be more injured than you think. We wouldn’t want to be responsible for anything going wrong, you know.’ She had a good heart. I could see that. But I needed to stay here. ‘There is nothing wrong, really. If I could just rest a while here, I’ll recover.’
‘No. You have amnesia. People don’t recover from amnesia just like that. I’ll drive you after breakfast.’
She was taking the boy to school in the broken car. At least we could talk. He asked me questions consistently. ‘Where do you live?’
‘In a house somewhere.’
‘In the sky?’
‘Don’t be silly Sam! Whatever are you thinking!’
‘I have a home.’
‘Do you have parents too? Who are your friends?’
‘Yes I have parents somewhere.’
‘Don’t bother the lady any more Sam!’ The boy went to school and we approached the hospital.
We sat waiting for an elongated period of time before I was taken to see a doctor. Sarah refused to leave me alone. I was examined thoroughly then sent for x-raying. This was dangerous. It could interfere with the systming and communication. It appeared I had no choice. I attempted communicating with my companions but received no response. I was told to don a white gown. Here I looked for escape.
I noticed a partition and a doorway. I planned to run out but needed to be careful. I placed the gown over my other garments and ran. But the doctor appeared at the entrance in front of me. ‘What do you think you’re doing? You need to be x-rayed.’
‘I’m sorry. I can’t be x-rayed. I have a condition. Please will you let me go?’ My pleading did not seem to help. ‘You have amnesia and don’t know where you live. What condition do you have? You didn’t mention this during your examination.’
‘I am allergic to x-rays.’
‘Very unusual. I’ll need to check this with your GP. And where did you think you were going?’
‘I have some memory. I have an aunt who I could see. I don’t know how to write her address but I remember where it is.’ The doctor screwed up his face into a contorted position and seemed unhappy with my response. His heart beat loudly and I could see a rush of adrenaline through his system.
He directed me to a waiting zone. ‘Wait here while I make a phone call.’ There were a lot of injured people here. I sat waiting. The sight of the injuries, sadness and fear around me made me feel temporarily nauseas. I had an overwhelming feeling of compassion which was a distraction. I needed to escape.
It was then that I decided to use compassion as an aid. I approached an elderly female who was struggling to walk to the toilet room for elimination. ‘Please, can I help?’ she thanked me and I held her arm and escorted her to the room. I knew the doctor would not come in here as male and female elimination was separated. And it was in here that they started communicating with me again. I dismantled my robe and walked out of a different toilet exit. I then walked slowly out of the building unnoticed.
It didn’t matter about Sarah. She would wait and then she would go when I did not return. The x-ray would have been detrimental to the mission and to my health of body and mind. Radiation was a serious hindrance on Earth. I had been warned to extract myself from microwave ovens, x-rays and any internal appliance a human doctor might attempt to place inside my body such as a replacement heart or an instrument to activate my heart. I was to avoid all medical procedures, a considerable risk due to the damaged body I had moved into. This was my first challenge.
Within the hospital I saw many damaged bodies and minds but most of all it was the mind and the emotional balance that was at fault. These humans had caused themselves to be damaged physically in order to find the help they needed, but it seemed they were not accessing the aid they required in this environment. I felt the human emotion of sadness as I contemplated this dichotomy. It seems that humans have many unseen emotions and thoughts which they are unable to communicate with one another and therefore the emotions become blocked inside the body and cause disease and physical rupture. They do not communicate their conscious and unconscious thoughts in a direct way on this planet so thoughts can easily be concealed. I realise now that my mission is in connection with this concept.
I have to find the boy. He is attempting to communicate these unseen thoughts in others as well as his own thoughts yet his communication methods are ineffective. I know where his school is. His mother left him there while I was in the car. Saint Mathews – that was the name. My heart is moving at a fast rate. I have to run. Time is running out. They keep sending me high pitched messages through my ears. I don’t consciously know what they are. I only know now I have to run. Water is running down my face now. Hot water. I feel hot.
A young man in a blue hat approaches me, ‘Excuse me, do you know where St Mathews School is please?’ He looks rushed, unhappy. ‘That rabble of a place! Special School! Turn left, then right at the roundabout. Something like that. I’ve had enough of them kids at that place. Delinquents! Should be locked up. Now, if you don’t mind I’m in a hurry. Got a sick relative inside.’
‘Thank you. I’m sorry to keep you.’
The street was busy with cars and other larger vehicles. Big slabs of meat were hung up outside selling places – shops: dead animals on skewers with their heads dripping down with blood onto the ground. Humans are almost cannibals. I tried to obliterate my observations and continued. Without my mufflers I’d be deafened by the sounds in this street: drilling machines making holes in the roads, people shouting loudly, young humans crying and dogs barking. So much noise and unhappiness. It was hard not to react to the sadness I felt around me and the compassion I was feeling now. But like other humans in my human body I did not speak the truth out loud, only communicated this Earth concept to my companions.
I saw the school, Saint Mathews written in big letters over the front door. They told me to enter and they would give me further assistance once inside.
‘Can I help?’ A severe looking female wearing glass over her eyes looked at me in a strange way. She stood behind glass too. ‘I need to see Sam Drew please.’ (I had seen the name Drew on his school book.) ‘It’s urgent. His mother is in hospital.’ The woman seemed very anxious. I could see her heart beating at a fast rate and the adrenaline flooding her bodily system. ‘What’s the matter with her? Nothing serious I hope.’
‘No. But I must take Sam home. I’m the new au-pair.’ They gave me the words to communicate. I was not sure of the meaning of what I was saying.
‘Oh dear! Do you have a letter or something? Some ID? I’ll have to phone the head about this.’
‘No, I have no ID, but I have a letter, yes.’ I had nothing, but I searched in a pocket. ‘I must have dropped it.’
‘Your name is…?’
‘Jesabelle Finnegan.’
‘Wait here please.’
I was directed to a seat and waited for Sam.
Within a short span of time Sam appeared, running towards me up a long corridor. He looked excited. He had read my communication. He almost knew what was about to happen. I indicated to him to be quiet and looked up at the severe woman. ‘Is it ok to take Sam now?’
‘Do you know this woman Sam?’
‘Yes, she’s come to stay. She’s looking after me.’
‘Good, well, off you go and I hope your mummy’s better soon!’
I started running out of the door with Sam. I didn’t know where we were stationed to go now. A quiet place. ‘Sam, do you know who I am?’ I asked while trying to breathe properly. ‘You’re an alien.’ He said.
‘Do you want to come away with me Sam? To see a space-ship?’ He looked happy then, really happy.
‘Yeah! I’ve always wanted to see a spaceship.’
‘Then you will see one! But we have to ask you some questions, my friends and I. And then you can go home. Do you understand?’
‘Yeah, that’s ok. The Simpsons isn’t on till six o’ clock.’ Once Sam was implanted with communication pads and antennae to receive our communications he would be able to make a significant difference in the world in which he lived and to other humans. His violent means of transmitting information would then cease to be a necessity. He would be seen as the child prodigy that he is.
We found a big green space – a park. Not many people were here, maybe because of the rain. They created the ideal weather conditions for us. I didn’t know what The Simpsons was or where it was being placed but Sam wouldn’t find it difficult making the transition. He was too interested in coming with me. A good sign. We stood in the middle of the grass by a large old tree. I leant forward and took his hand. I heard the noise in my ears – louder now. They sent the blue circle which encircled us and the tree.
I was pleased to be leaving this planet. Sam would be too, when he saw how much better it could be somewhere else. He wouldn’t be interested in The Simpsons once he was on Zeon. He’d never be interested in it again or other earthly matters. I could see the molecules in his brain moving faster from one side to the other. He was placing it all together. A special child at a special school – an Indigo child. There would be much information we needed to extract from him in connection with the earth schooling system, nutrition and human emotions. It was all becoming clearer now – the mission, the boy and the colour. They flashed our solar system crisis in front of me now: the severity of negativity caused by destructive thoughts and emotions on Earth. If we don’t assist in extinguishing this shortly it will be too late. The boy provides the link. He sees and speaks the truth.
The blue was getting stronger now. Sam’s etheric aura lit up and I could see his antlers clearly now. He was at home in the blue light. Blue mixes well with Indigo. We were making a dark dark blue together. ‘Are we going to your house in the sky now?’
‘Yes Sam. We’re going home.’ Sam knew it was home. Not just for me but for him. A home in the universe. A safer place for an Indigo special child.