Alessandro's Unexpected Traverse (2) The reptile locked its small widely set eyes, with large diamond shaped pupils, brownish black iris and grey whites with Justin’s eyes and he could no longer move so he was easily disarmed. The reptile continued to stare into Justin’s eyes and he saw in his mind a history of the lizard people. They began as a group of pack animals four to six feet long. They learned as a group, through psychic transmission, to stand up and attack with stones the eggs of the dinosaurs that ate them. They then learned to swing sticks, then to use sharp sticks. They learned very fast and evolved as a psychic race. They developed a civilization and then enough technology to colonize planets. The ones on earth were on an outpost and they were waiting for the arrival of a large force from home. The visions went away and Justin found himself staring into the soldier’s eyes. The reptile held Justin’s gaze and morphed into a perfect replica of the president of the United States. It laughed in a hissing manner and then changed back into a reptile. “I will think of something interesting to do with you,” the soldier said. Justin’s heart sank but he managed to ask, “What right do you have to hold me?” The reptile turned on him angrily. “We were here first, we created you humans from apes. Our land was on the surface but natural catastrophes drove us underground. We became synonymous with demons and hell in the human mind.” ‘Small wonder,’ Justin thought. The soldier clicked and whistled some orders to his subordinates. The two armored reptiles grabbed Justin’s biceps and marched him through a maze of caves. Their grip was like iron and Justin felt helpless to resist. He noticed they had small hands with four long fingers and no thumb but the outside finger was jointed to be opposable. Justin was placed with other captive humans in their den. The cave was hot and uncomfortably humid. A gangly, pale, tall, skinny fellow with a mole like face, pale skin and a pronounced Adams apple came up to him. “Hi, I’m Bob.” “Ah, Justin.” “Got tossed into the reptile colony did you?” “Yeah,” Justin answered disconsolately. “Could be worse, you could be in the experiment cage.” Justin blanched. “Oh, you don’t know about that,” Bob said sounding apologetic. “How did you get caught? What were you doing in this part of the world?” “Mountain climbing accident,” answered Justin. Bob nodded. “I got captured spelunking in the wrong cave.” “How long have you been here?” Justin asked. “I don’t know, maybe a year, it’s hard to keep track of time in this place.” “What are all of these people dong here?” “The reptiles capture earth people and work them to death underground and mate with earth women to start a crossbreed. They eat humans, they are evil. Some of us have evaded the reptiles and bred,” said Bob. “What do the reptiles want?” “You notice how hot and humid the caves are?” Justin nodded yes. “The reptiles like it that way. They are terraforming the surface of the earth, creating global warming so it will be better for them. They want to alter the earth with greenhouse gases and they are waiting for the human overpopulation to force the climatic breaking point. They plan to take over when humans begin to die out.” “Won’t the military stop them?” “Sometimes the military is in collusion with them. The lizard people made a deal with the military to live close to the surface of the earth under the ground but sometimes there are skirmishes over territory. I’m going to get some food, want to come?” “What do you eat?” “Primarily we eat fungus,” Bob pointed out the ugly looking plants growing here and there in the cave. “And we cultivate a phosphorescent fungus to light the area but you don’t want to eat it and as soon as it’s picked the light goes out. If you need water it’s OK to drink any seepage.” Justin shook his head no and when Bob left he tried to hide by squatting in a recess. He knew it was just a matter of time before the big reptile came back for him and he would probably be dead. He wished it was a dream or a hallucination but it was all too real. He felt paranoid and broke out into an uncomfortable clammy cold sweat. In desperation he meditated until he thought he could walk through the cave wall but when he tried it he promptly bumped his nose on the rock. Bob returned and handed Justin some of the fungus. Justin did not feel like he could eat it and put it in his pocket. Everyone in the cave began bedding down, so Justin lay down and eventually fell into a fitful sleep. Justin was awakened by a small earthquake, one of the old decrepit tunnels had fallen in and dust began to fill the cave. “Oh god, that will bring the soldiers,” said Bob anxiously. They could hear the reptiles coming, their armor making noises, their search lights already on. They could hear the reptiles communicate with high pitched whistles and clicks. “Here they come,” Bob choked on the words, he looked deathly scared. Justin saw the humans scatter and run into various tunnels and he looked around in panic. He chose a tunnel that appeared to be going the opposite way of the reptiles and ran for it. The tunnel dead ended at a big deep hole, he could see why no one else had come this way. Justin free climbed and slid down a steep cliff into the hole. He was not sure he could get back up but at the moment he did not care. He vowed that he would try to be as perfect and unselfish a human as he could be if he survived. He backed up against the farthest rock wall. He could hear the lizards coming and see lights approaching. He hid behind a large boulder and found a hole in the rock wall. Due to his intense fear of the reptiles he squeezed through the small fissure that was apparently created by the earthquake, uncaring if he became stuck. After a dozen feet the small fissure widened and Justin cautiously stood up. He was in total darkness, there was nothing but a little cold air blowing. He did not know what he should do and kept his hand against the wall as he stepped carefully, unable to see. He wanted to put as much space between himself and the reptiles as he could. He moved toward the breeze hoping there would be an opening eventually. He moved for hours until he drew tired and stopped. He was feeling hungry so he sat down and pulled some of the fungus out of his pocket and ate it. It had the taste of ashes. He thought he might die in this dark place and was afraid so he tried a meditation chant to calm himself. As he half meditated, his anxieties kept popping up into his consciousness. The head of the monk in the village who had taught Justin the chants came to him in a cloudy vision. “You must meditate more,” said the disembodied head. Then a hand of darkness seemed to push the vision of the monk away. Justin concentrated on the light chant for fifteen minutes and the tunnel walls seemed to key in on the vibration of the chant and took on a dim golden green glow that allowed him to see the glassy walls. The tunnel seemed to have been burned through solid rock. The light was coming from the rock walls themselves and he could see it wax and wane as if it was breathing in time with him. He stopped chanting and the light grew dim so he found he had to stay in that state of mind to keep the light going. The tunnel appeared ancient, it had a flat bottom about thirty feet across and a rounded top that was about thirty feet high. He walked toward the slight breeze until he saw an airshaft far over head which disappeared in blackness. There was no way he could climb the slick walls and reach it. He continued walking on and the tunnel began a precipitous dip. It looked very steep. He was afraid he would just slide down without control and it appeared that it could go on forever. He concluded that he would have to turn around and go back. He noticed a niche in the wall and looked into the recess and saw something so ancient it seemed to have been formed at the same time as the tunnel. He looked closer and found a metal cylinder standing there. After inspecting it he decided to have nothing to do with it. He decided to walk back the way he had come but he heard the clicks and whistles of the reptiles and he could see lights in the distance. He considered jumping down into the steep tunnel hole to his death. Out of desperation he decided to have a closer look at the cylinder. At first he was afraid but it looked unthreatening. It had a rounded seamless stainless steel door and there seemed nothing to fear. Its sole marking was a burnished circle at one point on the cylinder wall and he touched it to find out if it felt different from the rest of the metal. The door silently opened and Justin jumped back startled and fearful but nothing came out of the container so he stepped up to look inside. It was dark and hollow, he stuck his head inside to take a closer examination. It had the appearance of a sort of elevator, there was a railing around the inside and a panel with what looked like painted buttons on the inside wall. He thought maybe it was a conveyance that would take him to the bottom of the sloping tunnel. He stepped inside the device and the door closed immediately. He felt panic quickly overwhelm him, how was he to get out? He had thoughts that he might suffocate or he would be locked in until the reptiles arrived. The painted buttons began to glow and a soft golden light without any apparent source came from the ceiling. He touched one of the colored buttons hoping to find the one that opened the door but instead he felt the container vibrate. He felt an upward movement somewhat like what one feels in an elevator. He was terrified and had no idea of what was going on. Against his better judgment he began to touch the various colored shapes again. The cylinder began to make the most terrible grinding noises and now he began to fear that it might fly apart. It felt as if an elevator cable had broken and it was falling and spinning, making him feel motion sickness. He heard whooshing sounds that seemed to come from around the outside of the cylinder. He felt mortally threatened by everything that was happening and he was afraid to move or punch any more buttons. He laid down on the cold metal floor and tried to brace himself by stretching out his arms and legs against the cylinder wall but it was too wide and slick to get a firm hold. He was scared witless by a maddening fear of the unknown. He sincerely regretted getting into this thing and did not want to be in there anymore. With a small jolt the feeling of movement stopped and there was silence. Justin stood up. The cylinder door opened and a strange looking man with a pale, tired face, large yellow teeth, frizzled gray brown hair and looking like he had not shaved for two days, walked in. He was wearing what appeared to be a one-piece gray jump suit. He gave Justin a cursory glance, touched no buttons and the door closed them both into the capsule. Justin was too surprised at the man’s presence to say anything. The man, who seemed to be a technician of some sort, calmly waited and paid no attention to Justin. They traveled along for awhile and as Justin was about to ask the man a question the machine stopped again. The door opened and the bright light of day on the surface of the earth struck Justin in the eyes and temporarily blinded him. The repairman, if that’s what he was, stepped out and disappeared into the bright sun shine. Justin was about to walk out and follow him but the door closed and the device began to move again, smoothly and silently. “No!” Justin yelled and pounded on the door. “Let me out!” Justin was afraid again for he knew not where he was bound or if he could return home. Maybe the machine was going back to the endless tunnel or the reptile den and his anxiety was quite dreadful for he did not know how to deal with the situation. Again the machine stopped and the door opened upon total blackness. There was no sound, the ceiling light turned off, even the little panel lights had gone out. It seemed as if the elevator, if that's what it was, had gone out of service. He peeked out of the open door and saw nothing at all. With trepidation he stepped outside and the cylinder door shut behind him. Again a feeling of extreme dread came over Justin for he could see nothing at all. He tried pushing the cylinder door button but nothing happened. He felt light headed and the dry air made him feel parched. He stood there until he figured out that he would have to move sometime. He tried the chant for light but nothing lit up. He reached out with his arms and touched a wall. He felt and walked along it for a space. He felt like he was almost floating, sort of bouncing along and had trouble keeping his feet on the floor. He got frightened that he might fall into a pit or something and decided to return to the cylinder. He tried going back the way he came but he ran into a wall that had not been there before. The wall he had first used as a guide was gone. He was lost in the absolute darkness but he could hear nearly silent sliding black panels directing his movements. He walked along the newly made corridor searching for an exit. He heard foot steps and then a light was turned on and he saw a tall blonde goddess with thick, wavy hair and large blue eyes. She was in a light blue suit and was walking toward him. He felt love emanate from her and it made him feel relaxed and trusting. Her skin seemed somewhat translucent as if he looked close enough he could see her muscles and veins. “That travel port hasn’t been used for a very long time,” she said sounding amused. Overawed by her presence he could only ask, “Do you know where I could get some water?” “Come with me,” she answered and took him by the hand. They walked through an air lock and down a hallway lined with metal plates and he came to a window. He looked out and was entranced because under bright light he saw grey dust, crags and craters and the earth was in the sky. “Where are we?” he asked her. “You mean you don’t know?” She regarded him skeptically, “On the moon of course.” The idea struck him as absurd but it did explain his feeling of light weight. Out of the window he could see a huge ancient looking metal scaffold that looked like a cross between a skyscraper and an antenna. “If we’re on the moon then what is that big structure?” “That is the soul collector,” she said. “The what?” “This way...” She took him by the hand again and led him off. This was too much for Justin who did not know what to believe anymore. ‘It must be a dream,’ he thought. He also thought he was thinking a little too rationally for a dream. He tried to change this reality as a dream changes based on what you think, but it stubbornly remained the same. She took him through a passage that led to a room beneath the soul collector. They crossed the room on a sealed glass catwalk above what appeared to be odd human hybrids working along a conveyer belt. They were watched over by what looked like a giant praying mantis. He saw that little gray beings seemed to be acting as managers of a factory. Justin noticed they had a plastic like skin without wrinkles and a large head with artificial looking eyes that wrapped around the skull. They appeared to be three to four feet tall and twenty five to fifty pounds in weight. “What are they doing?” Justin asked. “Humans die and their souls are drawn to the collector to get rid of excess emotional baggage,” she explained. “The gray Archons are pharmacologists of a sort, it’s a simple business transaction to them. They extract pain and love and emotions from souls and sell it as a drug to other creatures that are addicted to such things. The reptilians are especially fond of the fear extract. Here they are finishing the packaging.” A taller gray looked up at Justin as if he were a piece of meat. “Does he want to eat me?” The gray seemed almost amused. “I wouldn’t worry about these grays to much,” she said. “They don’t eat much. They have little emotion and don’t really care about you. He is checking to see if your soul is ready for harvesting.” Justin gulped, the gray turned away. “Looks like you’re not ready,” his guide said and smiled. Justin did not know if he should feel relief or consternation. “They’re letting you go because they think you will gather more pain for them.” As they walked through a door and into another hallway Justin asked, “How long has this been going on?” “Since the beginning. Earth is an isolated planet on the edge of the Milky Way, away from galactic central where the real enlightened souls live. Souls are banished to earth due to some defect in their character. Your body is an electrical net that holds the soul temporarily. Think of earth as a prison where psychotic souls are held. The grays call Earth ‘The Planet of Unawareness’ as if it’s the planet that lulls people into a sleep of ignorance.” Justin asked, “So once back on earth will I be safe from them?” “They know your brainwaves, so if they ever want to they will find you.” “How can they tell mine from the others?” “It’s like music, every song is different even though each song is made from the same notes.” “Do they visit the earth?” “Your people see the grays in many ways. They mostly come at night in dreams. The grays may be your future progenitors, creating a new human race that is more adjusted to space, like the alien human hybrids on the conveyer belt you saw. They might be ridding earth of pain so it can evolve, and they might be manipulative figures who distill your pain for a psychic high. They don’t explain. They only deal with the soul, they don’t need the body. They may repair your body but it’s just so you can collect more pain for them,” “I’ve heard about people being abducted and given anal probes,” he said. “They’re just getting a reading, the same as a veterinarian with any pet or lab animal. You stick a thermometer up its rectum to get a measurement. Maybe the grays use more highly complex instruments to measure things but your body is no more than a lab animal to them, they have no use for it. It’s the soul they deal in, that is, the pain and fear or love and peace in it.” “So everyone goes to the moon when they die?” “You’re on the moon. You might say you want to be on the sun,” she said cryptically. “You might say the sun created you so as to evolve itself. Some souls turn into light at death. Some souls go to the sun, some souls see the fire of the sun as the light of heaven, and some see it as the fires of hell. Other souls go to the moon where they are drained of excess emotion and recycled. Some souls are cleaned on the moon and then sent on to the sun for recycling. Some return to earth for reincarnation.” “Where are you from?” he asked her “The Pleiades is what you call them. Your people call us the Nordics.” “What happens to your people?” “We have a somewhat similar situation with our own sun.” She opened a door and they entered a kitchen. “You can get water here,” she said. He opened a cabinet to get a glass for water and found if full of packaged food. “Why a well stocked kitchen on the moon?” he asked. “Different races are living here you know. There are also visitors, some like yourself, and others who are invited.” He helped himself to food and drink. “What is your role in this?” “Oh, I’m just an impartial observer,” she answered with serene amusement. “I ran into some reptiles,” he said and she said nothing. “They had armor and short leathery wings.” “Those are soldiers,” she said. “They aren’t all like that, there are six different species of reptiles, and some of them are very gentle and intelligent.” “Are there a lot of beings on the moon? How many races are there?” “Fifty seven,” she answered sounding bored. “Heinz 57,” he said remembering what they called the mutt he had as a child. She looked at him like she did not have a clue what he was talking about. “Consider the moon how it never seems to turn,” she said. “The moon is a gigantic hollow steel ball, it is light for its mass and rings when struck. It keeps the oceans in place, its orbit shows it was not captured or birthed from earth. The moon appears, from earth, the same size as the sun. It is the sign that the reptiles placed the moon there. Why do you think your people have not been back here officially since 1972?” He was suddenly fearful of the serpents. He was beginning to realize how terrified of them he had been. “Don’t worry, you are safe with me,” she said as if reading his emotions. “The reptiles live inside the moon as they do on the earth. The grays pay rent to the reptiles with the extracted fear tonic. The human brain evolved over a reptile brain. Politicians make people feel afraid and then appeal to the survive at any cost aspect of the reptile brain. People use hate, ignorance and malice to control others. The reptile brain controls the desire for food, fighting, fleeing and sex. You shouldn't be like the reptiles, cold blooded and merciless, you know better, you should be above that state. You are the most developed of mammals mentally and physically on the surface of your planet. Unfortunately your animal instincts often hold you back.” “I saw a reptile turn into the president in front of me.” “It’s just a trick they do,” she sounded irritated like she was frustrated at having to deal with a slow child. “It’s like a chameleon, they can change their appearance. They can change physically but they are also very good at hypnosis, like a snake charms a rat.” He shivered, he did not want to become a reptile’s rat again. “The reptiles are from Draco originally, you’ve heard of Dracula? They believe they are the most perfect of creatures. They have always interacted with human secrete societies. Take Quetzalcoatl the feathered serpent and the ‘snake’ in the story of Adam and Eve. The reptiles have used various satanic groups of humans since Babylon to their own ends. Augustus Caesar was part reptilian and he began a bloodline that included Nero. Justinian was a complete reptile in human skin, he seldom ate or slept. Some of the richest families in your time are of reptilian bloodlines. The names of some of those families have been changed several times over the millennia.” She looked up as if she heard something. “I need to confer with the other Nordics,” she said. “Stay here, I’ll be back soon.” She brushed against him, her clothes felt unpleasant to him, like the shell of an insect. He could tell that she was heavier and denser than she looked. Justin found a bathroom and took a much needed shower. He was reluctant to put on his dirty and dusty clothes but he had nothing else to wear so he cleaned them as well as he could and put them back on. He went back to the kitchen and helped himself to more food and drink. When she returned Justin asked her, “Surely our government must know about the people and structures on the moon?” “Surely,” she answered coldly. “We’re going to take you back to earth. No one here wants to be responsible for your life. You’re in luck, some of my people have some business with the masters and will be leaving soon.” Justin was not sure he should say anything but he asked, “Who are the masters?” “You will find out soon enough.” She led him out of the kitchen and they walked to a large chamber. “This is our antigravity ship,” she stated. It looked to Justin like the classic flying saucer, on its side was an insignia of a serpent entwined in a vine. He walked up a ramp and found there were chairs and a band around the inside that he could see out like a window. “I didn’t see a window on the outside,” said Justin. “There are sensors on the outside that transmit a picture thru the haul of the ship.” One of the two male pilots closed the door as she strapped Justin into a chair. He heard a base humming note and knew the ship had started. It lifted up off the floor, a door in front of the ship opened and they flew out through the door. He could see on the screen as they flew out of a crater and soon left the moon far below. The saucer moved fast but he felt little gravity force, however there were feelings of disorientation and he was forced at times to lean this way and that. There were pressures in Justin’s head and his sore nose and he felt like he was going to be sick. She came up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders and he felt much better. His neck was no longer stiff, his body no longer ached, his nose no longer hurt and he became aware again of her femaleness. Wanting to talk to her he asked the god like creature, “Do you believe in god?” “There is a creative driving force,” she waved her arm at all the stars in the universe. “Where do you think it all came from, nothing?” Justin could see the moon above and the earth below him. They had traveled almost 240,000 miles in just about no time and they were slowing down for earth reentry. “How did that happen? How did we get here so fast?” Justin asked her astonished. “All points are related,” she said sounding blasé, “we were at one point and now we are at another.” “How come no one sees these ships crossing space?” he asked her. “Well it’s here and it isn’t here, it’s hard to explain.” “It’s in another dimension.” “Sort of, but it’s still here. It’s like this...”
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