Artificial Moon, Artificial Sun...

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Born unto the Collective, Hatched from an Egg.

He heard thoughts. "Arise my son, unto the collective." The voices were many. They seemed to compel him to struggle, to move forward, to escape from his warm home. He moved some. The voices encouraged more movement. He listened, then he moved again, but with greater force and effort, this time. He heard a crack. His egg gave way to his efforts. The voices compelled him to do it again. He did, and with great effort, he broke through. The light was almost blinding, as he could see through the hole. He wanted more, to hear the voices again, to hear their encouragement. He pushed again onto the wall of the egg, and the hole became large. He stuck his head out. He saw everything. He saw them.

He heard a voice, a noise from one of them. He heard his own voice. It sounded strange, like a hissing squeak. He liked the sound, and made it again. They came over to him and made more noises, gentle voices of encouragement. He was out of the egg, and trying to stand. He stayed silent for a moment, and then he heard it.... inside his head.

The voices, millions of voices, all speaking about different things, he heard with such abruptness. He felt fear and confusion. He wanted to understand what they were saying, but they were too many. He became aware of the collective, and it was overwhelming. He tried to turn them off, to shut them out, but it was to no avail. He let out a small protest with his new voice. The egg tender came to him and spoke. He seemed to say, "Don't be afraid, that is just us. You are hearing our thoughts." The young one wondered why there were so many, and why did he need to hear them all at once, but he did calm down from the egg tender's reassurance. He felt, in a strange way, that he was part of their voices, that his thoughts were part of their's, and that they could hear his inner most feelings. He wanted food...

He was born deep inside the Earth, underground. Geothermal heating made it possible for his race of humanoids to live and prosper. His lessons began the very first day he was hatched. He learned of his spiritual masters, his teachers, who gave him ancient teachings from millions of years ago. He began to learn about technology, also, and his race's advancements of nearly a million years. He was given a name, the name of his family, of his race, and of the many races of his kind.

He was taught about Humans. He was shown how they live on the surface of Earth, and how they live on other planets in our Galaxy. He heard that they generally live without a collective voice, that they live alone, and struggle alone to learn about life. He wondered how people could live in such a lonely way. He wondered how they could learn quickly without a collective voice guiding them. Slow must be their progress. He felt strangely sorry for the Humans, and wondered how it would be in his first meeting of them...

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The young one was given the name Mool.

When Mool grew a little older, he found that he really enjoyed learning about plants. He started a small hobby of collecting the many different plants of his underground dwelling. He enjoyed his small garden, as he learned about the biology of helping things live and grow.

He was given an opportunity to study genetic coding and splicing at their bioengineering lab some distance from his home. He really didn't want to go. He didn't care about altering life forms in laboratories, just helping his plants grow in his garden. Though, a leader of his family persuaded him to leave on his first journey. He was to travel with his older brother to Earth's Moon. His brother had been there many times before and was anxious to leave. Mool's brother Siing, was already very adept in bioengineering different humanoid species.

They left their underground home in a medium sized space craft. It left Earth's atmosphere rather quickly, too quickly for the young Mool, who wanted to see the Humans, and the tall trees of the surface forests. He only saw pictures of the Coastal Redwoods and Sequoias of California, and wanted to study them close up. "Maybe another time", Siing uttered, as he read Mool's thoughts.

They arrived on the far side of Earth's Moon, a busy place, so it seemed, for space travelers, Mool thought, as he gazed out the crafts window. Their craft entered a doorway into an underground facility. Siing pointed out where other races' labs were, and that each had a designated area.

Mool was stunned. He saw a Grey, a short grey alien standing by a doorway to the entrance. He thought they looked funny, but was told by the collective voice not to show amusement toward him. He tried not to look at the Grey, in his small lab coat, but couldn't stop staring. They walked through the entrance.

It was huge. He couldn't believe it. It was much larger than he thought it would be. Siing said that the Moon was virtually hollow inside and most of it was used as labs and storage facilities by several ally races. Mool wondered how they could hollow out such a massive rock.

Siing spoke," It was never an actual Moon. Many thousands of years ago, it was a created and sent here by their race. It was always meant to be a hidden lab, floating above Earth's surface, so they could study and experiment on Earth's life forms."

Mool wondered if the Earth Human's knew about this. He supposed Humans weren't allowed to visit the Moon, because of the secrecy, but some of them must know. It was so close to them.

They were led into a large holding facility where Mool saw many more Greys in lab coats. Then, far in a corner, he saw a human, maybe.

"What is that?", Mool thought, in telepathic form, to his brother.

Siing responded the same way," That is a Earth Human Hybrid. She has long hair, like some Earth women, but very fine, because we cross bred her with a Grey, who is generally hairless.

She was standing near some equipment, seemingly busy working on something. She didn't look up when they passed. A feeling of loneliness came over Mool. That was from the Human part of her, Mool thought, as she wasn't born into a collective. He was picking up on her sad emotions.

Mool wondered what a full Earth Human women might be like. He also wondered how uncomfortable it might be to meet her. Her emotions might be overwhelming for him.

Mool didn't have to wonder long. The next room had five human women in it. They saw Mool walk in and shuttered. He felt their dislike for him and felt like imploding. It was an awful feeling. They spoke, and one of them yelled in great anger. Mool stood, frozen, as the screaming scared him, took his breath away, and rattled his nerves. He couldn't believe what he was feeling, as he was feeling their great anger and fear. He looked at them with empathy, but he had to detach himself and his feelings, just to breath again.

Siing looked at Mool and asked telepathically,"Are you alright?".

Mool said, "I suppose so...no, not really". Mool stepped back, almost to the doorway. He really wanted to go home, to his garden. He wondered why he was brought to the Moon. He hated it...

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Know Thy Self

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"Mool.... Mool, snap out of it, we need you to stay focused."

Mool heard his brother in his head, but had a difficult time concentrating. All he saw were those Human women, yelling at him. He tried to understand. Why were those women there in the lab, and why were they angry?

One of them yelled, "You freaking lizard, keep away from me." He wasn't a lizard. He knew what a lizard was and he knew he wasn't that.

Then Mool's eyes focused in front of him. A Grey was very close to his face, and his large eyes were staring at him, looking into him. He heard the Grey's voice telepathically say a word. It was like a spark in his mind. He slowly came out of it. He saw his brother, standing a few feet away, looking at him, grunting.



He looked again at the women in the room. Some were shackled and some were behind bars, in a kind of cage. He never saw anything like it, before. He closed his eyes, and only an image of a woman, lying in torment, wrapped up in something, a telepathic image of what they were feeling, came to his senses. Why were they being held against their will?

Siing said to Mool, "Calm down. These are the women we have been experimenting on, and their offspring."

Mool asked,"Why?"

Siing answered with an almost detached voice, "Because this is what we do. This is how we learn, and find new knowledge. These creatures will help us to understand the Humans. Are you with me?"

Mool muttered, "They aren't happy. We should send them home."

"When we are through with them, they will probably be returned to their home. Don't worry. We are superior to them. They can't hurt us. Don't be afraid of them," Siing said.

Mool didn't really feel afraid of them. He felt their distress and wanted to help them. He wondered what all of this experimenting was all about. Mool also wondered about being superior to them. He felt different, but superior wasn't an accurate description. The Collective mind he was attached to, mostly agreed with Siing, so he felt. The disagreements were few, but were strongly opposed to this type of treatment. He wondered what segment of the Collective felt this way, and where were they? He didn't mention it to his brother, as it should probably be left for later. He could question his mother about it. She seemed to know about things like that.

He had a flash, an insight, maybe from his Mother, of an ancient drawing of one from his race eating Human Body parts.



Mool wondered if he was served Human Body parts for his meals. He couldn't believe this was so. He blocked out most telepathic communications about his food, because he really didn't want to know where it came from. He looked at one of the women in the room, and wondered if she might be part of his next meal. It made him sick to his stomach to think of such things. Did most of his race enjoy eating Humans? He felt dizzy.

"Mool", his brother said, "Get over it, and come here." He walked over, reluctantly...

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Walk-in's: http://www.greatdreams.com/walkin.htm

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Know Thy Self:
http://www.nibiruancouncil.com/html/starseeds.html

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After five days on Earth's Moon, working with his brother in the lab, Mool finally gets to go home.

Mool hated the experiments he had to preform. He was anxious to return. He and Siing were walking back to the space craft, when he heard voices, Human voices. He turned to see what the commotion was about. He saw Humans standing in white lab coats around one man. He seemed to be very stern about something, talking loudly.

Siing saw Mool staring. "Those are not Earth Humans. They come from another star system. The one in the middle calls himself The Master. He is their leader."

Mool uttered,"Are they our allies?"

Siing answered, "Well, sometimes. He and his federation kill and harm other Humans. I don't trust him. Anyone that kills his own race is very dangerous to do business with.

As Mool and Siing walked by them, The Master looked up at Mool. They stared eye to eye for a moment. Mool felt an erie, dark crawling feeling along his back. Mool looked away, and The Master continued his scolding at the other Humans.

The two boarded the ship for departure back to Earth. The ship slowly climbed through the doorway and left the Moon. The Sun was bright against dark space. He wondered since the Moon was an artificial craft of sorts, what about the Sun? He would ask his brother.

Siing replied, "No, it's not real, either. It has been greatly tampered with, and altered. Nearly a million years ago, it was a much whiter star, useful to the Galactic Alliance and their many humanoid races. It affected us in unhealthy ways. We needed to render it's power to heal the Humans, useless. We darkened it, made it a little larger, and it now has to be maintained to keep it's structure the way we want it.

Mool said, "Maintained? How?"

The center of this Sun is like any other. It functions within a certain space/ time coordinate especially chosen for this particular point in space. We chose to alter it, so we have to continue to keep altering it. We need to inject certain particles and plasma into the core to keep it's output dulled for our survival. We have ships especially designed to do this work." Siing stated.

"So, if the Sun went back to it's normal ways, it would alter the way life was on Earth?", Mool asked.

"Yes", said Siing. "Humans would experience a completely different life, much easier, with a much longer life span. We made it easier for ourselves, but harder for them."

The ship was already nearly home. Mool wondered if anything was authentic, anymore. He wondered with all of this tampering over all these years, what is natural? The ship landed, and he felt a great relief.



He wanted to avoid thinking about those Human women in the lab, and get back to his natural... well, natural enough private garden...His favorite were his mushrooms...

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Mool sat in his garden tending to his mushroom patch while daydreaming of having a large farm above ground. As long as he could remember, even though he wasn't that old, he envied the Earth Humans, with their great farms and multitude of fruits and vegetables growing in the sunlight. He really didn't care, for the moment, whether the Sun was artificial or not. He just liked being with the plants and animals growing on the surface. He felt cooped up in his family's underground caves.

Siing, his brother, walked in. "Hurry up, lets go.... I have a surprise for you."

Mool asked, "Huh? What surprise?"

Siing anxiously pushed," No questions. Let's go. I have a ship. We're going to the surface, but nobody can know. It must be kept a secret. I'm taking you to see the California Redwoods, and the Sequoias, liked you asked."

Mool was stunned. He couldn't believe anyone would do this for him. He jumped up and yelled, in a whisper, "Yes!... Let's go."

It was night, and the caves were actually in, or under, California. So they didn't have to travel far. Mool knew it was against their rules to just take off like this, without telling anyone, but he was very excited. They boarded the ship and were off in an instant. They arrived at a coastal inlet, just where the Coastal Redwoods began, moments later.

It was very dark and foggy. Mool stepped out of the ship and started to walk towards the giant trees. They were wonderful, he thought. Even with the equipment he brought, the tops were difficult to see. He looked straight up, as he stood in the middle, surrounded by the old giants, and smelled the crisp damp air and the redwood aroma. It was a thick earthy fragrant, filled with Pine and salt air.



He looked down and saw many different ferns growing, as they took advantage of the misty air. A downed tree was nearby. It seemed to fall from old age, but there were small saplings growing from the trunk. He read in his internet connections that the root systems of these old trees didn't extend very deep. This was one way the trees produced their offspring. Seeds were another way, so he collected some from the cones.

As Mool was exploring, Siing was keeping a close eye on the time, and also looking for other animals and Humans camping or hiking close by. His instruments could sense they were far enough away to be safe. He couldn't let anyone see them. He could imagine their faces when they see him, a huge, nearly eight foot tall reptile with a space ship. Not so good for them or him. The collective strongly urges against such meetings. It must not happen, tonight.

Mool was like a little youth, dancing around the trees in charming happiness. Siing didn't want to take him out of his splendor, but he had to.

"Mool, let's go. We can't stay. We have to make one more stop."

Mool looked up at him. "The Sequoias?"

"Yes, lets go."

Mool hurried to get back to the ship. He knew they couldn't stay long and they both risked getting in trouble, so he rushed to gather his samples and they left.

Their ship arrived in the far upper end of the Sequoia forest. Mool knew these trees were also of the Redwood family, and only grew naturally on the western slopes of the large California mountain range known as the Sierras. This forest was nearly always populated with rangers or campers, but Siing knew exactly where to land the ship, quietly and discretely. No one heard, not even the Chipmunk, near by. Mool got out and looked around the thickened forest. There was no fog, and the air was fresh and the stars twikled in the cool night sky.

One tree was more amazing than the other. Mool gasped, as he looked up. He knew from his readings that some of these trees were over two thousand years old, but he could actually feel their age from the energy surrounding each tree. It was ancient.



Mool turned to his brother and said, " Thank you so very much for doing this for me. Why did you do this?"

Siing answered, "Well, I know how you felt about our Moon experiments in the lab, and you didn't complain even when it was difficult for you. You were a good sport. I wanted to give you something back, in return. Something that you would really like..... Hurry up, we don't have much time."

Just then, a cracking noise from a branch filled the quiet night mountainside. They were both startled. Mool hurriedly collected some pine cones that were scattered on the forest floor. A chipmunk was working on one of the cones nearby and gave Mool a stern warning not to touch his dinner. Mool knelt down to answer with a calm chitter of his own. Siing laughed.



Mool came back to the ship with is bag of gatherings and large smiling eyes. "Okay, let's go"

Siing answered, "Are you sure? Don't you want to camp here overnight to have a forest ranger wake you in the morning with a photo. I'm sure a photo of you would look good next to the giant trees on the Internet."

Mool laughed. "No way"

They departed from the Sequoia Forest as Mool gazed out the window. What a beautiful night he had. He wondered someday if he could live on the surface, along with the Humans and other creatures. If so, he would choose to live in the forest, with the giant trees, so he thought. Mool wondered what life would be like if the Humans accepted all of the different humanoids as their own, within a working culture.

Siing, reading Mool's thoughts said, "Oh, my brother has a lot to learn about our surface dwelling Humans......"

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Some really breathtaking photography.
Not much interested in the story-line though, sorry Tp.
Kind regards

Thanks for sharing,
d.

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White Supremacist, Dark Matter

Mool didn't find much on the Internet on The Master, the leader of a Human sect he saw on the Moon. Many years ago, an American Admiral was sent on a mission to the South Pole, the Antarctica, to see if he could locate a Nazi base. He met the Master there. The Admiral wrote down what he saw in his biography...

From this point I write all the following events here from memory. It defies the imagination and would seem all but madness if it had not happened.

The radioman and I are taken from the aircraft and we are re ceived in a most cordial manner. We were then boarded on a small platform-like conveyance with no wheels! It moves us toward the glowing city with great swiftness. As we approach, the city seems to be made of a crystal material. Soon we arrive at a large building that is a type I have never seen before. It appears to be right out of the design board of Frank Lloyd Wright, or perhaps more correctly, out of a Buck Rogers setting!! We are given some type of warm beverage which tasted like nothing I have ever savored before. It is delicious. After about ten minutes, two of our wondrous appearing hosts come to our quarters and announce that I am to accompany them. I have no choice but to comply. I leave my radioman behind and we walk a short dis tance and enter into what seems to be an elevator. We descend downward for some moments, the machine stops, and the door lifts silently upward! We then proceed down a long hallway that is lit by a rose-colored light that seems to be emanating from the very walls themselves! One of the beings motions for us to stop before a great door. Over the door is an inscription that I cannot read. The great door slides noiselessly open and I am beckoned to enter. One of my hosts speaks. 'Have no fear, Admiral, you are to have an audience with the Master...'

I step inside and my eyes adjust to the beautiful coloration that seems to be filling the room completely. Then I begin to see my sur roundings. What greeted my eyes is the most beautiful sight of my entire existence. It is in fact too beautiful and wondrous to describe. It is exquisite and delicate. I do not think there exists a human term that can describe it in any detail with justice! My thoughts are interrupted in a cordial manner by a warm rich voice of melodious quality, 'I bid you welcome to our domain, Admiral.' I see a man with delicate features and with the etching of years upon his face. He is seated at a long table. He motions me to sit down in one of the chairs. After I am seated, he places his fingertips together and smiles. He speaks softly again, and conveys the following.

'We have let you enter here because you are of noble character and well-known on the Surface World, Admiral.' Surface World, I half-gasp under my breath! 'Yes," the Master replies with a smile, 'you are in the domain of the Arianni, the Inner World of the Earth. We shall not long delay your mission, and you will be safely escorted back to the surface and for a distance beyond. But now, Admiral, I shall tell you why you have been summoned here. Our interest rightly begins just after your race exploded the first atomic bombs over Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan. It was at that alarm ing time we sent our flying machines, the "Flugelrads", to your surface world to investigate what your race had done. That is, of course, past history now, my dear Admiral, but I must continue on. You see, we have never interfered before in your race's wars, and barbarity, but now we must, for you have learned to tamper with a certain power that is not for man, namely, that of atomic energy. Our emissaries have already delivered messages to the powers of your world, and yet they do not heed. Now you have been chosen to be witness here that our world does exist. You see, our Culture and Science is many thousands of years beyond your race, Admiral.' I interrupted, 'But what does this have to do with me, Sir?'

The Master's eyes seemed to penetrate deeply into my mind, and after studying me for a few moments he replied, 'Your race has now reached the point of no return, for there are those among you who would destroy your very world rather than relinquish their power as they know it...' I nodded, and the Master continued, 'In 1945 and afterward, we tried to contact your race, but our efforts were met with hostility, our Flugelrads were fired upon. Yes, even pursued with malice and animosity by your fighter planes. So, now, I say to you, my son, there is a great storm gathering in your world, a black fury that will not spend itself for many years. There will be no answer in your arms, there will be no safety in your science. It may rage on until every flower of your culture is trampled, and all human things are leveled in vast chaos. Your recent war was only a prelude of what is yet to come for your race. We here see it more clearly with each hour..do you say I am mistaken?'

'No,' I answer, 'it happened once before, the dark ages came and they lasted for more than five hundred years.'

'Yes, my son,' replied the Master, 'the dark ages that will come now for your race will cover the Earth like a pall, but I believe that some of your race will live through the storm, beyond that, I cannot say. We see at a great distance a new world stirring from the ruins of your race, seeking its lost and legendary treasures, and they will be here, my son, safe in our keeping. When that time arrives, we shall come forward again to help revive your culture and your race. Perhaps, by then, you will have learned the futility of war and its strife...and after that time, certain of your culture and science will be returned for your race to begin anew. You, my son, are to return to the Surface World with this message.....'

With these closing words, our meeting seemed at an end. I stood for a moment as in a dream....but, yet, I knew this was reality, and for some strange reason I bowed slightly, either out of respect or humility, I do not know which.

Suddenly, I was again aware that the two beautiful hosts who had brought me here were again at my side. 'This way, Admiral,' motioned one. I turned once more before leaving and looked back toward the Master. A gentle smile was etched on his delicate and ancient face. 'Farewell, my son,' he spoke, then he gestured with a lovely, slender hand a motion of peace and our meeting was truly ended.

Quickly, we walked back through the great door of the Master's chamber and once again entered into the elevator. The door slid silently downward and we were at once going upward. One of my hosts spoke again, 'We must now make haste, Admiral, as the Master desires to delay you no longer on your scheduled timetable and you must return with his message to your race.'

I said nothing. All of this was almost beyond belief, and once again my thoughts were interrupted as we stopped. I entered the room and was again with my radioman. He had an anxious expres sion on his face. As I approached, I said, 'It is all right, Howie, it is all right.' The two beings motioned us toward the awaiting conveyance, we boarded, and soon arrived back at the aircraft. The engines were idling and we boarded immediately. The whole atmosphere seemed charged now with a certain air of urgency. After the cargo door was closed the aircraft was imme diately lifted by that unseen force until we reached an altitude of 2700 feet. Two of the aircraft were alongside for some dis tance guiding us on our return way. I must state here, the airspeed indicator registered no reading, yet we were moving along at a very rapid rate.

215 Hours- A radio message comes through. 'We are leaving you now, Admiral, your controls are free. Auf Wiedersehen!!!!' We watched for a moment as the flugelrads disappeared into the pale blue sky....

Admiral Richard E. Byrd
United States Navy
24 December 1956