Meeting 3 : The Waiting Game

Meeting 3. The Waiting Game

The Third Meeting

Hi, I'm Suzan, here again to share another chapter in my continuing saga with the ETs known as Shaka. Each encounter feels like peeling back another layer of a cosmic onion-except the onion is alive, glowing, and occasionally cracks jokes. Buckle up, friends, because this third meeting is quite the ride.

The Six

My third trip to meet Shaka began with an unusual sight. As I was escorted to the observation platform, I noticed a faint blue haze stretching across their horizon. Was it an aurora, or their version of one? It seemed significant, like they were already setting the stage for something profound. As if to underscore this, the ship's view morphed, and suddenly I was looking down at Earth from above. But Earth wasn't how we usually see it; strange energy beams shot out from both poles, forming mesmerizing clouds of light.

I suspected this might be important later-a prelude to a cosmic riddle they wanted me to solve. But before I could start asking questions, I cheekily called out, "Can I please talk to Shaka?" If you've ever yelled for the manager and then immediately regretted it, you'll understand my next moment. A group of six Shaka-tall, elegant beings-appeared at the top of a staircase. They looked down at me with an expression that was… bemused? Intimidated? Bored? Who can say.

Five of them departed, leaving one to approach. The lone ET walked down the steps with an air of purpose. I tried to muster up my most diplomatic "Greetings," but it came out sounding more like I was addressing royalty at a Renaissance Faire.

Next thing I knew, I was whisked through a round corridor that reminded me of those sci-fi airlocks in the movies. The end of the hallway opened into what I can only describe as their version of an operations center. Four or five Shaka were stationed at consoles, glancing at me briefly before returning to their work. One of them muttered something I couldn't understand, but the tone... let's just say it felt like they called me "Space Cadet." Lovely. Even intergalactic beings know how to roast me.

The scene shifted, and I found myself staring at Earth again, but this time it was different. Thick, glowing ropes of light seemed to dangle from the ship to the planet below, like luminous lifelines. As I stared, I noticed glowing spherical pods traveling down these ropes, heading toward Earth. The spheres looked about three feet in diameter and radiated a soft, pulsing light. They had a vibe of something aquatic, and my curiosity went into overdrive. Was this their version of Uber Eats? Were they delivering something important? Or... someone?

"What are those?" I asked. The Shaka beside me, who I now assumed was the designated “tour guide,” gestured toward the pods. They explained-telepathically, because why bother with words when you're telepathic?-that the pods were "blanks."

Blanks? Blanks for what? My brain immediately started spinning scenarios ranging from helpful scouts to apocalyptic spies. "Oh good," I thought to myself, "at least they're not vaporizing me. Yet."

The tour continued with a jaunt to what I can only describe as a holographic locker room. The Shaka workers were donning what looked like uniforms, though "universal onesies" might be more accurate. Nearby, a glowing green jelly substance seemed to be their food source. It felt oddly mundane-like I'd wandered into the cosmic equivalent of a staff break room. Before I could ask what flavor the jelly was, the scene shifted again.

This time, I was shown Earth's polar regions, specifically an image of a crystalline pyramid buried in snow. "Antarctica?" I asked. The answer, conveyed with an air of secrecy, was a nod. These pyramids, they explained, were vital to their work. "Work on what?" I pressed. Silence. Typical. I filed that nugget away for my inevitable late-night Googling session.

Then came the most exhilarating-and slightly terrifying-part of the trip: an underwater journey. The Shaka, ever thoughtful, provided me with a high-tech diving suit. This wasn't your standard snorkel gear; it looked like something James Cameron would design for a deep-sea odyssey. Before I knew it, I was plunging into an oceanic abyss, descending deeper than I'd ever imagined possible.

At the bottom of the trench, a massive dome emerged, embedded into the side of the underwater canyon. Inside the dome, the atmosphere was surprisingly breathable, though the environment felt charged with an energy I couldn't quite place. The walls were lined with books-yes, actual books. As I flipped through one, I realized the pages were filled with symbols that looked eerily familiar. One even resembled a Wi-Fi signal. Were they trying to tell me something about ancient Earth communication?

Shaka's voice broke through my musings, explaining that these texts were remnants of an ancient civilization-their ancestors, the Anunnaki. The symbols, they said, were part of a posthumous project, something akin to recovering lost knowledge after a seismic event. "Seismic" in this context seemed less about earthquakes and more about energy ruptures that spanned dimensions. Casual.

The tour's final leg was...

The tour's final leg was... peculiar. I was shown a room in this underground center where the beings are grown. I recalled part of this from our first meeting. At first, I panicked, thinking of every sci-fi horror movie I'd ever seen. But Shaka reassured me this was part of their efforts to create human-like beings to bridge the gap between our species. "Oh great," I quipped, reminding Shaka of my Tinder joke from our earlier meeting. "You're building the ultimate first-contact profile."

To my surprise, Shaka responded with humor-a mock chicken dance, elbows flapping and all. If I wasn't already a fan of these beings, that sealed the deal.

As my visit came to a close, Shaka led me back to the transport pod. "We'll see you soon," they conveyed. As I rocketed back to Earth, encased in what felt like a human-sized Xanax pill, I couldn't help but marvel at the absurdity and wonder of it all.

What are they waiting for? Why show me these things? I don't have all the answers yet, but one thing's for sure: the story isn't over. Stay tuned, friends. The fourth chapter is bound to be a wild ride.