Meeting 5. Golem Eyes
Meeting: 23rd January 2025
Published: 25th January 2025
Meeting: 23rd January 2025
Published: 25th January 2025
Hi, it's Suzan again. This meeting-the fifth trip-was one of the strangest experiences yet. I was standing at the entry to their spaceship, its tunnel stretching out before me. The Shaka-those mysterious beings I've come to know-stood on either side, their faces inscrutable but their presence somehow reassuring. They waved me forward, so I walked down the corridor, curious and a little uneasy.
I turned left, descending steps into a transparent tube that revealed a network of spiraling passageways.
I found myself in the control room again, but it was empty this time. The faint beeps and whirs of the control panels punctuated the silence. Off to the right, a corridor beckoned me. Unable to resist, I ventured down it for a sneaky look.
The hallway opened into a large chamber. In the center of the room was a transparent sphere on the floor, which suddenly split open, releasing a hissing gas. Out of the mist emerged a gurney holding a humanoid figure.
The being appeared to be clothed, its bulky form lying motionless as the gurney adjusted into an upright position.
My stomach knotted. Something about the whole setup felt off-and then, without warning, dozens of Shaka stepped out from behind the room's pillars, their silent presence making it clear they'd been watching me all along
The being on the gurney looked... off. Its eyes-animal-like, almost feline-stared blankly ahead. Was it hibernating? Unconscious? I couldn't tell. Steam hissed from various points around the room, adding to the eeriness. There was a pool of liquid nearby, and I guessed it might have something to do with preserving this strange figure
The Shaka's lab crew bustled about, their focus on the being. One of them, who I instinctively nicknamed the 'Harbor Master Lab Shaka,' seemed to be leafing through a massive book. The way they moved, the energy in the room-it all gave me the impression that this being was a significant enigma to them.
Just then, my Crown Shaka-elegant as always, with that aura of command-appeared beside me. Shaka gestured toward the being.
"It's a harboring nuisance, a domineering matrix," Shaka said, her tone edged with disdain. "Nuisance creature. This creature is an abomination."
I didn't know what to make of that. The word 'abomination' carried so much weight. Why show me this? Was there a point to this unsettling display?
Crown Shaka continued, "It's a great topic of discussion. It's likened to a salamander, adapting to a delicate environment. This is delicate work. A prototype. An elemental."
I studied the being closer. It seemed unfinished. Stitched together, even. Was it alive? Dead? Or something in between?
What's this being for, Shaka? I asked, my voice tinged with apprehension.
"It's for harboring. Incursion. It's an intrusion expert, for infiltration," Shaka replied, her words heavy with meaning.
I hesitated. Is it one of yours?
"No," Shaka said curtly. "It's elemental and detrimental to basic life forms. A prototype. One of a million."
Her words chilled me. A million of these soulless, empty beings?
Is there anything I can do, Shaka? I asked, unsure of what I could possibly offer in the face of such unsettling revelations.
"Momentum. Be watchful, be organic, and have realization," Shaka said, her voice softening slightly.
"These are the paths to understanding spiritual awareness. It's the key to unlocking your potential. You are oblivion."
Oblivion? The word echoed in my mind. Was Shaka calling me oblivious or hinting at something deeper? I didn't have time to dwell on it.
Crown Shaka led me down another corridor, stopping before what seemed to be a viewing platform.
Through the transparent walls, I saw their crafts hovering around Earth. "We're keeping a watchful eye,"
Shaka explained. "These abominables are designed for corruption and chaos. Hard to spot. Emotionless and warmongering. They are the depths of depravity, bent on Armageddon."
Shaka continued, referencing human history. "It's reminiscent of Achilles or the Battle of Carthage, where ancient beings fought to the last."
"The solution, from the mothership we propagate. The solution will adhere. We will get the slimies," Shaka said with a hardened tone, using slang to emphasize her point.
I tried to lighten the mood with a joke. Do you guys have a dental plan? Because I'm going to need one if I'm recruited for this universal war.
Shaka didn't laugh, but I thought I saw a flicker of amusement in her expression.
Suddenly, a VR image flooded my vision. A female figure appeared, her body covered in scales.
Shaka's voice narrated: "They don't like us. They hide. She's a master, hidden underground, laying eggs."
The image shifted, revealing sticky, web-covered cocoons. I watched as these creatures moved like crocodiles, their scaled forms slithering through murky waters. The visuals were horrifying, yet I couldn't look away.
Shaka: "They can wear another skin that looks human. They are skiving, conniving, scheming."
There's lots of water around. Something there, maybe they are in some water. The VR stops.
Shaka: "They are the ones that make these empty soul golem beings to do their bidding."
Shaka took my hand, guiding me to another platform. A new VR presentation began, showing a lush forest.
"Look at this," Shaka said, gesturing toward the greenery. "It's your planet Earth."
The scene shifted. A massive spaceship hovered over the forest, shooting beams that reduced the vibrant landscape to a barren wasteland. "A progenitor," Shaka explained. "They're making a place to live and grow."
The despair in her voice was unmistakable.
As Shaka continued, Shaka explained that their crafts scanned Earth from above, searching for these beings.
"We're looking, scanning for them from our spaceships. They dart and dance all over the place on Earth. The travelers."
Shaka added with a playful note, "We have 'homies' on the ground," her use of slang making me smile despite the seriousness of the conversation.
"They are infiltrators, causing harm in the big cities, in the alleys."
"These robots leave a trail, green stuff that they leave behind. Our agents track them in the night," Shaka said.
I imagined what these agents must look like. Shaka's are good. With hats on, dark coats and hats, Shaka quipped, with a warm smile.
I chuckled at the mental image. Shaka clearly knew how to lighten a heavy moment.
Then, Shaka shifted the conversation to something even more profound.
"There is something in the tectonics. Compression and hydraulics. The tunnels go deep into the crust, tapping into the magma for energy."
Shaka described surface structures-domes made of concrete and stone, with inscriptions resembling scarabs or spiders.
"These are the perpetrator's places. Grey and white concrete structures. Be wary of them. They hide what they do underground," Shaka warned.
Shaka gestured toward a monument in the VR display. "Symbolism. Anonymity. The home of the Underlords, the landlords. These are testing times. A race of technology-atoms, liquid, and bacteria."
Her words painted a picture of a hidden, dangerous world beneath our feet. I felt both awe and trepidation at the scale of what Shaka was revealing.
Shaka turned back to the massive book from earlier. "Jewish or Hebrew," Shaka muttered, referencing its origins.
The book looked ancient, its thick, sturdy bindings barely containing the pages within.
"This book has relevance. It contains symbolism, formulas, solutions," Shaka explained, flipping through its pages.
"We call it 'Seeing the Blind.' The picture of the stolen nest."
What does that mean? I asked, confused.
"A book reference," Shaka replied cryptically. "The weary warrior. It contains parts-maths, formulas. Chemical solutions."
Shaka paused, seeming to weigh her words. "It's the way the motion is sorted. That is the saying."
The message was cryptic, but I had no doubt it would be unraveled in time.
Shaka guided me to another room, where a glowing red crystal was encased in glass. Its light pulsed gently, radiating a strange energy.
"This is a representation of the times long gone past," Shaka said. Behind the crystal was a symbol-an open flower, rendered in red velvet.
"Stay home from the detonation," Shaka warned. "The home of the tribes. It's where we will sustain the ordeal."
Her voice softened as Shaka added, "Faith. Faith will prevail. It has come to our attention-the everlasting nature."
I stared at the crystal, feeling its significance even if I didn't fully understand it.
"We lie beneath," Shaka concluded. "It is shameful in our nature if we fail. But faith... faith will see us through."
Her words lingered in my mind, a reminder of the strange yet profound truths these encounters revealed.
As our time together drew to a close, Shaka handed me a small object-a necklace or brooch.
"A symbol of friendship," Shaka said.
"The necklace of the dawn. It represents kindness and the desire to strive for the best."
But before this moment, Shaka had paused, her usually confident demeanor faltering.
"I am ashamed," Shaka admitted, Shaka's voice tinged with sorrow. "Not worthy, not feeling worthy and up to the task. But I have been given the great honor."
Tears welled in my eyes as I accepted her gift. "Thank you, Shaka. I'll be back soon if you'll have me."
Shaka bowed, her arms extended in a warm acknowledgment. I smiled through my tears, filled with gratitude and awe.
This journey-as strange and unsettling as it was-had left an indelible mark on my soul.
And so, I returned home. Laundry time, again. But something told me my life would never be the same.