Meeting 6. The Gratuitous Call
Meeting: 29th January 2025
Published: 1st February 2025
Meeting: 29th January 2025
Published: 1st February 2025
It's trip six, and I'm shooting up through the clouds again. It's cold. The tubes spiral around me like some kind of futuristic hamster maze, guiding me through a sky that's way too busy for comfort.
Activity everywhere-movements, pulses, shifts. The air feels electric.
I'm approaching a massive ship. The bottom opens up, and just like that, I'm inside the mothership, high above Earth.
The floor is super luminous this time-like someone cranked the glow up to eleven. I hop out of my seat and step forward.
"Can I speak to my ET, please?"
Instead of my usual reception, I get thrown into some kind of interactive hologram. Alright, let's see where this goes.
A woman appears, descending a grand staircase-think Titanic ship levels of grandeur. She's moving towards me with an air of elegance, except... she's giving off serious 'I'm better than you' vibes.
I greet her. She doesn't respond. Instead, she turns her back to me and struts off. Okay, lady. Rude much?
I follow her up the stairs. She's rummaging through a box now. The whole thing feels like we're standing at the entrance to some master suite. Her fancy high heels click against the floor as she digs through whatever she's looking for.
She finally pulls out a cigarette holder-a long, elegant one. That's it? That's what this whole act was about? What a waste of time. I dub her Miss Arrogant.
She saunters down a hallway leading to a lounge-big sofas, cigars and cigarettes laid out on the table, an extravagant painting on the wall. Definitely giving upper-crust, Titanic-era luxury.
There's a door at the far end. Guarded.
The woman still exudes elegance but also reeks of entitlement. A real stuck-up bitch, if we're being honest.
I don't know what game I'm supposed to be playing, but I roll with it.
Then, a voice cuts through the air.
"It's a show. Just watch and listen."
The hologram shifts. One half now shows a ballroom scene-aristocrats gliding across the floor, high society in all its hypnotic, self-important glory.
The narration kicks in. "We are in charge. This homogeneous aristocratic society." I hear it coming from these people.
The holograms narrator's voice says. "They are the jewels, pompous, liars and besotted." I hear from the background, It's my Shaka clarifying to me "The Roman Empire is but dust In the wind. The Roman Empire is like what this is you see, in more current times. High society. In their own world. Their Future is coming to an end."
"They are discussing the abrupt nature of society coming to an end." Shaka says.
"Because these are the vultures. You must be independent."
"It's a sign of independence to be away from these factions. Breaking away from the 'want to'-'have to.' The featurettes."
The scene zooms in on them discussing lifeboats. Who gets in first? Who gets left behind? Their inflated egos make them believe they should survive over everyone else.
Yeah, I see where this is going. The big event. The downfall of the privileged few who think they run the world.
Then, Miss Arrogant suddenly turns to me-face twisted, teeth bared, growling like some unhinged banshee.
Okay, I'll admit it-I flinched. This hologram is too damn real.
"Apologies," I say, mostly to defuse whatever weird aggression she's throwing at me. "Didn't mean to offend."
Internally, I'm thinking, I should slap this righteous bitch back to whatever Shaka programmed her. But I keep my cool. Barely.
Then comes the narration. A cryptic monologue fills the air, and I stifle a laugh. I know this game.
Shaka is speaking to me through all of this. That much is clear. So I pay attention.
"A Titanic ship. Abduction. Abduction of the tiniest nature. Leave your loan on the floating iceberg. In the age of discovery, signing of independence is the time to turn. The electrified nature of the discovery is part of nature."
"When departing from the instance of nature, independence is needed."
"All the starships are out there, waiting throughout. Waiting. Moving in slow unison."
"About this high society control, they are the vaccination pushing into the realm of instantaneous shoveling, bursting, lowering population, in the vortex. They say they are wise-the wise sages. They know about this, but they just talk you into anything. It's the vacuum of nature. You must discover independence by design."
"We are level-headed and evacuating. Sublime. They are treacherous, pretentious-the substance."
"We evaluate. We are gratuitous. It's in our nature. We wish for your solidarity. A token of our appreciation is a system of sustained robustness. We are monitoring. It's the gratuitous nature of us."
"We are monitoring the ugly alleys, the whispering. The loneliness. You feel very lonely."
"We wish for you the substance of life and giving. Be wishful, for it is coming. It is a traveler's dream to come with us. Discover the stars. Be peaceful. Cleanse yourself."
"You are rubber-headed and stubborn. It is your nature. In the evolution of the white dog, you will scrub the dying longevity of sleeping, and you will marvel. You will be washed. You are an incredible being."
"You must discover what's underneath your skin and realize the equivalence of your being. Equivalent-to be equivalent to others. Muster kindness and be aware in the vacuum. Be the wise evolution and muster."
"It's above nature to describe. The watchful tower. The evolution. We are all here with love and energy and description. Powered lifeforms and luminous structures. With the cavity of life, technology, and independence."
Shaka emphasizes, "I have been oblivion. I have stardust. I am an inclusion. Suffering is the enemy when you are blind. To oversee the discovery-if you are interested, come with us."
"Be blind. Don't be blind. Some will come. Some won't. That is the nature of it. We love you all. Blind seeking the blind. It's funny. I wish you all the pleasure or displeasure of seeking the path of righteousness. Be at peace. Calm your mind. Revolve around the institution of love. Pick your pieces, be your mind, be of spiritual calmness. It's within the divine nature to squeeze, to hold, to love."
"But the blind sight is the discrepancy of evil."
"Independence. We are many." Shaka continues.
"We have come to congratulate you. From the distance. See us. Be aware of us. The repetitive nature of star-seeking. You are the blue planet. Evolution's necessity. Do not be discouraged."
"The firm word. The almighty. Be tidy. Be wholesome. I'm like you. I'm a tiny bubble, of many bubbles. We share. This is the peaceful nature."
"It's a millennia of teachable devices. Just scratching the surface of technology. An international alliance is the pool dream. Once you enter, you will be full. You will be blind to the discovery of intricacies and seek the red nature, the green, the blues, and the wide array of all that existence offers."
"We have places on Earth. Beach places. Sandy places. Some towers creating an array, a network. Beacons. Lighthouses. You will come. We will shine the light on you. Be the calling when it comes."
"An international agreement, an alliance, is heralding you. On the plains of society. Reach out, and you will be absolved. These are the tenets, the words of wisdom. The spells."
"Discussion among your peers. Be fruitful, wise, and hopeful. Be not scared or troubled. Openness sees you through-and spirituality. Need not take your religion, but take the path. Religion is fine."
The scene shifts. Now I'm looking at an old archway leading into a rose garden. It's beautiful.
"The gateway. It is a token of appreciation. Warmth and kind regard are coming your way. Your features and dreams come true. Peace and evolution. Whitewash the discord. Feel the power. Believe the system."
Miss Arrogant stands up, but now she looks... softer. Less of a condescending ass, more of a neutral presence. The shift in her demeanor tells me the hologram has run its course-it played its role, delivered its message. Whatever the lesson was, I must have finally 'gotten' it.
I get it now. This wasn't just a weird show-it was a lesson. A setup to prepare me for whatever comes next. Shaka made sure I absorbed it in their own theatrical way.
"We are watching. We are coming. The distant nature of the wise."
I can see a big opening in the bottom of the ship now. A Square-Rectangular opening downwards I can feel fresh air coming up.
"Be virtuous." Shaka points to Earth below.
"Look at this beautiful planet. Harmful and discouraged. Be the peace. You may choose not to come, but you will always be part of us. You are the seeds of nature, the consciousness, the awareness of the universe."
"To discover the catchment, the purpose, the wise nature of the entity and pieces of nature. You feel discouraged and separate. But beneath it all, we are the same."
"You are wise. Do not think, or tinker. Do not think you are beneath yourselves. We are the alliance. We do not force. We do not breach. We come in peace. Millennia of work."
"Do not be discouraged and ventless. Be adventurous and relentless."
"We traveled the stars for sisters. Breach nature, and spread the word. Grow the silence of the beating drum."
"The whisper of silence. This chord is above us by design and empathy. To rush the silence causes damage. If the silence stops, it is the end. Then nothingness is treachery by design. That's what this is."
"We will discover and be here soon. The wise only seek to enlighten. This is our motto. Seeking and bestowing. We are not interfering with your gods. We are just friends from another space, another place. Seeking a meet. Seeking an alliance under the stars and the sun."
"The wrath of the Titans has sustained your treachery. But that is the old. The stale. The disgust. The church. Fill the bucket of time with discovery. Want for more. More of the best, and you will be bestowed."
Thank you I whisper, I'm not sure why I said that.
Now I'm back in the control room and whisked away to the round area I arrived at with the luminous floor. There are a couple of green Shaka's around. They're very busy.
Is there more to this Shaka? One more for this trip.
Shaka responds in that cryptic, you'll-figure-it-out-later way of theirs.
"Symbolic restructure. These are the symbols. Take them home with you. Spread the word." Shaka conveys.
I sigh. Alright, Shaka. Thanks.
They usher me to my seat, signaling it's time to go.
I wave, still shaking from the experience. Shaka raises a hand in farewell.
Just as I'm about to leave, I notice the robe Shaka is wearing-kind of like a monk's robe.
Makes sense, I guess. Important message, important attire. I certainly wouldn't show up to something like this in my onesie.
And just like that, I'm strapped in and heading back home.