― May Sarton
Ancient Aliens?
I was with Elise at the restaurant, sipping wine and feeling mellow. It would have been so easy to have stayed in that state forever, gazing at her beauty, luxuriating in the moment, disappearing into her life without a trace of regret or sorrow...
But I didn't.
I couldn't bury my head in the sand and ignore such a high calling. Not everyone gets the chance to leave his mark on history and to me, the logic was simple and inescapable. A difference, in order to be a difference, had to make a difference.
It was easy as living or dying. It was so straightforward a choice, I could spit.
It was Deuteronomy in all its stark simplicity: I call heaven and earth to witness against you this day, that I have set before you life and death, the blessing and the curse: therefore choose life.
But as I said, I didn't. Anyone else in my position would have opted for the beautiful woman and plunged into the Lethe of forgetfulness enjoying the good life.
I opted to confront the powers that be and pursue the truth regardless of where it took me or what it cost me.
It was absurd and patently stupid, but typical of my simple morality.
I could tiptoe around the hole in the floor or plunge headlong in just to see where it goes. It could be an adventure or turn into a face plant six feet under.
No one but me would be reckless enough to take that bet...but hey, these things I do. Did I mention, I'm a survivor? Yeah, well here's hoping...
We drove back to my house and the den, now bathed in the eerie light of the artifact sitting on my coffee table.
I'm naturally fetishistic and having the alien object on full display seemed to create just the right mood and atmosphere. I also lit a fire as a gesture to our primitive origins, when we placated the gods or hid from their wrath in underground caverns.
Mind you, I could see why primitive man would be awed by such phenomena as ball lightning passing through walls or a plasma discharge in the heavens.
All over the world cave art depicted Squatterman which they represented as a crude human form. After all, we were made in the gods' image and likeness.
And all he while, the artifact hummed softly, bathed in a blue aura reminiscent of luminous plasma or St. Elmo's Fire.
Opening Maine Blair's file should have been accompanied by lighting and a thunder roll akin to the Book of Revelations for I broke the taboo seal and unrolled the mythic scroll as a rainbow glowed round the throne like an emerald.
But the contents of the file were truly earth-shattering.
Blair provided evidence that earth had been visited by ancient aliens and the proof had long been suppressed by archeologists at the behest of world governments. He cited countless examples that had been buried in the depths of the Vatican archives and the persecution of those who dared to promote the heresy that we are not alone in the universe.
There hadn't simply been recoveries of crashed alien craft but contact with these beings and possession of technology that would have ended our dependance on consuming our planets precious natural resources.
The aliens wanted us to preserve the environment and forsake our dangerous pursuit of nuclear energy but we refused and suppressed the truth continuing the rape of our resources and the exploitation of mass of humanity, all for the profit of the energy cartels and the complicit world governments.
Hellyer and Blair were right―there were several alien species who offered us the technology for clean and free energy.
"What are you going to do with this information?" Elise asked, a panicked look on her face.
"I had no idea it would be this extensive and documented. I thought it would be mostly conjecture. I'm not sure what to do frankly. If I just released it, it would cause a catastrophic effect on society."
"Do you realize just possessing these documents puts both our lives in jeopardy?"
I stared at her in silence. I had no answer―I suppose I was shocked and overwhelmed at the enormity of the problem.
"I think we have to take some time to process this information and decide how to proceed. This is greater than both of us and the implications will affect humanity for entire foreseeable future."
Elise frowned and bit her lip. "The problem is how do we secure these documents? They've just been sitting here in your den. Obviously, we either have to rent a safe deposit box or surrender these to the authorities―in other words, Abigail Kinsley and the RCMP."
"If we surrender the documents we'll lose control of them and the government may continue to suppress them. The only way I'd involve Abigail would be if she were willing to disclose the truth in a press conference and we retained the original copies until the full impact of the disclosure passes and things settle down a bit."
But even having said that, I very much doubted Abigail herself would have the final say about the fate of the evidence.
It was an almost insoluble conundrum.