Our twisted counter-intervention evolution
“Civilizations die from suicide, not by murder.”
Arnold Joseph Toynbee
Date: Wednesday, February 22, 2017In-flight Time: 7 hours and 17 minutes into a journey of 9 hours and 55 minutes
Location: In-flight Sydney Australia to Honolulu USA
‘They called themselves the “Army of Jesus”. That was my epiphanomic moment.’
‘Is that even a word?’ asked Julius. ‘I mean, I get your meaning, but I think you made that up. Epiphanomic.’
‘If it isn’t a word, it should be,’ insisted Evan.
Evan smiled. It’d been a difficult task the retelling of that harrowing episode of his life. He knew Julius was only trying to help him through it, and he was grateful for that. It was one of those good moments you share with someone sometimes quite unexpectedly.
‘Anyway, that was the day I lost my faith,’ said Evan. ‘Not just my religious faith, I lost faith in the alien counter-intervention, and I lost all hope for mankind for many years.’
‘I can’t say that I recall the events you described in Rwanda,’ said Julius. ‘However, I was only 21 at the time and international news wasn’t high on my list of priorities.’
‘We live in a mostly Christian society. Our media doesn’t risk alienating their audience by over-playing unpalatable news to their mostly Christian viewers. Murderous Christian butchers performing religious genocide and hacking Muslim women and children to death wasn’t good for ratings and so it was substantially buried,’ said Evan with a vicious tongue. ‘I was ashamed to be Christian and human, so pathetic was the response from the United Nations. I resigned immediately.’
‘It must’ve been horrific,’ said Julius genuinely. ‘Did you ever return to bring the killers to justice?’
Evan didn’t answer at first. He was still highly emotional.
‘I came to the conclusion Julius, that if the alien counter-intervention was religion, and it was meant to help us to survive Armageddon, it, and we, are going to fail,’ said Evan. ‘Looking back to the encounter of 1947, I now believe I may have sensed those exact feelings from the alien. There was no point in returning. More than three quarters of a million innocent people, mostly women and children, were cruelly butchered. It was sanctioned not only by the government, but also by the church.’
‘From what you’ve told me,’ said Julius. ‘I think we can assume that religion is at the very least, an integral part of the alien strategy. But is the alien strategy so badly off the rails that it can’t succeed?’
‘Think about it Julius. Are we becoming a more moral world as time moves forward? I have quite a few years on you. The changes in peoples’ nature from when I was young compared to today seem very stark.’
‘It was relatively safe for a child to walk around Roswell alone back in the ‘30s. We cared for our family, our friends and our neighbors. We watched out for each other. The church was the binding force of a mostly strong, moral and supportive community. Sunday services were just as much about your responsibility to your community, as it was about worship to your God.
‘Most people attended church. Those that didn’t weren’t ostracized, they were still welcome members of a strong, united community. The church’s binding influence included almost everyone.
‘If you see someone homeless on the street today, you shun them. You lock your doors and hope they go away. Despite the massive growth in our population, we’ve never been more alone. We don’t know our neighbors, and we don’t care.
‘Today, you’re less likely to believe in God, and far less likely again to attend church. The positive influence of the church to create a sense of binding community is declining. I believe that humanity gradually moved in the right direction for centuries, substantially due to the efforts of the church and religion. That positive direction is no longer evident, in fact it’s now reversed.
‘I do realize that religion has caused many problems throughout history, but we were at least headed in the right direction up until the period of my childhood years. Now the church has substantially lost the influence it had, the influence it is meant to have had.
‘Today, many consider the church and religion to be the problem. Pedophile priests, corruption, murders and genocide in the name of God, religious scams for financial gain, slimy preachers on the television trying to part you from your money, outrageous claims from new religions trying to control your lives for profit. Much, not all, of today’s religion has become perverted and twisted.
‘You tell me Julius, does the church or religion play a significant role in your life?’
‘Are you strongly connected to your family and the community you live in? Do you watch over your neighbor, help those in need around you?’
‘No. In fact, I frequently feel very isolated and alone,’ said Julius understanding exactly the point Evan was making. ‘You know something, I barely know the name of a single person in my building, or my neighborhood. I live alone in a four-bedroom penthouse while the homeless freeze in the streets below. Right at this very moment, I have food rotting in my refrigerator while children go hungry in my immediate neighborhood. I’ve been disconnected from my local community completely.’
‘You’re rich and famous Julius, and most people would consider you to be very successful. Yet you’re failing to secure the most basic of your needs . . . a sense of belonging. Without the positive influence that the church and religion are meant to provide for humanity, we become very different creatures. Many of us become private and immoral creatures. It could be argued Julius, that you lead a very selfish, private and immoral existence.’
‘I see your point.’
It occurred to Julius that there was only one single person in his life that he really cared for . . . Mel. Would she still be there if he didn’t pay her an outrageously exorbitant salary? The only person truly important in his life was paid to be there. If he had felt depressed about being alone before this journey began, it was nothing compared to the bleakness he now felt.
Julius took a moment for himself. He made a resolution. He would change from this moment in time forward. He’d be a different man. That done, Julius forced himself to continue in order that he might try to forget his private pain.
‘When we first started talking Evan, you spoke very highly of the aliens?’ It wasn’t a statement, but a question that Julius posed. ‘Why is it that only now you seem to have done a complete about face on the subject?’
‘You’re absolutely right.’
Evan once again took his time to choose his words very carefully.
‘I believed it was important that you understand the journey that I’ve undertaken over a lifetime, a journey that brings us here together now. Your journey can’t simply mirror my own. Your journey Julius, is to continue on from where mine has finished.’
Evan could not have expressed his position more clearly.
‘Since the 1950s, I’ve strongly suspected that the alien counter-intervention was religion, or as you commented, at least an integral part of the counter-intervention. You came to the same conclusion yourself without my influencing your thinking. I now have absolutely no doubt that we’re both at least substantially correct. Would you agree?’
Julius took a moment. ‘Yes.’
‘Religion is failing to create the outcomes you’d expect or hope for. Just like a donor organ that isn’t quite right for your body, we’re gradually rejecting it.’
‘I believe that the aliens must have hoped that we fully embraced the wisdom of the Bible and other religious teachings. They hoped we might adopt their wisdom and create a truly moral and just society. The lessons of evolution that we’ve missed must be somehow contained within the greater basket of religious offerings. I think we kicked that basket over. The alien counter-intervention will fail. That is why we should never have trusted them,’ said Evan.
There was a short period of silence between them. It was now clear to Julius exactly what it was that Evan had been feeling for so many years . . . a sense of hopelessness and frustration. Left alone with the burden of this knowledge for more than half a century, he at least had his faith to turn to at first. Events in his life and Rwanda robbed him of that faith, and in turn exposed his fears of what lay ahead for mankind . . . oblivion.
‘You have to tell the world!’ said Julius finally, fully realizing Evan’s frustrations.
‘There’s one thing that the aliens communicated to me that I still believe absolutely,’ said Evan. ‘It’s that if the world were to know of alien existence, it would become an insurmountable impedance to any attempts to successfully implement their proven solution and survive the Armageddon event. Also, there are unintended consequences that come from this knowledge; consequences that I’ve come to realize that I might tell you about another time.’
‘What’s to stop me from telling the world?’ asked Julius.
‘Who’d believe you? What proof do you have?’
‘The crash sites?’ said Julius. ‘There must be fragments left behind after the clean up?’
‘Terry and I went back to both crash sites in order to inspect the clean ups. The first crash site had very little debris to clean up in the first place. The crew assigned to the task were instructed to be meticulous. Also, so intense had been the weather phenomenon created by the aliens, we had enormous trouble even figuring out where the crash sites had been. You could never find those sites without my help. Even if I was tempted to tell the world Julius, there’s not a single piece of physical evidence left remaining. Nothing! Who’d believe me?’ said Evan. ‘They certainly won’t believe you.’
‘So basically,’ said Julius with total frustration. ‘In order for me to believe your story, you’re saying that I need to have faith?’
Religion engineered by advanced alien species
‘What do I do with this information now that I have it? What exactly is it that you’re expecting from me Evan?’
‘That’s a tough question to answer Julius. I honestly don’t have a satisfactory answer to give you.’
‘Seriously, how long have we got until everything falls apart? Your best guess.’
‘I really don’t have a clue,’ said Evan honestly. ‘You’re much more likely to answer that question than me. What do you think you’ll do with the information?’
Julius didn’t answer for some time. Evan was trying to enlist him to the cause here, so Julius considered his next words carefully before speaking them.
‘Evan,’ said Julius eventually, reluctantly conceding obligation. ‘I will find the truth.’
‘You still doubt my word Julius,’ said Evan misunderstanding Julius’s comment.
‘You misunderstand, I tend to believe you,’ said Julius. ‘It’s simple enough to check up on your service record, family history and the characters in your story. I expect to find my research there fully consistent with what you’ve told me. No, that isn’t what I meant. I believe it’s possible to determine what Armageddon is, what technology brings it about, where the solution is hidden, and what the solution is.’
‘I wish you luck!’ Evan had doubts, obviously.
‘Do you truly believe what the aliens told you? Did they really leave the solution to Armageddon here on Earth for us to find?’
‘I believe they did,’ said Evan. ‘The thing about the alien telepathic communication is that deception is easily detected. They can’t lie or deceive without revealing themselves. Much of the alien communication involved some deception, but not on that subject. The impression I got was that we could not possibly hope to understand if we probed further on the subject.
‘The alien communicated very clearly and emphatically on two specific subjects . . . That their existence must not be known of at the time of Armageddon, and that they had left the solution on Earth for us to find when we need it.’
‘“When we need it”?’ queried Julius. ‘You mentioned that before.’
‘Yes,’ said Evan. ‘Precisely when we need it.’
‘If the solution were found before we need it, then it would reveal the existence of aliens,’ said Julius thinking aloud now. He paused a long moment to think.
‘I believe they’ve left us a very strong clue,’ he said eventually.
Religion to counter the influence of past alien contact
It was clear that Evan’s condition was deteriorating. He now had his first-class seat fully reclined, laying on his right side awkwardly and was clearly having trouble breathing.
‘I’m calling a flight attendant,’ said Julius. ‘You need medical attention.’
‘There’s nothing that anyone can do Julius. Nothing. Except maybe you can order me another drink.’
‘Is that wise?’
‘It loosens the grip they have over me,’ said Evan. ‘Another drink please, urgently.’
Julius ordered two more scotches. He was not intending to drink; they would both be for Evan.
Evan gulped down the first scotch, and without even asking, did the same to the second. It had the desired effect. Evan’s seat was upright again, color had returned to his cheeks, and he was smiling.
‘Let’s proceed, shall we?’ said a renewed Evan.
Evan certainly was a charmer. Reluctantly, Julius agreed to proceed.
‘Where did religion go wrong do you think? What were their mistakes?’ asked Julius.
‘Their strategy isn’t floored Julius, I don’t think, it was their assessment of us that was floored. The fear I detected in the alien’s thoughts. The alien delved deep within my mind to reveal my innermost motivations and instincts. The alien feared what was within me, what I was capable of. If they had truly known us at the time of the counter-intervention being implemented, they would’ve realized that it was always doomed to fail.’
‘I disagree,’ said Julius. ‘If we’d exhibited the characteristics that the alien feared before they left the Earth 2,000 years ago, they would’ve known about them. How could they not? Telepathy would’ve revealed everything to them.’
‘That’s true,’ conceded Evan thoughtfully.
‘We’ve changed since the time of Christ,’ said Julius. ‘Clearly, we’ve changed quite considerably.’
‘Can we really be such different creatures in such a relatively short period of our evolution?’ asked Evan.
‘No, under normal circumstances I’d imagine such comprehensive change to be unlikely. However, with the influence of the alien counter-intervention strategy, there can be no denying it, this is what we’ve become. Their strategy is floored Evan. It has failed us, and it has changed us, creating a perverted monster made possible by a twisted evolutionary path and massive irresponsible intervention into our development that should never have happened.’
Evan suddenly began to look very unwell again.
‘You may be on the right path Julius.’
‘They knew it was wrong to intervene in our development. Rather than stop, they’ve made the problem potentially much worse. This is what the alien needed to return to report. It wasn’t the fact that mankind was well advanced of their expectations. No. That would be evident whether the alien had lived or not. It was their telepathic interaction with you Evan, while you slept next to them. They saw what they’d created and they knew that the others must be warned!’
Evan groaned in immense pain. Julius decided to pursue the conversation just a little longer, then he would insist that Evan rest. He ordered two more scotches and waited for them to arrive. Evan hastily downed both.
‘You demonstrated good insight into the aliens’ counter-intervention,’ said Julius. ‘Do you have any similar insight as to where they might have hidden this solution so conveniently left behind?’
Evan struggled to sit upright and face Julius. The scotches weren’t having the same effect any more. Evan’s face had grown pale and frail, it was if he’d aged 20 years right in front of Julius. Still, Evan wouldn’t be beaten. He took his time, but he was determined that his words wouldn’t be stopped by the alien subliminal implant, whatever it was.
‘Over the years, I’ve had many ideas. I’ve investigated them as best as I could. I’ve ruled out the Sanchos ranch pretty much. I’ve flown over it, photographed it, surveyed it, tested its soils and streams . . . nothing. I even went back to the Sanchos home and dug up the area where we unloaded the truck to see if I could find traces of radiation or debris.
‘I’ve searched ancient ruins, studied artifacts, and spoken to hundreds of alien enthusiasts. There are literally thousands of theories out there about messages from aliens, and I’ve checked most of the more credible ones. Nothing ever pans out though,’ said Evan.
‘What about Armageddon? Do you have any thoughts about what it might be?’
‘Too many Julius. I’m overwhelmed with possibilities. In my mind, I’ve destroyed the Earth many thousands of times over,’ said Evan. ‘It never leaves my thoughts. Even 70 years later, my days are filled with thoughts of “end of world” scenarios and alien messages.’
The Qantas first class cabin was very dark and quiet. Most of the passengers were asleep or resting. A wave of tiredness swept over Evan. He clearly needed more sleep badly. It was as if a great weight had been placed on his shoulders.
Julius reached over and put Evan’s seat in a reclined position and turned off the overhead light. He stood up and removed a pillow from the overhead locker and gently placed it under Evan’s head. Even as he did so, Evan had fallen into a deep slumber. Julius would leave him to rest now, for as long as he needed rest.
The passengers seated behind them weren’t asleep, although they lay back with their eyes closed as if pretending to. Julius suspected his conversation with Evan had made it difficult for them to sleep. He was almost right.
Julius would never be able to sleep on a plane. Especially now! Adrenalin pulsed through his veins as the enormity of what he was now involved in dawned on him. Finally, a chance to be alone with his thoughts. He reclined his seat, determined to use this time productively.
The solution to Armageddon left by the aliens was in plain view and Julius was determined to find it before Evan woke. Evan’s reaction meant that he was on the right path, he was certain of that. He was very close indeed.