The Story of the Stranded Extraterrestrial 4: Astral Projection.

( My wife stirred on the bed, diverting my attention from the story I was reading. She opened her eyes and said sleepily, ‘Still reading’. It was not a question but I answered in the affirmative. She turned and looked at the wall clock. ‘It’s late’, she whispered, ‘if you get carried away by Shoram’s story, you’ll miss tonight’s sleep. You can continue reading tomorrow’.
‘Not now. I’ll put it down in an hour’. I answered.
‘Please yourself’, she said and went back to sleep again with feline elegance.

I opened the next page and was surprised. My wife had transliterated a paragraph from the original Alien language referred to as Cosmolingo. Well, she had said it before. Some words might not have equivalents in English and would have to be transliterated. What I saw read something like this:
‘ lagfa ligun kihila z’rrtasun
lista nestrata bihila h’rrfasun
buklu sulmu parka s’rrrshasun
gadka bahashnak nahrr’rasun…’

Instantly I found myself floating skyward through a tunnel of light with a marvelous speed and before I knew it I was hovering above Planet Hana. That was when I understood what had happened.

All along, Shoram did not describe his hometown, the City of Han on the Planet Hana in detail. Now I found out why. The planet is simply impossible to describe in words. That was why he used a chant that could trigger astral projection so that the reader can see the planet and city for himself.
The city itself spans about fifteen percent of the entire planet. It is on a very large continent of lush, green vegetation. There is just one continent and several islands all surrounded by a very vast ocean.
The sight here is sharper and everything comes alive in vivid colours, thanks to the three suns above.
The city is a magnificent work blending architecture with art. All the buildings were glittering like precious stones. Skyscrapers and dome structures were arranged in an alignment I can never explain. Mere seeing the design sent waves of energy surging through my ethereal body suspended mid-air in the midst of a traffic of flying cars. There were smaller cities in all parts of the continent and islands.
There were areas with suspended buildings, having no foundation on the ground. There were also those built on a ground-foundation but it seems all such buildings had one common ground-foundation so that with the the power of anti-gravity, the city could suspend itself mid-air in the event of a strong earthquake.
I saw several idle spacecraft on their tarmacs and scout ships flying around in a delightful pattern. There were also ordinary cars, luxurious ones and even battered ones moving on heavenly streets and highways on the ground.
People were at work, children were in school, just like it was on our Earth.
However it was the people of Hana that really captured my interest. They looked very human. They were tall, average 6 feet 5 inches for males and 5 feet 7 inches for females. Like on earth, they were of diverse colours, red, yellow, pink, dark-brown and even green but they looked very human, that is, until I saw one man ‘transform.’ He was having an argument with another man and it seems he lost his temper, then suddenly his smooth dark-brown body turned to a scaly one, almost tearing his multi-coloured robe to pieces, a style in which most of them were attired.. A team of policemen had to intervene to calm him. When his temper subsided the scales disappeared…

I woke up with a start and realised it was already morning. I had slept off during the astral journey and could not remember how I returned, but I remember everything I saw. The papers had fallen on the floor by the side of the bed. I picked them up and kept them aside for the next round of reading later in the day).

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The Story of the Stranded Extraterrestrial 3. “Nasima Has Gone Home”.

I went down the bunker in our home while my father drove in his flying car to attend the Security Committee Meeting with the Chancellor of the Planet, His Majesty Tofa Lastin, who was also billed to address the Senate within the next three hours.

Just before I entered my cabin, a domestic robot approached me.
‘Is there anything I can do for you sir?’
‘Oh, cut off the ‘sir’. My name is Shoram Son of Nuk’, I retorted.
‘Failed to understand command sir. You may wish to clarify’, said the robot.
‘I need nothing for now. I’ll call you when the need arises’.
‘Yes, sir’, The robot then strutted away.

I made a video call to Nasima. She picked it immediately, smiled sweetly and asked, ‘I hope you are not hurting. I mean your neck’.
‘Not when I’m worried about your safety’.
‘We’re safe here. My parents and siblings are all in our private bunker, so it’s fun’, she laughed.
I looked at her on the screen. A rare beauty. Her green eyes were looking into mine invitingly. Her brown skin gleamed in the surrounding light and her crown of red hair was a thrilling sight.
Then I perceived a violent explosion, which shook the bunker, causing the robot to prance around in confusion. I had to deactive it temporarily.

I tried calling Nasima again but the line was dead. I shook with panic. After some cruelly long time the line went through and I was relieved to hear her laugh, but it was a more sober one.
‘I’m okay’, she said, somewhat unconvincingly.
‘I’m happy to hear that. Take care, ok?’ I said.
‘Dont worry. We’ll be fine’, she said and hung up before I could talk further.

Just then my father’s voice came through. ‘We are being bombarded from space right now by the Kohinur. One of their missiles penetrated our planet’s force-field and hit one of our defence stations. About ten percent of Han City is on fire. There is a lot of activity now. The Confederal Government has authorised Han to use maximum force to defend herself. I can’t say more than this, Shoram. Just be careful. Dont come out of the bunker’.
‘Yes, dad’, I answered and he hung up.
Then I perceived another explosion and turned on the viewer.

The entire sky was dotted with our warships headed towards Koh. But it seemed a couple had been shot down by Kohinur missiles. What bothered me was the rising smoke everywhere. The planet was indeed under the most serious attack I have ever heard of.

An announcement came that fierce fighting was taking place midway between Koh and Hana and that several Kohinur ships had been destroyed. I was very happy to hear that and thought of calling Nasima to tell her the news but the line was dead again. I tried several times, then gave up. There was this temptation to get out of the bunker and find out whether she was okay but disobeying my father had never been part of my character, so I stayed behind.

The Kohinur gave a stiff resistance but when they realised that defeat was imminent they resorted to using the most dangerous weapon in our part of the universe. The Effacer. This wipes out of existence any material object no matter how big or tough it may be. Luckily, the weapon was intercepted and seized. A directive came from the Chancellor asking the armed forces to destroy Koh and all its inhabitants without delay. The order was carried out and in the night of the fateful day a brilliant flash was seen in the northern sky, signalling the annihilation of the barbaric civilisation of Koh.

The following morning, I opened the bunker and as I was about to come out, my father entered the house. He said nothing when I greeted him and i thought he was angry with me. His black scales were gleaming in the morning light and I realised I had also transformed all the while.
He sat down wearily on the chair in the parlour and I did the same next to him.
“Nasima has gone home’, he said softly.
‘What!’ I exclaimed. ‘What did you just say?’
‘The last missile fired by the Kohinur landed directly on the house and dug a deep crater, pushing the bunker deeper into the ground. Rescuers worked throughout the night to bring it out and succeeded but the entire family perished because their source of air supply was cut off by the impact. The engineer who built the bunker did a shoddy job. Nasima is dead, Shoram’.

It took me a full month to come to terms with Nasima’s death. After the funeral I took a walk by a lake close to her home. It was evening and the main sun had set while the two dwarf suns were rising. For days we had been on the watch for falling pieces of rock as a result of the destruction of Koh. But I cared no more. I gazed into the calm green lake as I walked. The colour reminded me of Nasima’s eyes. I wept.

Later on, when I raised my eyes to the sky I was surprised to see a moon-like object in the horizon. I heard footsteps behind me. People ran forward to look at a surviving part of Koh now caught up in our planet’s orbit. We’ve got a fifth moon.

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The Stranded Extraterrestrial 2: Nasima

My wife had made a copy of the translation of the book for me and I spent a whole night going through the wonderful story. The original glowing purse-book, as we prefered to call it, was with my wife who was sound asleep by my side:

My name is Shoram el Nuk, from the constellation Aidesa in the 21st System of Han. Our planet, called Hana, is the 6th from the main sun and 7th from the yellow and blue sun. We revolve around three suns, so it is a triplet solar system. The main sun is the youngest and brightest, radiating healthy heat and energy boosting properties, while the other older suns are dwarfs. There are fifteen planets in the system; three of them are gas giants.

My father was the Fleet Commander of our planet and the second-in-command in the entire Confederation of Stars. He retired the same year I graduated from the Academy of the High Ones. He was very proud of my performance. Ever since my mother died, some six years ago, he had been a very pensive person and kept to himself most of the time. The only real friend he had was me. In the evening I would sit by him and listen to stories of his adventures as a Fleet Commander.

He fascinated me with stories of his sojourn on Planet Terra in the Milky Way Galaxy where the inhabitants were almost like us, except for their inability to transform to scaly-skin or use telepathic communications deliberately even though it is latent in them. I often told him I would like to visit such a planet and not the weird ones around us filled with amorphous creatures, unnatural giants, midgets and other undeveloped organic beings.

One evening I came home to find my father fast asleep on his bed and decided to leave him alone. It was an opportunity to see my girl-friend whom I met a few weeks earlier.
I strolled down the street very happy with myself and nature. The main sun was setting, its golden orbs making a beautiful transformation of the environment. At the same time the two dwarf suns were rising but their light will only be as bright as those of the four moons that would rise later, one after the other, giving that part of our planet a unique mystic aura.

Nasima, my girl-friend sat with me in the restaurant waiting for our order. A tall Marufian brought the food and we settled down to a delightful meal. There was not much talking. I was the shy type. It was only when we left the restaurant and on our way to her home that I touched her by the shoulder. She turned to me, and I studied her beauty, in a scenery that was like a wave of delightful colours whispering in my heart. Her red hair, full lips and green eyes made me shiver and I transformed to scaly-skin right there.

I drew her close to me by the sidewalk and kissed her as she caressed my scaly hands. My scales were signs of extreme ecstasy. It could also come with any strong emotion.
‘I love you, Nasima’, I said. Then she did something incomprehensible. She bit me on the side of my neck, drawing blood.
‘Ouh! Why did you do that’? I winced.
‘That’, she touched the marks of the bite, ‘that is the seal of the love I have for you. ‘Anytime you feel those marks, know that it was from me. Know that my mark is on you and on no one else. I therefore pledge by your blood to be yours forever’.
Although it was an eccentric way to pledge love I went along with her idea. I never wanted to be without her. She was surely going to be my wife.

That night I had a joyful dream in which Nasima and I got married. However, I saw someone sprinking her with blood during the celebrations. When I woke up the next morning I dismissed the dream from my mind and went about my normal business.

In the evening there was a Breaking News on all Channels. It was about an impending attack on our Planet by the Kohinur of Planet Koh. For centuries, there had been a serious dispute about the mining rights on our planet. You see, the Kohinur were once co-inhabitants of Hana but they enslaved the rest of the population for thousands of years until a violent revolt overthrew them and they fled to a paradise of a planet near the blue dwarf sun from where they sent a message that they were still the rightful owners of Hana and would reclaim their property at the appropriate time. They went as far as demanding the right to mine the resources of our planet without hindrance. When they were denied access, a long war ensued in which they were defeated at a high cost of our people’s lives. Encouraged by this they were now launching a surprise attack.

My mind went to Nasima and her family. I hoped they would be safe. Just then my father came in looking grim. He looked into my eyes, and when he did that I knew it was serious business.
‘Go into the shelter and stay there till it is over. It is well-stocked to last a year. Keep your communications open. I have been recalled to duty and it is my pleasure to serve my planet’.
Then his voice got tender, ‘I’ll be back boy…’

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The Stranded Extraterrestrial 1

The Stranded Extraterrestrial 1.

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The Stranded Extraterrestrial 1

My wife and I were on holidays and as usual we made plans for a trip. Not the type people normally made. A trip to outer space. We checked our invisible spaceship. I worked on the the psycho-engines while she took care of both the interior and exterior parts. It was fun.

The ship was in front of the large yard. We have the psycho-tech to render the ship and ourselves invisible from all human beings and other animals. Our vacation was to start the next day so we sent a message in coded language to our son, Gibgiba about our plans. He lived in Ghana, attending a university and he cooperated with us fully in our ventures. We loved him dearly.

As the preparation continued we saw a police van entering the yard. I signalled to my wife and we teleported ourselves into our apartment. The two policemen did not see us but one of them stared curiously at the site of the spaceship.
‘Do you think he has ESP?’ my wife whispered.
‘Maybe, but let’s hear what they have to say’.
The doorbell rang and we invited them in. To our surprise they declined. The corporal kept looking in the direction of the invisible spaceship.

‘Sergent Doma’, the taller man introduced himself, ‘and this is Corporal Niku. We are on the trail of an extraterrestrial on the loose. The last time we saw him in our security cameras he was strolling in this yard. We were just wondering if you’ve come across a huge 7 feet tall, weird, scaly humanoid in your vicinity or heard strange noises or growls..?’
‘No, we have not seen anything like that’, my wife answered.
‘You have a large compound here’, Corporal Niku said, much to our discomfort. My wife began a psycho-assessment of his Extra Sensory Ability and smiled.
‘He has the potential, but not developed’, she said telepathically to me. Just then he turned and looked at us with some confusion. He seemed to sense the communication but did not understand it fully.
‘Sarge’, I said, we are happy to know that you’re really on the watch for this monster. We’ll not hesitate to call you as soon as we see anything strange’.
‘Yes, please do. This thing looks real dangerous. We’ll be on our way’, and beckoning to the corporal, they left in their vehicle.

‘Wow’, I sighed. ‘That corporal made me jittery. Now about this ET, if he was really in this compound why didn’t we pick his vibrations?’
‘Maybe he hid them, as we hid our ship. However, what brought him to our yard?’
We looked at each other and the answer hit us at the same time.
‘The spaceship! He got curious and came to inspect it. That means it is not invisible to him’.
‘What makes you think it’s a male’? asked my wife.
‘Until we know for sure, let’s assume it’s a male’.

As we moved towards our ship we found something on the ground beneath some plants. It was like a glittering purse.
I carefully took it and examined it and we both moved back to the house.
We sat at the dining table and examined the ‘purse’. It glowed with several colours and felt warm in the hand. I did not know what I pressed but it suddenly opened like a book, and in its pages were the strangest writings I’ve ever seen on earth.

My wife is an adept at antiquities and ancient languages. She held the device tenderly and in deep thought, then said, ‘I wish our Indian friend was still alive to make this easier for us to decipher. But with my knowledge of hieroglyphics, ancient Chinese characters, Sumerian, Ugaritic, and our fortunate acquaintance with Topazi Cosmolingo, we should be able to do something about it within the next three days’.
‘That means keeping our trip on hold. In any case it is not advisable to travel with the eyes of the police all over this house. Let’s see what we can make out of this device’.
That was how we discovered the very amazing story of an extraterrestrial who had been stranded on this planet for over 100 years.

It took exactly three days for my wife to decipher the language: the universal language of all sentient beings in the Intergalactic Confederation. I intend to translate it into simple English but unfortunately the grandeur of the original work will be lost as there is no equivalence in any earthly literature to its unique style. I do promise, however to convey the meaning as it is. There are certainly words that have no equivalence at all to what we know here. These will be rendered in the original sound.

Watch out for the full story of the Stranded Extraterrestrial.

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Back To Terra

To:
Our dear friend Zu,
Planet Topaz,
Wiloz Galaxy,
System 9.
Yolan City.
31st Dec 2011
(69, Jabkel, 120013 PDD)

Thank you for your hospitality to me and my wife during our last visit to your lovely planet. I also wish to convey my deepest respect to his Majesty for his warm reception.

Our journey back to Terra was not quite uneventful as we were attacked by a pirate ship when we were about to jump Time. My wife was relaxing as she listened to some of the musical contraptions you gave us, which she converted to a listenable format when I announced, ‘Get ready for Time Jump!’. We had reached Zebra Belt on the Kohan Space Plane, the safest place for the Jump. That was when we were rudely interrupted on our Spacecom.
‘Remain stationary or we smash you to bits’.

Then the image of a giant, dark ship appeared on the screens our viewers. The spaceship must have been invisible or well-camouflaged to escape detection, despite all the technological precautions taken by the manufacturers of our spaceship.

Since we were the only passengers on our ship, my wife clung to me in apprehension. We stopped the ship, while the monstrous giant approached menacingly. Suddenly lights in the control room went out.

‘What do we do?’ asked my wife. I answered quietly, ‘The Om. We are in the belly of the universe and in true alignment with its purpose, while these ones are opposed to it. We have to see things the way we want it to be be. The Om!’

As we chanted, we ‘shot’ love throughout the universe, enveloping everything till our minds became one with all and all in one until Oneness became Oneness’.

We must have been at it for 30 Terran minutes. When we ended the session, the pirate ship was gone. My wife hugged me as we laughed joyously. Then we Jumped safely into our Solar System, orbited Mars where we took some very amazing pictures as you advised us to do. I’ll send my findings to you later, but suffice it to say there are indeed signs of life on the Red Planet.

We landed on Terra safely after rendering our ship invisible. It wouldn’t have been fun having UFO enthusiasts on Terra insisting we were ETs in disguise.

Once more I say thank you. But one thing, in about two Terran hours from now we will enter a New Year 2012 AD. There are going to be celebrations all over Terra. We wish you peace and love.
Yours,
Mr and Mrs MUK.

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BANDITS HARAM

You think you are acting holy,
You are only glorifying your folly.
You are nothing but thieving bandits,
Hooligans and marauding nitwits,
Killing fellow Nigerians praying in churches.
Destroying mosques, hurling flaming torches.
You call Western Education Haram,
But your own souls you bring to harm.
You are the real disgusting Haram.
What will You say when you fall into God’s palm?
That you burnt churches and mosques in His name?
You will end up in the Consuming Flame!
Disgrace you are to the human race.
All you have done is try to efface
The unity of our creeds and the the beauty of our faith.
O humankind, sink your differences and unite.
Let’s come together and claim our right.
The right to freedom and the right to life.
Let’s tie a bond that can never be cut by the sharpest knife.
The Prophet never taught us aggressive war.
For the sanctity of civilians he made a law.
He forbade the destruction of Holy Sites,
Where God’s name is praised in spiritual rites.
Who taught you what you do, O Al Qaeda?
You are the sons of the Devil your father.
Haram you are, a despicable atheistic cult.
God will aid us, your evil progress to halt.
I’m looking skywards.

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Journey To Topaz

I was resting on my sofa, a newspaper on my knees. It was a weekend and the weather was good.
My wife was in the kitchen preparing breakfast and the sweet aroma of good food hit my nostrils….then…

I was in a spaceship sailing across the darkness of space. The only other passenger was my wife. Clad in space suits we sat side by side. We said nothing.
A giant screen was in front of us, from where we saw the universe in 3D. It was breathtaking.
The sun shone in the darkness, surrounded by myriads of stars, like jewels on a huge black cloth. Some stars were multi-coloured, clustered in separate groups. It was awesome.
As the Earth faded away we left the solar system.
At a point in time we crossed an asteroid path. A harrowing experience it was. At another point, we escaped a black-hole by whiskers.
Then we came to our destination, orbiting it for some time, then entered its atmosphere.
We came down from the our yellow, but now surprisingly colourless spaceship and found ourselves on a seashore.
The scenery was eerie. Everything was seen in black and white. No colours. The sun was just rising, a silvery disc as huge as a car seen on the ground.
‘ Dreary, isn’t it?’ my wife said.
‘Dreary’, I agreed. ‘Professor Gusu should have come with us. He could have explained the reason for the colourless situation on this planet’.
‘Look’, my wife pointed. A giant crab as huge as a crocodile except for length came from underneath a mound of sand, creeping slowly towards us.
We drew our pistols fast and aimed at it. It still approached till it was about 20 yards away.
‘Put down your weapons!’ a powerful voice boomed behind us.
‘No killing is allowed on this planet’.
We turned round to see a tall man in his sixties, fully robed and turbaned like a Tuareg.
‘My name is Zu, welcome to planet Topaz. His Majesty, King Lukam of the Kingdom of Yolan invites you to his palace. We want to know why you have trespassed into our planet with arms, and why you did not use the main space tarmac. However, I’ve been authorised to tell you its going to be a friendly talk, so have no fear. As for the crab, it is the Guardian of the Ocean. It meant no harm. Only wanted to say hello…’

‘Get up darling, your breakfast is ready’.
I jumped. I was on the sofa in my sitting room. I had been dozing, perhaps for only two minutes.
I sat at the dining table and opened the bowl of stew placed before me. Included with meat, fish and snails was a crab!
My wife watched the countenance on my face and asked, ‘What did you dream about this time’?

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Ideas

When I was in Primary school, my teacher used to say, ‘Whenever you have a brilliant idea, speak about it, otherwise all your unspoken ideas will only make your head bigger and bigger’.

Today I have decided to start a blog, not because I am educated enough to do so, but because I dare to. Because I want to. Because it has always been my desire.

You will only find things unique to my mind here. Many things I am going to write about will indeed be perculiar, but not entirely unfamiliar, I must confess. But I intend to animate every word for your reading pleasure, ojala. I hope you enjoy them. You are welcome.

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