Wednesday, June 20, 2012
A Real Alien
Before . . . you walked and talked and worked among the native creatures, thinking like them, behaving like them, following their laws and customs; maybe even marrying among them . . . .
Moving about, as if in a kind of trance state. Thoughts and desires and feelings were beamed through the air and these you picked up and responded to, just like the natives.
Somewhere, however, inside your mind . . . like a tiny little voice--there was a noise that also was a speck of light, different than the general images, thoughts, feelings, colors, desires rambling around inside of you--a vague, disconcerting message was gnawing . . . .
"This is not real . . . . Alert . . . something is wrong . . . wake up . . . hurry . . . listen . . . SEE!" . . . seems to be the essence of the small, insistent voice deep within . . . and which never goes away, though often you have layered upon it so many interests and cares of the alien world that you find yourself ignoring it.
What you realize, after a time, is that you are not like the others. There is something different in you which seems to be absent in them. You . . . are increasingly troubled about this world you find yourself in, while most of them appear just fine with it and indeed spend all their energy and time pursuing all of its goods and services . . . .
More and more . . . you feel disconnected from the native creatures . . . . Something is wrong! . . . you are certain of it! But what?
If you ask them and seek advice from their proffered "wise counselors" . . . with different details and techniques, all their prescriptions amount to telling you to just "try harder" . . . to fit in or excel at the "game of life" in the world.
One day . . . a visitor arrives--a distinct person full of power, light and grace . . . and love . . . unlike anything or anyone you have associated with on the strange planet.
The person . . . reaches you from WITHIN . . . from the same direction, and of the same quality and substance as that tiny but piercing voice of light.
This being . . . shows you your actual situation amongst these creatures . . . and suddenly you perceive that they are in reality violent, lusty, rapacious entities with whom you have made your life and purpose . . . .
You have been living a lie, merely following dumbly along in all their ways. But the being tells and shows you that you are not of these creatures; this is not your world--you belong to another. YOU are the alien, only passing through--a stranger in a strange land; no place to make home, for the person also tells you that this world is destined for complete obliteration--it will be consumed by a great and cosmic fire. Everyone who lives by and for the doomed planet is likewise doomed and busy with fools' errands . . . having no ultimate purpose and investing in nothing of any lasting value.
The being speaking from the inside said, "I am your King, your Lord and I love you and will bring you to where you belong and where you have an inheritance with me. Look to me and I will guide you in all your ways."
Then, it was as if a mesmerizing drug left your body. Before, you saw things as the native creatures saw things . . . but now your eyes are opened and you can see the madness of their ways.
"Be separate from these, though you live among them for a time yet . . . . I will teach you my ways." said your King, "You are of a royal and priestly kind, and not like these who roll in their mud trying to surmount and impress each other, driven by every passing and unclean spirit."
"And there are others . . . like you . . . who do not know yet who they are . . . . I will put you in contact with them and I want you to awaken them, to save them from the awful, suicidal trance of this place. I will be in them and when I see you come to relieve them, I will likewise remove the covering from their eyes and the shields on their ears, so that they too will see that they are not of this world, but of another one which is perfect, where I rule in love and glory forever . . . . "