Authors: G.S. Luthra
“Oh? Well that’s good. Name’s Jack Spades. How about the two of you come with me to catch some fish?”
“Thank you, but we’re fine,” replied Gudama.
“I know that, that’s why it’s a kind offer you should accept. It may not be as big as the yachts you’re used to, but you’ll get out at sea, see nature, and hey it’s a free ride. What do you say?”
Layla looked at Gudama and shrugged her shoulders, “Sure why not?” she said.
“Are you sure?” Gudama asked.
“It’s ok let’s go,” she said grabbing him.
Jack started the engine and away they took off out into the ocean.
“Woo!” Layla said with open arms seeing the tiny looking people on shore.
Back at the lighthouse, Luke noticed them while giving a tour to a small group, he squinted his eyes.
“Sir what are you doing?” he said in disbelief.
The fisherman stopped the boat and flung some bait out into the water.
“Care to join me in some relaxing fishing?”
“Ha, ha, no thanks, he owes me an interview,” Layla said.
“Well, you two can go inside the cabin, I like peace and quiet to better listen to the music of the water.”
“Aye, aye captain,” Layla said saluting him.
She took Gudama by the hand and they went inside. It reeked of the smell of fish and the seats looked worn. Gudama didn’t seem too pleased to be there.
“Now I’ve got you where I want,” she said pulling out a mini microphone.
“Layla, I can’t stay here long.”
“I know, just give me my interview and I won’t bother you anymore.”
Gudama let out a sigh, “Very well.”
“How can we evolve to the level you speak, how should we live our daily lives?” she asked.
“As you are now, except follow your God given talents and what brings joy and fulfillment to you.
Work with or create enterprises that provide value to others, enhancing the quality of life of your world. In a nutshell, listen to what ancient divine teachers have always told you, live from your heart and treat others like family. Your people live to cheat and deceive, and worship the dollar. I say, live spiritually to serve and worship the divine infinity.”
Layla’s additional circling questions felt like an eternity to Gudama.
“Are we done now?” he asked, “I’ve already explained that I’m here to help earthlings free themselves from their government’s corruption and already answered everything in my book.”
“Ok, ok. So, what about you, where are you from exactly? What’s it like on your planet?”
“It would appear like heaven from your point of view.”
“What about religion?”
“Doesn’t exist, at least not like on your planet, no extreme fanatics,” he said.
“What do you mean, what is God to you?”
“One big error in your thinking is that you associate God as some old man in the sky who is the creator of everything. This is the wrong fantasy. God is not bound to any form and goes by many names as it is infinite and can manifest in endless expressions. This is why you have many religions, and they all are interrelated and preach the same fundamentals, but arrogant people have edited the true teachings, leaving you with a cult like version designed to further segregate your race. There is truth in all your religions just like it is the case in the martial arts. I’m like the Bruce Lee of spirituality; I use what works and what doesn’t. Science compliments religion and without it, religion is too idealistic and fickle. Vice versa, science without spirituality is cold, rigid, and limited. So, I would highly suggest loosening up and integrating the two. This is my personal opinion however, someone else may say differently.”
“Fascinating,” she replied, “how exactly did your race defeat evil?”
A depressing expression came upon Gudama’s face.
“Like I said in my global message, other worlds have gone through a similar situation like earth. Beyond that, I cannot say.”
“Why not,” she asked leaning forward curiously?
“Because…I wasn’t there,” he said looking down.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s a long story, which we don’t have time for. Look, the point is that your world needs to wake up. After your people become civilized, then contact with other worlds will automatically follow and you’ll have all of your trivial questions answered.
I’m not the best person to discuss this, because I myself have not seen the entire universe,” he said a little irritated.
“Alright, sorry if I upset you,” Layla said, “One more question, what are your people like?”
“Like yours, but were more evolved and intelligent.”
“Were?”
Gudama sat in silence, “Are there other questions?”
“Umm yea, plenty,” Layla replied.
“Specifically, what do you want to know?”
“Well, what about love?” she asked.
Gudama stared at her.
“It’s like here without the confusion, perversions, jealousy, and complications,” he courtly replied.
“Do you have marriages?”
“Yes, but divorce is unheard of.”
“Well, could you elaborate more?”
“It is very sacred. Singles search extensively for the right person. What your businessmen put into analytics and calculations is what we put into spiritual development and finding love. Earthlings wed for money, lust, and social status. More evolved species wed for happiness, evolution, family, and of course, love.”
“Have you ever been in love? Are you married?”
Silence filled the atmosphere.
“I think we’re getting too personal. That’s enough questions for your interview,” Gudama said getting up.
Oh my gosh did I anger him, she thought?
Gudama demanded that the fisherman return them back to shore to which he did, appalled at his attitude. Layla followed him back to the lighthouse. Gudama retreated to the secluded backyard beach while Luke attended to guests.
Layla paced around debating whether to go to him or wait.
Great Layla, you finally find the story of your life and you just had to be too pushy, she thought scolding herself!
Luke requested she get out of sight as she drew too much attention from lighthouse guests, one little boy staring at her as his ice cream melted falling on his shirt.
Bathing in the sun, Gudama relaxed on a lounge chair closing his eyes enjoying the ocean breeze.
Layla reclined beside him feeling the cool air tickle her skin. She contemplated what to say as she felt bad about the interview. Not being able to contain herself Layla turned to him.
“Gudama, I’m very sorry if I upset you. I was just so curious about you, and outer space, and how aliens live, and-”
“It’s ok, I’m not mad,” he said with a raised hand.
“Oh ok, good, I was worried I upset you,” she said lying back in relief.
Thank God, she thought.
Curiosity got the best of her as Layla asked Gudama about life outside of earth.
“It’s all the same really. Trees are trees, birds are birds, water is water,” he said followed by a yawn.
“People are no different, women are just as complicated,” he said looking at her, “Bugs are still pests, just more intelligent and dangerous. Everything is the same, just variations in consciousness and evolution, that’s all. You can find the answers to the universe all on earth by going within. There’s not really much to see, sure they have nice technology, but they’ve been around longer.”
“But what are they like, what kind of technology do they have?” asked Layla curiously.
“Well they have many things. Their ships travel anywhere in a second and are everlasting. See here on earth people can’t understand how something can run forever, hence their primitive saying, nothing lasts forever. Wrong, existence, life is eternal and by obeying the natural laws, you too can achieve immortality. Where does the sun get its power? How does earth stay on its axis, constantly revolving in orbit? Is it merely gravity, but where does it all come from?”
Layla shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, out there they know,” he said pointing up, “and they’ve tapped into that source. Their ships are like planets, fully functional with crops, water, and free of maintenance. They can harness light from higher realms and condense it into physical form. That’s why neither scientists nor military can identify the material from confiscated spaceships, because it’s not metal, its light.”
Layla sat up with arms folded over her knees listening attentively, “Wow, amazing,” she said.
Gudama sat up as well, looking at the sea, “Time travel is there, but it’s illegal. However, that hasn’t stop evil from abusing it. Nonphysical time travel is legal though.”
“How do you do that?”
“If you’re evolved enough you can do it through meditation or while sleeping, but there’re devices to help you, that way you can observe without interfering.”
Gudama looked down playing in the sand with his feet, “Then there’s antigravity, teleportation, things like that, but these are common like kitchen tools and cars, they’re a part of everyday daily life,” he said, “Everybody always asked who are the aliens, what can they do, their technology, but that’s not important. Humans also have to evolve and learn how to live peacefully, than all that stuff will come. First get your act together, and then technology will be revealed. Other aliens are more evolved, and not because that they’re better than humans, but rather they used wisdom. People just don’t get it, that’s why I need to first raise the consciousness here, then mark my words, you will see innovation here like nowhere else, better than anywhere else,” he said powerfully with a finger.
“Regenerating limbs, eternal youth, heh, I’ve met a woman who was over a million years old, yet looked young! All without creams, surgery, or dying her hair,” Gudama said poking fun at Layla.
“Oh no, this is my natural hair,” she said smiling holding her locks.
“Really, huh, I’ve never seen that before, at least on earth anyway,” he said looking at her shiny glowing orange brownish red hair.
“Yea it used to be all brown until I grew up, then it changed color. Everybody who asks about it are shocked to know it’s all me,” she said.
“Huh, interesting,” Gudama said studying her, “Does it run in your family?”
“No, I’m the only freak,” she said laughing.
Gudama’s attention moved down examining her Green bluish eyes.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he smirked looking away.
“Come on, tell me.”
“No, it’s nothing I just thought you looked like someone I used to know in space.”
“Oh yeah, she must’ve been gorgeous.”
Gudama laughed.
“She’s your girlfriend isn’t she?” Layla said playfully while eager to hear his response.
He merely smiled while shaking his head.
Squinting, Layla noticed an anomaly.
“What’s that crescent moon on your forehead?”
“Oh this,” Gudama said pointing? “It’s a side effect from all the years of meditation I’ve been doing to awaken my third eye.”
“Oh,” she said blinking, “does it do anything?”
“So far psychic abilities,” he said letting a sigh, “Perhaps someday it’ll burn away all my troubles,” he said reclining back with folded hands behind.
Gudama’s eyes looked out into the ocean while Layla studied his every gesture like an interrogator. Externally she displayed a jovial persona, but deep down was hurting as if her heart had been pierced. She recognized his body language from previous men, suspecting that Gudama’s love belonged to someone else.
Soon after they went inside, Gudama returned with his normal space like attire and together with Luke prepared dinner. Layla browsed around the library finding books ranging from electronics to astrology. After a good meal, Luke stood by as if awaiting a decision from Gudama who was looking down at the floor thinking as the moonlight began to take over the skies.
“Luke, take care of the lighthouse,” he said
“But sir, how can you be so sure you can trust this human? Don’t let her naivety cloud your judgment!” Luke pleaded.
“Luke,” Gudama said looking at him boldly.
“Yes sir,” Luke said letting out a big concerning sigh. He put his head down and left the room.
“What’s going on?” she asked concerned.
“Layla, would you like to go into outer space?”
“Like hell I would, are you kidding me?” she said.
Gudama acknowledged her, “Come with me.”
No freaking way am ’I really going into space, she thought!
“I have your normal clothes cleaned and dry.”
“You washed my clothes?” asked Layla.
“Yes, I iron pressed them myself,” replied Gudama.
“You’re so kind, thank you,” she said.
Outside in the dark, Gudama and Layla stood by a cliff on top of a hill. It was late at night and Layla was getting chills.
“What are we doing here?”
“Hidden doors exist on your earth,” Gudama said staring at the full moon. The moonlight crept closer to their location rapidly.
“In the midst of darkness,” Gudama said while watching the lunar light come closer, “light reveals the way,” he said turning around as the celestial luminance covered the area. Layla turned around to see what he was looking at and gasped at the sight of an etheric looking door about twenty feet from them revealed only through the moonlight.
“Hurry, we must move. It won’t stay open long,” Gudama said taking her hand. He sensed danger as they sprinted towards the moon door, Layla hardly being able to keep up with his pace.
He’s so fast, I might as well just let him drag me, she thought while running.
Piercing through her flesh, the penetration of lead through Layla’s body caused her to drop to her knees in screaming pain.
“What the,” Gudama said shocked?
A stealth helicopter was picked up by Gudama’s peripherals, “Dame,” he said.
Black ops opened fire at them while in pursuit. With superhuman reflexes Gudama deflected a few rounds with his wrist armor and swiftly sprinted towards the door of light carrying Layla, who was losing consciousness.
“Target not visible, repeat target has lost visibility,” a soldier reported.
“Aim near the door, that’s where he’s heading,” instructed higher authority.
Gudama zipped so fast, that it was too difficult to shoot him, especially in the tall grass. As he neared the door, a sniper on the helicopter gave up and instead readied a rocket launcher.
“Incoming!” he said as the weapon was fired.
Black ops backed off as the rocket drew nearer.
“Huh?” Gudama said as he saw the approaching projectile.
Summoning energy from within, Gudama focused power in his hands in a circular ritual motion. He’s eyes were razor locked on the enemy target.
“Gitma,” he uttered.
Gudama let out a battle cry and projected a bright golden beam of light, blowing up the rocket and causing the other men to seek cover from the explosion. After the debris cleared, they resumed taking aim, but Gudama was too close.
Realizing the door was fading, Gudama leaped head first and went through the portal of light. Black ops opened fire, but the door had already vanished, Gudama and Layla along with it.
“Shoot!” said a soldier.
Beaming intense light caused Layla to slowly open her eyes. She awoke and found herself in a neat room that had materials she never saw before. She got up from the red bed, and exited the room. The floor felt like very expensive polished porcelain and Layla carefully made her way while holding her white thin silk like garment. She came to a big room with sophisticated technology and saw a giant window where the earth appeared smaller.
“Oh my God,” she gasped seeing her distant home planet though glass.
“How do you feel?” said a soft spoken male.
Layla turned and screamed so loud it shook the entire ship. The voice belonged to a very tall thin blue humanoid alien.
“Layla,” Gudama said running over!
“Wha-what is that?” she said clinging to him.
“This is Andaglios, but you can call him Andy. He’s helping me to free earth. Andy this is Layla,” he said introducing them.
The tall blue man smiled, but Layla was terrified of him barely mustering a smirk.
“Please forgive her, first time outside of earth,” said Gudama with prayer clasped hands.
“It’s quite alright,” Andy said.
“My goodness it’s him, the alien from your book,” she said with non-blinking eyes.
“Yes, we are working together to help your world as it is very much in need of assistance. The potential for danger is just too great to ignore as you have just experienced,” answered Andy.
An awkward silence filled the space as Layla stared at him motionless clinging onto to Gudama.
“Perhaps it is best if I left you two alone. I shall be in the command room if you need me,” Andy said.
“Yes, thank you,” said Gudama humbly.
After Andy left, Gudama rubbed Layla’s arm to comfort and calm her down.
“You ok?”
“Wha…I-what happened? All I remember was this excruciating pain and seeing lights,” Layla said struggling to put together words.
“The secret government tried to stop us from entering the door, but I managed to get us through safely. We were able to heal you and placed you in a room to rest.”
“You took off my clothes?” Layla said looking at her new garment.
“No, actually Andy was the one that did it. I didn’t feel it was right of me.”
“What, are you crazy? How could you let him do that!” she said slapping him, “Ouch!” she said shaking her hand, “You’re like a hunk of iron.”
“I’m sorry, but we had to heal you of your wound. I wasn’t expecting a government strike like that,” said Gudama.
“Great, first I get shot and then stripped down and wrapped in baby silk by a blue alien!” Layla said.
“We only wanted to help, would you rather have died?”
“No!” she revolted, “I understand…sorry about smacking you,” said Layla calming down.
“Yea, I can see that,” Gudama said seeing her hand.
“Geez, what are you made of?” Layla commented looking at her red hand, “What were those lights, I remember hearing a boom,” she asked.
“I can project energy from my hands,” Gudama explained.
“No way,” she said!
“Way,” Gudama said showing a minor display of energy between his hands.
“You really are an alien,” she said leaning in wide eyed at the sight.
“Come, let’s sit.”
Gudama led her down a step to an area in the middle of the room and spoke a dialect in another language. Out popped seats beneath them and Gudama gestured to sit. He said another foreign word and a glass appeared on a table where he poured some milk like water.
“Drink this, it’ll soothe your nerves,” he offered.
Layla had a sip and instantly felt better.
“What is this? It’s like water, but it tastes sweet.”