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Chapter Seven: Team By Lines
Dressed in a sleeveless green T-shirt and knee length black shorts, with her Nikon D800 dancing like a necklace, Jennifer looked like any other tourist in Mumbai. Getting out of the rickshaw in front of the National Centre for Performing Arts, the NCPA as it was popularly called, she smiled as the salty ocean breeze played with the few of her curls that had come loose. She loved Mumbai!
The setting sun coloured her dusky complexion with a tinge of gold. Her short curly hair was pinned up in a high ponytail. In her left hand, she carried a small leather bag. A tattoo of a scorpion stood in stead of a bracelet on her right hand which was trying to put the errant curls back in place. She had the typical carefree air of a seasoned traveler.
Once inside, she handed over her member pass and the invitation to the conference to the burly guard stationed in the foyer. The famed double-leveled foyer of the Jamshed Baba theatre looked magnificent with its historic marble staircase. A registration counter gave her guidelines to the conference and requested her to handover the camera and bag at the counter. Later, they gave her a medieval princess mask, which she had to wear throughout the duration of the conference. Another masked volunteer guided her to her seat. Being a regular at the conferences of FOTA , she was used to this mask ritual. The members preferred anonymity.
The conference that was about to begin was a highly confidential one. If the rumors were to be believed, the speaker was one among the top ranked and most respected members of the FOTA. The theatre was filled to its capacity. A masked speaker appeared before the giant screen, and the screen flickered on with the welcoming message.
“Welcome to all Friends Of The Aliens,” read the message.
“Good Evening dear members of the FOTA… For those of you who are attending it for the first time, a warm welcome. Those of you who are returning after a while, welcome back,” said the Speaker and the auditorium resonated with applause from the audience.
The speaker had an unusual aura unlike the regular speakers and the audience hung on to every word that he spoke.
It was while in college that she had first heard of the FOTA. Her obsession with aliens had begun after she had read a small storybook in school. She didn’t even remember its title but the story had got etched in her heart. The story was that of a powerful, warm-hearted alien who had come to the rescue of a small girl. She and her neighbor Shekhar would spend hours on their terrace scouring the night sky with their toy telescope looking for aliens. Even after she moved to Kochi, their common craze for aliens and FOTA was the bond that kept them close.
Jennifer had managed to crack a puzzle called the ‘FOTA- Code- Hunt’ that enabled her to attend these elite conferences held by FOTA. It would be an all expense paid trip and the attendees flew in from faraway places. Scientists and students from all over the world coveted the data supplied at these conferences. But as always, no one leaked the data, it was like an unspoken oath.
Jennifer felt guilty; she had broken the oath many times, as she couldn’t resist sharing the information with Shekhar who was still an ordinary member. Happiness of sharing things with someone who understood your madness was something incomparable.
An applause that brought a pause in the speech ended Jennifer’s wool gathering.
“Since centuries we had proof before our eyes. A series of ancient designs stretching more than 50 miles called the Nazka lines etched into a high plateau in Peru’s Nazca Desert, has baffled archaeologists for decades. Our epics the Ramayana and Mahabharata written more than two millinia ago, spoke of the Vimanas which could travel from earth to sky, planet to planet or from universe to universe. The Moai of Easter Island, the 887 giant human figures with enormous heads that guard the coastlines of the Polynesian island of Easter Island are 500 years old, 13 feet high and weighs 14 tons on average. How could human beings without any sophisticated machinery transport and erect these giant structures? The statistics doesn’t end there. Look around and you will find a million of examples that proclaim that we are not alone in this universe. Extra terrestrials exist. Period,” the Speaker paused and the auditorium buzzed with cheers.
The brief introduction to the conference was followed with reports on various planets which supported life. After it ended, the question-answer session began. Any one could ask questions.
The first person selected to ask the question stood up.
“Sir, I am a newbie FOTA member. Can you brief me about the different classification of Aliens?”
“The Aliens have been roughly classified into three categories by eminent scientist Robert M Stone according to their behavior during their visits to earth. The Gray Aliens, who wish to gain control over the earth and earthlings, the Peacekeepers who keep act as the guardians of earth and the visitor aliens. The bad guys, the little gray aliens, are the ones you always hear about in most presentations. They abduct and exploit humans. The good guys, called the Peacekeepers, are ones you rarely hear about, perhaps because they look human rather than humanoid, thus, not visually exciting. Also contact with them is more difficult to remember and the memories are more difficult to retrieve. The tourist Aliens passes by the earth from time to time and sometimes picks up a human for study. However, it is nothing more than curiosity and they are aware of the planetary rules; humans are returned unharmed. With some of the human looking alien civilizations, one could be sitting next to you right at this moment and you wouldn't know they were an extra-terrestrial,” said the speaker and Jennifer heard many in the audience whistle.
The next question was about what attracted the gray aliens to earth.
“The earth is considered as a gem among the planets of the universe. The blue gem. The oceans conceal one the most coveted metals that the gray aliens seek. The Gelladium, which would help them prepare a potion like the famed elixir that would increase their life span. The average life span of a gray alien is 1200-2000 earth years whereas for the peacekeepers it is more than 10,000 earth years. In order to prepare the earthlings to survive the attacks of the gray aliens, peacekeepers have been interbreeding with the humans to produce a new line of powerful beings. You can find them referred to in the scriptures as the yogis and saints who could do miracles.”
“Sir, but do these powerful beings exist still on earth?”
“Yes, many. Nevertheless, most of them have forgotten their powers and are surviving like mere humans. Over the years, their powers have deteriorated as they have inter-bred with humans and half the earth’s population are now the progeny of those early peacekeepers.”
“Sir, then why are humans beings still having a few decades of lifespan?”
“It is the conditioning that has been happening since the dawn of civilization. Man forgot his power and has become a slave to his emotions. The negative emotions rule and the positive are trashed which make them vulnerable to quick demise. Only when he learns to use the power of his ego will man survive the wind of time. And we need to trash the technologies and return to our roots. We are capable of telepathy and even intra-galaxy travel using just the power of our mind. We need to develop that because the time is crucial.”
“Sir, why do you say that the time is crucial?” asked Jennifer, as it was her turn.
“The only thing that harms the gray aliens from entering the earth’s atmosphere is its thick ozone layer. If they encounter the layer, they die. Their vehicles are damaged heavily and they cannot transport anything substantial back to their home, the Pandorus in the Sirius Galaxy. But now the Ozone layer is being depleted rapidly and the gray aliens are helping the humans develop machines that will deplete the layer further. Check the major UFO sighting years in history and you will find an invention in the same year that changed the way humans have lived. Be it the Jet Engines, the optical fiber, the Arpanet or the Large Haldron collider, we have corresponding UFO sightings to match. The gray aliens are plotting the downfall of humans and they are not aware,” the speaker paused and a fog of uncertainty and dread hung in the auditorium.
“Is there no way out?”
“Yes, we have to revive the latent power hidden in each one of us. And yes, the peacekeepers are always there for you,” said the speaker.
“How do we believe you? What is the proof that peacekeepers are present on earth?” asked a skeptic newbie.
“Because… I am one of them,” said the masked Speaker and an eerie silence greeted his declaration.
As though to prove his point, the speaker raised his hands and drew an arc above his head, and then moved them in a circular motion forward as though drawing curtains close. A turquoise blue glass like dome appeared around him. With the sound that could be likened to the sound of a splash; the dome took off at a speed never seen by human eyes. It disappeared in the horizon after moving out through the closed windows without any apparent damage to the glass panels.
Jennifer gasped and she heard screams of disbelief and fear echoing in the auditorium. Sounds of hurrying feet followed as people scampered out of the crowded auditorium like a pack of scared lambs.
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