CHAPTER 20
Cyrus came out of the Dutta Mansion and almost bumped onto
Aryan Ahuja who had been eavesdropping at the door. Instead of being
ashamed at being caught red handed, Aryan appeared elated to meet Cyrus.
“I can’t believe my luck. I always wanted to meet someone
like you,” said Aryan, whose face had lit up with a happy smile. He had the
same goofy expression that would brighten a follower’s face on beholding his
idol.
He had believed every sentence uttered by Cyrus. Whatever he
had heard had reinforced his belief in the person himself. He had followed Cyrus closely online through
his blog ‘The message from beyond’. Aryan by then had assumed that the blog was
a veil to hide Cyrus’s true self as well as a tool to create awareness about
aliens. The blog was an encyclopedia of knowledge about aliens online. Many
Alien fanatics like Aryan were ardent followers of the blog.
Cyrus stopped and read every thought running through Aryan’s
mind. He knew the man who stood in front of him was one with a pure heart. He
needed many more such benevolent souls in his crusade against the gray aliens.
He understood that Aryan was bubbling with questions. He had the answers. Shekhar
and Jennifer were quick to believe his discovery. May be he can help in
re-awakening Clariota.
“Yes Aryan, I will answer all your questions. Will you come
with me?” said Cyrus, and Aryan almost jumped when he heard the answer to a
question he had feared to ask. But he happily nodded.
What happened next was all a blur to Aryan. All he
remembered was that Cyrus had touched him near the crown of his head. When he
opened his eyes next, he was inside a chamber that had pristine settings. The
walls, which had texture like shiny velvet, were the sources of light. There
were plants that looked like common houseplants but something about them seemed
different. The large room had the appearance
of a meditation chamber. A serene sound like that of cascading water was
wafting in from some invisible speakers.
Aryan eagerly looked around for the source of the sound and
stilled a moment when he noticed that it was coming from the vicinity of the plants,
which were swaying in harmony with the music.
How was that happening? Aryan
wondered.
“They are playing musical memories. Those ferns used to grow
near a waterfall. We make them play the remembered music aloud. It increases
their life span and also soothes the occupants of this hall,” said Cyrus,
answering Aryan’s thoughts.
“Please sit, Mr. Aryan Ahuja . I will answer all your
queries. Something tells me that you are going to be very useful to me. I know
that you heard every word that I spoke at the Dutta Mansion. And I can sense
that you hate being so transparent in front of me. I know all the questions that you want to ask but
you can ask them one by one. But before that I want you to promise that
whatever I tell you will not be used for material gains. It will be used only
for the greater good,” said Cyrus, his face acquiring the calmness and serenity
of a highly evolved soul.
“Of course Sir, of course,” said Aryan, with a vigorous nod.
“The danger that I was talking about to Clariota at the
Dutta mansion is real. It is imminent. We assume it will happen within few
months. The good news is that we have unearthed the secret scrolls, which were
hidden inside the chambers of a temple of the Sumerians. We believe it contains
the secrets of the Anunnakis or the gray aliens. The scroll though old had
survived the ravages of time which in itself speaks of its authenticity. We
have a special set of peacekeeper alien scientists trying to decipher the codes
at this very moment. But we can’t rely on that alone,” said Cyrus with a sigh.
“I have read that the Anunnaki’s were able to harness the
earth’s energy using curious stone circles erected throughout southern Africa.
That there still exist numerous gold mines across the terrains that are
millions of year old and continue to baffle scientists .They might have been a
technologically advanced civiliaztion,” said Aryan Ahuja, eager to know more about
the Anunnakis who were mentioned in the tablets recovered from the ruins of the
highly developed Sumerian civilization.
“Yes, they were. And all those mines are testimony to their
craze for monoatomic gold or galladium. It has led them to war with various
planets spread across the Milky Way. They were intelligent enough to recognize
that Monoatomic gold had miraculous
properties. It has the ability to stop the aging process, and increase the
capabilities of the brain. It helps the person who consumes it in specified
quantities to sense evil or become telepathic. It even helps the person to time
travel using the enhanced sense of mind power to peek into the past or future.
What we peacekeepers have as inborn ability, they acquire using this magical
mineral,” said Cyrus.
“Are they then a danger to the peacekeepers?” asked Aryan.
“No. We exist in a different astral plane to that of the
Anunnakis. We become visible to them only if we allow them to see us. They
don’t perceive us and are unaware of the danger that we pose to them. It is the
same case with humans too. We can co-exist with you without your knowing that
we are near you. Humans can see us only if we intend so,” said Cyrus.
“So is earth home to all the peacekeeper aliens or have you
come to earth to on a mission?” asked Aryan.
“No… the earth is not our home. We once lived in a planet
called Phaester Osiris in
another corner of the Milky Way. Our ancestors sucked out its resources
without replenishing them and our home planet split into pieces, forcing us
peacekeepers to become wanderers across the universe. We are now volunteer
peacekeepers and strive to help souls in danger. We monitor all the planets that have life. But
now, the same fate awaits earth in not a far future. The danger that the earth
faces from the grays is just the beginning,” said Aryan, and stopped talking,
as he perceived something.
With the sound that resembled a splash, a turquoise blue
dome entered the chamber like a flash of lightning. The dome that was spinning
like a top abruptly came to a stop at the centre of the hall. It then opened like
a flower. The creature that emerged out of it was completely in agreement with
all the pictures man had painted of aliens since time immemorial. It had gray
skin, eyes that resembled huge dark goggles and had legs and hands that were
eerily thin. It was almost thrice in height to that of a normal human being.
Suppressing an involuntary scream, Aryan grabbed the arms of
Cyrus in an act of seeking refuge. Cyrus patted on his arms and asked him not
to panic. While he watched, the alien shrunk in size and then morphed into a
human shape. It was a lean man who appeared to be in his mid forties.
“Hail the master!” said the man and sat in a chair as
directed by Cyrus. He seemed in a hurry and his eyes flitted between Aryan and
Cyrus as though asking whether he could speak in front of Aryan.
“Speak Haides, be assured that Aryan is a friend. He needs
to know. I believe the news is urgent. You preferred to travel instead of using
the messenger balls,” said Cyrus.
“Master, they have changed the dates. The deterioration of
the ozone layer has sped up things. They arrive in not three months from now. They
arrive in seven days,” said Haides, and then fell silent. Perhaps Cyrus had
warned him to shift to telepathic communication. Cyrus appeared calm but the
silent communication that followed between the two seemed profound to Aryan. Haides
seemed to be one of the spies that Cyrus had mentioned at the Dutta mansion, the
ones who were in charge of collecting data from the world of the gray aliens.
“Only a miracle can save earth now!”exclaimed Cyrus at the
end of the silent discourse. Aryan sank back
onto the chair he was sitting understanding the despair in Cyrus’s voice.
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