World of Good - Chapter 17

Chapter 17

“...a saboteur...”

When Shelby, Dale and I returned from the Ancients we decided to check up on Chip’s progress. Unfortunately, the news I had hoped for was unavailable.

Chip was despondent. “It doesn’t look good, Alex. I was worried this might be an issue.”

I was already sweating the answer. “What, what is it?”

“Even if the theoretical concepts were realized, it would take years to develop them. Therefore, you all may want to take Hadso’s advice and plan on making this home.”

“Do you agree with Chip’s assessment Tammy? Tom?”

Tammy nodded. “For once, Chip makes sense. We’ve tried everything, but the ship’s sink. Nothing I’ve seen, either from our database or the Vlanco’s, indicates we have the capabilities to get us home in our lifetime ... or even ten of our lifetimes.”

“I have to agree,” said Tom.

This was not what I wanted to hear. Our friends and family and everything we knew may be a thing of the past? As we sat there starring at one another, the imager came alive.

Stron appeared on the screen. “Greetings my friends.”

“Hello Stron. What’s up?” I asked, in a weary tone.

“You sound distressed, Alex. Have I interrupted something?”

“I’m not yet sure, Stron. Please, what do you have on your mind?”

“Alex, I realize you have just returned from your trip to the Ancients and may have some other issues to be concerned with, but I need to speak to all of you as soon as possible.”

That caught my attention. “Is everything okay?”

“No, Alex. Everything is not okay. I would like to discuss this in person.”

“Um. How about this afternoon?”

“Certainly, Alex. We will see you and your crew then.”

After the imager went dark, Tom turned to me. “What do think this is about?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t like the sound of his voice.”

Stron had an urgency in him that I hadn’t heard before. With our ideas to return to Earth hitting a dead end, I hoped his news wasn’t worse than ours. Chip said he would accompany us after he had finished some business reappointing some data on the ships computers. The rest of us gathered our self-pity and made our way to the military complex.

When we arrived, we found ourselves receiving something totally unexpected. Stron and another Advisor approached us with bland faces. They bowed their heads to greet us then got straight to the point.

Stron spoke up first. “I must explain my thoughts quickly. There is the possibility of a saboteur working with the Negritee.”

“What has that got to do with us?” I asked.

“It is most likely to be an Earth person. We stood there like deer caught in the headlights of a hovercar.

Astonished at the suggestion, I looked around to see if anyone would flinch. “That can’t be, we would never help the Negritee. Right?” I said turning to the crew.”

The crew chimed in with “right,” “yeah,” “no way would I help those jerks.”

Then Dale, who had been starring at the ground, looked up at rest of us sheepishly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” His face turned pale.

“Your not involved in this someway, are you?” asked Tom.

“Well,” said Dale squeamishly. “I talked to this guy named V and he wanted some help from me.”

“That was Ventfoprof,” said the Advisor, “he was in the containment facility with Dale. Later, Ventfoprof was sentenced to the colony on Transo for murdering of one of our people,”

“Yeah, that was his name. It was V for short,” Dale added.

“What did you do, Dale?” I asked firmly.

“I gave him one of our compins from my wristcom, because he said he had some information I might be interested in. After I met with him in jail, I didn’t have anything else to do with him.” Dale slumped down and hid his head in his hands.

“You just gave him a compin?”

Dale nodded. “Yeah, I think he wanted to talk to Chip. But Chip never said anything about V to me, so I thought the whole thing would disappear.”

I turned to Stron. “Although, I wouldn’t have given him a thing, I don’t think that qualifies for insubordination.”

I looked around to question Chip, then remembered he was missing. “Why hasn’t Chip shown up?”

“He’s probably up to no-good,” Tammy smirked.

Wheeling through my mind was Chip’s sordid past and it dawned on me that he most likely was involved somehow. Tammy and I locked eyes. I could see she realized how true her comment could be reality.

“I was just kidding!” Tammy said, trying to defend Chip.

I raised an eyebrow. “But I’m not. But before we jump to conclusions, I need to confront him directly. I hope you Vlancos believe in being innocent until proven guilty.”

The Advisor was dignified. “Why of course, Alex.”

“Then hold on to your accusations until I confront Chip directly. That is, unless the rest of you have something else to tell me?” The crew shook their heads.

I tried to get Chip on the wristcom, but no answer. “I’ll be back shortly,” I headed for the ship.

When I arrived, there was an automated note as I entered the ship, explaining that Chip would contact me shortly. Within a minute, a transmission to the imager was coming in—from a Negritee ship. I was almost not surprised to see Chip there.

“Alex? You alone?”

“Yes. But the better question is, why are you on a Negritee space vessel?”

“You’re probably thinking I’ve done something wrong.”

“Have you?” I counted with my fingers. “You have been mysteriously working alone, Dale inferred you might have been in contact with the Negritee, and now you’re transmitting from a Negritee ship. What do you think?”

Chip sat back and twirled a compad stylus in his hand. “Alex, it still isn’t too late to change your alliance.”

I could have been blown over by a whisper. “I was just about to say the same thing to you, Chip.”

“You don’t know what is going to happen to the Vlancos Alex. It’s not good. I chose to be on the safe side.”

“So you say.”

“Listen, Al ole-boy. This is an opportunity of a lifetime. I couldn’t pass it up could I?”

“Ha! It hasn’t stopped you before.”

Chip dropped his stylus. “What do you mean by that?”

“You seem to forget that you’ve ended up in deep space missions, as a condition of you involvement in the Europan uprising. You always want power and glory, don’t you? In fact, I think you wanted control over the Europan government.”

Chip rolled his eyes. “That’s small change compared to what can be achieve here. The Negritee promised to give me authority over planets and their societies.

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing! Do you truly think you can trust the Negritee? Do you remember that they were the ones that almost killed us when we entered this system?

“They weren’t going to kill us Alex, they just wanted our technology.”

“So they say. It looks more like you’ve sold your soul, your crew members, and the Vlancos to the Devil, Chip ole-boy!”

Chip persisted. “It doesn’t have to be this way. You can come with us.”

“You can’t be serious, Chip!”

“Listen, Alex. I can’t stop these people from attacking the Vlancos, and I’m not going to be on the side of the underdogs. Besides, the Vlancos are so sweet I get a cavity just being around them.”

“You’re incredible, Chip! You want me to believe that you jumped ship, because it looked bad over here.” I suddenly got a sick, suspicious feeling Chip was more than waist deep in this. “I’d bet a hundred hydrogen fuel cells that there is something else your not telling me.”

“Alex, I don’t have time for this. I tried to find a way for the Sojourner to get back to Earth, but that option is no longer available. You and the rest of the crew can do what you want, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” His transmission ended.

“Chip! Wait!” I was frustrated and confused. I pounded the consol. How could he honestly associate with them?

I went to Stron to reveal the discussion between Chip and myself. Stron was discouraged with Chip’s new alliance, but he wasn’t angry. As he put it, “Much dread to his body will pale to that of his soul.” However, the bad news didn’t stop there. Stron had more information to divulge.

“Alex, we thought Chip might be involved somehow, and your conversation with him seems to have confirmed this. We approached you and your crew on this issue for two reasons. First, when tracing the escape route of V, various sub-atomic signatures were detected. One was the Vlanco translators we provided for your crew. We could not pinpoint which translator it was but we knew neither the Vlancos or Negritee would have need for them, so we assumed it was from one of you.”

My mind flashed back over a week ago when Chip turned the consol over to me. “Chip had misplaced his translator. He must have had contact with V while we were with the Ancients.”

“Secondly,” Stron continued. “An ongoing investigation indicates that a secured area on Persus2 was breached, and most of the Tara 100 was absconded.”

I thought back to Chip’s story. “Umm. Wasn’t that the material that was highly unstable when it made contact with oxygen?”

“Quite so, Alex. Even a few grams, properly prepared, could cause a catastrophic chain reaction, if released into the atmosphere.”

“How catastrophic?” I asked with trepidation.

“I am unsure Alex. However, the latest estimates from our scientific advisors indicate that several hundred square miles of breathable air would be vanquished for all animals for several hours ... if they survived the explosion. If the Negritee can find a way to penetrate our shields, and if they have the Tara 100, there could be a great many deaths. Lives and opportunities to do the will of the Creator would be lost.”

“That’s one very dangerous element you let slip through your hands, Stron.”

“Yes it is, Alex. We were the ones who granted him access to the Tara 100 storage facility.”

Chip must have been a busy beaver, while we were away, but why would he do this? This was only getting worse. Then it dawned on me. “Wait a minute. You knew that Chip was the saboteur even before you confronted the crew, didn’t you, Stron?”

“We had good reason to believe that, Alex. However, we wanted to let you have every opportunity to dispute it.”

“You could have stopped him?”

“We needed full proof.”

My mouth hung open. “You, people, are, unbelievably naive.” I shook my head quickly a few times, to clear my mind and switched into problem solving mode. “At this point, I’m less concerned about Chip and more concerned about him blowing up the planet. What’s our next step? Chip is on a Negritee ship with a load of explosive contraband and the Negritee are approaching. I hope your defenses are as good as I‘ve been told they are.”

“We must wait, converse with the Creator, and wait.”

The rest of the crew’s attitude was somber and Tom was shaking his head in disgust. Tammy’s eyes started welling up, but she tried to keep the tears from coming. I was a little surprised—Shelby is the sensitive one. Was she concerned for the Vlancos?

I walked over to her and spoke softly. “What’s up Tammy?”

Tammy crossed her arms. “I don’t know Alex, I guess I’m going to miss his wise cracks is all.” she said sighing through her nose.

“I think we’re all disappointed in him. Even though he was a Prima-Dona.” I gave Tammy a one arm hug.

“Yeah.” she said, half smiling and wiping her eyes. “Man, this planet is turning me into an emotional wreck.”

“Hey, I know how you feel. Quin almost didn‘t make...” added Dale, before he caught himself. “Ah, nothing, never mind.” He quickly turned away from the group.

Shelby walk over to Dale. “Did you want to visit her again Dale?”

“Naw, maybe later. When all this ends.”

“Let me know if you want me to go with you.”

“Thanks Shelby, you’re a true friend.”

***

We didn’t have to wait long before further confrontation with the Negritee escalated. The High Commander of the Negritee fleet contacted the Vlancos, and said he wanted to discuss the violation of the Negritee/Vlanco space agreement. The meeting was a public viewing for all the Vlancos to see and hear.

The Preeminent of Onos stood his ground. “I do not see a violation of any kind, High Commander.”

“That is precisely why we need to discuss this, Preeminent,” the commander retorted curtly.

The preeminent was calm. “Do your discussions on treaty policy normally coincide with large numbers of space vessels approaching our star system?”

“It does when a spacecraft is absconded and our men are possibly tortured.”

“Tortured, High Commander? Come now, you know as well as I, who we are. There is no evidence for you to make such an accusation.”

The commander exploded. “That is why we need to meet for negotiations! Do you not understand me!”

The preeminent stayed calm. “I do not understand the importance for my physical presence during negotiations. A secure communication channel between us could be arranged, so as to allow you to continue conversations from your ship, Commander.”

The commander continued to boil. “You are avoiding personal negotiations, Preeminent! What are you hiding?!”

The preeminent took a deep breath. “Very well, Commander. Let us meet at the colony of the satellite Trepnet, and we can discuss this further.”

“Well done, Preeminent. We will encounter tomorrow, mid day. Send the coordinates to my assistant. Transmission terminated.”

The conversation was broadcasted to all parts of the Vlanco system—including us.

“Was there really a treaty violation?” I aked Stron.

“Alex, the Negritee have understood that all matters of treaty are superseded when a life is at risk. They have never acknowledged it. In their eyes, we stole a space vessel, and in ours, we saved your lives.”

I was baffled. “I can’t believe they would go to war over that.”

“They are not, Alex.” Stron stated with matter-of-factly.

“What do you mean, you just told me—”

“I said, they are threatening war over the issue of a stolen ship, but it is a Crimson Truth.”

“What’s a Crimson Truth?”

“Ah, yes. You are not familiar. Long ago, Alex, it was told that a child ate of the crimson fruit. It is a delicious red fruit that was once plentiful on Onos and a favorite dish of Vlancos. However, there is one side effect after eating the fruit. When one is confronted with the truth and they lie, the fruit has a fascinating biochemical reaction to the blood flow and brain functions, which causes the skin to turn red. Therefore, when it is an obvious lie, we have come to label it a Crimson Truth.”

“So in other words, you have no doubts they’re lying, and there is something else they have in mind.”

“Correct, Alex. They would not send so many vessels to have a discussion with us. It is not their nature to support their own kind in such a grand way.”

“Then why did the Preeminent agree to meet with him?”

“It is because they are a very unpredictable group of people, much more so than even you Earth people.”

I was slightly offended. “Thanks a lot.”

“We do not want to cause unnecessary violence by ignoring them. They would most likely cause undue carnage on less protected satellite colonies, if we did not meet with them. So it is to our advantage to try to accommodate.”

“Isn’t sending the preeminent risky? I would think that in a dangerous situation, you would send some sort of negotiator.”

“I do not understand, Alex. Do you think that the preeminent is more valuable then another?”

Was that a trick question? “I’m getting the feeling you don’t think he is.”

“Yes, Alex. He is important to us. However, he knows the risks he has to take, and we are all members of one another—no greater or lesser.”

“I guess courage is the norm for you guys, isn’t it?”

“Courage? Not quite, Alex. We believe when a society consistently sacrifices themselves for others, courage loses its prestige. When sacrifice is rarely practiced by a society, only then does courage cultivate itself into distinction. It would be more accurate for you to say that sacrifice is normal for us; and as far as I am concerned, a privilege.”

The Vlancos continue to amaze me. Heroics are just an everyday event for the every-day guy. Who knows, maybe they were right. If more people sacrificed themselves for others, it wouldn‘t be thought of as a big deal. Either way, it was the Negritee who would sell his own mother for power, which is why I was sure the high commander had something deadly up his sleeve.

Another thing that bothered me was something Chip had said earlier. Why would he receive the high status and power from the Negritee, just for stealing the Tara 100. They couldn’t have time to use it as a weapon, or even use it on the powerful defensive shielding the Vlancos possess. There has got to be something else that I have missed.

Tom peered at me intently. “Alex, what’s up? I can tell by that look, something’s up.”

I came close. “Tom, when did you leave Chip to come here.”

“About two hours ago, why?

“Do you think he had time to get his belongings together, record an automated note, and find a way up to a Negritee ship in that time?”

“It would be tough, even for Chip.”

I snapped my fingers. “Ya know what, Tom. I don’t think he even left the planet. I think he’s still around on Onos somewhere.”

“Maybe,” said Tom. “But why?”

“I’m not sure yet, but I know he’s around.” I turned around. “What do you think, Stron?”

Stron nodded and paused a moment. “We should not be foolish to ignore that possibility, Alex. I will send word to scan for him.”

Moments later a loud booming explosion was heard nearby. Within seconds, another explosion was heard. And farther in the distant, still another. The lights in the building dimmed briefly, and Stron ran to a console. He strode back to inform us of the situation.

Stron looked pale. “Alex, I have just received word that Field Generators on Onos and Donos have been sabotaged by a cascading triggering program affecting the main reactors. We can not stop the sequential destruction of our defensive shielding.”

My heart began to pump faster. “I suspect that’s not good.”

Stron clasped his hands together and took a deep breath. “Our greatest military strength has now become our greatest weakness. “You will have to excuse me. I must attend to military conditions. Please remember our previous offer to you and your crew Alex.”

This was the first time I had seen such a massive man, so vulnerable. He bowed and walked toward some other military advisors just arriving. I and my crew stood shocked and aimless.

“I guess there’s no doubt Chip is the cause of the explosions,” said Tom.

“I’m more than sure your right,” I said,

Shelby had a sympathetic frown. “Even Chip wouldn’t do something that terrible ... would he?”

I put my hand to my aching head. “I think Chip may have gone off the deep end on this one, guys. And if it was him, this would be the perfect diversion he would need, to escape.”

While we were talking, Dale came over to us with more confirmation. “Guys, guess what. I overheard a soldier reporting to the Advisors that a stolen Sphere was just launched.”

Tom hit my chest with the back of his hand. “Would you shut up. Every time you say something bad is going to happen, it does. Tell us something to stop Chip.”

I just stood there, shaking my head, blinking slowly. “I wish I could.”

World of Good - Chapter 16

Chapter 16

“The Ancients...”

The animals were taken to a grazing corral, while we were led to a receiving area that was plain yet comfortable. As we waited, Dale and Tammy nosed around, while Tom and Shelby discussed her conversation with Tragu. I looked for a communications port to learn more of their culture, but found none. In fact, as I inspected the room, there were no technical devices anywhere. It was as if we were at an old hunting lodge in the back woods. Eventually, a green skinned fellow, wearing a Triclet, entered the room. He was older, wearing the traditional linen garb that many of the Vlancos wore.

“Greetings, my friends from Earth. It is a pleasure to have you in our company. My name is Anon. I will be your mentor during your stay.”

“Hello,” I said bowing. I pointed to each of my crew. “This is Tom, Shelby, Tammy, and Dale.”

Anon returned the bow. “I am pleased to meet each of you, I am sure we will learn much from one another.”

“Chip is another member of the crew. However, he had some research back at our ship and wasn’t able to make it,” I added.

“I see. We will miss him then.”

“Speak for yourself,” Tammy mumbled.

Anon didn’t seem to hear her. “Tragu is the son of my generations. He told me you wish to participate in the expected battle. It is my task to assist you in this preparation.”

“Tragu is related to you?” I questioned.

“Yes, he visits me quite often. Now back to the task at hand. To be forthright, there is little physical training involved. More metaphysical training, involving the understanding of the messenger and the Creator, which I am sure you have heard about by now. And finally, whether or not you have passed through.”

“I remember that stuff from the security Advisor,” Dale said, recalling his incarceration.

I looked back at Dale and then to the Advisor and it dawned on me this wasn‘t going to be an ordinary military battle development class. “By metaphysical, do you mean there will be no military training at all?”

“Not in the regular sense of the word, Alex.”

I was getting less and less impressed with their ‘training.’ “Can you give us a minute to confer with one another?”

“Yes. By all means.”

I huddled the crew together. “Guys, I think this has to do with religion, not battle techniques, are you up to it.”

“Up to what? said Tom. What does this have to do with the imminent war with the Negritee?”

Tammy crossed her arms and scowled. “I knew it was some sort of cult thing.”

Dale was more optimistic. “I don’t know what these guys are up to, but they’ve always made sense before. I wouldn’t mind listening.”

“Dale, you are such a pushover! You’d follow lemmings if they were here,” said Tammy.”

I wasn’t in the mood for a unanimous agreement. “Listen guys, you can stay or go, but whatever you do, make a decision now. I want us to be in this together. If we’re lucky, maybe they’ll teach us ESP or magic tricks or who knows what.”

Tammy relented. “Good point, Alex.”

“Thank you, Tammy...”

“Or you may be going off the deep end,” she added curtly.

I gave a pained squint and dropped my head in frustration.

Tom surrendered. “Okay, okay. I’ll give it a try.”

“Tom!” challenged Tammy.

“What! We just traveled two days on Cahu. I don’t intend to turn right around now.”

Tammy threw up her hands and turned away. “Fine, let‘s get it over with.”

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked.

“I said fine,” murmured Tammy.

“What?”

“Fine,” she repeated louder.

“What? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“I SAID FINE!!” she shouted, “DID YOU HEAR THAT!” she starred at me, square in the face eyes fixed.

I didn’t move. Behind me, I heard Dale say “touchy aren’t we.” After a few very long seconds, all the air seemed to come out of her and she dropped her shoulders.

Tammy gave in. “Okay, let’s get this over with.

I reached out and lightly squeezed her shoulders. I spoke quietly. “Tammy, I’m not going to let them brainwash us or anything. Be on your guard. If anything gets out of hand, we can bail out at anytime...” I stood up to look at the rest of the crew. “But come on guys, it’s highly unlikely something strange is going to happen. You’ve spent time with them. Their like pussy cats.”

I saw Shelby standing to the side, quietly studying us, deep in thought. She’s been acting a little strange ever since we landed on this planet. I walked back over to fill in Anon of our decision to learn more, but reminded him that we must have full control over whether or not we continue. He agreed and led us back to what looked like a lecture auditorium.

Shelby, please be seated in the adjacent room. I would like to talk to your companions separately,” said the Ancient.

Shelby approached the opening to the bordering room, gave us a smile and went in.

“Why is she being separated from the rest of us?” I asked Anon.

“She understands who the Creator is, Alex,” he said matter-of-factly.

I couldn’t help but challenge him. “How do you know? You just met her.”

“We know that Alex. You will have to trust me on this.”

I knew it! That’s what it was Stron saw in Shelby. “When you say that Shelby understands the Creator, I’m assuming you don’t think the rest of us do. I’m a Catholic and know a hell of a lot more than you think. The church I go to isn’t weird. It’s stable, and helps out the community.”

Anon sighed. “Alex, how did you become a member of your assembly?”

“Well, they said I had to go through some classes and traditional ceremonies, either that or I couldn’t marry my wife.”

“Did they ask you about your inner host?”

“I assume you mean my heart. Yes, they mentioned Jesus died for the sins of the world and even though I didn’t understand it all they accepted me anyway, as long as I kept the sacraments of course. But not Holy Orders—that was for Priests, and I certainly didn’t want to be a priest.”

“Alex, wait a moment. Before you continue, I would like to suggest that instead of thinking about what is important to you, try to think about what is important to the Creator.”

“I do...I help others, and when I screw-up I go to confession.”

“Those are admirable actions, Alex. However, does your sacrifice to assist others truly come from within?”

I know I was getting sucked in, but I couldn’t help it. “Well I can’t just rely on how I ‘feel within,’ so I use my mind. My life has rules, and I follow them.”

Anon continued to stay calm. “Alex, I am glad you use your intellect to try and separate your emotions when making decisions. However I do not believe it is possible…they are brothers that never stray from one another. But my intended question is not your emotions, but your inner host, your spirit.”

This was getting tiring. “Listen, if we are getting ready to go into battle, why is it so important that you are so concerned with the integrity of a person!”

“It is because you are what you believe, Alex. You show your faith by what you do. Your actions indicate your belief system. How one contributes one’s abilities to the community defines how the community will function as a whole.”

“What if I didn’t produce for the good of the community? Am I supposed to feel guilty, if I making a mistake I didn’t do on purpose? Are you going to hold it against me, or forgive me?”

“Would you like me to release you of your actions?”

“Sure. I’m not a saint.”

“It would be a simple escape to suggest that you made a mistake and we forgive you. However, deep inside your heart you have ingrained that which is important to you. Thus, you behave in a way that is a ‘mistake.’ Now, how can we be sure you will change for the better? Isn’t it more difficult to discontinue future ‘mistakes’ after you have done a wrong, then to never have wronged at all.”

“That sounds like a lot of subconscious mumbo jumbo. I think that you make a few mistakes here and there and it’s just a part of being human.”

“Maybe it is a part of being an Earth Human, but as a Vlanco, we believe that you don’t need to make mistakes. You can achieve perfection, not only for a brief moment in time, but also for many, many years. However,” he said coming closer to me, eyes fixed on mine, “do not think you can do it on your own power.”

He paused to let that soak in.

“And?” I said, impatiently.

“You must be close to the Creator for you to accomplish it. It is an intertwining relationship between the physical and the metaphysical, the seen and the unseen. He provides the power for you to accomplish the needed goals as long as you subject your will to His. Otherwise you are operating on your own imperfect power, which will direct your life into unpredictable consequences. Therefore, by letting go of what you desire, you allow the Creator’s desires to develop you into what you were meant to be.”

“Okay, then tell us what to do so we can be perfect.”

“You keep thinking of what you should do, based either on yours or my solutions. To truly understand what your essence is, you must move beyond your physical senses toward a world that which is not seen. That is where the true aspect of the Creator is. To understand what you must do you must first get close to Him through communication…the way we are talking now, but only in your mind and heart.”

“But I’ve tried praying and I’ve never heard anything from Him. I’ve learned that things happen regardless of my prayers. Sometimes good things happen and sometimes bad things happen. I don’t buy into the idea that I can manipulate God by praying for it. He’s going to do what he thinks is best, not because I talked to him.”

I was getting caught up in the whole discussion and almost forgot about the rest of the crew listening in. Nevertheless, they seemed to be just as involved and waited for the outcome of our conversation/debate.

Anon persisted. “In your mind, it may seem that there is no logic to what occurs in life...tragedy, joy, senseless death, peace, war, and so on. However, this is only because one hasn’t the understanding of the Creator’s plan. And we understand it less when we are distant from Him, and understand it more when we are close to Him.” He paused to think. He rub his chin, and look at the ground, then turned to speak to all of us. “Would you like me to offer an analogy?”

“Why not?” I asked unenthusiastically.

Your understanding of events does not happen instantly, much like when you were a child, learning your own language took many months to acquire understanding. You learn the symbols used for building words and then words used to build sentences, and finally sentences with complex meaning. That is how understanding the Creator is. We are like children, expressing our concerns to him and as time elapses, so does our understanding and our requests. Therefore, do not expect the Creator’s knowledge to drop into your lap. Stay close to him and he will enlighten you with wisdom. Wisdom which enables you to know how to talk and know Him and His will, better.”

Dale interrupted, “Yeah, I see what you mean. If the Creator made everything, then he’s got to be smart enough to know how to help us comprehend the things in the Universe. What I don’t get is—what does all this have to do with the impending doom from the Negritee?”

“Dale, I have been alive 474 years. How old are you?”

“Um 32, 33 in two weeks.”

“Do you have more knowledge and understanding than a Five-year-old Earth child?”

“Yes, of course.”

“How much knowledge and understanding do you think I might have over you?” Anon's face was strong and unyielding, calm and compassionate.

Dale crossed his arms and puckered his lips. He gazed at the ceiling. “Um, more than a little?” he said, trying to deflect Anton's attention.

“Yes Dale,” he chuckled. “More than a little. Now realize that I am only 474 years old and the Creator is infinite in age. I am but a small child in His eyes. Although I have only been talking to him for over 450 years and met the Messenger when I was 52, believe me when I say that speaking with the Creator is an essential element to the impending doom from the Negritee.”

We suddenly were all silent, recognizing the respect Anon deserved. Debating someone with his knowledge would be futile, and we realized that it would be better to listen as much as possible, from now on.

It was time for me to concede. “I think we’ll take your word for what you have said, but what do expect from us then?”

“Follow, me,” he said walking toward the exit.

We followed him to a room with several Vlanco people sitting and enjoying each other’s company. They looked up and greeted us from a distance. He led us to some seats on the outer wall and asked us to sit.

Anon stepped back. “It is just about time for my friends and me to be in-touch with one another. Please observe. I will be with you afterwards.”

They started to form a circle and arranged themselves comfortably in a seated position. In came Shelby with another Ancient. She glanced at us briefly and smiled as they directed her to sit in the circle.

“What the....” Dale started to say, just as the lighting dimmed slightly.

Things got serious when the lights dimmed and they closed their eyes. They started humming with hands on their legs. Eventually they reached out toward one another, touching each other’s fingertips. Shelby seemed to fit right in, but the rest of us felt stiff in our seats, awkwardly glancing at each other for feedback. As time went by, and we got more comfortable. I felt a tingling sensation in the room. I noticed Tammy rubbing her arms perplexed. It was a very content feeling, like goose bumps, but with a soothing warmth. After awhile, the humming changed into quiet, verbal speech. I couldn’t make out what they were saying. But just as I was making out the words, everything ceased and they opened their eyes. Shelby was grinning from ear to ear. They stood up and milled about as if nothing happened, but it was obvious from Shelby something had.

Shelby walked over to us with Anon. “I am so young,” she said with embarrassment. “There are children on this planet with more maturity than me.”
“What do you mean Shelby,” I said.

“When I was ‘in-touch,’ as they call it, I connected with all of the Vlanco people who were in-touch at the same time. There is a one-ness that is hard to explain, but it is a spiritual energy that gives me some sort of insight. It wasn’t like I was communicating...more like, I just knew things, or things came to me that I hadn’t thought of before. It was—oh it’s too hard to explain,” she said in frustration.

“As we in the Vlanco system are in-touch, we acquire much strength and power, given by the Creator,” claimed Anon. “It was fortunate we had Shelby present, so she could help bridge the credibly between you and us.” he put his arm around Shelby and gave her a quick squeeze. “Come, let us continue our conversation in the other room.”

As we walked, Anon directed the conversation back to me again. “Alex, it seems your friends at your assembly on Earth, may actually have done you a disservice by accepting you into their membership.”

“Why do you say that? I thought they were very loving to accept me in.”

“They may have had good intentions. Let us sit and I will tell you an old story, told to me when I was young.”

We sat down and got comfortable, in their cushions. He stood up, posing, as if he was going to act it out.

“I hope you don’t mind me exercising some animation. It gives me pleasure to describe events with my actions.”

“No, go ahead,” I encouraged.

“Many years ago a young man wanted to travel to a small village, far away.” He reached outward to the opposite wall, then cupped his hands together. “The village was known for its special waters that rejuvenate people, extending health and age.”

We could see he was enjoying this, and I guess for us, it was cheap entertainment.

“There were two routes available for him to take: the easy, enjoyable route through the forest and meadows, or the dangerous, difficult route through the desert. However, it was told that to prepare himself properly for the waters to be effective, he should travel through the desert—even though many have died taking that path. He decided to take the safer route, and when he found plenty of food available, it only confirmed in his mind that he had made the proper decision. Many days passed when he finally found the village and its special water at the rare spring. But upon swallowing the water, his stomach could not tolerate the liquid. He decided to try some of the water from other sources and had no problems adjusting. The people were kind and accepted him into the community, so he decided to stay. As the months wore on, he continued to test the special water every now and then, but his stomach could not adapt to it. Nevertheless, he learned to love the people and live with them, and accepted the fact that his health didn’t have the vitality like the rest of the people. What he never learned, was to survive by going through the desert, one would have to drink the waters from the soil rich in special compounds. These compounds would change his body chemistry, giving him the ability to accept the special waters. What is sad, is that he realized, too late, that drinking ordinary water had little affect on the level of his health. If he had taken the difficult route through the desert, he would have had a long and healthy life.”

Anon finished his story, with accompanying gestures, then bowed. “What do you think, my friends? How did I do? It was completely improvised.” He grinned like a child coming off stage.

“Yeah, it was good,” “Sure,” “No, it was fine,” commented the crew.

“Thank you. More importantly, do you understand my message?”

Tom offered his two cents. “It seems to me that if they were really kind, they would have sent him back to go through the desert.”

“That is true Tom, but many of us find it difficult to be persuaded to re trace our steps when it seems obvious we have found what we were looking for.”

“Why didn’t they just tell him to leave and tell him why?” asked Dale.

“Dale, the obvious answer is not always the most beneficial answer. Many times we take the path of comfort, rather than facing difficulties and opening wounds too painful to bear. And many times, we will not obey the advice from others, particularly if we are not willing to convince ourselves. I am sure Alex would have found it difficult to postpone his marriage, while he analyzed whether or not to be a member of that assembly you call church.”

“So are you saying that I should have learned some deep meanings from my hard times before I accepted the membership of my church?” I questioned.

“That is a portion of what I am saying. What is essential, is not only learning from difficulties in life, but also resolving them and preparing for the conflicts that may lie ahead of us, rather than taking the easy route.”

He examined each one of us, slowly, with a solemn look. “To be successful in life, we need to believe what we do, and do what we believe…remember this. I know you are not cowards, because you have journeyed into outer space, and into unknown territory. However, true bravery occurs when one journeys to the inner space of our souls. Are you Earth people brave enough for that? Because to allow the Creator to speak to us, we must be able to receive his insight.”

We sat there, scratching our heads. We looked around to one another, waiting for someone to speak first.

I spoke up first. “Honestly, Anon one, I don’t know if I am ready to face some of my ghosts.”

“I might be, if I had more time,” said Dale.

Tammy and Tom didn’t say a word.

“Although this is not an easy step to take, it is a simple thing to accomplish. Facing your ghosts really has little to do with knowing the Creator. The greatest difficulty is the patterns of behavior ingrained within. Fears such as, being uncomfortable, or making changes, or maybe being thought less of. Nevertheless, the Creator is ominous and caring to all, and understands these things.”

“I’m sure He does,” sighed Tammy. “But I don’t know if I’m ready for this spiritual stuff.”

A pregnant pause filled the room. Anon sat back and considered her words…or maybe he was just buying some time for effect.

“It is quite astounding how you Earth people are so consternated about making decisions. Is it not less painful to consider your alternatives and follow through with you judgment, than to wade through pain?”

Anon started smiling but pulled it back before he broke out laughing at us. He caught himself and straightened up. “Excuse me, if I have offended thee. This is to be considered a joyful event in our culture. As you can see, such fears are confusing to me.” With a kind pat of his hand on my shoulder, he addressed me. “I admire how your crew bonds together Alex, but I believe it best that you allow your crew to make an individual assessment rather than do this as a group.”

As Anon spoke, it became clear to me Dale was right. I am a mother trying to keep all my chicks together. It must be my middle child syndrome. I’ve tried to make us all happy and keep us together to do the same thing and it was making none of us happy. My crew was giving me the evil eye, or so it seemed. I relinquished by agreeing with Anon that an individual assessment was necessary.

“Go ahead Tammy, if you want to go, just meet us back at the ship in a few days.”

“Woohoo!” she said as she danced a little jig. Then she caught her exuberance. “I mean thanks Alex, I appreciate your flexibility,” she said, poised and proper, hands resting in front of her.”

“Now Tammy, if you change your mind—”

“Nope, I’m just fine,” she interrupted.

“Yeah, but if you—”

“Nope, it’s okay, Alex, I’m a-goin,’ she said, sashaying like a boxer.”

I closed my eyes, shook my head quickly, and turned to the others.

“Anyone else?” I questioned.

Tom tried to sound like he was being helpful. “Yeah, me too. I mean... she’s going to need an escort back, isn‘t she?”

“Dale? Shelby?” I asked.

Shelby gave me a you’ve-got-to-be-kidding scowl.

Dale looked back at Tammy for a second, looking for advice. She just gave him a blank stare and shrugged her shoulders. He pulled Tammy aside and I heard him whisper. “Didn’t your feel those goose bumps, when we were in that prayer meeting?”

“Yeah, but I get an upset stomach when I eat hot peppers. So what?”

“Never mind,” he conceded. Dale turned to the group. “Well, I’m staying. It’s going to be a lot more interesting here, than hanging around the ship, postulating theories.”

I came close to Tammy and Tom. “Well then, it’s settled. I would appreciate you two helping Chip on his progress…if there is any.”

“Sure, no problem,” said Tammy.

And with that Tammy and Tom got their gear together and met up with Tragu at the entrance for their trip back.

***

Later when we emerged from the training with Anon, we understood exactly what role the Vlancos had to play in the conflict with the Negritee. Dale had taken the step of passing through. But I still wasn’t ready (or willing). I did consider what Anon had told me about changing defective behavior. I also needed to reconsider what I believe in and live by it, instead of just living and making up the rules as I go. He said I couldn’t change my behavior without guidance from the Messenger. Lots of advice…good?

I wouldn’t mind living on a world like Onos. One that actively strives for perfection, instead of passively hoping for it. It seems that I have so restricted my mind to what it could be, I have accepted less. If I choose, I could move from an erratic, inconsistent life, to a consistent one full of a World of Good. I pulled out the Triclet that Anon gave me and examined it. It was really a beautiful ornament...but beauty doesn‘t adequately describe its significance. Its real significance was symbolizing the balance to live with our ethics and integrating them into our minds, bodies, and souls.

World of Good - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

“...the journey...”

Motioning to some military personnel, Stron called out, “Tragu!” A muscular, olive-green skinned Vlanco jogged over to us and bowed briefly to Stron and our group.

“Yes, Advisor. How can I assist?”

“Tragu, I would like you to take the Earth people to the Ancients. You grew up in the area, and are well suited for the journey. Is that acceptable to you?” Stron asked graciously.

It impressed me how a high ranking advisor would ask a man to do his duty instead of ordering him to do it.

Tragu bowed his head. “Yes, Advisor. I would be honored. I will prepare for the trip immediately.”

I had my own questions. “Who are these ancients, Stron? Are they going to train us in some way?”

“Yes Alex, they are the only ones best suited for this situation. Tragu will guide you to their community. After you leave the periphery of the city, you will travel by Cahu for a couple of days, because standard transportation is not scheduled to extend out that distance.”

“What is a Cahu?”

“It is a very valuable and well-mannered animal, Alex. It assists us in just these circumstances. You will see soon enough. In the meantime, Tragu will help you prepare for the trip, so if you do not have any further questions for me, I suggest you direct all questions to him.”

I looked over at Tragu, who had his hands clasped behind his back, in an at-ease position, with the usual Vlanco smile. I bowed with my hands together. “Thank you. We‘ll do our best, Stron.”

“Alex, you may be surprised for what awaits you, it will take much courage. Your best may not be enough.” Stron bowed and left.

I stood dumbfounded. What did he mean by that?

Tom pulled me to the side by the arm, “Why can’t we just take one of the spherical vehicles...I mean, days? Considering the urgency, going by animal seems a little silly.”

“I don’t know, Tom, maybe they have vehicles allotted for something else, maybe they have some special religious significance in it, I don’t know. But what I do know, is that we have to trust these people. And if they say go by Cahu or yahoo, that’s what we’ll do. Consider this another one of the unpredictable adventures you and I always seem to fall into.”

Tom gave a puff. “Yeah, right, let‘s do that. It better not be like a horse. I‘m not a cowboy.”

“I know, I know,” I reassured. “Let’s go with the flow.”

We picked up our belongings and climbed into a transport pod. There was the typical hiking and camping type equipment—no frills. As we traveled to the outskirts of the city, I noticed a group of people and some animals waiting for us. They were handling some large beasts; sort of a cross between a camel and a horse. As Tragu packed our gear on the animals, we examined the animals. They were very peaceful and gentle…and smart. Tammy had left her pack open on the ground and one of them went over to inspect it. When Tammy tried to pick it up, the animal kept turning around so it could search the pack with its nose, while keeping Tammy at bay. When she eventually got around the animal, it started nuzzling her, while sliding the pack with its hoof. They were curious, sly, and friendly, all rolled up in one.

Tammy showed no fear. She promptly jumped up on the animals neck, with her legs wrapped around its shoulders, and gave it a big kiss. The cahu stepped back in surprise. Shelby was a little repulsed, but the rest of us laughed. Tammy knew how to get the animal’s mind off her pack.

The remainder of the day was used up learning about the animals. In the evening, we made camp and prepared for the next day. Shelby and I sat by the fire and I began to reminisce.

I threw a stick in the fire. “This moment reminded me of the time I camped with my family in a Multifunctional Van. After dad got off work, the family would pack everything into the van and find a distant spot in the desert, and set up camp. Setting up camp went quick, because the sides of the van would hinge out so that the sides became the roof. Then the portable screens would extend from the top down to the ground, so that the vehicle became a durable tent-like structure. Mom and dad got dibs on the bed in the main area, while us kids had the bunks that extended out from the base of the van to the screens. My brother and I would talk till the wee hours in the morning. Mom and dad would shut their section off so they could have some privacy. I can recall looking up at the clarity of the stars to dream of going into outer space, like the first Mars team.”

Shelby smiled. “I was too young to remember the Mars team.”

“Not long after that, they developed the Antimatter propulsion space vehicles. I signed up for training to be a pilot—just like my dad.”

“Did your kids get to enjoy camping with you?” Shelby inquired.

“No, they didn’t have the opportunity, because they were with me on the first Mars colony and that in itself was camping. Although they saw the stars every night, they couldn’t take in the night breeze and all the smells that it brought with it, like I did when I was a kid.”

“I just now noticed that round scar on your hand, where did you get that...or is it a birthmark?”

“Where? Oh that,” I remembered, as I turned my right hand so the light from the fire would illuminate it. “Man was I stupid.”

“What?” she said, prodding me on.

“When I was about ten, I was playing with a campfire, just like I’m doing now, but there was a difference. I was playing with plastic straws. I would start them on fire and watch them burn that black smoke plastic makes, and drip its melted ooze off the end. As it dribbled off, it had a fascinating sound that was intriguing. Needles to say, it dripped right on top of my skin. I can still feel it.” I rubbed my hand.

She cringed. “Ouch!”

“What about you? Did you camp much?”

“Hardly at all. We did do some hiking, but my dad and mom were both scientists, and their idea of a vacation was going to the latest symposium on our intergalactic travels. Which, in many ways is probably why I went into space. It gets under your skin, sort of like that burning plastic.”

I chuckled. “Good one. Well, I’m glad you did. In my opinion, you’re the best navigator in the solar system.”

“Thanks, Alex.” I could see she appreciated the compliment and decided to see if she would be open to a little scheme I had brewing.

“Shelby? Could you do me a favor and find out what we are in for and where we are headed. They don‘t want to offer any information about where we‘re going, but the Advisor took a shine to you, back at the complex. Maybe you’ll have a better chance at finding out what the mystery is all about.”

“Sure, no problem Alex, I really enjoy being with these people. I‘ll try to get Tragu to open up about it tomorrow.” She re-directed her attention to the night sky.

It was full of stars, planets and several moons, many at different points in the sky, some bigger, some brighter. It was fascinating to see a sky with this astronomical configuration. I looked over at her, wondering what it was that the Advisor saw in her. I’d find out soon enough.

The next day was nothing special. We mounted our animals and were on our way. The cahu knew how to adjust their gait to how we sat. The weather was dry and so was the ground. Small desert animals scurried around us, keenly aware to keep their distance. Tom and I speculated about the Negritee and the possible aggressive responses they may make toward the Vlanco system. We bobbed up and down on the animals. Tragu and Shelby were in the lead. Shelby had made a point to ride next to him and so far seemed to be enjoying herself. I couldn’t make out words, but Shelby moved from a serious conversation at one moment to laughter the next. Good. If anyone can wriggle into someone's life, it’s Shelby.

Tammy and Tom seemed to be bored with our little adventure. Dale held up the rear, trying to spear one of the desert animals with a stick he sharpened the night before. In the distance, some purple and red round hills closed in on us. I estimated we would be there in a day.

That night, while Dale was out setting traps or something, and Tragu was making some safety inspection rounds outside of camp, the rest of us gathered around to hear what Shelby found out.

Shelby’s eyes were wide, as if she were telling a spooky story. “The ancients are very old and fortunate people. The only two requirements to be an Ancient are that you lived through the Great Battle, and that you met the Messenger. They are more than 400 years old and were around when the Great Battle occurred.”

Tammy scoffed. “Well then, it doesn’t sound like we are going to party much, with these old guys, does it?”

“Are they really over 400 years old?” I asked.

“That’s what I was told. Remember, Chip said they controlled the aging process. So that may have some bearing on why they’re still alive.”

I leaned close. “They must have a wealth of knowledge. I wonder what they could know that we couldn’t get back at the military complex? Tragu must be holding something back from us. Was there anything else, Shelby?”

“Tragu didn‘t offer any information about how they were going to prepare us. Most of our conversation was about his life, family, and friends.”

“Alex,” Tom said, “I hope were not going on a wild goose chase, because I still think tactical, military defensive planning back at the complex is where we are best suited.”

“Maybe so Tom, but the Vlancos think this is where we need to be.”

“You better hope so,” warned Tom.

Tammy had moved farther away from the group, huddled by herself. She sat with her chin on her knees, arms wrapped around her bare shins, and starred into the fire. Shelby walked over to her to strike up a private conversation.

Shelby stood over her. “Tammy, is everything alright?”

Tammy’s eyes shifted from the fire up to Shelby. “No, Shelby. It’s not you. I heard you talking about family. You had a close relationship with your brother and sisters. I was a discarded orphan, stuck with drug addicted foster parents…not the most nurturing family.”

“But you have so much energy. We’re all envious of that.”

Tammy grunted. “Yeah, that’s me. Most of it is just a cover for what I missed as a kid.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, but I can handle it, I’m a big girl.” There was a pause as they looked at the fire. “Don’t worry, Shelby. I’ve accepted my parent’s inadequacies and moved on.”

“Hmm, well, I appreciate you.”

Tammy eyed Shelby. “Oh?”

“No, I really mean it. I wish I had spunk like you.” Shelby was authentic.

Tammy nodded. “Thanks. I appreciate that. And thanks for asking about me. But don’t think this entitles you to have me in your worship group.”

“No, Tammy. Like you said, you’re a big girl. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you when you should come.” Shelby turned to leave.

“What do you mean, when. Don’t you mean if?” Tammy challenged.

“We’ll see,” said Shelby, in a spooky voice. “We’ll see.”

Tammy shook her head and watched Shelby creep back to the other side of the fire.

“Whoa! Look at this, guys!” Dale said, tugging on something behind the bushes, just beyond the flickering of the fire. He tugged and tugged, until his lasso revealed what looked like an eight-legged raccoon. Apparently, Dale had collected sticks to create a makeshift ’rodent trap.’ Little did Dale know, this one would work. As he pulled the creature into view. It climbed up the base of a tree and clung to it. What was fascinating, was how it changed color to match the tree. See what I’m talking about; to disguise itself, it changes color at will.”

“Does it bite?” questioned Shelby, stepping backward with caution.

“I don’t know Shelby? Why don’t you try to pet it and find out,” replied Dale, trying to get control of the animal.

“Ha! I will if you will,” she said, defiantly.

“What’s the commotion about,” said Tragu, walking in on the conversation.

Shelby pointed at Dale. “Dale caught this chameleon/raccoon/spider lookin’ thing, and he wants me to see if it bites.”

“I didn’t say ‘see if it bites,’ I said ‘pet it and find out.’”

Shelby stepped back. “Either way, I’m not going to stick my hand anywhere near that thing.”

“Excuse me, my friends,” Tragu interrupted, “This is a Spamoon. It is truly a harmless creature. In fact I think it is in more danger from us, than we are from it.”

He immediately walked over to the creature and scooped it up from the base of the tree. As he pulled on the animal, it clung tightly with its claws, making it difficult to break it free. Nevertheless, when the creature realized it was no match for Tragu, it clung to his arm instead. It wrapped itself tightly and turned a smooth olive green color. The animal disappeared. It looked like Tragu had a growth on his arm, instead of a spamoon. We laughed at the spectacle, and eventually, walked over to inspect it. Tammy was the first to examine it. As she did, it moved to evade her poking and prodding.

“Hey, quit poken’ it,” said Dale, “you might hurt it.

“I’m not going to hurt it,” she said, shortly.

“Well, I found it, and I think you’re being rough with it.

“Fine, Mr. Expert. See if you can get it off his arm.”

Tragu held it out, like a proud father with a baby, barely containing his laughter at us. Dale stroked it a couple of times, and it started to make a noisy purring sound. In a moment, the animal’s grip loosened and it fell into Dale’s hands. He turned to Tammy pompous grin, and cradled it like a baby.

Tammy scowled. “Oh I can’t believe your luck! I could have done it.”

“Well not this time, babe,” Dale said, with a wink. “Hey, Tragu. Do you think I could keep it?”

“We normally do not interfere with wildlife, Dale. But if it attracts itself to you by the time we reach the Ancients, we could make an exception.”

“It’s not against some endangered species thing is it?” Dale asked.

Tragu shook his head. “We let nature take its own course on whether species, would be considered endangered or not. We take many precautions not to interfere with their existence. We have no particular policy on keeping another species, except to allow it the healthiest opportunity for a healthy, content life.”

Dale looked down at the animal, which by this time, was practically falling asleep. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll baby it a little and see if it takes to me. Otherwise, it was nova to find it.”

“You have quite a report with it,” said Shelby.

“Oh, come on!” Tom blustered. “It’s just a goofy little fur-ball. It’s not a pet. We’ve got more important things to deal with that this.”

Dale gave Tom a scowl and rocked it a couple more times, then gently set it down. “I never had a pet before,” he muttered.

It sat rigidly, while the rest of us gathered around and took turns to pet it. After a moment, it seemed to calm down. The little creature hung around the campfire and searched for food, as we talked. Dale kept one eye on the spamoon, most likely hoping it would stay.

The next day, as we were moving out from the camp, I could see Dale, in the rear, leaving crumbs of food on the ground. The hills we were traveling toward, loomed closer and closer. The first time I saw the hills, they had more of a violet hue to them, but as we neared them, they changed to a reddish brown. There were many boulders bunched up together, like someone had purposely scrunched them into a big pile. Tragu informed me that thousands of years ago, the ground was considered very porous. It was believed that the rocks were spit up from the ground, in globular contours during volcanic activity, much like a kid would blow bubbles from a bubble-pipe.

Tragu was an impressive guide. While the rest of us were riding on the Cafu, he was trotting along on foot. He had the choice to ride like the rest of us, but besides his prayer time in the mornings, and readings at night, he made sure he kept in top physical condition. Tragu is a living example of what Taron called ‘balance between knowledge, physical, and inner host.’

By the afternoon, we entered a series of sculpted stones on each side of a wide pathway. At first view, they seemed rudimentary in quality. However, as we passed by, it seemed that they were intentionally plain, simple, and clean lines.

Tragu looked up to me as I rode. “We will be entering the Ancient inner perimeter shortly, Alex.”

“Good.” I said trying to sound cheerful. I pointed to the sculptured stones. “Tragu, what are those stones all about?”

“They are memorials to the life of the founding fathers of our faith, Alex.”

“Founding Fathers of your faith,” I chuckled. “That’s a mouthful. What did they do?”

“Each stone has a story of its own. Most of them are related to a miracle, giving evidence of the Creator’s existence and power.”

I looked at the long pathway. “That’s a lot of miracles.”

“That it is, Alex. that it is,” he said, proudly. “Alex, as we near the entrance, be prepared for the harmonics. It is an uncomfortable natural phenomenon that will no doubt surprise you.”

“Prepare in what way Tragu?”

“Prepare by being aware of the surroundings, Alex. That is all.”

I instructed the rest of the crew to be prepared. We could see the entrance now and it was immense. It was one boulder with an opening through it, like two thirds of a donut—ten stories high. As we neared the entrance, it sounded like there was a light breeze whistling through the trees, and yet no wind. Tragu suggested we dismount for safety reasons, and we obliged. Walking closer, the volume increased from a mild breeze to a rushing whirlwind...still nothing was felt. Then came the harmonics. It was as if, from a distant, far off place, five different horns could be heard. The closer we cam to the entrance the louder the harmonics were. Soon the horn’s volume changed to large trucks blaring down on us, all mixed with this rushing wind sound. Shelby became dizzy and her legs wobbled. Tom ran to her, and grasped her hip with his arm, his other arm pulling his cafu. The rest of the crew was squinting and squirming and moving as quickly as possible to get through the event. As we crossed the threshold of the entrance it ended abruptly, and we all shook our heads in relief.

“That was the worst harmonizing I have ever heard,” said Dale, giving Tragu the evil eye.

“Ha, Ha! I warned you my friends,” said Tragu grinning, as if nothing eventful happened. “This way, to the receiving area.”

“You can’t just leave us hanging, tell us why this ‘harmonics’ thing exists in the first place,” Dale whined.

“One position holds that it is a Holy Place, where the Creator breaths his spirit to remind us of his presence, Dale. Another position holds that it is the mineral deposits and the geometric configuration of the rock formation, which is the cause. The question we must ask ourselves is. ‘which one do I believe?’” His eyes widened, along with a smile. He then quickly turned around to the receiving area. “Come! We are almost there.”