Basically, she explained, quite kindly, and calmly, as if she had expected each of us just so, that these aliens, people, but of a higher more spiritually pure order, and certainly wiser form than us on Earth, had come to show us the error of our ways, with some encouragement for us to fix things. One even, a man named Val something, if I remember, stayed here on Earth in the USA for some time, and NASA and the CIA gave him a cover of an office job out in Los Angeles, a good place for him, probably hoping to extract what they could, and him understanding all that immediately. He was apparently willing to meet with, and actually did meet, Robert Kennedy, according to her historical notes. Some of a stealth kind (not the literal same as that employed in the 'stealth bomber,' but then again maybe a significant influence upon such design, namely a circular quality, and one wing or no wing, depending on how you looked at it) of technology and of propulsion systems was passed down from the higher minded aliens. But, basically, they were here to tell us that we were wrecking our planet and needed to change our ways, and be more spiritual in a serious way, less complete ignoramuses totally willfully unenlightened.
Sandra and I stayed through the presentation, watched the slide show, and at the end, when it came, we were in no great rush to jump up. I forget who approached whom exactly, but I think it was she who came to us, as we sat there in folding chairs toward the last, or fifth, row. Or perhaps just about everyone filed out, and we had the imagination to just sit and remain a moment and watch her pack up her things. She told us that she was not at all surprised to see us, and that she could tell immediately from our eyes that we were 'window people,' as she had talked about 'window people' in her talk, those in this world on this planet but who see clearly and spiritually, have an inkling of what Venus is like, and so are here to sort of prepare the way for the larger awakening. We looked at each other, as the lady smiled kindly at us,with sincere and calm affection, and I'll be damned if I didn't see the distinct clarity in Sandra's eyes, which were striking already anyway and of a brown sort of color and one eye just ever so slightly lazy almost. And indeed, as if it were in fact something that I had already noticed, that we were sort of pre-ordained to meet and for a time be housemates at the right time. Sandra was good people, and was a help for me in my first days in Washington. She kept an eye on me, showed me some cooking tricks, and once insisted I go to a doctor to get a wound on my ankle looked at and good thing I did. She was a very interesting person in her own right, and not just because she would leave what looked like some very fine and well-fitting Italian lingerie and gartered stockings up drying in the bathroom on a special wooden rack from her life in Europe.
And I too felt that my own nature had been sort of brought out by this lady and the experience, that I was not on the high order of the perfect Venutians who live in another dimension far purer than this, but that I might qualify as a window person. Why not?
I cannot remember well, but I seem to think that the lady told us that at least for a time a landing on the Mall of these UFOs was not a completely uncommon event, that maybe a good number of them beamed in and materialized, without somehow ever managing to be a big deal the way such an event is portrayed in The Day the Earth Stood Still, with the tanks, the big robot who comes out to guard the ship, the headlines and so forth. The government knew all this, but were protecting us, as it were, and the news really was squelched. I remember being left with the impression that they, the higher beings, might drift in now and again, that they were very worried about us, that maybe trying to teach us the basics of how to live with nature wasn't a great success. Maybe it was determined somehow that we just weren't ready to act right, until a new form of spirituality and consciousness spread through us, informing our actions. Maybe things had to get into a pretty dire situation before we would wake up to the real deeper ecological Universal truths, and finally be able to harvest, if you will, that which can be taken in without mucking everything else up.
Yes, it was an interesting afternoon, and I was glad to be off on a Saturday, and happy that we had made the trip down from Foxhall Road above Georgetown all the way to Capitol Hill. Perhaps the event shall remain in my memory, ensconced in a sense that I could now find an intuitive grasp on what I was doing here in Washington, D.C., strange as it may be. And I had been somewhat skeptical at first, and again at each stage, which made it all the better and somehow truer and meaningful.
I think back on her from time to time, remembering her clarity. And I wonder, too, if perhaps, at least in a poetic way, she was right about higher life forms coming down to the National Mall to deliver some necessary wisdom. Maybe far more correct she was than one might give her credit for.
That is the distinct impression I get when I look over and up at, when I climb steps, and read from words committed to marble and limestone found at the Lincoln Memorial, the Jefferson Memorial, the FDR Memorial. Indeed, and as pure as the light that shines in the night and makes them perfect and white and just what they should be, there are spiritual teachings within, distilled understandings and conclusions the wisest would draw from the meaning of earthly life, such as the moral and spiritual value of putting people back to work, or of being true to the sentiment that all people are indeed created, and must be treated as, equal, that we must live in tune with nature rather than destroying it. (Such statements are very hard to reconcile with the obstructionist morally bankrupt big-money friendly anti-environmental focus President Obama and any other rational being in Washington must fight against, and which he must himself fall prey to out of seeming political necessity, i.e. getting reelected. The climate is so skewed by the reactionary pull to the right, by a logic and system of thought so utterly wrong that it might seem a safe place to hide and hope, while greed and egotistical selfishness destroys for a dollar what little we have left. So utterly and completely wrong on every level.) I read from them, the engraved lines, in my peace, and say to myself, you know, maybe that crazy old lady was right after all. The people of Venus up in the higher dimension would have been perfectly happy about FDR giving unemployed people good hearty not too complicated work to do, with the byproduct being trails, cabins and improvements to National and State Parks, still enjoyed today when we break from our routines, go for a hike and commune again with nature, replenishing our souls and our psyches, and we are just like them. Yes, something like that would be a good thing to have happen in the present time. As if we could indeed get back to the real reasons why we do things in the first place, working for the simple spiritual and moral benefit of it, for example, not for anything grander than that, as nothing could be.
I'd like to tell her, I guess, if she is still on this planet in our time here, that she has helped me enormously in feeling comfortable with the way I would naturally relate to the other people I come across, the strangers, the people you might see once, as if they were asking for directions and then on their way, the people you spend some time with next to in whatever circumstances come your way. Far more than that sort of selfish egotistical way you can slide into, sort of, that makes you feel like a big jerk at a party anyway, what with your horrible wants and lusts, whiny needs for security that will never come. As a bachelor, it is far easier for the heart to be pure of intent, not bothering what you know well enough as a scheme, and that could be applied to cynicism as well, things that would never pay off, make it worth acting that way if you can possibly help it. All of that, there is that quality just as she said, of us being windows from which we look out of from a higher spiritual dimension and see the same in the eyes of another, and that being a principal part of who we are. As if to say, yes, thank you, my friend, this is sweet here, and we will save the good of it yet, and our children will live happily onward upon our good works. That is, anyway, might you might find down on the Mall at night in the summer, a brotherhood of man, a good hearted and humored spirit that makes tourist and resident equal in standing, and everyone basically, at least for a long moment, 'getting it.'
Living in the world, it strikes me on a night bicycle ride down along Hains Point with the moon just past full and the tide high, or rather, living in the Universe (properly, harmoniously) is, mysteriously, very much like riding a bicycle. Take riding the bike. It doesn't seem to make sense. It is a matter of faith. But somehow, you got up on the thing, and pushed forward with a pedal stroke, and darn if the whole thing doesn't really quite instantly work out to absolute perfection. There you are, up floating on two wheels, balanced, moving forward as free as the breeze, in perfect control, without so much as having to even think about it. And it just feels comfortable. It so happens that it doesn't pollute, but minimally, the occasional need for new tires and chain oil, metal parts worn out and recycled. You can go where you want, as far as you'd like. It's good exercise. It clears your mind. It helps you think. That is what you can gather, consciously in worded mental forms, and I'm sure it goes deeper than that.
Small changes in our behavior, tiny incremental ones, like riding bikes and recycling, and just being thoughtful about electricity usage and carbon footprints, I think all that could start us off on going a very long way to fixing and mending our ways and putting us back in harmony with the heavens above.
I think back on her from time to time, remembering her clarity. And I wonder, too, if perhaps, at least in a poetic way, she was right about higher life forms coming down to the National Mall to deliver some necessary wisdom. Maybe far more correct she was than one might give her credit for.
That is the distinct impression I get when I look over and up at, when I climb steps, and read from words committed to marble and limestone found at the Lincoln Memorial, the Jefferson Memorial, the FDR Memorial. Indeed, and as pure as the light that shines in the night and makes them perfect and white and just what they should be, there are spiritual teachings within, distilled understandings and conclusions the wisest would draw from the meaning of earthly life, such as the moral and spiritual value of putting people back to work, or of being true to the sentiment that all people are indeed created, and must be treated as, equal, that we must live in tune with nature rather than destroying it. (Such statements are very hard to reconcile with the obstructionist morally bankrupt big-money friendly anti-environmental focus President Obama and any other rational being in Washington must fight against, and which he must himself fall prey to out of seeming political necessity, i.e. getting reelected. The climate is so skewed by the reactionary pull to the right, by a logic and system of thought so utterly wrong that it might seem a safe place to hide and hope, while greed and egotistical selfishness destroys for a dollar what little we have left. So utterly and completely wrong on every level.) I read from them, the engraved lines, in my peace, and say to myself, you know, maybe that crazy old lady was right after all. The people of Venus up in the higher dimension would have been perfectly happy about FDR giving unemployed people good hearty not too complicated work to do, with the byproduct being trails, cabins and improvements to National and State Parks, still enjoyed today when we break from our routines, go for a hike and commune again with nature, replenishing our souls and our psyches, and we are just like them. Yes, something like that would be a good thing to have happen in the present time. As if we could indeed get back to the real reasons why we do things in the first place, working for the simple spiritual and moral benefit of it, for example, not for anything grander than that, as nothing could be.
I'd like to tell her, I guess, if she is still on this planet in our time here, that she has helped me enormously in feeling comfortable with the way I would naturally relate to the other people I come across, the strangers, the people you might see once, as if they were asking for directions and then on their way, the people you spend some time with next to in whatever circumstances come your way. Far more than that sort of selfish egotistical way you can slide into, sort of, that makes you feel like a big jerk at a party anyway, what with your horrible wants and lusts, whiny needs for security that will never come. As a bachelor, it is far easier for the heart to be pure of intent, not bothering what you know well enough as a scheme, and that could be applied to cynicism as well, things that would never pay off, make it worth acting that way if you can possibly help it. All of that, there is that quality just as she said, of us being windows from which we look out of from a higher spiritual dimension and see the same in the eyes of another, and that being a principal part of who we are. As if to say, yes, thank you, my friend, this is sweet here, and we will save the good of it yet, and our children will live happily onward upon our good works. That is, anyway, might you might find down on the Mall at night in the summer, a brotherhood of man, a good hearted and humored spirit that makes tourist and resident equal in standing, and everyone basically, at least for a long moment, 'getting it.'
Living in the world, it strikes me on a night bicycle ride down along Hains Point with the moon just past full and the tide high, or rather, living in the Universe (properly, harmoniously) is, mysteriously, very much like riding a bicycle. Take riding the bike. It doesn't seem to make sense. It is a matter of faith. But somehow, you got up on the thing, and pushed forward with a pedal stroke, and darn if the whole thing doesn't really quite instantly work out to absolute perfection. There you are, up floating on two wheels, balanced, moving forward as free as the breeze, in perfect control, without so much as having to even think about it. And it just feels comfortable. It so happens that it doesn't pollute, but minimally, the occasional need for new tires and chain oil, metal parts worn out and recycled. You can go where you want, as far as you'd like. It's good exercise. It clears your mind. It helps you think. That is what you can gather, consciously in worded mental forms, and I'm sure it goes deeper than that.
Small changes in our behavior, tiny incremental ones, like riding bikes and recycling, and just being thoughtful about electricity usage and carbon footprints, I think all that could start us off on going a very long way to fixing and mending our ways and putting us back in harmony with the heavens above.
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