SPACE ALLIES: Earth in the Balance.
Exopolitics Sci-Fi
Series
Chris H. Hardy, Ph.D. © 2017
USA: Chris H. Hardy & CreateSpace,
23 August 2017
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(Author’s page: Chris H. Hardy, Ph.D.)
Keywords: Exo-civilizations,
control of Earth, mind-control, exo-politics, hyperdimension.
The Rvans (an
insectoid-phylum), the inventors of secret weapons-of-mass-coercion, have
launched a full-fledged undercover operation to take control of the Imperial
government of the bi-galaxy, while they reinforce their hold on Delos/Earth.
They now practically control the mind of the emperor and have placed their own
pawns at the powerful Galac ministry and at Pol-Int, the political Intelligence
ministry.
While their
stealthy fight enters its decisive phase, only a handful of sacked political
actors now lacking any political leverage seems to have noticed the carefully
staged moves; and yet the Galactic Federation as well as Delos/Earth are in the
balance. There’s little hope left… until a young Ur genius, Pi, stumbles on
criminal maneuvers on a tiny, faraway planet, that points to a bigger plan.
Using a new Syg-3 technology enabling him to step into past events, will he be
able to thwart Rvan plans? Can the Urs, a civilization of artists-yogis fully
dedicated to developing their mind potentials, checkmate the deadly Rvan
technology?
Meanwhile, on
Earth, outstanding psi subjects work for a secret military program to gather
intelligence using Remote Viewing, and they too find evidence of aliens
interfering with major events. Time is short. Will Earth, awakening to the
reality of a universe teaming with intelligent civilizations, make the
necessary consciousness leap quickly enough to overturned Rvans’ control of
Earth and self-manage their entry as a member-planet in the Federation?
Space Allies shatters our blinkers by revealing the tremendous
potential of a science dedicated to expanding mind and consciousness, and whose
green technology is based on the boundless syg-energy pervading the cosmos as a
hyperdimension of consciousness. It puts into question a materialistic science
and politics steered by the will to control and fated to set a lethal course
for the planets and their people.
Chris H. Hardy, Ph.D., is a ground-breaking theorist
on consciousness and the new paradigm in physics. A systems scientist and former
researcher at Princeton’s Psychophysical Research laboratories, she has investigated
nonlocal consciousness through systems theory, chaos theory, as well as her own
Semantic Fields Theory and cosmology theory setting a hyperdimension of cosmic
consciousness. Chris is also a seer, exploring emerging mind potentials, and
widely travelled. She has authored acclaimed published books, including DNA of
the Gods, Wars of the Anunnaki, The
Sacred Network, and Butterfly Logic (the first title in
the Exopolitics Sci-Fi Series).
CONTENTS
“I
can’t believe it!" said Fitz Chiselri, governor of the Ur Federation.
“It’s well known that Delos will be the next planet to be integrated into the
galactic Empire. But you mean that it had met all the criteria for being a
member-planet since 15 galactic years! How is that possible?”
“I
would love to know! And mind you that 15 Gyears translates into about 30
planetary years—an enormous time,” exclaimed El-Dzin, the most renowned
anchorman of the Ur Federation and a brilliant political analyst. “I was
running a routine check to obtain some documentation on the planet and see when
we could expect the Coming of Age to take place, and this is what I found!
However, the information had been scattered all over the place, and that
definitely smells of the work of professionals. And guess who had gathered it
in the first place? Esperiac! About one Gyear ago, not long before he was
sacked from the post of Director of Political Intelligence. In fact, it was
around the time that Mel Sambar, then Minister of Galactic Affairs, was asked
by the Rvans to grant them the full exec-sovereignty on the planet.”
They held their discussion in the gorgeous garden of Chiselri’s
governor’s mansion on the planet Ullieshim, the core planet of the Ur
federation. Only a close view of their ears shaped in a spiral could
distinguish them from humans; they were all slim and quite tall, with elongated
faces.
“I remember that Mel Sambar delayed the process and then refused to
grant it, and I kept wondering if that was the very reason why she lost her
Korub position soon afterwards,” said Garith Embers, the Ur socio-political
minister.
“Really?”
said El-Dzin, astonished. “Then if I were you, I would inquire into how the
former DPI lost his job too, about nine months before the Korub. In fact, the
timing seems to point to some link.”
“Given what you have just uncovered, I certainly
will, Dzin,” answered Garith, concern swelling in her voice. “What’s your
feeling? What do you think it means?”
“It means a cadaver in the closet, if you want my
gut feeling. And I’m not the only one to smell something. One of my psychics
received a call for help from an unknown source on Delos, and a team gathered
in order to devote a session to the planet. They found out that the population
was under terrible pressure, something you wouldn’t expect from such a
brilliant and ingenious people.”
“What’s bothering me,” said Chiselri thoughtfully, “is: How did the
Rvans suppress the evidence that the planet was ready for contact? Because if
the planet was ready, it means a good number of Delians had already deduced the
high probability that other intelligent civilizations existed in the universe!
So what worries me is: What did they do with these people? How did they silence
them? Because they are democracies for the most part of their two hundred or so
countries and supposedly free to express their ideas and beliefs.”
“Right! How do you quash ideas in a democracy? It has to be rather
tortuous,” sighed Embers.
“The masters of the planet could find it advantageous to remain under
cover, shadow eminences with the technology and resources of the galaxy at
their disposal,” responded El-Dzin with a sarcastic tone.
“Speaking of which,” intervened Pi, a young Ur who had remained slightly
behind the others on a small stone bench, “nothing compares to a demonstration.
I have come across such a very ‘nasty’ interference,” he looked intently at
Garith Embers “and I’m ready to show it to you.”
El-Dzin, pointing toward Pi, explained: “This is why I asked Pi to come
to our meeting. You know that he is one of the syg-com experts attached to the
imperial Media Tower. He is also the greatest genius we have concerning
syg-energy.”
“Come on! Everybody knows that Pi has been able to penetrate syg3
reality!” emphasized Garith with a wink at Pi. “Pi, will your demonstration be
about the syg3 dimension?”
“Yes, absolutely. I will reconstruct a past event that happened on
Delos, create a syg-hologram in 5D and then step into the event…”
“Step into the event?” wondered Garith. “You mean not only in the past,
but also on Delos?… Halfway through the galaxy?”
“Yes,” said Pi casually.
“The Zagors! I can’t wait to see that!” exclaimed Garith Embers.
“Tell me, Pi,” asked Chiselri somewhat more calmly. “Are you able to
interact with the event or do you just observe it?”
“Until now, I’ve been only observing. But see, syg3 is a dimension of
thought and consciousness—and so theoretically, one should be able to influence
the minds of people taking part in the recreated events.”
“That could introduce quite an interference with these events!” pondered
El-Dzin.
While talking, Pi had been pushing a few garden chairs to make some
room. Then he put a tiny computer in the middle of the cleared space. He went
on, “You may remember that, not so long ago, a team studying Delos through
remote-control detected a syg-explosion.”
“Yes, we remember this atrocity,” said Garith Embers, letting out some
steam.
Chiselri backed her indignation: “A power having the custody of a
non-member planet has absolutely no right to use syg-energy—apart from
transportation.”
“This is why I decided to investigate this event in syg3,” concurred Pi.
“Incidentally, I was the one directing that remote-control team.” Then,
pointing to a mist forming around the computer, he said: “The syg-hologram is
taking shape… There! See? It’s a chemical plant on Delos…see the buildings? The
greenish one on the far right is where the explosion will happen…” He looked at
his ring-watch “in exactly 16 Gminutes, that is, at 3.22 pm local time.” He
talked to his computer aloud: “Budo, put the Delos time on the low-left side of
the holo.” He turned back to the other three, touching his kitschy glasses: “I
will be there and I’ll film the whole scene again—I’ve got a syg-camera and
computer in there. See here, on the low-right screen, it’s my glasses filming
automatically what’s in front of them—see you all there? So what you’ll watch
in the holo, once I get in, will be my live recording while I walk through the
buildings...”
“Wait a minute,” cut in Garith Embers, “Does anyone of us know what to
do if anything goes wrong? Do you, Dzin?”
“Yes, I’ve seen Pi doing that already…”
“Don’t worry!” interrupted Pi, “I risk nothing. I’m not there
physically, only in consciousness. Relax and help me concentrate.”
The three of them fell silent and got into a meditative stance to
support Pi’s state of consciousness. Then they watched Pi as he got up slowly
and penetrated a bubble of shiny undulating energy encircling the whole holo
scene. Pi sat on the ground and then his body went limp, crouching on the side.
Suddenly, the aspect of the holo changed and gave room to a moving picture of
alleys running between the buildings and crisscrossing at right angles. The
view was balancing at the rhythm of Pi’s walking.
They watched the holo: Pi was following an alley. A group of three
maintenance people exited from a door onto the street, and were now advancing
toward the camera, absorbed in a deep discussion. None of them understood Delos
language, but, since the majority of Urs had psi capacities, they had enough
telepathy to catch some thoughts.
“I’m getting that there is some problem regarding the construction of a
public road outside the plant,” murmured Garith.
“Yes,” agreed El-Dzin, who was a gifted telepath. “They figure it’s
going to be too near for security reasons.”
“Is Pi totally invisible to them?” asked a concerned Chiselri.
“Yes, don’t worry, Fitz,” answered El-Dzin with a paternalistic tone.
“Let’s observe closely…we may perceive details that’ll escape Pi’s attention.”
“Can he hear us?” wondered Garith. “Pi, can you hear us?… I guess he
can’t...”
“Ah!! In fact I’m hearing you mentally!” came Pi’s telepathic message.
“I didn’t realize it’s possible the first time over. Of course if I talk aloud
you will hear my voice, but do you hear my thoughts?”
“Yes, not very clearly, though,” replied Garith.
“Well, now, yes, I do!” answered El-Dzin. “It’s a bit strange, right?
It’s slightly distorted and…”
“Yeah, right...as if it’s cushioned,” concurred Pi.
They all fell silent. The three Urs were glued to the scene unfolding on
the syg-holo, keeping a check on the holo clock.
Pi saw the three maintenance people crossing his path, and he got out of
the way by pure reflex, while reflecting that he would only have gone through
them—since he wasn’t himself in physical reality. Then he approached the large
green building and saw a solid metal door, closed, on which was a big sign
forbidding entrance underneath a design showing a risk of explosion.
As Pi passed right through the massive door as if it wasn’t there, Fitz
and Garith let out some gasps of astonishment. They could now see what was
inside: a large hall, full of equipment. The only person in view, in a white
outfit, was sitting at a desk and checking numbers on a computer display. He
seemed to be running a series of checks. At the far back of the hall was
another door, even more massive, with a control panel and a sophisticated steering
wheel reminiscent of high security opening systems. The camera-eyes of Pi
turned back toward the flat computer screen in front of the expert, and it grew
larger as Pi certainly bent toward it to take a close-up view. Then the scene
skidded, and there was a close-up on the expert’s face, as if taken from his
computer screen. He was intent but relaxed, extremely focused on his task but
not worried. Obviously, the variables he was checking were in order. Close-up
on the expert’s computer watch: 3.14 pm. Another minute elapsed. Then, an
astonished look on the expert’s face, and he makes a few punches on his
keyboard. Now a worried mumbling. Then, sheer panic as he reaches for his cell
phone.
The scene recedes and Pi crosses the wall again. He is back in front of
the green building and starts to walk along it, toward the northwest, keeping
the green wall on his right. On the other side of the street, there’s another
rectangular building, a dozen yards on his left. At the far end of the street
he can make out a high electrified fence, and beyond it a beautiful tower of
grand proportions, its windows glistening in a soft copper tone. Another alley
runs perpendicular on his left side, and on passing it Pi observes two people
loading big boxes in a small white truck. A well-dressed businessman walks
further down the alley.
“I didn’t explore this side of the plant last time,” came the loud voice
of Pi. “It’s now 3.18,” he added. Passed the green wall, on the right, there
were only a few barracks in a large expanse of wild grass. Thus the green
building was the last one on the northwest side of the plant. Beyond the field
and the fence, the beautiful tower was rising, surrounded by a nice lawn, a
total contrast to the stark architecture of the plant.
Suddenly, a violent explosion happened near the base of the copper
tower. Pi couldn’t be sure if its epicenter was in the lawn outside or in the
basement. A roaming fire erupted, as if from the ground, and tall flames
ascended and expanded at frightening speed. His body jerked backward. A sphere
of incandescent red light, engulfed in billows of black smoke, was rapidly
growing with a hellish sound. He could perceive, strangely, a distinct source
of iridescent green flames. And now a series of events, nearly hallucinatory, happened
at a very quick pace: Pi’s eyes were attracted by an intense blue ray that
seemed to originate from somewhere in the sky and was sticking out of its much
lighter grayish tone. It came from a height of about fifteen floors and seemed
to point right in the middle of the raging fire, where the green incandescence
was. Abruptly, a second ray streaked through the pale gray sky and he perceived
a black round shape from which the two rays were sent. And now he observed the
strangest physical event he had ever witnessed: a huge electrical arc formed
between the site of the glass tower and the green building and the whole
atmosphere turned electric blue as a gigantic electro-magnetic field was
created. Hardly had he seen the blue arc that the green building exploded in an
immense blow of enflamed gases. He had just enough time to see the white
silhouette of the expert who had been walking out of the building flying upward
and caught in flames. People ran everywhere and sirens howled. The whole plant
was set on fire and it seemed to be spreading outside the plant toward the
south and east. People were burning and falling to the ground; many more would
die of the lethal gases or the fire extending everywhere.
On his first syg3 observation, Pi had watched and recorded the awful
catastrophe. This time, he had set as an aim to record proof of the
syg-explosion; the rays left no doubt as to what had caused the two explosions,
but he wanted solid proof. He sent a tiny syg-ray toward the gases, and a
program he had prepared read out the exact composition of the burning elements
on both sites. Apart from the chemicals belonging to the plant and the
buildings, his program traced and detected syg-energy in its post-explosive
state. And that meant a syg-pulse explosion had been triggered by the blue
syg-ray. From a great distance, an explosion could thus be triggered, the
energy sent by a syglaser-ray accumulating in a few hundredths of a millisecond
at the impact point, and triggering a chain reaction. Pi then realized the choice
of a gas reservoir at the impact point was just a way to cover up the
syg-explosion and provide the Delians with an easy explanation. It also made
the explosion more deadly for the people, as many in the surroundings died from
inhaling the toxic emanations released in the atmosphere.
Pi took some more footage of the cataclysmic scene and then was suddenly
overcome by anguish and nausea at such violence and distress. El-Dzin, sensing
it, prodded him mentally to come out of the syg3 reconstitution, and on seeing
him stepping out of the circle of haze, he went to hug him. Fitz and Garith
were still watching the last global image Pi had taken, a look of horror on
their faces. Then they detached from it, sadly realizing there was nothing they
could do to help people caught in a disaster that had already happened.
Pi ordered his computer to shut down the syg-holo and it started to
disappear from the center outward, the mist last. The Urs were all shaken and
kept silent for a few long minutes. Finally, El-Dzin broke the silence:
“So, let’s assess what happened exactly. I saw two syg-rays, blue,
emanating from either a Xantra or a Rvan spacecraft. There was a first
explosion at the base of the glass tower, then a gigantic electrical arc
reached toward the chemical plant—the green building—where a huge explosion
happened that shattered the building...”
“Precisely, two syg-rays and two explosions,” remarked Chiselri. “The
arc, in my opinion, was a secondary effect; the trigger was the syg-ray.”
“Using syg-energy on a non-member planet is already an offense,” said
Garith with vindication, “but provoking such a collective catastrophe, the
death of so many people, is absolutely revolting and nauseating.”
Pi got busy reviewing his recording and treating some of the images. He
suddenly exclaimed: “The spaceship was an Rvan one! Look at this magnified and
treated picture: it shows two Rvans piloting it.”
“Then we even have a proof the Rvans did it!” exclaimed Garith.
“This is an act of abominable cruelty against a defenseless population
that’s unaware of this type of technology,” fumed Chiselri.
“A case of galactic crime—however, our High Court doesn’t have the legal
ability to try such offences within the Empire…” sighed Garith.
“Then, how much less when it concerns a non-member planet!” added Fitz
with a sad tone.
“A non-member planet doesn’t have any legal right! It doesn’t have any
legal ground for filing a case against a member world—given it’s not a citizen
world within the Empire,” concluded El-Dzin.
“Then it means the system’s wrong and we ought to do something!”
exploded Pi.
“The system’s wrong, no doubt!” agreed El-Dzin. “How can we straighten
it, that’s the question.”
“I feel a moral obligation to do something,” restated Pi.
“I agree,” said Chiselri. “We have to change something in the hierarchy
of power, which gives an older generation all power over the non-member planets
they have in custody.”
“Then, my friends,” pondered Embers, “that means we ought to do
something at the global, galactic level—no less will do.”
“Definitely,” concurred El-Dzin. “We Urs are among the most advanced
civilizations in terms of consciousness and we do have to make this our
responsibility.”
“Agreed. Let’s devise a plan,” offered Fitz Chiselri.
“Yes, wholeheartedly!” said Garith Embers.
“Let’s do that. Absolutely!” howled Pi. “I wouldn’t be able to sleep
otherwise!
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Also
by Chris H. Hardy:
* Butterfly Logic: Experimental
Planet Earth. (Exopolitics Sci-Fi Series.)
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