The Sacred And The Profane by Rabbi Desiree R. Ntolo (story books for 5 year olds .TXT) 📕

that man has for aim, the usurpation and sabotage of a monumental work that we began here on earth, and that we are now beginning to see bear some of the fruit that we expected, and have waited so long to see it bear’.
‘As we know those enemies of ours are going to give a lot of misleading information to that young man, we too are here to give you, and through you to Earth people, our side of the story. You shall write a book about our meetings and have it published and distributed in all the countries where that man will sell his book’.
‘Then you shall also establish centers in countries where he will establish his, or at least have representatives there. And they will be able to make your book known and our message available to his followers. In those centers you will also teach and train your followers as we have said.’
‘You shall go in person to those countries whenever possible, and advise his followers before they commit themselves to something they would come to inevitably regret later … Something that if it is accepted or rejected, has for a prize the loss or salvation of their own immortal souls. Let Humanity make their minds up freely after having known both stories.’
‘It is because what we are going to tell you is quite long that we did not ask you to bring notebooks; as taking notes would take you too long and you might not write everything down as we would like you to. So we are going to use a method that we have already used in the past with people we have contacted. People like Moses, Ezra, Isaiah, Ezekiel and many others.’
‘We will imprint, or record the message straight to your brain. Yes that is exactly what we did yesterday. And all you will have to do is rerun it at home and write it down word for word. Do you follow me?’ he asked with a smile. ‘Uh … huh’ ... I nodded.
‘Very well, if you would just care to follow me…’ He said, getting up. But I did not move. I folded my arms and stubbornly looked down, refusing to get up.
‘You said that the young man being contacted is in France. Why did you not go to someone in France with your message? That would have been easier ... Somebody there would have been more suitable and useful than I ... I am only an African girl, what can I do? ... And I am Black ... We do have problems with skin colours on this Planet, if you did not know ... What could I do? Who would listen to me? ... And where would I find the means to have a book published? Why me? I cannot do it. I want to go home!’
I was raising my voice now and becoming hysterical.
‘Calm down,’ he said. ‘Do not worry about that. Please, follow me.’
I stood up and shouted:
‘No, take me home! I want to go home! Who will listen to such a crazy story anyway? ... This is all madness! I am mad ... And you are not real ... Take me home!’
I was now screaming, banging my foot on the floor but producing no noise as I hoped to. The female alien looked, alarmed, at the others, and retreated further in the background.
The Brown alien waited for me to finish screaming and said calmly. ‘I will be with you throughout. But if you definitely do not want to proceed, we will of course take you back...’ He held my gaze all the time while he said this and I calmed down. Somehow, I was willing to listen to him, and liked him more than the others.
I finally got up and followed him. A panel slid at one side of the wall and we entered in a room in which was a piece of furniture resembling a hospital bed, but much lower. It was however for human-sized patients.
He asked me to sit on it and to recline myself. I did so and the part of the bed where my head was began to rise. I lay down comfortably and waited. Two shiny objects that were attached to the side of the bed and that looked like bracelets were slipped on my wrists and slowly tightened until they fitted very comfortably. Then some sort of a stool on which was a cask-like object emerged from the wall, right behind my head.
He put this cask on my head and one of the little alien-looking beings came into the room. My companion placed a calming hand on my shoulder and said:
‘You are going to feel a little prick on the side of your wrists. It is not painful and serves to send you into a peaceful state of sleep. But your wrists might itch later on. If this happens do not scratch them. Rather dip your hands in some cold water and try to bear it. The itching will go away after a while, but if you scratch the itch will stay and worsen.
He then pushed the cask over my head and the visor attached to the cask over my eyes. This visor had multicolored lights on the inside that flashed in turn one after the other. I felt a slight prick on my wrist, like a little insect bite, and I immediately began to feel very sleepy.

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The next thing I felt was a slight tap on my shoulder. My ‘Brown’ companion was still saying:
‘Open your eyes, we have arrived. Go home now and come back and meet us tomorrow at the same Earth time as you did today. You may begin writing when you are ready. Also there will be no need to rerun the message in your mind from the beginning. We have done a little work ... a little adjustment to help your brain process the messages more rapidly. Now all you will have to do is think of the dates of our meetings and your brain will run the correct part of the message you need to access, to listen to or copy down. You shall readily know how to do it. And you will even be able to stop whenever and wherever you like, and begin again when you wish to. Later at other times you will be able to program your to remember other things and texts and events in your day to day life. You will see. We did some work in your brain...’
By then I was completely awake. It did not seem as if I had slept at all. In fact I would have asked when we were going to begin, if he had not spoken. The little alien gave me a glass of a very clear, very cold liquid that I thought was water. The ‘Brown’ man told me to drink it. When I did, I realized that it was very sweet, very good and tasted like honey but a bit mint-like too.
As I was led to the outside door, all the crew stood up, smiling, their arms crossed to their chests. I realized that we were back in my Grandfather’s plantation. This time I walked down the stairs; then I turned around when I stepped on the ground.
The same two men who had first appeared to me now stood at the door, their right arms raised in a farewell gesture. I too crossed my arms to my chest and said aloud: ‘Peace be with thee!’
The door was closed and the space vessel slightly rose, lights changing as it did so; and it shot up very fast, tipped slightly on the side and disappeared in an instant.
I stood there for some time, looking up in the direction where the space vessel had disappeared. Then slowly, life came back in the plantation and its surroundings. The birds began to sing again, the crickets also made their noises heard. And I slowly started back for the village.
That night I went immediately to bed after dinner.

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CHAPTER TWO
THE SECRET OF ETERNITY
I said my bedtime prayer and accessed the message in my brain, bypassing the first one just as I had been told. It began with the now distinguishable voice of the ‘Brown’ alien whom I would be referring to from now as ‘the Black alien’ to simplify things.
‘Well ‘Little One’, as I said here is our story.’
‘As you have noticed, we are humanoids. A very highly evolved people compared to the Humans of Earth. ‘Along time ago the earliest scientists of our planet having already made all the discoveries that made their lives and ours to be such as you could only dream of; a real paradise, some of us decided to turn to even more challenging experiments. We decided to create living beings.’
‘We made all sorts of creatures. Some scientists experimented with the aquatic beings in our waters. Taking cells from them and creating similar beings in test tubes in our laboratories. Others duplicated the existing animals and even took matter from different animals and created totally new species.’
‘These experiments were a great success but also met with a great deal of opposition within our society, as many people were already against those experiments us scientists were doing. Because though some of these animals were beautiful and harmless and friendly, others were ugly, very hostile, dangerous and ferocious, or horrible to look at.
Some were quite intelligent, while others were totally dumb, useless and totally pitiful. These had life in them, but had neither sight nor hearing, neither feeling nor power of speech and could not move. Such beings were often destroyed and researches in them were discontinued.’
‘I myself created one such dangerous animal. It was quite similar to the tigers now existing on Earth. Unfortunately my laboratory was in a building that was adjoining my home. The beast that I created escaped, entered into my house and savaged my young daughter, whose age was about eight of your Earth years.’
‘And my daughter’s death caused a great outcry that resulted in our government ordering all scientists to stop their experiments. You see, such brutal deaths no longer occurred in our world. Murders did not exist, accidents were rare and virtually unheard of in some countries; people only died of old age.’
‘We obeyed our Government and the experiments on creation were subsequently stopped. However we continued with our researches in other avenues, concentrating on life itself, its diseases and its shortness. It was thus that we stumbled on one of our most capital discoveries; how to prolong our lives.’
‘We discovered that inside a muscle located in a certain part of the humanoid anatomy, there is a tiny muscle about one and half centimeters long and half a centimeter wide. If this tiny muscle is cut off, the ageing process of the body is stopped and physical longevity is more than ten times increased.’
‘A person that undergoes such an operation could then live a minimum of a thousand Earth years and a maximum of two thousand, with perfect health and their looks intact. After which time, the muscle would slowly have grown back to its initial size. If anyone wished to live even further, they only had to have the operation redone.’
‘Us, the scientists who made that discovery were the first to undergo the operation ourselves. Some other citizens who wished to try it took a chance; while the majority of the population was opposed to such practices.’
‘But when later generations verified that we indeed had lived to two thousand years with all our physical and mental faculties intact and performing to their highest degree possible, with the ability to still reproduce whenever we wished, the