27.12.2006
Six
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http://www.netsaga.is/media/files/EUPHORIA.mp3
A little later Jon is fighting the Northwind of January.
According to the Beings´ orders he has at last taken up the habit of dressing according to each weather-outlook, just as said before.
They were getting very tired of his constant sick-leaves.
-You´ll jeopardise our planning with your behaviour, some tone of anger is audible in their otherwise monotonous voice.
From now on you´re to wear warm clothes Jon and you better eat garlic.
Your lack of punctuality has become quite intolerable, because we have to attend to Selected ones all over your Earth.
If you want to stay Selected you must change your habits.
As you well are awear of you´re supposed to have arrived in these ruins at eight pm each Thursday, local time.
If you won´t alter your habits we´ll have to eliminate you from our list of Selected ones.
Then every knowledge we´ve given you will be erased from your memory.
Jon Jonsson, who´s just turned eighteen and has many interests other than revelutionizing the Earthlings´ way of thinking, incl. girls, becomes
terrified and promises solemnly a change of habits.
He´s rankled by the Beings´ scolding, don´t they really know that it´s not habitable among Icelandic teenagers to wear warm clothing in the wintertime.
He has no urge being some kind of a sissy;
a mother´s boy, like this Loki whom he´s
about to make inquiries about. Jon openes the gate and walks toward the newly painted blue and white house;
he´s especially energetic when it comes to the maintenance of their house, Loki´s father.
That won´t be his own father´s obituary notice, he says to himself, when he reaches out and rings the doorbell.
The door gets opened in quite an usual way by the housewife;
named Fridsemd (Peacefulness) as Jon recalls.
He remembers that once his hair was cut by this lady, when she was working at Hordur´s Barber Shop in the green corrugated-iron shed on
the Skolavegur (School-street).
He also remembers seeing her dragging along the street, often with her eldest at her side in all kinds of weather.
When he´d asked his mother what was bothering Loki´s mum, she´d answered with undisguised admiration, that she´d lost her health, when a child had died in her womb.
-Yes, how can I help you, dear?
-Oooo, Jon has forgotten what he was going to say.
-Aren´t you Jon the son of Kolla who lives here in the street?
-Uh...ye.
-You don´t have to be afraid of me, my dear Jon, I´m not used to bite off people that knock on my door.
-Bite, Jon eats up after her.
No look here, I´ve come to inquire about Loki your son.
-Loki?
But he´s not here.
How come you´re asking about him, Jon , and suddenly there´s more rigour in her voice.
She now recalls that a few years ago her Loki came home crying when Jon and his two friends had treated him badly.
-Where is he, if I may ask?
-He is in the Junior-College at Laugarvatn, where he´s learning with great ardor, thus making himself and us proud, she says and there´s some pride in
her voice.
But I´m afraid that is hardly what can be said about you, poor thing.
I´ve had the understanding from your mother your only habit is hanging around doing nothing, a boy your age!
The only time you go out is to wander in the moors.
-Is that what she has to say about me, well I´ll be dog gone, and some intolerance seems to be bugging him.
He should´ve known that his neighbours in the street had the opinion that he were some no-good idler who neither bothered attending school nor work.
That he only had the mind to lie over some no-good books or visit the heather.
-But to tell you the truth, Fridsemd, because it concerns you, just as the whole mankind; there´s maybe no more reason for you to believe me rather
than my own parents who believe that I´ve become crazy, the truth is that I´ve tried something most people only dream about. By sheer coincidence, I prosume, I was contacted by Beings from outer space..., why don´t you invite
me into your kitchen, before all the heating leaves the house?
This extraordinary visit took place before cheap hot water (thermo) was found by drilling in the area, while houses still used expensive oilburning to heat
up. Jon Jonsson; the namesake of his father, grandfather and greatgrandfather was awear of this and had learned it the hard way; he had quite often been scolded for leaving the main-door open
(Are we living in a tent? Do you know the price of oil, boy?)
By switching from one subject to another completely different he was trying to soften his host,
talking about something everybody in town had an opinion on, used something he´d learned by reading advisory-books written by the American Dale
Carnegie.
-Yes how true you are Jon. I´m afraid my Fownir wouldn´t like paying next month´s bill if he knew, that he´d be paying for the heating of the neighbourhood.
I beg your pardon, but I must have lost my face in amazement when I saw that it was you that rang the bell but not my sisters in law, Auja and Disa whom I was expecting.
Please be my guest and enter my kitchen where I´ll
give you some coffee if you like.
Jon becomes a bit dumbfounded by the reception, ´cause he hadn´t really meant what he had just proposed.
He had no idea how Loki´s mum can be
overwhelmingly polite and hospitable, something else than his own mother who is exceedingly unsociable.
Having sat down by the green kitchen roundtable he awaits a little while like any civilized lad is supposed to do, until the pretty housewife sits down, but she obviously isn´t about to change her habits.
Jon isn´t used to this kind of behaviour, at least not from his mother who´s usually the first to take a seat like she were a guest.
Then everyone had to serve themselves if they wanted to have some meal.
Why should I get cold meals, after having cooked for you, she usually says when Jon senior tired after a workday grumbels about his his wife´s inertness.
-Be my guest, son. Have some milk and Danish, she says kindly, when she´s put a tray with milk, cut Danish and a glass infront of Jon who is quite
astounded.
-This isn´t necessary, Mrs. Fridsemd, announces poor Jon who is feeling a little awkward.
-Well, what was it you wanted to tell me, my dear Jon, she asks with a determined, but friendly voice.
-A..a..a..., yes alright, but my purpose was to get your son to assist me on a project, which will eventually concern the whole mankind, he began
with growing authority in his voice but at the same time his shyness toward this unusual and elegant lady disappeared.
-Yes, Jon...you were going to tell me about your own close encounter with beings from outer space.
Don´t stop now, because I want to hear the whole
story. I´m all ears, she announces and as to emphasize she pushes her black, shoulderlenght hair back, thus showing her very small and femine ears.
-It all started a few years ago, the year I turned fourteen as a matter of fact, Jon begins feeling a little proud with himself and pleased about
having at last found an audience to hear of his extraordinay experience. This woman´s going to take him seriously it seems, and won´t think he´s gone crazy like his own parents do; when I and Guy were running from some
house-owner. Guy ran up to the Turner-gate, but I went for the Lakes, where I had a supersensual experience. Then he tells her thoroughly how the Beings had selected him to be a member of their school.
Fridsemd shows his story great interest and asks for more explanation here and there.
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-The Beings´ aim with their work on Earth, you say, is to help us evaluate and make us better species, but when did they visit us first?
-Those that I have been communicating with have been here for a longer time, than our eldest could possibly remember, e.g. every religion relates
to them in one way or another. They´ve taken advantage of this weakness of us Earthlings, that is having a need for believing in something
supernatural, for example gods, just to be able to confront life. Because the Beings can only travel to Earth subjectively as holograms (images) they have until recently tried to change humans with creeds, but
have given up on that method now. Because of that they´ve decided to increase the number of Selected people of flesh and blood to take care of the measures, and I´m one of them.
Step by step we´re supposed to change people by transporting genes from those who are fittest to the lesser ones.
-But that will take you an endless time to change the whole mankind!
How will you make it?
-The Selected ones grow in number, and the Beings also believe that the growing number of fitter people will unavoidably have good influence on
others. This will of course take a long time in earthly years, but then we must take into consideration that before God one year is like a thousand years, and a thousand as a single one, just like it says in the Holy Book.
Probably we won´t be here when God´s wish will be fullfilled.
-Last year the media was full of notices about unidentified flying objects seen allover our planet.
Please inform me Jon, whether these notices were just hallucinations of the alleged eye-witnesses, she asks holding her breath.
-No, not at all and they really happened, the young learned man informs her, while moving his behind happily on the hard uncomfortable kitchen-chair.
You´re aware of the fact that all things have miscellanous phases, e,g. water has three phases, either it´s liquid, ice or steam.
Living beings with more intelligence than us humans, living far from us in the Universe have found a way to change the phases of all things incl.
their vehicles which they´ve altered to subjective phases which has made them possible to travel allover, incl. to our Earth.
-But your beings, do they travel this way?
-No, you must consider Fridsemd, that in the infinity of the Universe there are a lot of worlds and the development of the Beings is different. The
Beings that I´ve been communicating with are quite well developed and have just about commingled with the Devinity, as we know the Hindoos aim at, and
only travel in a subjective phase, so-called astral. -What about the concepts, good and evil?
-Actually it differs from one party to another. Everyone has the same purpose, to make the world a better place, only the presupposition and the
methods are different. It´s the same amongst us humans.
Let´s look at Adolf Hitler as an example.
He himself thought he was doing the right
thing, eventhough his opinions and actions provoked against most others´ conviction.
-But tell me Jon, are you able to inform me what happens to us when we die?
-Yes, with sheer pleasure.
Have you read the theories of Dr. Helgi
Pjeturs?
-Well, I´ve heard his name, but I haven´t bothered looking him up on the library.
Is he really worth reading?
I find it rather unbelievable, because his writings were published in the 1920s, Fridsemd asks, astonished.
-I´m afraid so, my dear Fridsemd. His books were among the first the Beings told me to read.
Dr. Helgi they´ve informed me was Selected and
tried his best to free people from the illusions of the religions. He taught e.g. that people travelled to other stars, when they die.
He was right except for the fact that the only ones who get transported to other stars are those who have matured enough.
The majority gets reincarnated in another body until they´ve matured enough.
-What about those who die young, asked the listener who´d become quite excited.
-Yes the people who die young happen to be the ones who have matured enough for a higher state of existence.
-It´s true then what the proverb says:
Those who die young are the ones that the Gods love.
The only difference is that the Gods are superior
beings on other stars, she closes her argument evidently pleased of knowing she´s been able to say something worth while.
-Nothing in the Universe disappears entirely; it´s all transportation into another body or to another existence.