26 {Now Now Now]

As every audio-visual device on Earth was completely over-taken, there was an emerging global realization that everyone was about to experience an event sociologique…

“…the last lecture…”

(ethereal music)…

Every radio and audio device on earth had come alive. All video units glowed with the image of a 50-ish white caucasian, standing at a podium with horn-rimmed glasses and that well-worn, academic look. Behind him, the image of the orbiting earth.

This figure began to speak. His words were perfectly translated in the hearing of every Earth-person listening, regardless of culture or language.

Babel finally reversed.

“My name is Dr. Craig Thomas, and I am a professor of socio- anthropology and culture. To quote an old TV series, there is nothing wrong with your television set… or computer screen, video unit, radio, tablet or cellular device.  My extra-terrestrial hosts are controlling every communication device on Earth for this informational message. I’m speaking in English, but you are actually perceiving a perfect translation in your thoughts through a form of resonant telepathy. This will be immediately understood by all of you, every human on earth… “

“There was a decision by my non-human hosts, to properly inform the population of Earth, breaking their silence after millions of years. I am speaking to you from somewhere in the Oort cloud on the edge of our solar system, far from Earth.”

Many around the globe tried to shut down their devices at this apparent prank… but the devices would not shut off, and the talking head continued. Prank? WTF?

“I have been asked to give the human race of Earth a full explanation of what is about to happen”.

“The entire earth is minutes from annihilation, and… it’s complicated.”

Bullshit, the human collective thought.

“For years, the famous Drake equation has suggested that there are millions of intelligent civilizations in our galaxy. However, the science of extraterrestrial studies has regularly circled back to what is called ‘the Fermi Paradox’… if there are millions of intelligent civilizations, why no alien contacts or their artifacts physically on earth? Why no clear signs of intelligent extraterrestrial life, even with efforts like SETI and deep-space satellite exploration?”

“Well, the answer will shock you. It shocked me. Fact is, the galaxy is filled with intelligent life. There are numerous outposts of intelligent beings here, in our very own solar system. We are definitely not alone…”

“They have been watching us for millions of years, since our race appeared on Earth. In those early days of our species, I am told that we came into direct contact with another alien race called the Grigori or Irin, later called the N’f’lim, roughly described in the Jewish and Christian Bible. They came from a different solar system, with the specific mission and intention to infect us. Other sacred texts echoed these events in their story-telling. With that first-contact, the Grigori purposely infected us, infected our way of thinking, behaving, living, moving and being. They wanted us under their control. This infection was not with a physiologic bio-pathogen that could be identified and treated, but with an infection in our thoughts, hearts, souls and spirits. To use the verbage of the Judeo-Christian tradition, early mankind actually ‘fell’. It infected our entire species. Passed down from our progenitor first-parents, every single one of us, from the first human to now, is terminally infected.”

“The extra-terrestrial races, watching from a distance and collectively called the Guard-keep, saw that we became contaminated, and this infection made us fundamentally twisted, dangerous, violent, selfish, self-centered, and… contagious. Because of our infected existence, it was decreed by those Guardians that we must be completely isolated, not be directly contacted, and that this disease was to be contained to the Earth-Moon orbit at all costs.”

Craig shifted on-screen. “It was determined that our physical travel beyond the orbit of our Moon would be met with interdiction. Our deep-space satellites have been jammed and fed altered images to give false data and keep us un-motivated for aggressive solar-system exploration. To use a popular notion, we were kept in solitary confinement. We’ve been contained as a species. We were judged to be infected and unfit, denied inter-stellar community membership. Without our knowing, we’ve been surrounded with a consortium of Guard-keep to quarantine us on our own planet, within the inner solar system of this sun. The Guard-keep tell me they have been observing and containing us since the very beginning of the infection, well over 10,000 years.”

“We’ve been held in a type of careful quarantine. Yes, we have been studied, but they have carefully remained cloaked, hidden, and field-protected from our infection. Our technology, in a billion years would never be able to cut through this complex encirclement. The technologies of intelligent extraterrestrial races have been combined to insure we’re properly contained. I am told we are not the only race that has been infected in this galaxy, and there are other quarantined systems and species.”

“I have been briefed by the Guard-keep, and that they have no remedy to the infection, no cure. I was also told that, after a couple of thousand years, if… if we had somehow rid ourselves of the infection… if we would have shown evidence of reversal from selfishness and self-pursuit replaced by a total and complete other-ness and communal focus as a race… total reversal… in other words, freedom beyond the infection… then a re-evaluation of containment would have occurred. Our internment status may have possibly changed. However, that would have required humanity to be around for a long, long time. The Guard-keep told me that no other race has ever been able to rid itself of this contamination, and the extra-terrestrials have no cure. Nothing less than a total cultural, sociologic and economic shift, both personal on a race-wide scale would have been required and necessary for release from prison.”

“There are some of you who would argue that humanity has ‘shown hope’, and there have been ‘acts of virtue’. When I pled this to my hosts, they countered that in our infected state, everything we think or do ultimately demonstrates infection… even our greatest virtuous acts were tainted with self-interest, and always became ‘something corrupted’. They even pointed out that our recent global pandemic, an opportunity for virtuous species behaviour, was filled with the politics of power and self-interest by so many, resulting in un-necessary death and suffering. I guess our most virtuous acts have always become base selfishness.”

The tired academic paused, then looked squarely forward at some unseen camera-device.

“No appeal. No option. We have no rights. We have been judged, and we have been found flawed and infected. The galactic community mandates our negative human existence to be quarantined. The Grigori-N’f’lim infection cannot be allowed to progress and move off-world. We are infected, contagious, and dangerous to the galactic community.”

There was pain in Dr. Thomas’ face.

“There is another complexity. Part of this containment is a clear non-intervention mandate. The extraterrestrial races involved in maintaining our quarantine are not allowed to influence our progress. The rigor of galactic community membership requires that races are able to prove and show their quality, self-owned and maintained. Existence in the galaxy is very hard and requires hearty, virtuous citizens.”

Deeper pain could now be seen, especially in his eyes. He was not enjoying this.

“Another part of the non-intervention mandate is that any and all natural events – both earth-terrestrial and solar-system galactic – to be allowed to unfold unchecked. Solar flares, comets and asteroid collisions, earth-core fluctuations… whatever. The consensus of the galactic races is that a worthy, other-ness community would spend time watching, preparing, fixing, repairing and protecting their race and planet rather than clawing each other for selfish gain. In other words, we could have been better prepared for what’s coming. I am told that our selfish destruction of the earth’s natural resources would have led to complete global environmental collapse within the next few hundred years… and those disasters would have been allowed by the Guard-keep to progress, regardless of the destruction and death that would have meant to most of humanity. Essentially were responsible to wipe our own noses.”

“However, environmental degradation isn’t the issue now. The E-L-E, the extinction-level event that is about to unfold could have been prevented if our scientific pursuits of the last two decades were for species betterment. Rather, the pursuit of science for selfish commercial gain meant we missed the critical knowledge-window that we really needed to save ourselves… right now.”

As Dr Thomas spoke, many around the world noted the ‘would have’ and ‘could have’ and ‘doesn’t matter now’. ‘Extinction-level event’ drew sharp gasps by collective humanity.

An audible tone was now heard, a ‘beeping’ pulse… then another… beeeppp!

“The pulse sound you now hear is a count-down. It pulses every 11 seconds, and will complete 101 pulses. My hosts are providing this to allow you adequate time to prepare for the end of our species and the destruction of Earth.”

Dr Thomas looked down at the scribbled notes he made during his briefing with his Guard-keep hosts, then squared into the face of the human race.

“Our race’s understanding of quantum dark matter is very incomplete, but my hosts tell me that certain forms behave erratically and resonate at a different frequency than the matter resonance in our space-time continuum. This ‘different’ dark matter, when intersecting matter in our space-time, will essentially re-tune what it comes in contact with. The Guard-keep have been studying a large… nexus… of other-frequency quantum dark matter from multiple space-time continuums. That mass of dark matter will converge exactly where the planet Earth and the Moon are right now. The Guard-keep assure me that it will re-tune and tear apart all Earth-bound matter into something that will not survive in its’ space-time intersect.”

“That means, in exactly 1056 earth seconds… 96 pulses from… “

Pulse tone.

“… now, the Earth… and everything… every ONE…  in your spatial intersect will be completely un-done and re-tuned by a natural cosmic phenomenon. Completely… destroyed. The galactic community consulted, and is mandated to not intervene. There will be no survivors on the Earth, Moon or the space between. Destruction is one-hundred-percent certain, and re-tuning will be one-hundred-percent.”

Dr Thomas stopped speaking for a few seconds. Around the globe, many people ‘got it’… their neighbors were watching and receiving the same message. This is not some tekkie stunt… This is the final news… a few more seconds…

Humanity’s collective eulogy is this last, Last Lecture.

“Prepare yourselves.”

Some screamed…

Some wept…

Some knelt down…

Some tried to find their medication…

Some clamored to find their beloved what-ever…

Some tried to check stock portfolios and shift them to emerging markets…

Some governmental leaders tried to schedule a press conference…

Some military commanders tried to communicate orders for maximum alert…

Some tried to call their kids or grandkids…

Some religious leaders tried to text their followers that they alone would be spared…

Some tried to over-ride their mobile device to text ‘bullshit’ on a social network…

Some were un-moved and simply prayed to their Heavenly Father… and with small bursts of light, 702,041,958 people… babies, young, old, very old… around the earth… they simply slipped up and away, into the sky, stopped and hovered, stayed there momentarily, glowed, then… then… simply left…

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