This is an anecdote of a visitation. The visitors let themselves into the house and ask for some burnt meat, in the usual telepathic fashion. The accommodating housewife turns up the skillet, throws on a patty and smokes up a storm. Upon tendering this offering, the visitors refuse it, much to the woman's chagrin. This was not what they actually had in mind. They then conveyed the idea of a truth that had been tested by fire. The still accommodating housewife dutifully offers a bible. This they exchange for some holographic storage device of their own, and then head back to their ship. Mission accomplished.

Of all the hundreds of encounter stories I have perused, this one stands out in my mind -- the utter simplicity and even homeliness of it constitute a certain charm. But there is more to this, I believe.

This story goes very much against the accepted encounter syndrome. We are treated as their chattel, which they occasionally seek to enlighten. I would suggest that this syndrome is the result of a stage management meant to create a general response. Only on the rare occasion does the larger truth shine through.

Mankind has since its origin sought truth in the heavens, despairing of ever finding it down here. The modern mythos of science and science fiction continues this age old quest of ours. Our cosmic inferiority has been the drumbeat of every civilization, with only one substantial exception which still shines through from the Christ event, despite the unceasing efforts of organized religion to darken that light.

To suppose that we might be the special vehicles of cosmic truth has and will shatter many a mind. This is far too great a responsibility for us who supposedly have barely made it down from the trees. Nonetheless, that was His message and that is my message. It is we who now carry the cosmic torch. The universe is waiting on us, patiently.

By almost every account, earth is a cosmic hell-hole, yet folks are just dying to get in on the action. All those babies must know something about this place that we have forgotten. And all those visitors, are they really coming a trillion miles just to sample a Big Mac? It seems like we are now hosting the cosmic surprise party of the aeon, and we still haven't figured it out. Will someone please give us a clue.

Here is the clue. This is the second coming, and it is our coming out. We were the spiritually densest of all the worlds and we are the last to emerge from our cocoon, and the last shall be first. This is where the fires burned the hottest. This was the foundry from which the toughest steel would emerge. The deepest pit would hide the brightest diamond. Our truth is the centerpiece of the cosmic puzzle. Many mysteries now dissolve. Our destiny awaits us.

If things are moving to fast for you, well hang on the best you can.

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