A World of Aliens…

I was sent on a fact-finding mission by Intergalactic Counsel, an umbrella Control organization located in the same celestial quadrant as earth. There had been a series of alarming images, intercepted from earth media sources, depicting aliens as silver in color, which was brought to the attention of the Central offices at IC. This was alarming to Intergalactic Counsel because such images of silver aliens have proven to be warning signs of planetary decline which we had witnessed before in other civilizations in the quadrant.

In the Milky Way and her three sister galaxies, there is a trend of evolution. Beings evolve first from their own native state, and then progress to the making of tools, machines, devices external and non-organic, which are used to evolve the species. In our particular galactic region, these external devices always correspond to certain base forms of metal alloy. Silver in color.

Often, in the progression of a species and civilization, the over reliance on the external causes a lack of internal balance resulting in species-wide psychic illness. In the case of earth, it is feared, this depiction of aliens as silver was a sign that reliance on their technologies had become overwhelming to the Organic Vehicle, and that the earthling population was in danger of becoming a mechanical (read: silver) technology race. The silver projection is believed to be a reflection of the earth population’s collective prediction of their own future; A WORLD OF ALIENS; a people alienated from themselves.

All communications that are not conformist to this money religion are exiled, marginalized, or otherwise made to be invisible. Such was our dilemma approaching the Host Ship, Earth.

We isolated a small stretch of territory where an accurate, successful experimentation could be made. Against all likelihood there was a small nook of largely unoccupied urban stretch with suitable and available housing just outside the most vibrant of urban environments on the planet. It was here that IC saw an Open Channel; a test case could be made from these raw conditions.

Williamsburg was almost abandoned even though it was one simple metro stop outside of the Urban Sprawl known to the host population as Manhattan, New York. This was a perfect situation for the realization of our investigation. Only in the most sophisticated populated areas can one find both access to large communication networks of people, and yet the ability to maintain an unchallenged anonymity.

Enter: alien-sponsored PIRATE RADIO, which would be the voice of the silenced minority; those who would hold the most nonconformist perspectives. The radio was to inform the twenty block radius of this small test town. It was important for our purposes that the transmission source remain undetected.

We were interested in the development of a community base with an exceptionally laid back approach to experimentation, for only in this relaxed state of mental functioning could our subtle influences be received by the human population. The purposes of our mission required that the Williamsburg inhabitants be especially receptive to the act of channeling. Only then could we be certain of the effectiveness of our techniques on this race to re-authenticate their experience. Much like a honing device, we would infiltrate the earth psyche and seek to equilibriate their psychic illness by returning them to a state of source.

Local stores began to thrive, which were opened at odd hours, or at least kept irregular schedules. The Humans had been conditioned to feel very natural about their subjugation to business motives, so it was in part our approach to test their ability to remember other, more pertinent, aspects of value so that money and the machine could return to their original purpose of service. The Earthling had long ago sacrificed their role of master of money and machine, and had inverted the role to act as willing slave to it—slaves by choice to a system they themselves created—as though money and machine had, itself, a will that dictated human action. The relinquishing of control in this relationship, we had realize, was at the heart of the Self-alienation trend we were trying to subdue, and afforded us access, thankfully, to at least one root of the silver disease.

This approach of local businesses, with an “open when we feel like it” attitude--- instilled a sense of fluidity of experience and untraditional but official social structures. Quirkily unrelated merchandise would be paired for sale under one rooftop, such as a travel agency which would also sell futons and a large selection of used books. This would, we hoped, disconnect the perception of “the official” with the limitations usually associated with group-based social structures.

But this too was necessary. The dangers of the area kept rents affordable, and kept people more easily frightened out of the area. Pioneering sprits willing to take health risks for a strong creative opportunity and ample space for artistic experimentation, would be drawn in, without the prospect of any immediate development on the horizon. Big Money Businesses were afraid to invest in an area of such environmental upheaval, and what’s more, there were no banks in the whole township. One had to walk to neighboring Greenpoint just to get access to cash. Otherwise, you were stranded.

Key features of this community, for our purposes, was that the flock to the area be people who were young enough to be without need for structure in their daily living, yet old enough to be past the green phase that young artists fall into, and which blindly support the commodity reward system that had so deeply retarded the psychic development of the earth-race. Our test group would be people who had already developed past these concerns, having come together to form lives inventively maneuvered and without attachment to commerce or the official culture.

We were pleased and impressed, as creating this subtle magnetic pull was incredibly successful in facilitating our purposes. The field we projected over these blocks changed the psychographic makeup of the area, which quickly escalated from a virtual ghost town with empty subway platforms even at rush hour to a bustling, hip and happening urban mecha only two years later, with stylish innovators and anarchists trailing along the subway platform even at 3 am in the morning. There were parties often formed at 5 am on weeknights without previous notice, debunking the patterns and expectations set up by the Silver Agenda.

The revolution we facilitated was a personal one; a quiet revolution. It was a revolution that occurred in people’s lives, at an intimate level…the way they thought, valued, communicated, expressed, lived. This much was changed. There were no grand protests and upheavals, violence in the street, political offices at stake. Just people in an environment with themselves. For that much, our efforts were a success, and the deprogramming and transformation witnessed, intense and total.

Before long, however, the neighborhood had stalemated, in part by having become too safe. Newspapers and magazines began to hail the reign of the new avant-garde. But by then, young collegiates looking for the scene had repelled and displaced those original innovators who had been the substance of the community. As always, the very act of looking for the scene, in effect, had chased it away. Likewise, with rents being paid for by distant parents, the financial weight on real Williamsburgers had become too much, and the significant period of cultural development that the media was writing about had already largely ended. Revolutions rarely being funded activity.