Chapter 5
“How can you be a devoted fan to Family Guy, and have not watched ‘The Music Man?” Jon was saying.
“How does that follow?” Fersia said.
“They reference it multiple times,” Jon said.
“They reference everything. I can’t know everything,” Fersia said. “I am not TS Eliot. I am not Jon.”
“Well, you got to watch it. The original. Lots of great songs in it. One without hardly any S’s,” Jon was saying. “And Opie is in it, from the Andy Griffith show, and his mom is the Partridge family mom, which is interesting because clearly she was type casted early as a mom having kids out of wedlock. That always bothered me, you have single parents, but no explanation of what happened to the partners, like everyone in the 70’s just wrote out that part of their life. My Three Sons, The Brady Bunch, The Courtship of Eddie’s Fathers, Bonanza… I can’t think of one show that didn’t have a disrupted family…”
“The Monsters,” Loxy offered, joining the conversation. “The Adams family…” “OMG, the only normal family were the unusual families?” Jon asked. “Oh! You missed it. Fersia and I have come up with a new song and dance routine for Family Guy. You know that
Christmas song I am bothered by…”
“Baby its cold outside?” Loxy asked.
“Hey, what’s in this drink?” Fersia said. “How did a Christmas song about rape ever become so popular?”
“Anyway, we zoom in on Meg saying she hates Christmas songs, and Quagmire says, ‘Oh, I love Christmas songs,” and we cut to his flashback sequence, and he and this young girl are singing ‘Baby, it’s cold outside,’ and she sings ‘what’s in this drink’ and then collapses. Next scene, the two are in bed, Quagmire is sitting up, smoking, and she is curled up against him, purring…” Fersia said ‘I put in the purring part,’ “and he says, ‘you got to go,’ and she says,
‘But baby, it’s cold outside,’ and he’s like, ‘you’re family is going to talk about you,’ and she’s like, ‘you didn’t care about that before,’ and he’s like, ‘yeah, but I am done now, goodbye,’ and then we hear a door slam and see her on the porch hustling to get dressed in six feet of snow…” Jon said.
“That’s pretty funny,” Loxy said.
“That’s pretty real,” Fersia said. “I can’t tell you how many times I have been put out on the street as soon as the cat lover got his fix. Hell, sometimes I didn’t even get to drink the milk.”
“You ought to write MacFarling,” Loxy said.
“Because no one is else in the Universe is writing him,” Jon said.
“Oh, you know you want to,” Fersia said.
“Sure, that would be a dream! I would love being on the board meeting tossing ideas back and forth,” Jon said. “But that’s just a dream.”
“I have been in some of your dreams, Sir,” Loxy said. “Just keep sharing. They will get to where they need to be.”
“Dreams are good,” Fersia said. “Speaking of which, when are we going to visit Peru!”
“Do you have a specific time period you want to visit?” Loxy asked, collecting a pomegranate from the cabinet and joining them at the table.
“I love pomegranate,” Fersia said, moving closer to her.
“I know,” Loxy said. “So, Jon, how would you like to help me out with a class I’ve taken on?”
“I will help you in any endeavor,” Jon said.
“You are so awesome. You are now my new remote viewer subject,” Loxy said, spilling some seeds out into a wooden plate-bowl that were quickly snatched up by Fersia.
“Oh, no, no,” Jon said. “I am not psychic.”
“Seriously?” Fersia asked. “You’re like the strongest psychic in this world.” “That is so not true,” Jon said.
“Why do birds, suddenly appear, every time, you are near?” Fersia said. “Well, it’s not because I am stalking them and they go to you to be safe. It’s because you’re psychic.” “Stop stalking birds,” Jon said.
“But it’s fun. It’s not like I am going to catch one for real,” Fersia said. “And besides, it’s good to keep them on their toes. Yesterday, I ran through some pigeons at the park and sent them all a fluttering, and they pooped on Lester. He was so mad and I couldn’t stop laughing.” “Poor Lester,” Alish said, joining them.
“Speaking of him, I haven’t seen him since he quarreled with his new girlfriend,” Fersia said.
“He probably shouldn’t have gone back on his word with a Jinn,” Loxy said. “They’re language sets can be quite binding.”
“Worse than lawyers?” Jon asked.
“Oh, I think you will find that lawyers are hybrids of Jinn, minus the magic,” Loxy said.
“Anyway, you don’t have to be psychic, but you do know, everyone is psychic? “
“I have heard that theory, yes,” Jon said. “Earth’s leading scientific position is there is no psychics.”
“They also say they’re no aliens,” Loxy said.
“Because there is a strange absence of radio noise,” Jon said.
“Because only children play with radios,” Loxy said. “Once you start communicating telepathically, you’re not transmitting through the medium.”
Alish reached over and scooped up some pomegranate seeds before joining them at the table. “I wonder why earth scientist are so adamant there are no paranormal events. Multiple studies show significance greater than chance. It may appear insignificant in comparison to physical phenomena, but if you accept the premise of tangled particles, then you have a potential explanation for psi events that at least allows you the plausibility of its existing sufficiently to study.”
“Choir,” Jon said.
“Where?” Fersia said, going to the window. “I don’t see them. A Christmas Choir?” “Are you anxious for Christmas?” Loxy asked.
“Yes,” Fersia said. “Lester said Christmas doesn’t come here.” “Christmas comes here,” Jon said.
“Lester said you modeled your paradigm off Roddenberry and there is no Christmas in Star Trek,” Fersia said.
“Dagger of the Mind,” Jon said. “Original episode, where Helen Noel, which, hello, Noel, someone is pushing something, anyway, Noel is a psychologist, or a psychiatrist, I forget, and she is hypnotized by Kirk using tech to remember a romantic interlude at the ship’s Christmas party.”
“Oh! ‘What’s in my drink’ again!” Fersia said.
“She did ask for something she could discern was an impossibility,” Loxy said.
“Oh, you’ve seen it?” Jon asked.
“Catching up to where you are,” Loxy said.
“So, was the interlude the impossibility, or the ship celebrating Christmas the impossibility?” Alish asked.
“Um,” Jon staggered. “Nice. Episode Bread and Circus suggests a Christian theme, so Kirk having a relationship with a crew member impossibility?”
“Are we watching the same original Star Trek?” Loxy asked.
“I don’t know. A lot of new remakes,” Jon said. “Anyway, you are so awesome. You know, you don’t have to watch them to be in with me.” “I know,” Loxy said.
“Go back to the psychic rape,” Alish said.
“You’re interested in the psychic rape?” Fersia asked, fighting her for the newly fallen seeds. She found it difficult to dig them out of her collar cone.
“You don’t have to wear that anymore,” Loxy said.
“Sure. Psychic rape is the plant’s primary mode for reproduction,” Alish said.
“How do you figure?” Jon asked.
“Ever smell a rose and find yourself drawn inexplicably closer? Olfactory is the fastest way into a host’s brain,” Alish said. “You didn’t think we’re just pretty and you had to own us because it’s what you wanted, did you? Females don’t want roses so they can get laid. We, plants, want to reproduce and we’re in your brains, and your reproduction is just a byproduct of being made sexy by us.” “Entanglement,” Loxy said.
“At its best,” Alish said. They clicked glasses of wine
Fersia brought another pomegranate to Loxy. Jon got up and poured another coffee.
“Speaking of entanglement,” Jon said. “And remote viewing. You know the movie ‘Men Who Stare at Goats?’”
“Yeah,” Loxy said. “It’s about the US military’s psychic spy program, in the seventy’s, called Stargate, to compete with the Russian’s psychic spy program.”
“There are psychic spies?” Fersia said. She was looking around for a camera. She imagined pushing her head into one, filling someone’s monitor. She tried tapping on the glass.
“Hello! Are you watching this? Pay attention. I am the clever cute one.” Jon intercepted an amused look from Loxy.
“Oh! That’s explains that song by Hall and Oates,” Fersia said. Jon took a stab. “Private Eyes?”
“They’re watching you, watching you, watching you,” Fersia said, looking around nervously, retreating to Loxy for comfort.
Loxy patted her head and she calmed down, accepting more pomegranate seeds.
“Okay, back to me,” Jon said. “Stargate, the army thing not the TV series, but there may be a connection, psychic spies were in the seventies, but then I had a recent flashback to the old,
1958 movie, ‘the crawling eye.’”
“Trollenberg,” Loxy said, sighing deliciously. “Yeah, go on.”
“Janet Munro is essentially the first psychic spy, a good 12 years prior to the Stargate program, and if Hollywood is just a disinformation machine, then Stargate was active way before they even admit to it’s going,” Jon said.
“That is interesting,” Loxy said. “And, yeah, most the time when you realize the military has something, like high altitude, delta shape, cloaked vessels, well, it’s because it’s been declassified because they have something better that makes that look like a toy.”
“Cloaked vessels,” Fersia laughed. “That’s so TV.”
“That invisible car in the James Bond movie, that’s based on real tech,” Jon said.
“No way,” Fersia said.
“Funny, no one else has really used that since,” Loxy said. “Even though there are lots of news articles about actual cloaking tech.”
“You really think Hollywood is a disinformation machine?” Alish asked.
“That, or ‘a way of catching the masses up to speed’ machine,” Jon said. “Take any alien conspiracy, and I can point to a TV show, and or movie, and find such a heavy correlate that you have to wonder what came first. Alien abductions and sex has been around forever, if you count the story of Greek gods having sex with mortals as evidence.”
“Oh, I hate those guys. Always probing without permission,” Fersia said. “You gave them permission on the subconscious level or the encounter wouldn’t happen,” Loxy said.
“You’re okay breeding me out by strangers in the night just because I am a prize winning cat?” Fersia asked.
“Roses,” Alish reminded her. “The whole universe is about reproduction.”
“Anyway, why all the cloak and dagger? I’d volunteer for a good romp, kittens or no, so there’s no need to suppress my memory with catnip,” Fersia said.
“Anyway, the grays supposedly are abducting people to steal genetic material to make hybrids because they’ve cloned themselves so much that they can no longer reproduce by themselves, which is the Asgaurd in Stargate, but older than that, the first episode of Star Trek, which didn’t air because it was to ‘cerebral’ until it became the two part episode, the Menagerie, because Gene couldn’t let it go. That episode has it all. Aliens abducting humans with the power of their minds and ability to create illusions, creating a zoo of all the animals they had captured, and they want humans to repopulate their planet for the continuation of their own species!”
“That’s pretty good,” Loxy said.
“But more than that, in that episode we learned it is ‘top secret’ and no one can discuss it, in fact, it is the only death penalty left in the books, which is bizarre, why would anyone care if humans volunteered to go live on Talos Four and live perfectly happy lives. I mean, people are all about fantasies anyway, that’s why we have fiction and books and movies and video games and holodecks, and so people would volunteer to be in that world, and on top of that, we get to help save a species from extinction, which is a perfectly a reasonable thing to do,”
“In any sane world,” Loxy agreed.
“And we don’t, or Star Trek world didn’t, because someone decided for all of humanity that we shouldn’t be participating with beings who are technically superior and might use their illusions to enslave us? We’re already hip steep in an illusion, being run by cabals, so why would it matter which illusions we buy into or which masters we serve? Some people might like a better illusion or kinder masters.”
“You’d volunteer to go to Talos Four?” Alish asked.
“Oh, hell, yeah,” Jon said.
“How do you know you aren’t already on Talos Four?” Loxy asked. Jon paused.
“Maybe we’re in the Matrix now,” Fersia said.
“Maybe the Talos Four, a psychic matrix, is also a matrix,” Loxy clarified. “Or the collective unconscious. Maybe your personality is in a self-contrived matrix. After all, you were clever enough to say in one of your dreams, we’re all just one 1970’s penny away from time traveling back to Origin. It really wouldn’t take much to dissolve your personality structure and reveal the real world you can’t see through your own filters which is why people can’t tolerate aliens. Seeing aliens changes the paradigm so completely that it requires a reboot. Humans realizing they aren’t the only game in town, and not even the smartest or the fastest or the strongest, that’s a huge blow to the ego, and you might actually have to start treating others and environments kinder, because it doesn’t just belong to you. Oh, you might have to share.” “That cursed penny,” Fersia lamented.
“Share what?” Jon asked.
“Everything. You think you own everything, but you own nothing. You own your children, you possess them, as opposed to nurture and raise them. You own your thoughts, your images, and try to copy right them and regulate them and make money off them. You claim your genetic material. People claim the water and charge for its use. People claim the food and in trying to sell it, tons of food goes to waste, unused while people starve. You charge for electricity, which is as abundant as light, because someone thinks they own that. What if all of that simply just belonged to the community, and though you may have physical ownership of something, it isn’t yours alone. Photons are free. As a trained remote viewer you will realize there is no privacy, even that is an illusion, and you can go anywhere and see anything and know anything. The people that push the ownership paradigm don’t want you to realize that, because if you knew that they actually don’t own something and that the price for buying something is overly inflated, well, their system crashes.”
“We should start a rebellion,” Fersia said.
“No,” Loxy said. “Safe Haven students don’t start rebellions. People agreed, consciously, subconsciously to their systems. Even if there is legit abuse, it was part of a consensual system, and so the only way to start a new system is for a generalized amnesty for all past grievances for all participants, because, in a system, everyone is equally complicit in maintaining the system.” “That’s not fair,” Fersia said.
“When systems get so out of balance that one percent owns 99 percent of the wealth, there is no way to compensate or repair grievances, real or perceived,” Loxy said. “Like the alien conspiracy. People wonder why aliens don’t just land on the White House lawn and make demands. Well, that’s not how most people in the Universe operate. Most people recognize sovereignty and negotiate, make exchanges. If the masses on Earth don’t know about aliens, it’s because the people in charge made arrangements, then reneged on the agreement. That’s not on the aliens, that’s on the people in charge. Those people benefited somehow, and they continue to benefit by the confusion and the misinformation, and the only way to get past this is to give them amnesty and move forwards. Earth needs aliens and alien technology to save the planet and the people. Earth needs magicians and magic to save the planet and the people. Both of these avenues exist and both should be implemented and nothing will change until the collective unconscious agreement changes. And that changes when enough active, conscious personalities start endorsing the message of love and forgiveness.”
“Speaking of love,” Jon said. “I don’t think I should be trained to be a psychic spy. I already have a sex thing. You turn me on and I will be just be psychically spying on women all day long.”
“As your handler, I will be guiding your experience,” Loxy said. She set the emptied pomegranate down. “I do hear your concern, Jon. Quite frankly, that is already a reality. Every time you fantasize, you’re visiting someone. Teaching you remote viewing will take that ability to the next level. There is a risk to abusing it. The only way to overcome this is by indulging.
You have to go there, experience the consequences, and realize this is not who you are. Meanwhile, greater than any time in your previous life, you have a network of friends available to you that should you experience a spike in libido, they are more than willing to help get that need met. We got you.”
“What are consequences for abuse, to someone who can affect things at a distance?” Jon asked.
“Great question,” Loxy said. “Entanglement, mostly. The ‘web of life’ is probably more than a metaphor. You can get stuck. Physics refer to it as action reaction. You get caught up in a cycle of drama until you and your fellow participants agree you have learned all you can learn from that and agree to move forwards. Photons are free, but it takes more than one to make a rainbow. We are all one. You may be part of a dream or a nightmare, but when the experiencer wakes up, it was simply an experience, learning, information processing. One doesn’t judge the experiencer based on the content of the dream, or even the choices they make. The choices they make, that’s just another level of dream. You are ultimately judged on the quality of your love, your ability to love others.”
“So, it’s all good?” Fersia said.
“No,” Loxy said. “There is some really bad stuff out there. Some scary stuff. The fact that its fiction doesn’t mean it isn’t scary or that it doesn’t affect us. Most of the stuff out there is ineffable and beyond us. We can only perceive what our filters allow for; we expand our horizon by stepping into the periphery vision. We feel our way into the darkness, waiting for our eyes to adjust. When you start taking ownership of your ability to see, you realize the horizons you once thought were your boundaries never existed. Though we could seriously encounter some scary stuff, most of it may only be scary based on what we know, or think we know. It is also possible we may not even know enough to be appropriately scared. We will be learning to see, but if you don’t look, you will never see. I am more worried about the inexplicable than the sex stuff, because you and I got the sex stuff taken care of.”
Loxy blocked Fersia from taking more pomegranate and pushed the bow to Jon. “Eat these, then let’s walk.”