This adventure is dedicated to:
Sifu, for helping me understand the path of a peaceful warrior, inside and out, and showing me that I am a blade of grass, CHIN
to Charles (Morpheus),
for putting a roof over the head of a broke writer, and showing me through his courage in the art, and life, that we are all rich in courage and love when we practice letting go, and for showing how a good Bruce Lee, or Jackie Chan flick can melt all troubles away, LMAO
to my parents,
who plucked me from the divine vacuum and gave me a chance to be myself and love myself and gave a foolish child his room back, even after becoming a foolish man,
to the little king,
who showed me what love is in its purist form and how it heals and transforms, and for showing the value of practicing a good squat
to the sky-people,
for letting me write in peace by restricting their anal probing, and genetic experiments, to places other than New York on any day of the week, (as far as I remember…LOL)
to Pope Francis for putting himself on the line for peace, and who I hope will be the first to greet the sky-people when they return or else we are all in BIG trouble, 
and lastly, and most profoundly, to my Tiger,
who is love, who is kindness, who defines bravery in every aspect and who has lifted me above dark clouds to show me my own self playing among the stars that have always waited for me, as I have always waited for her
We are in the time of the sixth sun!
And everything we do is in preparation for our journey to the stars!
Although, at times it may not seem so: humane evolution, humane understanding comes in frustrating spurts.
For instance, after the historic election of President Obama, the first African American president, the U.S. congress seems more determined than ever to not only maintain their status quo but to cut programs for the neediest Americans as well. And as of this writing, unemployment benefits were cut from millions of Americans, during the holidays no less. However, just forty years ago the election of an African American president was unthinkable!
Also, after NASA’s budget was cut and the space shuttle program was shelved, many private companies took up the call to for space travel! For instance, the nonprofit Inspiration Mars Foundation aims to launch two people on a 501-day Mars flyby mission in January 2018. Their aim is to generate excitement about space travel and test out technologies needed to put people on Mars.
And, according to Exo-vaticana, by Chris Putnam and Tom Horn, Pope Francis, who has spoken out on everything from gay liberation to the responsibilities of corporations to help the poor, will soon announce the existence of, extraterrestrial life among whom an alien savior will emerge to reinvigorate Christian teachings!
So you see, my little fiction book may not be far off the mark. Look at it as a suggestion of how things might occur.
What if an ancient, intelligent civilization, that had been cradling humanity for thousands of years, sent a family to earth with a child meant to take the job as savior of the humane race? What challenges would he face? After all, the monsters, as he and the sky-people call them, have not made life easy for themselves or him. Can he see through his negative experience, and put his heart forward to see their good, and bring them into a new ear of peace and enlightenment? All their lives will depend on his decision.
As I said, everything we do is ultimately in preparation for our journey to the stars and this book is no different. It is a look into how it all may turnout.
And in my mind and heart, and I pray in yours as well, the cities have already been built on the moon, the colonies have already been set up on Mars, and the stars are already an extension of the love and peace that humanity is destined for.
Carlito
January 2014
Ahhh...we meet again! We recognize many of you, of course. We’ve seen you shaking in your beds, fidgeting with your cameras...by the way--did you ever get a photo for Aunt Lucy? No? Sorry to hear.
Anyhow, by now you know us by a few names: The Oannes, the GökTürk, or perhaps the Anunnaki. But you may simply call us: The sky-people. We have been with you from your humble yet arrogant beginnings in the trees. Which is why through the millennia we have sent our sons and daughters to check on you. Which brings us to Chris, who will decide if your world can be saved. But challenges lie ahead: Your eye bulging obsession with green paper for one. Plus: Your four-wheeled A.P.E. S.K.U.L.L.’s skulls pollute, your buildings block the sun, and fear blocks your hearts. To say nothing of: professional wrestling, political parties, reality television and the MMA. Chris may not be able to save you from yourselves. The child has much to understand of you monsters and you have much more to understand of yourselves. Forgive me. “Monster” is a poor translation of the Skymoanian word, Hay-más. But you know how meaning is lost in translation. Don’t take it personally. Also, I did not mean to digress into criticism. I simply meant, that despite all, we have high hopes. As you know, our last few emissaries did not fare well:( But growing pains are natural and we know results will be different this time around.:-)
So, when you’re done with this book check that you have made the needed notes in the margins explaining, for example, why the Hay-más should continue their reign on earth. On the rear cover feel free to list complaints such as any mishap on a recent abduction. Afterwards, place your book into the structure of the vacuum of all that is and we will retrieve it.
Finally, I will leave you with this: we expect you to fully help Chris T. Sun. Do as the child ask and perhaps we'll cut down on the night visits, the crop circles, and, if you’re really good, we might let you get that photo for aunt Lucy! We can’t throw anal pros into that deal, however. The look on your faces are too priceless to pass up:D Oh–one last thing: We'll be watching!
Yours Truly
The Sky-People
XXOO