2/6/2007 5:56 PM

“Twenty Minute Story.”

     There is only one exact spot where they can appear without being de-energized by the Earth’s electro magnetic field. That point is exactly 38 degrees latitude and 27.5 degrees longitude. This is one of the most barren spots on the whole planet. A rocky island that barely protrudes above water and is fifty feet long and all of twenty-seven and a half feet wide. The exposed rocks are covered with growing sea creatures, moss and pounding and breaking waves. Occasionally the island will have a temporary inhabitant, usually a sea bird stopping for a rest. Until one of “them” appears amidst a flash of light that completely transforms the island from a barren rocky outpost into a flashing beautiful pedestal for the being who appears atom by atom until finally standing erect on the very top rock.

     The being sees a vast kaleidoscopic scenery fully lit by the flashes of light emanating from itself. Light that changes drab dead olive and brown rocks into vibrantly colored Hughes of electric green and a various intermixing of rainbow colors that seem to have a life of their own as they shimmer and shine over the rocks.

     The lighted beauty he’s gazing on overwhelms the being. The light slowly fades and the colors of damp moss and sea urchins return the island to its former drabness.

     To the new arrival even the drabness is beautiful. It moves to the waters edge and touches the rocks, the water, and the moss. Everything it touches sends chills of pleasure throughout its whole being. It’s so sensuous to be able to feel again.

     All these years of just being has changed its perception of beauty, as anyone who existed through years of nothingness would find this desolate island as beautiful as it did. Now it had the power of existence again and would use it wisely.

     Sensory deprived for eons it was drawn to the water and wanted to feel its wetness cover its entire being, fill every part of itself with liquid water. Drink it in and spit it out again. The water covers its face and the fish swim closely: looking at it and it returns the look both thinking how beautiful the other is.

     Too bad it doesn’t know sharks just wait for their appearance and have been feeding on their glowing shimmering beings as long as the rocky shores have attracted them to Earth.