Some nights ago, when I found myself unable to fall asleep due to a peculiar sensation in the underbelly, something of quite an extraordinary nature suddenly occurred. A sparkle of moonlight shone dominantly through our somewhat pellucid drapes, whereupon I kept on wondering what could have caused the anxious feelings I was currently experiencing. Could it simply be ascribed to the savory dish we consumed earlier that evening? Or would my romantic adventure with Sophia be the root cause of the discomfort? Truly, I had no idea at all, thus my mind would remain occupied by a long series of unproductive thoughts. How annoying, I just couldn’t stop fretting.
Nevertheless, shortly after my personal worries would signify nothing less than a very valid premonition. For only a brief moment later, four tiny shadows haphazardly manifested upon the wall right in front of our king-size bed. As I looked beside me, I noticed Sophia was still asleep. So, at that point, all I wanted to do was to scream vociferously; ‘You wicked creeps, damned as you are, leave our cabin immediately!! Or we will call the police. Shoo.. get out of here!!’ But even before I could utter one single word, the lights went out and blackness prevailed almost instantaneously.
Out of the blue, I woke up on some sort of cold metal operating table, surrounded by a pentad of slender beings with a grayish skin and large wasp like eyes, similar to one of those delicious almonds. Although four of the apparitions were as big as infants, one of them appeared to be a whole lot taller. Yet, somehow my intuition recognized him effortlessly as a leader with numerous responsibilities. Almost as if our souls had met before, perchance somewhere within a former lifetime on the soils of an ancient world, far beyond the frontiers of imagination, of every dream I will ever feel.
The tall being remarked my bewilderment and attempted to comfort me by means of a telepathic conveyance. ‘Hi little one. Please don’t be afraid as our experiments are already completed.’ (I still have no clue as to what those ominous words meant.) ‘Just call me doctor Grayson. Can you be so kind to follow me down that small corridor over there? Eventually, it shall lead to a parlor full of miracles. Come on, I need to show you something special.’ Well, considering I am a really polite woman, I decided to do exactly as requested. And after some silent minutes of walking, the journey ended within an oval shaped chamber, decorated with elongated diaphanous walls. Mr. Grayson pointed towards a big sphere floating above a small standard, in what must have been the center of the room. With a more formal tone, he urged me to take a closer look. And when I did, a remarkable scene unfolded.
The orb displayed a pretty meaningful recollection from the earliest times of my childhood. Tears of happiness were rolling down my cheeks by re-experiencing such a formidable time, forasmuch as I saw myself playing in front of a giant dolmen during one of those careless vacations at the charming Dutch place, Borger. What a blessing to behold. Still, in the end, doctor Grayson put both his hands on my shoulders and started a clear exegesis.
‘The boulders you are seeing, I believe you humans tend to call them dolmen, is it not? Next to the fact that most of them are situated within the Dutch province of Drenthe, thou should also understand that all of those bricks are meticulously placed upon, or next to each other, due to a more profound reason. You see, thousands of years ago our race build these structures subsequently to use them as portals, or as a gateway that would always enable them to traverse vast distances of time and space in a mere of a split second. Back then we were already aware that this particular area in the Netherlands would be highly appropriate to employ as one of our prime outlets or admissions. Therefore, one must be willing finally to refute those outdated beliefs concerning the wonted though unreliable history of mankind. They suggest nothing more than only a bunch of goofy illusions, comparable to a white rabbit coming out of the mysterious hat of a ‘’so called’’ magician. One of those fantastic cloud castles, designed solely to keep the kids smiling after their mediocre performances.’
‘As we see it, mankind is basically entitled to reacquaint themselves with this forgotten piece of knowledge, which is why I would really like you to share the real purpose of your nightly voyage. No, it’s not possible to share everything about our deeper motives, not yet. But please.. in a calm and soothing manner, do tell the majority of humans.. they are not alone, they.. never ..were. Can you at any rate perform this little solicitation for the sake of your fellow species? Our unworldly souls are fairly confident that you will. Tell them some history books could be mendacious, inform as many as you can.’
However, moments before I could give him my sincere wholehearted answer, the entire scene (including doctor Grayson himself) had disappeared into the same black ocean from whence it came. After looking at my sweetheart Sophia, who was still sleeping like a newborn, I gleefully expressed one of my obvious sighs of relief, albeit two hours seemed to have vanished. But at least, our small convivial cabin was still standing, whereas my soul had returned safely. At last..
Dear Martin, when I told Sophia about my tentative sojourn in the outskirts of some forlorn universe, she didn’t know what to think of it. Actually, same goes for me. Hence, would you be willing to share my story with a grander audience? Maybe that other souls do recognize more aspects of our tale.
Thanks in advance and best of luck to all of you..
Thank you dear Mathilda and Sophia..