pdf file - Notes from An Alien

"Velu, we are going around in circles. We have been down this path before and now you want me to
travel it again?"
The priest from the Faith of Eternity, Vaozur, spoke up:
"Urnun, you know as well as I do that Velu wants you to become an Aklan, to throw away your
priesthood and align yourself with what she determines to be the correct path for surviving in the physical
realm."
Velu sent a burst of acceptance to Vaozur and said:
"There are large numbers of people on this planet who abide by no formula of religious rites yet accept
the Words of Akla about the most equitable manner of organizing our physical lives."
"Settlers..."
"Yes, settlers who have freely shared their knowledge of many of the secrets of material existence and
made all our lives more comfortable, even yours, Vaozur, and yours, Urnun. You can enjoy the fruits of their
physical prowess and they can accept Akla's injunctions for physical security yet you want, what? That they agree
with rules of living that, even if they once met the needs of your followers, are now increasingly being left behind
by those same followers?"
"Sin is a condition that is inherent in our lives."
Velu sent all present a huge burst of love and said:
"Sin is not doing what is necessary to get along with other children of God, no matter what rites or
practices they feel are correct."
She walked, in turn, to each of the representatives—Lord's Army, Faith of Eternity, Disciples of Faith,
and Aklan—hugged them, and, as she began the walk to her tent, Morna, who was always with Velu though
usually quite silent, said:
"Patience is our weapon of choice."
Zena was on Anga-Param thinking that to call this the Corporate World was completely inaccurate. He
made a mental note to begin a personal campaign to end the too-common practice. Seeing people struggling to
keep the fruits of high technology working, in spite of horrendous weather and infrastructure disability, was
heartening but the reality was that Anga-Param was a World that was very sick and needed a completely new
form of government. His imminent meeting with the current head of the Planetary Leadership Council was going
to be the beginning of his attempt to change the words people used to refer to this planet. The Corporate
Leadership Council still demanded negotiation time and considered themselves the voice of the planet but the
representatives were the saddest and most confused people on the planet—prone to emotional outbursts and
irrational displays of incoherent demands. Zena was most pleased that they were so incompetent, mostly because
they had no effectual means left to continue the endocrine alterations of the citizens. He hoped the scientific and
technical people who were still capable of rational action would swiftly alter the nature of the simulated
recreation available to the populace. Having been acclimated to emotional swings that necessitated the simulated
recreation didn't mean that the average person could cope with only simulated recreation—they had also become
addicted to the emotional swings...
The Planetary Leadership Council representative had arrived. It was always a guess as to who would
show up for the meetings since each member of the Council was critically needed for the seemingly never-ending
tasks of keeping the planet alive. Zena was happy to see that it was Keloz, a former scientist with the
Corporation's meteorological department.
"Keloz! How badly are you doing?"
Keloz deeply appreciated Zena's constant focus on reality and decided to give him a back-handed
compliment.
"Worse than you, my friend, but, considering the fine line you always have to tread, what with you acting
like the Worlds' peace ambassador, I may be in a better position when this state of emergency is over and you
begin to unravel into a normal person again."
"Ha! I will never be normal, Keloz, but unraveling sounds like a wonderful occupation... Give me the
latest."
"Well, the Corporate Leader—"