pdf file - Notes from An Alien

without such an awareness−without a general sense of unity−their lives were always subject to the intrusions of
those who thrived on dissent and force.
She estimated that ninety percent of the people she'd conversed with were in favor of regular courses in
schools about Oneness and its utterly practical benefits. Her example, her ability to influence others, were a great
aid in her mission but she knew that one person, no matter how influential, couldn't convince people of
something unless they somehow had a propensity for it within their own natures. She found herself often saying
a silent prayer of gratitude to Akla.
Verta found the traveling and greeting and talking triggering processes in her mind and heart that she'd
been told would appear. But she'd never guessed how wonderful they could be. She had the best tutor for how to
handle her blossoming qualities in her own mother.
Within the last month, she'd noticed what she suspected was her reception of thoughts and feelings from
people who were in no way near her. She'd done some experimenting, checking with those around her, and could
account for the alien impressions in no other way than that she could, in fact, engage in plasma communication
at a distance.
When she told her mother, their travel plans were immediately changed. They set out for a visit to
Anglana.
While they were on Angla-Palli, Anglana had told Mura about Taliv's intercession for Alunur. Mura was
intrigued but decided she would do nothing to hasten any connection between Alunur and Verta.
Verta was set to the task of attempting distance communication with people on Anglana's planet who
were thousands of miles away. In every case where she sent a request for their presence, the bewildered
individual showed up. Anglana asked Verta to attempt a communication with someone on the agricultural
Created World. No one showed up.
As far as Verta's learning how to keep the nearly constant reception of other's thoughts and feelings from
overmastering her own consciousness, she, in her own nature, had a head start. Her own sense of justice, her
incessant self-demand that she think for herself and process her feelings at depth was a critical advantage. Still,
the increasing volume of receptions would have overwhelmed her if Anglana hadn't insisted, a number of times,
that Verta submit to an infusion of Anglana's living substance into her bloodstream. This was repeated daily for
nine days. Verta then spent two full days sleeping. When she woke, her first words were:
“Mother, there's a man who needs me to meet him.”
“Who, Verta?”
“His name is Alunur. He's been calling my name in his dreams.”
As Mura and Verta traveled to the Territory of Aklana on Anla-Purum for their audience with the Aklan
Council of Justice, they had deep consultations about how to present their experience of teaching Akla's Faith.
They also consulted about what Verta's ability with plasma communication meant in both their lives.
Verta seemed to have forgotten about Alunur but her mother had trouble keeping her mind away from
the impending meeting.
When they arrived in Oaur, the seat of the Council of Justice, they discovered that the Council had
granted permission for a News Mesh team to be present at their meeting. The only word directly from the
Council was that they considered the coverage to be critical for increased awareness of the necessity for Worlds'wide
recognition of the Oneness of all Angians.
Alunur was sitting in his favorite chair, under the tree by the pond in the Besul's backyard, when he
heard a voice in his mind:
I've heard you calling and I'm very near now.
He stopped his sketching and, with trembling fingers, set aside his pad and pencil. He tried to stand up
but found his legs unwilling to support him. In his mind he, with a feeling of ridiculousness, said: Who are you?
The answer was immediate: My name is Verta and you should be standing outside the building that