FROM; VOICES FROM SPIRIT MAGAZINE Vol. 7 No. 2 Copyright July, 1993 By
Spiritist Publications By The Polleys. All rights reserved.
THE BRIEFING
By; Speaker Gerald A. Polley
THE ANCIENT ONE WAS LATE! EVERY FOUR OR EIGHT years there
was a briefing and he liked to sit in on them, but he had been delayed on
an errand and was afraid he'd miss this one. Even though he was invisible,
he had to move carefully. He still had enough density to knock over light
objects, and he didn't want to betray his presence. He entered the room he
wanted to, quietly. The briefing had already begun, but he made himself comfortable
on a low bookshelf to watch the proceedings. A rather young man sat behind
the desk, a large folder before him. He shuffled through its contents several
times while the older man in front of him watched with an almost mischevious
grin. He had seen this reaction many times and it humored him almost as
much as it humored The Ancient One. The younger man finally spoke.
"I was expecting some interesting briefings, Mr. Green, but I have to admit,
nothing like this ever crossed my mind; alien beings taking on human form,
planning to take over the world? And there's absolutely nothing we can do?"
The older man took a serious expression. "Sir," he said, "how can you fight
someone who can change bodies the way we change shirts? That even if you
imprison him, can project himself anywhere in the world; who can split himself
in two or three fragments and be several places at once, and God help us
if some idiot ever kills one of them!
They tolerate us as long as we're no danger to them, but if we become a
threat to them, or Their culture, well, you've read some of the reports. They
could kill your best friend, put somebody else in his body, and have him
working right beside you the next day, and you wouldn't know the difference.
We worry about every agent that is out of contact for two or three days."
"There's no defense?" the young man asked.
The older man smiled. "There's one," he answered. "They can't touch an
honest man, a truthful man, a just man. They have no power against the good.
That's why I hand pick the agents for my special unit. Every one of them
is honest....wouldn't hurt anybody unless they had to. You see, sir, all
they want, really, is what we want; religious freedom, justice, fair treatment
for every man or woman no matter the color of their skin or their heritage.
they want a peaceful world where their children will be safe until they're
ready to leave."
"It sounds like to me, Mr. Green, you might be one of them," the younger
man put in.
"No, sir!" he assured. "It's just that you kind of get a feel of them.
They're not evil, they just look at things a little different than we do.
Little more action, little less talk."
The younger man shut the folder and began to tap it. "Can you suggest any
course of action?" he asked.
Green leaned forward. "You could get on his good side," he suggested, "help
him. Give him some publicity, some support."
"You said he wasn't interested in any government money," the young man
put in.
"No, but you could direct some private sources to him," Green continued,
"let some poeple know who's interested in that sort of thing that he's o.k.
or maybe you could make him some kind of advisor or something."
A look of horror crossed the younger man's face, then it faded. He handed
the folder back to Green. "I'll want a monthly update!" he insisted. "No,
a weekly update. I'll consider what you said. I don't know...I really don't.
This is something I just might leave alone as my predecessor did." A mischievous
smile crept around Green's face. "But I'll think about what you said, I'll
think about it carefully, and if I come up with something I'll let you know."
"Yes, sir," Green answered. As he opened the door a cat came charging in,
at first in a very playful mood, but as it neared the bookcase it froze,
then began to nervously back off, not taking its eyes off the empty space.
The young man laughed. "What's the matter with you, Buttons, seen a ghost?"
Green watched the cat slowly turn and stare out the door, then quickly
return to its frolicking rush around the desk. Green went out into the hall
and shut the door, holding the file close to him.
"Maybe that's just WHAT he saw. Maybe that's what he saw, indeed!"
The Ancient One watched him make his way down the hall then slipped through
the window and winged homeward. "I kind of like this one," he thught, "I
hope he turns out better than the last one...a lot better!"
THE END