The Hidden Files

I never thought I would be writing anything remotely subversive, but in the present climate of government control and suspicion of anything new it could apply.

The future may be more sympathetic so perhaps I should hide this manuscript to be found later. Some of my special friends may do the same.

It all started with that bogey of the intellectual which is unbridled curiosity. I had been experimenting with psychotropic drugs together with a few close friends. The use of cannabis was tried and early abandoned as useless for any worthwhile increase in knowledge, so that LSD was given a try but led to some alarming freakouts requiring a stay in hospital. Notwithstanding, our next course was the mushroom which grows on the bare mountain peaks of Mexico. This was found to be available on the Internet, and after ascertaining the reliability and purity we decided to have a go. This was the idea of fun in our little band of middle aged nerds who were not much interested in football and TV.

I started to experiment in the privacy of my room the isolation being conducive to more interesting experiences. It was in one of these sessions I had a visitor. It was a small man, bald clean shaven with a large head in disproportion to his frame covered by a simple white robe .We stared at each other, his eyes were a piercing pale blue. I made to address him but I could not speak. He smiled but showed no teeth and said, “ I hope I am not disturbing you , but I have an important message”. His mouth did not move the words appeared in my mind, ”I am not really here this is a holographic image”.

I immediately responded with the thought “Who are you ? Where are you from?” He replied, “I am in a large spaceship in orbit around Neptune, if you were to look in the right direction it is visible on a telescope. I see you react to my absence of hair so you can call me Baldy.” I wondered about correct protocol for this and essayed the thought, “I am honoured to make your acquaintance. How may I be of service”?

The response as immediate, “I wish to upload in your mind certain information about your world and its people which has ever been hidden from you, that is with your permission as it will change your interpretation of that which is really Truth and is entirely different how you will see the world”.

I said, “Why have picked me for this doubtful privilege?”

“You have left yourself open by the indulgence of certain drugs, normally held for the use by Shamans who for centuries have been familiar with Truth. You can refuse of course but your keen curiosity suggests you might comply”.

I answered sharply, “Of course I will I am not afraid of Truth”.

The apparition went on, “Very well, but I warn you .You will not be happy with knowledge you will feel you cannot share. It would result in not merely ridicule but the attraction of security forces which prefer the populace to remain ignorant, and that includes the churches which will say you are in league with the Devil”.

I thought I detected a wry humorous note in the last part of the transmission in the facial expression which could be a smile. Considering the proposition and living as I do in relative seclusion apart for the meetings with other old nerds dissatisfied with things in general the proposal had a certain attraction. The notion of a visitor from space had always held a fascination. Now the big moment had arrived I viewed the possibilities with cold caution. Perhaps I could write a book, under an alias of course.

I drew a deep breath and said, “OK let me have it”.

The diminutive figure seemed to chuckle and I received the answer, ”Congratulations, I had already put it all in your mind, but was ready to remove it instantly.”

I thanked him in thoughts of appreciation with regrets that he was unable to stay for tea. He answered, “I would love to but this is only a hologram in an appearance which is acceptable to you as we do not have material bodies. As a parting gift you will be contacted by others bearing the burden of Truth and to discuss ways of releasing it to the world.”

And that was that, he disappeared. There was no evidence of the visitation and I was coming out of the high produced by the sacred mushroom. Strange images and thoughts were in my mind. I sat down and started to write. The Hidden Files

I never thought I would be writing anything remotely subversive, but in the present climate of government control and suspicion of anything new it could apply.

The future may be more sympathetic so perhaps I should hide this manuscript to be found later. Some of my special friends may do the same.

It all started with that bogey of the intellectual which is unbridled curiosity. I had been experimenting with psychotropic drugs together with a few close friends. The use of cannabis was tried and early abandoned as useless for any worthwhile increase in knowledge, so that LSD was given a try but led to some alarming freakouts requiring a stay in hospital. Notwithstanding, our next course was the mushroom which grows on the bare mountain peaks of Mexico. This was found to be available on the Internet, and after ascertaining the reliability and purity we decided to have a go. This was the idea of fun in our little band of middle aged nerds who were not much interested in football and TV.

I started to experiment in the privacy of my room the isolation being conducive to more interesting experiences. It was in one of these sessions I had a visitor. It was a small man, bald clean shaven with a large head in disproportion to his frame covered by a simple white robe .We stared at each other, his eyes were a piercing pale blue. I made to address him but I could not speak. He smiled but showed no teeth and said, “ I hope I am not disturbing you , but I have an important message”. His mouth did not move the words appeared in my mind, ”I am not really here this is a holographic image”.

I immediately responded with the thought “Who are you ? Where are you from?” He replied, “I am in a large spaceship in orbit around Neptune, if you were to look in the right direction it is visible on a telescope. I see you react to my absence of hair so you can call me Baldy.” I wondered about correct protocol for this and essayed the thought, “I am honoured to make your acquaintance. How may I be of service”?

The response as immediate, “I wish to upload in your mind certain information about your world and its people which has ever been hidden from you, that is with your permission as it will change your interpretation of that which is really Truth and is entirely different how you will see the world”.

I said, “Why have picked me for this doubtful privilege?”

“You have left yourself open by the indulgence of certain drugs, normally held for the use by Shamans who for centuries have been familiar with Truth. You can refuse of course but your keen curiosity suggests you might comply”.

I answered sharply, “Of course I will I am not afraid of Truth”.

The apparition went on, “Very well, but I warn you .You will not be happy with knowledge you will feel you cannot share. It would result in not merely ridicule but the attraction of security forces which prefer the populace to remain ignorant, and that includes the churches which will say you are in league with the Devil”.

I thought I detected a wry humorous note in the last part of the transmission in the facial expression which could be a smile. Considering the proposition and living as I do in relative seclusion apart for the meetings with other old nerds dissatisfied with things in general the proposal had a certain attraction. The notion of a visitor from space had always held a fascination. Now the big moment had arrived I viewed the possibilities with cold caution. Perhaps I could write a book, under an alias of course.

I drew a deep breath and said, “OK let me have it”.

The diminutive figure seemed to chuckle and I received the answer, ”Congratulations, I had already put it all in your mind, but was ready to remove it instantly.”

I thanked him in thoughts of appreciation with regrets that he was unable to stay for tea. He answered, “I would love to but this is only a hologram in an appearance which is acceptable to you as we do not have material bodies. As a parting gift you will be contacted by others bearing the burden of Truth and to discuss ways of releasing it to the world.”

And that was that, he disappeared. There was no evidence of the visitation and I was coming out of the high produced by the sacred mushroom. Strange images and thoughts were in my mind. I sat down and started to write. The Hidden Files

I never thought I would be writing anything remotely subversive, but in the present climate of government control and suspicion of anything new it could apply.

The future may be more sympathetic so perhaps I should hide this manuscript to be found later. Some of my special friends may do the same.

It all started with that bogey of the intellectual which is unbridled curiosity. I had been experimenting with psychotropic drugs together with a few close friends. The use of cannabis was tried and early abandoned as useless for any worthwhile increase in knowledge, so that LSD was given a try but led to some alarming freakouts requiring a stay in hospital. Notwithstanding, our next course was the mushroom which grows on the bare mountain peaks of Mexico. This was found to be available on the Internet, and after ascertaining the reliability and purity we decided to have a go. This was the idea of fun in our little band of middle aged nerds who were not much interested in football and TV.

I started to experiment in the privacy of my room the isolation being conducive to more interesting experiences. It was in one of these sessions I had a visitor. It was a small man, bald clean shaven with a large head in disproportion to his frame covered by a simple white robe .We stared at each other, his eyes were a piercing pale blue. I made to address him but I could not speak. He smiled but showed no teeth and said, “ I hope I am not disturbing you , but I have an important message”. His mouth did not move the words appeared in my mind, ”I am not really here this is a holographic image”.

I immediately responded with the thought “Who are you ? Where are you from?” He replied, “I am in a large spaceship in orbit around Neptune, if you were to look in the right direction it is visible on a telescope. I see you react to my absence of hair so you can call me Baldy.” I wondered about correct protocol for this and essayed the thought, “I am honoured to make your acquaintance. How may I be of service”?

The response as immediate, “I wish to upload in your mind certain information about your world and its people which has ever been hidden from you, that is with your permission as it will change your interpretation of that which is really Truth and is entirely different how you will see the world”.

I said, “Why have picked me for this doubtful privilege?”

“You have left yourself open by the indulgence of certain drugs, normally held for the use by Shamans who for centuries have been familiar with Truth. You can refuse of course but your keen curiosity suggests you might comply”.

I answered sharply, “Of course I will I am not afraid of Truth”.

The apparition went on, “Very well, but I warn you .You will not be happy with knowledge you will feel you cannot share. It would result in not merely ridicule but the attraction of security forces which prefer the populace to remain ignorant, and that includes the churches which will say you are in league with the Devil”.

I thought I detected a wry humorous note in the last part of the transmission in the facial expression which could be a smile. Considering the proposition and living as I do in relative seclusion apart for the meetings with other old nerds dissatisfied with things in general the proposal had a certain attraction. The notion of a visitor from space had always held a fascination. Now the big moment had arrived I viewed the possibilities with cold caution. Perhaps I could write a book, under an alias of course.

I drew a deep breath and said, “OK let me have it”.

The diminutive figure seemed to chuckle and I received the answer, ”Congratulations, I had already put it all in your mind, but was ready to remove it instantly.”

I thanked him in thoughts of appreciation with regrets that he was unable to stay for tea. He answered, “I would love to but this is only a hologram in an appearance which is acceptable to you as we do not have material bodies. As a parting gift you will be contacted by others bearing the burden of Truth and to discuss ways of releasing it to the world.”

And that was that, he disappeared. There was no evidence of the visitation and I was coming out of the high produced by the sacred mushroom. Strange images and thoughts were in my mind. I sat down and started to write.

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