Final
Disclosure
Christopher Mathews
First Contact
There had
been rumours and sightings for years of course. Since Rendlesham
Forest in 1980 and before that the Roswell incident
in the US. But
no formal recognition, no government acknowledgement that they existed at all, just
blunt official denial, coverups, misdirection and wild press
speculation. People, being what they are, made up their own minds or
more accurately, their imaginations. There were no hard facts.
However, decades
of speculation came to an abrupt end on the last day of March 2033 when
official government disclosure was made obsolete in a most dramatic
way. Every internet site, every TV and radio station, every mobile
phone and subdermal coms chip carried the same chilling announcement.
Do not be alarmed
we have taken control of your communications networks. This message is from the
Intergalactic High Council. Humanity has at last come of age. Your
race was ceded by this Council eons ago over infinite space. You are
now on the threshold of solar colonisation, soon you will discover interstellar
travel.
But your science
and technology have outstripped your wisdom. You lack self-control,
in this you are infants, you will destroy one another and the
Earth. You cannot be trusted to govern yourselves; you cannot yet be
allowed to spread beyond your world.
Humanity is
therefore now under the guardianship of our Interstellar Caretaker, Ansat. He
will meet your world leaders to discuss the transition. Forty solar
cycles from now Ansat will address your world.
This
announcement sounded wise and benign, even fatherly, but was heavy with the
threat of absolute and irresistible power. The same broadcast was
repeated over and over for twenty-four hours, and then communications went back
to normal. But the interruption had caused chaos and barely
contained panic. Aeroplanes and stock-markets around the globe both crashed.
The delicate balance of modern life, so dependent on technology that we have
come to rely upon had been exposed as fragile, and we all now knew it. Humanity
was at the mercy of these strangers, and we were powerless. Effortlessly they
could disrupt the technological web we have come to rely on. The food supply chain would collapse overnight,
panic would break out, as people squabbled over dwindling supplies.
“A loaf of bread for a
day’s wages,” the book of Revelation predicted of the last days; a succinct description
of social collapse which lies just below the surface of our age.
The folly of our proudly
vaunted long life expectancy is just an elusion, as all those dependent on medication
would die within a week, because no supplies could get through for lack of fuel.
It is shocking to think
that with our technology gone, we are all just one step from being bronze
aged goat herders. Hubris had brought us to the brink of collapse.
Our world would now cling
to their promise that mankind is on the threshold of its next giant
evolutionary leap. With this announcement, humanity is truly poised on the edge
of the next Cambrian Explosion. We know that
we are not now alone in the vast universe as we once thought, and now nothing
would ever be the same again.
Over the
intervening weeks, the world’s press was fixated on this one story, almost to
the exclusion of all else. Examining every implication and possible outcome.
Respected scientists, from every discipline, clamoured to give their
insights. Many came forward to say they had been monitoring the
massive spaceships in orbit around our little planet for years. but
were forbidden to speak out.
Fringe new
age cult groups as well as many mainstream religious leaders like the Pope held
massive gatherings. Offering their welcome, announcing Ansat as a saviour, the
twelfth Imam, the coming messiah, whilst desperately trying to accommodate this
paradigm shift into their traditions.
The sense
of anticipation mixed with real dread was palpable. No one doubted the truth of
the announcement or the validity of their claim. Dissenters were swiftly
and silently disappeared.
The same
worldwide announcement was made every seven days throughout the months of April
and May, just as spring was coming into full bloom, but it also brought social unrest,
collapse and even chaos.
On the
fortieth day, all the phone and TV screens changed to a live feed from the
White House lawn, in America. The
world’s press was busy setting up cameras. Leaders from all over the planet
were gathered. Our own King, along with all the royal crowned heads of
the world were there. The leaders of the world’s religions were distinct in
their colourful finery, and most shocking were rulers of nations, which under
normal circumstances would never be seen at the same gathering.
The Benevolent Guardian
A
thundering sound was followed by the shocking sight of a gigantic liquid
spaceship landing on the White House lawn. A hatch opened with a
cold metallic hissing sound. The dignitaries parted as all eyes
turned to look upon a terrifying sight. Countless numbers of
7-foot-tall non-human creatures emerged. Human-like, but only just enough to be
recognisable. These looked like monsters made from the discarded remains of all
sorts of reptilian creatures. Their appearance was softened, but not
wholly disguised by the fact that they were clothed in what could be, either
royal livery or more sinisterly military uniforms. Each was carrying
a long complicated metallic blue object, which ambiguously, could be a royal
sceptre or a weapon. They were leading, what to everyone’s relief was a man, a
very normal-looking man. He was rather tall and slender, possibly of
Scandinavian or Nordic ancestry. He approached a microphone set up
upon a dais. His tall, mute entourage fanned out,
shoulder-to-shoulder in an arc behind him, obscuring completely the world
leaders. Earth was looking on, holding its breath.
He spoke
with a soft engaging voice, delivered in a clear and refined English
accent. Afterwards, others told me that he had an educated American voice,
or spoke in perfect fluent French. It seems to me that each person
heard him in the voice they instinctively most trusted. Oddly, none
of the recordings made of that announcement can be recovered, they were all
blank. Finally, he cleared his throat and addressed the waiting
world…
My children, it
is a real joy to us that humanity has at last come of age. But you
are like adolescents who have discovered the first strength of manhood, but not
the maturity to wield it. Think of me as your guardian, taking care
that you do not destroy yourselves before you can walk on your own. Or, if you
prefer, as a schoolteacher settling squabbles in the playground.
I represent the
will of the ‘Intergalactic High Council of Sentient Beings’ who, in their
beneficence wish to invite mankind to our table when you are ready. Until that
time, you must submit to our custodianship.
Your leaders
have therefore agreed to surrender their power and authority to me, for a
while. I have crossed the vast expanse of space over millions of
years in peace and friendship to…
But here,
his soft voice and seductively reasonable words were abruptly interrupted by a
break in the transmission. A dishevelled looking old man appeared in
what was obviously a makeshift studio. He was half recognisable as
the leading physicist who had been appointed by our own government. He had met with the interstellar delegation
when first contact was made, but soon after had mysteriously disappeared.
The unmasking
He lies; they
are not what they claim to be. They have not travelled across space
to bring peace. They have always walked among us. They flatter with
the notion that ‘humanity has come of age’ or with an invitation to the ‘high
table of sentient beings’, but they have appeared to subjugate
humanity. They impress with technology because it is in technology
and science that we have placed our faith. We have abandoned the God
who made us and have surrendered to the demons who would enslave us.
History is
littered with their malevolent presence bringing oppression and misery to
mankind. They are interdimensional beings; they occupied the
shadows, the dark matter, they are the goblins and ghosts. The demigods and
demons of ancient literature they are the Nephilim of the bible. The devils and
the fallen angels of history reinvented as space beings. Subjugation is their
plan; they seek to bring hell to earth and obliterate the Imago Dei and re-make
man in their own image.
Ansat is nothing
more than a demon masquerading as an Angel of light. He came to deceive and
enslave humanity in chains of darkness and proclaim himself as God…..
But here
the screen went blank, all screens went blank, all communication went blank,
each of us was now alone, facing an uncertain future.
Copyright Christopher Mathews
