In No Time At All
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Peter left home before dawn, he never could have guessed that he would be whisked away by Aliens and taken beyond the rings of Saturn. Five others were also ‘Invited’. With a soft tremble, the gigantic Spacecraft began the return voyage to Mypolarius - passing planets, stars and using super-highways at ever increasing, unbelievable velocity! But why the invitation for us six? More
I’d had a strange night, with weird dreams, no … ‘visions’. At about 4:00am on that fateful day, I commenced one of my regular ‘Country Trips’ to the outback and Alice Springs. All went well, until somewhere between Woomera and Coober Pedy, my new company car stalled, and I was stuck on a deserted desert road. Now, those strange visions came back. Suddenly, there was a sound I’d never heard before, and the appearance of a ‘Craft’ … slowly coming closer! It landed, and a figure approached me … I fainted … it must have been the early March 90° heat. I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder, and two fingers helped me up. Then, I looked into his eyes. They were very large, blue hypnotic ovals, shining with love and compassion! No … I was not being ‘abducted’! At the same time, it was no ‘ordinary invitation’, as at this precise moment, I found out later, five others experienced the same fate, at different locations on our planet, namely; Joachim Valdez; Professor of Anthropology at the University of Quito, in Equador. Ernst Knaup, Chemical Engineer, from Stuttgart, Germany. Hamet Al Akhmin, Guide from Cairo Egypt. Chu Yuan Han, Farmer, from near Macheng, China, and Towhaki Whaitiri, Fisherman, from Raietea, in the Society Islands, Polynesia … Yes ... the six of us, including me, Peter Hendricks, Salesman, of Adelaide, Australia, had been ‘invited’ for an extraordinary, and incredibly adventurous journey to the ‘Home’ of our Hosts, the planet Mypolarius, situated in the fourth spiral of the Andromeda Galaxy, some 2.2 Million Light Years from planet Earth! … Of course, all ‘Reasons’ would be revealed, none of us had any doubts about that, but when and why? Who were they? I thought, looking at those puny looking creatures, in their silver spacesuits … “My name is Urach” … said the ‘Being’ who guided me into the Craft, “I’m your Guide, Peter, please, don’t be afraid!” Looking into his eyes, I wasn’t, I was just totally mesmerised, as he hadn’t even spoken, and I knew: this would be ‘one hell of a ride!’.