Harmony
22

Pixie opened her eyes. She was back in the auditorium, conscious of the soft fabric of the chaise lounge beneath her. Lyri was gently removing the helmet. Pixie was grateful that the emotions of her time in captivity had not been relived along with the memories of it. She was grateful, too, for the blackouts, which further protected her from the negative effects of those experiences. Nonetheless, it had been emotionally exhausting, remembering all of what had happened.

Thylen sat down next to her. If you can please, Pixie, sit up for me?

His gently spoken words and the sight of him was like the coolest of breezes on a hot day. She felt completely safe and loved by him. She could feel more sources of love too. She felt Kjersti and Lyri, focussing on her. It was nice. Then, best of all: she felt the love of her eleven companions. All this registered in her mind more or less simultaneously.

She sat up. She was still quite spaced out. Thylen spoke again. Please look straight at me, Pixie. I’m going to place my hands on you for a moment. Please close your eyes.

She did so. He moved his hands to either side of her head until they were almost in contact, but not quite. Warmth and lightness raced through her immediately. She felt her energy returning. She wanted a coffee; that was a nice thought. Thylen removed his hands and she opened her eyes again. He was regarding her solemnly; however it was Kjersti’s voice that she heard next.

We know how hard that was, even with our blocks in place. Thylen is a healer, if you haven’t worked that out already. You should be okay now.

Pixie was now capable of speech. “I am, thank you. Yes that was hard. Will the memories of that time go away, like you said?”

Yes they will. Thylen again. You’ll be surprised how soon they recede from your mind, even for a difficult life review like that one. Once you refocus on your present life here, those memories will become less immediate and will only be in your consciousness if you want them to be.

Suria’s voice made Pixie turn around. “Oh Pixie, I’m so sorry. It was exactly as we feared, wasn’t it?”

She might have sighed, but she didn’t feel too bad. “Yes, I’m afraid it was. Now I know what my prison dreams were about. Sort of. Maybe they were still metaphors; I don’t know for sure.”

Pixie turned back to the Pleiadians. “Thank you for the blackouts. There were so many of them. I’m glad I didn’t have to re-experience any of what must have happened.”

Kjersti responded this time. You are welcome. The process blocks out many bad events, as I’m sure you are all well aware by now. Can you see why you ascended, Pixie? Kjersti asked.

Pixie had barely given it a thought. Her captivity had been too confronting and had not given her the opportunity to think about ascension during or since her review. She said the first thing that came into her head. “I tried to help him?”

Kjersti continued. Yes, but it was a bit more than that. It was the place where your help was coming from. Do you remember your words to him? The words you spoke that changed his whole approach to you?

Pixie thought for a moment, waiting for the memory to come back to her. “Was it when I said something about my life being worth it if I could help him?”

Yes! Kjersti’s voice was emphatic. To be in that situation for so long, suffering as much as you did, and then to replace it within yourself to forgive and be so selfless was astonishing to us. In those words, you were saying that helping him was the only reason for your existence: the only thing of true value from your life. You made him feel like he wasn’t totally worthless and showed him that he could be loved in the right circumstances. There are many of us who have seen you say those words in that context and we are all in awe of that one moment. It is one of the most giving things I have ever heard in all my years of doing this.

You pulled that from the depths of your soul. Lyri’s voice now. It changed his whole thought process and redeemed him almost from the unfathomable abyss he was in. You saved his soul when he had no right whatsoever to expect that from anyone, let alone a person he had hurt so much.

Now Thylen’s voice. Pixie was humbled that they all wanted to share their views on her life. Then, you continued to do so after that moment, refusing to give up on him. You kept fighting the mental pain and anguish in an effort to keep that persona going through many months of captivity. Yes it was motivated by thoughts of escape, but it came from a place of purity and goodness, which is the critical thing here. In the end, you saved him. Such a special thing to have done, Pixie. You’re still only a teenager, too.

“I’m eighteen, yes,” was all she could say. Pixie did not know what to think. She was so much in awe of these people, yet here they were heaping praise on her as if she was some icon to them. They had a phenomenal ability to make people feel special. Then she thought on it more deeply: she was proud of what she had done in that moment and beyond it. Her actions were driven by the desire and need to escape, she had to admit that. However those compassionate words she had spoken sprung from a reservoir of power and strength she had uncovered within herself. It was as if she was reaching to some much higher existence, way up in the hierarchy of spirit, in that moment. It was a place of relative purity and goodness. She might not have discovered it had her life not taken a U-turn on that highway in Germany. Titan might have some sort of weird connection with her because, in a way, he helped her. It was wrong to think too highly of him, however. Le’s voice broke her out of her reverie.

“We hear you say those word Pixie. I so proud of you.” Her voice clearly expressed how moved she was by what Pixie had done. Pixie was now understanding why she had ascended and could feel the truth of it. No doubt her companions had also felt similarly during their reviews.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” Pixie was thanking Le, but mostly the Pleiadians, whom she turned to as she expressed her gratitude. “What happened at the end there? I died when I fell down the steps, I get that, but did he die?” she asked.

Kjersti answered her. No. Not yet. He is in a bad way, though. The farm was isolated, as you found out very late. A visiting neighbour discovered both of you, him unconscious and you deceased. He will live, but he is broken, physically and emotionally. He is past his madness; his mental illness. You fixed that. He is now fully aware of what he has done. It is too soon to say if he will do anything with that knowledge. There are a few scenarios for him, ranging from death and rebirth with a karmic debt, through to full recovery, prison time and then a post-prison life devoted to helping abuse survivors. This latter scenario is the most unlikely, but it’s possible. Regardless, he will live for some amount of time yet. It will be enough time for him to reflect on what he did to you, and what he needs to do in his next life to pay back the bad behaviour. It already looks, I am told, as if he may die within a year from complications due to the fall and be reborn fairly soon after. He will then dedicate his new life to preventing violence against women. Prior to your intervention, he was likely to be eliminated.

Pixie didn’t know what to think about this. It might be an overused phrase on Old Earth, but it appeared she had helped save his soul, almost literally. If she could do that, what else might she be capable of? She could feel self-belief rising within her and resolved to foster it as often as possible. She was curious as to what “eliminated” meant. Suria was one step ahead of her.

“Kjersti, does eliminated mean his soul is destroyed?” she asked.

Not exactly. He would have been sent back to Source and dissolved. Similar to destruction, but more of a reabsorbing back into Source, not a total elimination of his soul. It’s the harshest of punishments. It would have meant he would no longer incarnate in this universe. He has avoided that and has a chance now, thanks to Pixie. It will be a long, long road back for him, though.

“Are my parents okay?” Pixie asked.

Well, all parents who lose a child always do it hard, as will yours, but there is a silver lining to their story.

“There is?” Pixie was hopeful something good had happened to her parents. They were both so nice and she was now a bit sad, thinking about how they must be doing, losing their only child.

Your mother was pregnant when you were taken. Your baby brother, Willem, was born almost a year ago. He is helping them heal. He is a special soul and they will ultimately be okay.

A rush of gladness went through Pixie at this news. “Oh that’s so nice. They are good people.”

Yes, they are. Do you have any other questions, Pixie?

She suddenly remembered something. “Yes!” she said. “My mother Hanna: I dreamt about her in the village a few nights ago. How did this happen, do you know?”

Thylen responded. It is possible that you and she connected across dimensions while you were both in the dream state. I know how close you two were, and this connection will help her heal.

Pixie simply nodded, pleased that her lovely mother would eventually get over losing a child. Especially in such horrible circumstances. She considered the notion of one day meeting her and her Dad again and couldn’t wait for that moment to come.

Do you have any further questions, Pixie? Asked Kjersti.

“No, but I might later, if that’s okay?” she said.

Of course. There will be time for all of you if anyone wants, to talk about your lives later. Time now, for a break, said Kjersti.

This way everyone. Coffee and biscuits, and other things, if you wish. Lyri was playing the hostess role again. She was so nice.

“You guys are the awesomest people ever!” Rocsi had invented a word, but Pixie didn’t care. It suited.

Once you’ve had enough of a break, please return here. Kjersti excused herself and left with Thylen, while Lyri led them back to the break room they had had lunch in. It had been magically furnished with freshly made coffee, teas, and even some kvass for Rais. They all could discuss their lives openly now, and everyone agreed they felt whole and energised, ready for whatever was next. Some of the others asked a Pixie a few more questions about her life, but she deferred. Not because the memories disturbed her, but more so that she didn’t care that much anymore. They all agreed with that line of thinking. Pixie was curious about her love of math, however, and she planned pursue that further when she had the chance. It was one thing she never got to explore because of her captivity.

Soon they were back in the auditorium. As they walked in, Suria whispered to Pixie: “Look, the lounge is gone, and three chairs are there. No table in front of them.”

“Why does that matter?” Pixie whispered back.

“It means they have nothing to hide. People often use tables in situations like this because they’re consciously or unconsciously not giving the complete truth. They are not doing this. It means their full body language is available to us. I know we don’t have anything to worry about in that regard where these guys are concerned, but it means they will be open and giving with their information.”

“We knew that anyway, but yes, it is good to see them being as open with us as possible.” Pixie felt self-conscious about the whispering. She motioned to Suria with a finger to her lips that they should stop it now. They took their seats as before.

The past life reviews were over; their memory and their place within the universe had been revealed. It was clear to Pixie they were all ready to move on and to discover what their purpose here in Switzerland, on New Earth, was. The operation that had been hinted at and only vaguely referred to was now going to be revealed. Given her remembered propensity to want to help others at her deepest level of self, Pixie was perhaps more excited than she’d yet been since awakening at the prospect of helping others in a safe and happy environment.

Kjersti was sitting in the middle of the three chairs with, as expected, Thylen and Lyri on either side. She addressed them all. We hope you’re all refreshed after what has been a bit of a difficult experience for each of you. Even without the emotions, it is still sad to leave loved ones behind, even if you can’t feel the connection now. You have the memory of it. We encourage you to focus on the future, and your life together here. There is a lot to be done in the next few years.

Pixie felt ready for whatever she was supposed to do and motivated to do her absolute best at all times. She thought once again of what she’d discovered about herself, her willingness to replace the best in others and raise them up. She then thought of the togetherness and unity within the twelve of them. How easy and joyful her life now was compared to what she had been through. She wanted to draw from this wellspring and give absolutely and unreservedly to whatever this operation was that the Pleiadians had in mind for them.

Before we start telling you about what that is likely to entail, I want to answer a question you had asked after lunch, but I deferred. Now is the time to explain how you came to be here, together. Kjersti paused, as if emphasising the importance of what was to come. Pixie was getting used to this, but she had so far not even been remotely disappointed by what Kjersti said after her pauses.

Pixie could sense some consternation amongst the group. What was the thinking behind their togetherness? Were they all expected to have relationships? That might be too much pressure on some of them. She trusted that the Pleiadians were wise enough not to have put them in this position with such an outcome in mind.

Kjersti’s next words surprised Pixie somewhat. I have a question for you all. Did you notice the symbols above the doors of your houses?

Pixie and Suria had discussed them a few times. So had some of the others. No-one was really sure.

“Yes, we did. We do not know what they mean. Maybe too busy to think much about them.” Rais pretty much summed up their appraisal of those symbols. They hadn’t tried too hard to figure them out. There was simply too many distractions with other things.

Are any of you familiar with astrology?

A few tentative yes responses. Pixie had no idea, so she didn’t say anything.

Well, I specialise in Terran astrology. I made sure you were all compatible using your birth charts from your past life, while at the same time having each one of you represent the twelve astrology signs. It was some task, I can tell you, but I enjoyed it. Village planning is a deep love of mine.

Gimi was the first to respond. “That is a… I didn’t expect that. I don’t know a lot about astrology, but Rowesha was very much into it.”

“So... you’re saying, Kjersti, that you used astrology to match us up in pairs, or as a group?” Bia asked.

As a group. There are potential romantic attractions within any group of individuals, but as with anything in astrology, it’s an indication only. Thylen joked earlier about me matching Prina and Rivo up: I didn’t actually do that. She shot a quick but knowing glance at Thylen.

What I did do was engineer certain planetary aspects between all of you, ensuring that you not only get along as best as possible, but that you all complement each other. Your skills and attributes are what will be needed in the future, as well as the present. It took me some time, and I had to work quickly given the times of your deaths, but it’s my favourite thing to do and I’m so fortunate I can still do it at my age.

“How… how old are you, Kjersti? It’s very hard to tell and I hope you don’t mind me asking.” Prina was exceedingly polite and delicate with her question.

No, not at all. We Pleiadians live a lot longer than you Terrans do. I’m four-hundred and sixty-three years old. Before you ask, that’s not yet at retirement age. I’ll still be doing this for a while. Thylen and Lyri are much younger than me. They are still in the hundred to hundred-and-fifty range.

“Merely babies, then… Oh my god. That raises so many questions. I’m so curious about your history, your society… everything. So that’s how you’ve been following us for many lifetimes. You live such a long time!” remarked Suria. She was back to her normal talkative self and much bolder now.

Exactly right, Suria. You have all been in my ‘watch group’, to coin a phrase, for a few hundred years. We will talk about that and about ourselves throughout the next few weeks and months. Right now, I want to keep your focus on why you’re here and what is to come for you.

“Sounds fair, and may I say that you guys do not show your age at all,” joked Arias, grinning at them.

Our society is many, many thousands of years ahead of yours, and we have learned a great deal about nutrition and health that we can teach you. Lyri’s words carried with them much promise for this new lifetime they were now all in.

“Practically speaking, Kjersti, should we move to different houses, or… Now that I think of it, how do I know what sign I am, or anyone else?” Tau asked.

Moving houses? That isn’t necessary or expected. You can if you want to. As for replaceing out your sign: that’s one of our tasks for you. One or more of you can, if you wish, learn astrology and work it out for yourselves. I know your birth dates and times from your last lives. I will give those to you. As far as creating charts and analysing them, that is your task, if any of you are interested. You can ask me for assistance but, as you might be starting to realise, I would prefer that you do this for yourselves.

“I’m pretty keen to have a go at that. Unless anyone else wants to?” Rocsi sounded quite energised and motivated at the possibilities of this task.

“I’ll help you, Rocsi. I’d love to be involved too.” Suria’s volunteering didn’t surprise Pixie at all.

Kjersti paused. There were no more responses. Okay great! Rocsi and Suria – there aren’t any astrology books in your library. I will furnish you with some and you can start whenever you’re ready. This will be a useful skill for the future, as you will replace out. One thing I might add, with regards to your compatibility: relationships here on New Terra are much easier. That is a factor as well.

She paused again, but not long enough for anyone else to ask a question.

Next thing to discuss, your arrivals here. To you, it may appear as if we dropped you in the middle of nowhere. You see, you were never in any danger. We had a plan. It was a complex juggling act of personalities, timing of death, and transitioning to this dimension.

Kjersti looked at Thylen, who continued the explanation. The mix and the timing of your arrivals here was quite delicate. There is a finite period in the ether between death on Old Terra and re-awakening here on New Terra where we have to act.

“I see, but why put us in the wild and not straight in the village?” asked Gimi.

We put you out in the open because we wanted you to see the village as a place of refuge: a haven of sorts.

“It always be that way for me,” said Le.

Thylen nodded briefly before continuing. Some of you needed a bit of prodding. We had to turn you around Suria because you went the wrong way initially. Arias and Rocsi, we simply prompted you straight away. Then we stopped using that side of the mountain and put the rest of you up near where Pixie started, because she found the village right away.

“Yeah, it was kind of strange. I felt like I had to turn around and of course that worked. How did you ‘prod’ us, though?” Suria asked.

We sent a gentle pulse from our craft. From above. We followed all of you to ensure you were headed towards the village. Lyri was now answering.

Pixie had heard of UFOs before and there was an implied travel aspect to the Pleiadians being on either old or New Earth. However, to hear, first-hand, that these things were real was quite the revelation. Now it was all she could think of. She was going to ride in a “UFO”! It felt wrong to use that term, but it was all she had for the moment.

“Your craft? I think we know what means. Please tell us more?” Rais asked.

You’ll see it soon enough. We’ll take you back to the village in it. They are nothing special to us, although to you we expect they will be. They’re small aerial craft that allow us to cover short distances with minimum effort. Lyri’s words generated some responses from Pixie’s companions.

“That’s so great, Lyri, thank you.” Prina’s voice carried mostly relief in its tone. “I wasn’t looking forward to the trip back.”

“It sure is great, and thank you also,” concurred Gimi. “Going back to the prodding you talked about before. So it’s a gentle pulse – I’m assuming electromagnetic of some sort? I’m okay with that. What I don’t get is how none of us saw or heard you.”

Lyri continued her explanation. We had our visible shielding on, making us invisible to anyone outside, and our craft, in hover or cruise mode, are completely silent. So that’s why.

Lyri will be your pilot on the way back, interjected Kjersti.

“Wow, so exciting!” Le was beaming, sitting next to Pixie. They exchanged glances, Pixie nodding at her in total agreeance.

“Certainly better than a broken light aircraft, eh Le?” remarked Bia. “Just on that, why the aircraft for our first night?”

Thylen answered. Ah, yes. It is part of the same concept. Having you appreciate the village because of where you started out. It is a common psychological ploy we have previously used to great effect. You see, all six of you on that night died very close together on Old Terra. We knew Rais’ leadership abilities and we wanted you all to develop some self-reliance and teamwork that you could bring back to the bigger group when you met them. Of course, you passed the test easily. Apologies for the discomfort that first night, but we knew it wouldn’t be long before you found your way to the village. Especially when we left you a map.

“It not so bad up there in aircraft,” said Le.

Suria laughed at this. “On come on Le, of course it was! You said so many times.”

“Yeah alright, I did. But it over now and we not go back there again.” Le giggled as well.

“I have a question? It’s been bugging me for a while now.”

Yes, Neca? Kjersti was curious.

“Why seven females and five males? Why not half and half?” Pixie had wondered this as well and the group had discussed it on occasions once they realised that the village makeup and their presence there had been coordinated from the start.

Kjersti responded. It is not important what your biological sex is in this dimension. It’s just the way it worked out. There are wide variations in village makeups like yours around the world, both in terms of males and females, countries of origin, sexuality, and other factors. Villages are of all different sizes and purposes. Nothing more to read into your group make-up than that.

Thylen took over the explanation. The balances and make-ups of all villages around the world depend on the needs of different areas, the pool of ascenders from which we can choose, and other aspects such as languages and so on. You all speak English, and that was a factor, but it’s more important that you are all compatible. There are country-specific villages, religion-specific villages, and so on. There is a wide variety, as you will replace out in the coming years, the more you get into this operation. Regardless of the makeup of each village, though, femininity and masculinity are kept in balance as much as possible.

“Femininity and its place in the world came up in Prina’s life and in Bia’s life, from memory. You guys mentioned it then. Can you tell us more?” asked Neca.

Thylen happily replied. Certainly, Neca. You would all be well aware of the recent rise of women on Terra; specifically their changing roles and increasing equality. That is part of it, but that’s only biological sex differences. It is not the same as being feminine or masculine. Men can be feminine; women can be masculine. Masculinity and femininity are forms of expression as well as ways of relating to others. There are many other inputs and complexities I won’t go into here. Both masculinity and femininity are needed for healthy societal growth, but in balance. They are not in balance on Terra. We like to think they are in our society. We have not had any wars or conflict in over a hundred thousand years. This is what we want for your planet. It’s the whole reason we are here. If we can help you balance these forces out, as well as eliminate a lot of the darkness, we might be aid you in healing yourselves, the way we did all those eons ago.

There was silence for a moment. Pixie was digesting Thylen’s words. It was so far in advance of where Old Earth was at; a concept she could only dream of. Here was Thylen saying it was a reality for their people. The evidence of this was all there in front of them, and in the way these three had behaved towards them over the last few hours.

Kjersti picked up the slack. Nicely said, Thylen. That leads perfectly into the reason you are here, now, together. This operation we want your help with. She paused. Here it was.

We need you to be the leaders of a new society.

She paused again. She was such a good speaker. There was no way anyone could not grasp the central importance of those words. She continued after a few more moments of silence.

You may think this will be difficult – leading a new society. Complicated perhaps, and lots of hard work. It needn’t be. You simply need to be yourselves. Continue doing what you’re doing and what you enjoy. There will be more people arriving very soon, within a few months in fact, and they will be as lost as you first were. You will make them feel at home.

Thylen spoke next. These new arrivals will be much like yourselves. You will teach them in the ways of service-to-others. Having ascended themselves, they will be well conditioned and eager to contribute. You will show them love, compassion, and connectedness, as you have done to each other. This will be the fabric of your new society. I say “your” society because your continued evolution depends on your ownership of it. We can’t emphasise this enough.

As above, so below. Lyri added. You build this new society on this New Terra with love and compassion and it will affect what happens on Old Terra, raising it up in the process.

There was another pause. This time there would be no more words. There it was; in plain English. Well, plain language – converted to English in her mind. There was probably a question she should ask, but her mind was swimming with so many thoughts that she couldn’t form anything specific. Gimi saved her the trouble.

“A lot to take in, but I believe in us,” he said. “I want to ask about something you said a little while ago, Thylen, about eliminating the darkness from Earth. Can you explain what you mean by that?”

It’s quite complex, and that means you’ll need to study it. There are, shall we say, less than benevolent forces at play on Old Terra. Some of them are Terran, some are not. I would prefer to leave it at that for now. There is a struggle going on across several dimensions. Your operation here is part of that. It’s a battle of sorts, if not a war, and it’s not like anything you would have seen before – the context is totally different. The cross-dimensional nature of it will take some getting used to.

“Thanks for that. I think I sort of get it. Some research will help and I’m keen to get started as soon as I can.” Gimi’s determination to do so was evident in his tone.

“What we do next? We go back to village and… then what?” asked Le.

Kjersti responded. You need to gradually take on more and more information. Learn about the history of your people – it’s not quite what you have been taught in your schools in your past lives. Understand what the Galactic Codex is. Learn about the other races that surround you in this part of the galaxy. Understand more of the forces at play on Terra, as Thylen described earlier. We could tell you, but it’s better you learn for yourselves.

“How do we do this? Will you give us books?” Tau asked.

No. We will teach you how to use your video screens. The information is in there, said Lyri.

“So… it’s like a television, then?” Suria was probably not far off the mark. “We saw one of those screens in that building right before we met you, Kjersti.”

Lyri continued. The screens are more advanced than you might think. We will show you. In fact, we may as well go back to your village at this point and begin. This is the next phase of your time here: education. There is much you need to learn.

“Including this speak-in-someone-else’s-mind thingy?” asked Rocsi. “You guys said you would teach us that? You – I mean you as a collective.”

Yes, we will teach you. Kjersti responded. We will bring you back here for that in the near future.

Pixie was excited at the thought of coming back to Versena at times, for any reason. The changes of scenery would be nice on occasions as much as she loved the village. Versena was very pretty, the little she’d seen of it.

“We do not know how to operate the screens. It will be nice to use them now and again.” Rivo’s comment was almost to himself.

Kjersti continued answering. The key is to use them in moderation. Once you figure out how they work, it might be hard to tear yourself away. One of the most critical things about New Terra is your engagement with the natural environment. Do not forget to exercise, to explore, to engage. Your continued evolution depends on your connection with your surroundings, so that you live in the world rather than in your head.

“We can do that,” said Rais, determination in his voice. That was that. If Rais said it, it would happen. She felt anyway that the group would make sure they spent as much time outside as they could, even if it was cold. They could still do walks, they could do more work in the garden, they could continue playing sport. Even her much-loved morning coffee with Suria and Le was an outdoor activity. It all counted.

“Can I ask about the operation? When do you think we will meet some new people? Will they stay with us?” Prina asked.

We expect new people within the next few months. They will stay here once Versena is completed. Your village doesn’t have enough beds anyway, as you know. There are some more villages around here too. New arrivals will have a similar introduction to you, at least for the next few years. After that, you will greet new arrivals directly, as your society will be starting to blossom by then. We will be taking more of a back seat by that point.

“How far in the future do you anticipate that to be?” Neca asked. “I’m not sure I want to be seeing less of you in future.”

Aww, that’s nice, Neca. Thylen responded this time. We think in about ten to twelve years or so from now.

“Years! I was expecting months. I am very happy to hear that.” Arias’ words were absolutely what Pixie was thinking. So many years to come with these wonderful beings.

Time passes differently to us. Ten to twelve years is a short space of time. It’s a starting point, and we’ll re-evaluate later. Shall we go then? Kjersti asked.

“Where to?” asked Tau.

Our commuter craft. So that we can take you back to your village. We have a few things to talk about back there. Please follow Lyri. Lyri was already getting out of her chair.

They all got up and walked out of the auditorium, collecting their backpacks on the way. Surprisingly to Pixie, they headed towards the back of the building they were currently in. Soon enough, after walking through a series of corridors, they came to a non-descript door, which Lyri opened. She stood aside, allowing them all to enter what Pixie soon realised was some sort of hangar; one that might have been used for regular Earth aircraft had she not known better.

Suddenly, there it was in front of her. The Pleiadian commuter craft.

It was a dull silver colour, and circular in shape. It was as she had pictured in her mind, derived from popular culture images of what extra-terrestrial craft might look like. It was about eight to ten metres in diameter. Pixie wasn’t great at estimating dimensions. A small staircase was open and extending to the floor of the hangar. Lyri walked over to it and motioned for them to take the stairs. Pixie could scarcely be more excited. On a day of continual revelation and excitement, this ride they were about to take promised to be the pinnacle of their experiences so far.