Book 1. Anastasia (1996)
Flying saucers? Nothing extraordinary!
Then I asked her to show me an example of her knowledge of some technical subject.
“You want me to tell you how all the different machines of your world operate?”
“The kind of thing our prominent scientists are only touching the fringes of Why don’t you make some great scientific discovery let’s say?”
“That is what I have been doing for you the whole time you have been here.”
“Not just for me, for the world of science — a discovery they would be prepared to recognise. Go ahead, make a verifiable discovery in some technical field — like space ships, the atom, automobile fuel — since you say it’s all so simple.”
“In comparison with what I have just shown you, those fields you mention are something like, to use a term from your language, the stone age!”
“That’s perfect! Something you consider primitive, but at least I’ll be able to understand it. You can prove you’re right and show evidence that your intelligence is superior to mine. Tell me, for example, what you think of our aeroplanes and space ships — pretty close to perfect machines?”
“No. They are altogether primitive, they only serve to show how primitive the technocratic path of development is.”
That remark put me on my guard, since I realised that either her conclusions were those of a madwoman, or she really knew far more than someone with an ordinary consciousness could ever imagine. I continued my questioning:
“What do you mean when you say our rockets and planes are primitive?”
Anastasia responded after a brief pause, as though allowing time for her words to sink in.
“The functioning of all your machines, every single one of them, is based on the energy of explosion. Not knowing any more efficient natural sources of energy, you resort to such primitive, awkward substitutes with incredible stubbornness. And even the destructive consequences of their use do not stop you. The range of your aeroplanes and rockets is simply laughable — according to the scale of the Universe they rise a wee tiny bit above the Earth, and now this method has practically reached its ceiling, do not you agree? But that is ridiculous! An exploding or burning substance propels some monstrous structure that you call a space ship. And the greater part of this ship is designed precisely to ‘solve’ this problem of propulsion.” “And what might be an alternative principle of movement through the atmosphere?”
‘A flying saucer might be a good example,” Anastasia responded. “What?! You know about flying saucers and their propulsion systems?” “Of course I know. It is very simple and rational.”
I felt my throat go dry, and tried to hurry her up.
“Tell me, Anastasia, quickly... and in a way I can understand.”
‘All right, only do not get excited — it will be harder to understand when you are excited. The propulsion principle of a flying saucer is based on the energy of generating a vacuum.”
“How so? Be more precise!”
“You have a limited vocabulary, yet I am compelled to restrict myself to it so that you can understand me.”
“Well, I’ll add to it!” I blurted out in agitation. “I’ll add words like jar, lid, tablet, air... ” and I began to quickly name all the words that just popped into my head at that moment, and even let out a few swearwords. Anastasia broke in:
“You need not bother — I already know all the words you can express yourself with, but there are still others, and besides that, there is whole different method of conveying information. If I used that, I could explain everything to you in a minute. As things stand now, it may take an hour or two. That is a lot, and I really wanted to tell you about something else, something much more meaningful.”
“No, Anastasia. Tell me about flying saucers and their propulsion methods, tell me about energy carriers. Until I understand that, I shan’t listen to anything else.”
‘All right,” she acquiesced, and then went on. “An explosion occurs when a solid substance quickly changes under a definable influence into gaseous form, or when, in the course of a reaction, two gaseous substances evolve into something even lighter. Everyone, of course, understands this part.”
“Yes,” I replied. “If powder is ignited it becomes smoke, and liquid fuel becomes gas.”
“Yes, more or less. But if you or your people had purer thoughts and consequently a knowledge of the functionings of Nature, you would have long ago become aware that if there is a substance capable of instant expansion and, through explosion, transformation into another state, the opposite process must also hold true.1 In Nature there are living microorganisms that transform gaseous substances into solids. All plants do this in fact, only at varying speeds and with varying degrees of firmness and solidity of the resulting substance.
“Take a look around you, and you will see that plants take in liquid from the earth and breathe air, and then process these into a hard and solid body — let us say, wood, or something even harder and more solid, like a nut-shell or a plum-stone. A microorganism smaller than the eye can see does this with fantastic speed, feeding, it would seem, on air alone. It is these same kinds of microorganisms that power flying saucers. They are like the microcells in the brain, only their operation has a very narrow focus. Their sole function is propulsion. But they carry out this function to perfection and they can accelerate a flying saucer to one-nineteenth the speed of the average modern Earth-dweller’s thought.
“These microorganisms are located on the inner surface of the upper part of the flying saucer and positioned between its double and lower surfaces of the outer walls are porous, with micro-sized pinholes. The microorganisms draw in air through these pinholes, thereby creating a vacuum ahead of the saucer. The streams of air begin to congeal even before contact with the saucer, and as they pass through the microorganisms they are transformed into tiny spheres. Then these spheres are enlarged even more, to approximately half a centimetre in diameter. They lose their firmness, and slide down between the walls into the lower part of the saucer, where they again decompose into a gaseous substance. You can even eat them, if you can do this before they decompose.”
“What about the walls of the flying saucer — what are they made of?” “They are cultivated — grown.”
“Why the surprise? Just give it a little thought, you will figure it out. Many people cultivate a fungus in various kinds of containers.2 The fungus imbues the water in which it is placed with a pleasant, slightly acidic flavour, and takes the shape of the container. This fungus is very similar to a flying saucer; it creates a double wall around itself. If another microorganism is added to its water, it produces a congealment, but this so-called microorganism can be produced — or, rather, generated — by the power of the will, or the brain, much like a vivid concept or imagery.”
“Can you do this?” I asked.
“Yes, but I don’t have sufficient power of my own. The action of several dozen people having the same ability is required, and it takes about a year all told.”
'And can one find on our Earth everything necessary to make — or grow, as you say — such a flying saucer and the microorganisms?” “This fungus, famous for its medicinal properties, is known asKombucha (.Mednsomyces gisevii). It looks like a pile of pancakes or a flat multi-layered jellyfish (its scientific name is actually derived from the German word for ‘jellyfish’ — meduse), floating on top of the water in the container in which it is placed and eventually assuming the form of that container. The fungus is cultivated in sweetened weak tea. The result is a pleasant-tasting drink used both as a refreshment and as a cure for a great number of diseases. In Russia this fungus is commonly cultivated by people in large glass jars on their kitchen window sills.
“Of course one can. The Earth has everything that the Universe has.” “But how do you get the microorganisms inside the walls of the saucer if they are so small you can't even see them?”
“Once the upper wall is cultivated, it will attract and collect them in huge numbers, just as bees are attracted to cells. But this process also requires the collective will of several dozen people. In any case, what is the use of elaborating further if you cannot cultivate it for lack of people with the right kind of will, intelligence and knowledge?” “Isn't there some way you could help?”
“So, do it!”
“I have already.”
“What have you done?” I was still perplexed.
“I told you how children should be raised. And I can tell you more. You must tell this to others. Many will understand, and their children raised in this manner will have the intelligence, knowledge and will permitting them to make not only a primitive flying saucer, but significantly more...”
'Anastasia, how do you know so much about flying saucers? Does that too come through your communication with plants?”
“They have landed here, and I, well, I helped the occupants repair their ship.”
'Are they much smarter than us?”
“Not at all. They have a long way to go to attain the level of Man — they are afraid of us, afraid to approach people, even though they are very curious. At first they were afraid of me. They trained their mental paralysers on me. Put on quite a show They tried to frighten me, shock me. It was quite a challenge to calm them down and convince them I would only treat them with affection.”
“Well, how can they be less smart than us if they can do things Man can't do yet?”
“What is so surprising about that? Bees too make incredible structures out of natural materials, including whole ventilation and heating systems, but that does not mean they are superior to Man in intelligence. In the Universe there is no one and nothing stronger than Man except God!”