David Larson - The Myth of the Anal Probe

“You have to understand, every single thing that takes place after a person dies on Earth is for the wellbeing of the people that are left alive. The wake, the funeral, memorials, even the entire burial process including the grave marker, is for the benefit of the people that are left alive. When it comes right down to it, the only thing that is going in the ground is an organic vessel that was used to transport around the essence of your loved one.”

“That is actually a pretty easy concept for me to grasp,” Mike said. “I know the person that dies no longer cares what happens. I guess I also believe deep inside that the entire idea of a soul going to heaven is to make us feel better.”

“That last part,” Tawny said, “is not entirely true.”

“How do you mean that?”

“I mean, it’s not entirely true that there isn’t a soul and it doesn’t go to heaven. There is something like that… after a fashion.”

Mike was amazed. It seemed as though this entire society was based in black and white, right and wrong. Anything that would be faith-based would be cast off as unprovable. Was he about to find out that there was such a thing as a ghost? Were homes really haunted?

“Have you ever thought that the real essence of what makes you who you are, is something that is more electrical than physical?” Tawny asked him.

“Yes, I have,” he said. “But there isn’t any way you could prove that unless you die.”

“There actually is though. If you and I are sitting here talking, you understand my speech patterns, my mannerisms, everything that makes me who I am. If I were to fall asleep here for some reason I wouldn’t change at all. There would still be movement, reactions to touch, or sound. But if I died there would be nothing; just the organic vessel that carried around what I was. The question on everyone’s mind should be, ‘where did she go?’.”

“I get the feeling you have the answer.”

“Well yes we do. But it’s a little shocking.”

“I think I’m getting used to that by now.”

“Maybe,” Tawny said. She was looking deep into his eyes now as though she were searching for something. “You know that when two people have been together long enough, they start to act like one another. For that matter if the relationship has lasted for decades, and the couple is really in sync, they even start to dress alike. I’m not talking about a relationship psychosis where one of them makes sure they’re wearing the same colors, or identical outfits, just to be cute. I mean that they both get ready for a night out and without talking to each other about it they end up wearing the identical colors. Or when two people start finishing each other’s sentences, or answer a question before it’s even asked? That thing is real, Mike, and it’s measurable.”

“You have a spirit measuring device?” Mike asked hesitantly.

“Not in the way I’m sure you’re thinking.

“Take that connection between two people,” Tawny went on, “and extend it to everything else that you’ve ever been connected to, in any way. If you go into a forest you have a specific feeling. It might be awe of the majesty, or a feeling of security. Let’s say you have a co-worker that’s having an issue. That issue casts a feeling of uneasiness over the entire group.”

“Herds of animals like horses, sense things in a group. Of course, there are audible or visual alarms, usually. But if one of them is insecure then they all are. Humans have intellectualized all of that common sense out of their everyday lives. The part that amazes us here, is that while you dismiss the connection, you still believe in the spirit. You just see it in the singular form.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Mike said.

“I can tell you, Mike, that every single thing is connected by that subliminal thing that animates the organic vessel that we are.”

“When you say everything,” Mike asked slowly, “how far does that go?”

“As far as you can imagine,” Tawny said, “and even farther than that.”

“Every single organic living thing is connected by whatever energy that we have inside us. We always suspected it here, and we’ve had teams of specialists working on it for quite a long time. We’ve developed equipment that can detect, measure and photograph that very energy.”

Mike was just staring at her with his mouth hanging open. She reached up and gently pushed his bottom jaw shut.

“I’m sure that you’ve seen aura photography on Earth,” she said. “Haven’t you?”

“Sure,” Mike said “but I never really put anything into it.”

“Most people don’t,” Tawny said as she stood up to face Mike on the bench. “People that do this kind of photography on Earth have recorded some pretty amazing things. People have been photographed both before, and after surgery. The before photo shows an aura surrounding that person. The after photo shows an entire light show, going on around where that surgery had been performed. That is the essence of what is you, repairing the vessel that is carrying it.

“We have been able to photograph that very essence as it leaves the body. It’s not the way you see in the movies. Then, a replica of that person floats out of the bodies and hovers above it’s dead self and either cries or makes some humorous quip. Instead. it’s like an amazing light show of vapor rises out of the body and just evaporates into the rest of the organic auras that are near it, and being emitted by things that are still alive.”

“Wait,” Mike said “when you say ‘things’ that are still alive’ are you saying that this essence, or aura, or spirt, or whatever mixes with anything organic?”

“That is exactly what I’m saying,” she said.

“The hard part of capturing this essence on video, was the rest of the essence that is always surrounding us. It’s always there, and separating what was leaving an organic life form from the rest of the energy was nearly impossible. We had to have terminal people volunteer to be placed in a room that was mostly devoid of anything else that was organic. Once they died and the essence left the vessel we could actually see it start to diffuse into the room. Then we put several people into a room next to the person that was dying and as the terminal person died, the aura in the room with the living got slightly brighter when that essence combined.”

“We still don’t understand if there is only so much energy here, or if new energy is created. But we do know that when anything becomes pregnant, that energy pinpoint starts to show up on our instruments. We also have records of energy leaving plant life when it’s cut down or killed.”

“So,” Mike said in complete amazement, “if all things are connected, and all things contain this energy, then you should all be like a bunch of Buddhists here. Kill nothing and harm nothing.”

“If we were,” She said, “then we would not have used our science to understand what we were looking at. We would have taken our knowledge to only a certain level and then used a knee jerk reaction to govern how we used it.”

“Kind of like we do,” Mike said.

“I’m not trying to be hurtful here, but yes. We don’t kill animals because they have the ability to feel pain, and plants don’t. We know this from the experiments we’ve conducted along the same lines as what I’m talking about here. The aura around an animal goes crazy when there’s pain involved. When a plant is killed the essence simply dissipates out into the collective.”

“So I guess I have two questions,” Mike said. “What do you do with the vessels, and what is this place?”

“As for the first,” she said “…and open your mind WAY up here… we take them to a processing center and reconstitute them as fertilizer.”