A special gathering of beings

An alien being on a faraway planet toiled over his latest project.  It was a 256 mile-long magnetized transportation tube that could shuttle  humans faster and safer than the cars, trains, and airplanes that were popular on planet Earth. Sharing his latest invention at his group’s monthly gathering, nobody seemed interested. To dramatize how important and helpful his invention would be, at the next gathering he replicated a Boeing 707 jet crash. The plane made an awful nose dive, then smashed into the ground nearby, shaking it violently.  It landed close enough to fling some engine parts into their food substance, a delicious and nutritional nectar that they specially prepared for the group. One of the beings pulsed a high-energy thought projection at the inventor, daring him to help people directly by incarnating on Earth as a human. It was a risky mission, one that very few had undertaken.

He thrived on challenges, especially dares, and impulsively accepted. They named him “Numan” which meant “new human” as a joke. They didn’t have names or use words. They communicated by telepathic thought energy. Names and labels would only slow things down. But calling him Numan made a good point, and everybody laughed, and the label stuck. There was also a general sense of relief that Numan wouldn’t be spoiling the soup again.

Becoming human on Earth was a risky proposition and required an intensive protocol. Some members had failed to make a positive impact and were lost to the karmic web of humanity. They were  forced to reincarnate for thousands of years , learning the ways of the people and trying over and over again until they could work off their karma.  It was no small choice that Numan made that day. Someone suggested he call his mentor, so after the gathering, when the soup had been purified and ingested, he went back to his sector and did.  A member of an even higher dimension, she was embedded in a fused unity consciousness group. Appearing before him in a radiant glow of amber light surrounded by a white halo, standing slightly taller than his 12 feet of height, he couldn’t resist from bowing in humility.

“Yes Numan” she said, or rather projected. It was with a twinkle of humor, because she had never called him by any name before.  “I am aware that you are choosing to go on a journey to a planet where I have walked for many lifetimes. My mission there did not go as I hoped.  There are a special set of problems there that vex even the galactic Guardians.  What is your question?”

“If I succeed in making a positive impact on the people on Earth, will it advance my evolution in this life?”

“That is the best question, and justifies this mission. Yes! Helping to ease human suffering or helping lighten the darkness on Earth will help you evolve. If you can do it one incarnation and return here you will be close to transcending to my level and join us in unity consciousness. But Numan, the odds are against you. You must break through the veil of forgetting enough to remember your mission. If you don’t succeed in that much, you may be lost for millennia, maybe eons.” Then she added with a note of sadness because she deeply cared for him,  “I don’t want that to happen to you.”

He was confident to a fault, he had never failed an important mission on his planet or in a recent lifetime. He went through with the protocol and made his best mental preparation for Earth birth.  Even with a vast and complex mind that could manipulate matter and create simulated living systems, what was about to happen was beyond his imagination.