Post by purr on Aug 6, 2023 14:51:14 GMT
Pataak's stories are a work of fiction for your entertainment, often told and retold, sometimes written but forever (shush now.. lean in, be very very quiet and cup your ears!) ...whispered... to the farthest reaches of the Universe.
THE AWFUL AND AMAZING STORY OF PATAAK'S PORTAL
[From the whispers of Pataak, Supreme Scientist of the Tanoun Hive, transcripts and synopsis by undersigned.]
It's 1909 on Earth as a fleet of triangular motherships going at all-out-speed, put as much distance as possible between themselves and a Grey homeworld, escaping already to a 20 light-year separation. Pilot crews take their ship's multiverse drive to the very limits, knowing death is in close pursuit. On the lead ship, hive king Tanoun is speaking with his beloved daughter Piteh. King Tanoun is communicating telepathically, the two tall, slender, mantis-like creatures closely face each other, alone in a large conference hall. Tanoun is floating, as is his habit, upside down.
Tanoun speaks: "We have been greatly diminished by the disaster we are trying to outrun. And now death has come for me as well. My dream of unifying all Grey hives in my lifetime, is gone. All members in this hive are present in this moment: Piteh, YOU WILL LEAD FROM NOW ON. From death: REVIVE US. Finish our task: MAKE ALL GREYS ONE."
Then Tanoun dies, the corpse drifting somehow elegantly until one dragonlike foot touches the ceiling. His powerful influence is dissipating from the Grey hive. Its nearly 3 million members have a queen now, Piteh grimly asserting total control, and every body on the speeding motherships twitches briefly. Oh yes, we can feel it from our exceptionally big heads to our long toes, unless you're more of a drone, then it's just a deeply penetrating BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...
OPENING A DOOR
Sometime at the beginning of humanity's 20th century, in a remote sector of this universe populated with many Grey hives, a prominent and ambitious hive launched a moon sized, triangular mothership in a permanent station over their homeworld. They had mastered multiverse portal technology (=opening doors to other universes) at the highest imaginable level, moving beyond opening two to five portals for travel, convenience in contacting faraway friends/relatives, scientific research etc. to creating this ship as a Portal to all universes that could exist. Greys have mastered control of portal destination, selecting discrete universes accurately, achieving this feat ALMOST ACCIDENT FREE (Pataak's whisper here turned into a triumphant breathless 'roar').
In the special 'mothership' named "The Most Revered Emperor Tanoun Gateway to the Absolute", now orbiting the Grey planet, scientists under teamleader Pataak concentrated and evolved the highest order of multiverse insights. Findings enabled them to make a stable, simultaneous and safe doorway to the entire multiverse (=many universes). Tens of thousands of unknown realms to simply step into! Unfortunately they had miscalculated, the opening of portals connecting universes began to happen spontaneously, bypassing controls. A chain-reaction phenomenon unfolded, within one of their days a multiverse blast raged outward from their planet, extending to several lightyears. The entire Grey section was obliterated, becoming devoid of all life, because FOR ONE MOMENT ALL POSSIBLE OUTCOMES OF REALITY WERE PRESENT RIGHT THERE... (Pataak here turns to a long silence).
Greys have 'future sense', a mental faculty enabling them to see potential futures with great clarity and accuracy. Meaning they can make choices wisely. How come they engaged in this catastrophic experimental endeavour? ARROGANCE BLINDS EVEN THE MOST HIGHLY EVOLVED SPECIES. When the multiverse chain-reaction got underway, their insight in the future suddenly changed from a glorious expectation of thousands of years of planned spiritual and technological evolution, to ONE planetary day, ending in cosmic catastrophe. Consequences unknown. Destiny as Greys knew it would be gone and if anyone survived at all, a bleak future awaited. Realizing THE FUTURE WAS LOST, they warned all Grey hives to be affected by the impending disaster, allies, competitors, and enemies of past wars included! All advanced hives, hearing the alert, used motherships to collectively evacuate. Teamleader Pataak, and his team of scientists, perished on the 'portal' mothership, still frantically trying to stop the chain-reaction to the last. Hives with limited space-capabilities couldn't make it to safety and were destroyed. (Greys' normal avenue of escape, to the 'next' universe was cut off, because one might arrive in an area analogue to the blastzone, such areas likely to be hit all across the multiverse.)
All this happened in the reign of Tanoun, a great hive-king (hives usually have queens). At the time Tanoun was three thousand and five earth years old. In character comparable to earthly Mongol Emperor Ghengis Khan, extremely powerful, yet himself ruled by absolute ambition. He was obsessed by developing technology in order to dominate all Grey hives. Tanoun exerted telepathic rule from his palace. He used to float through its halls and open spaces upside down (to relieve his sore neck), even taking naps in this position. King Tanoun died shortly after the blast. (Pataak has collected detailed historical data on many intelligent aliens, including humankind.)
DEATH OF THE LIGHT BEINGS
The terrible toll of this Little Bang, as Greys remember it, is a multi-lightyear sized region in space with ALL planets stripped of natural lifeforms. Some hives disappeared forever, an abrupt and massive loss of Grey cultural and genetic diversity. MOST hives seemed to have made a successful getaway.
Then tragedy struck. Hives are single organisms, each consisting of (easily!) hundreds of thousands of bodies, directed by a single queen-mind. The spiritual center, 'heart' of such societies are its young ones: cherub-like, not yet physical Light Beings. These dimmed, shimmered, and dissolved. In simple terms, Grey children just died. The multiverse blast so affected many hives closest to planet zero, home to the dominant 'superpower' of Grey societies. This superpower too lost its children, as well as the ability to reproduce. Greys with homeworlds on the outer limits of the blast zone made the best escape, and continued their generations: their kids survived.
In understandable disarray, the Grey species in part spread out across the universe, resettling on new worlds. Tanoun's hive, shortly after the blast, returned to their devastated home planet, creating a huge underground base, protected by (what else!!) multiverse shielding. (Pataak here explains he was 'seeing' into the future, this was 'normal' for him.)
MAKING A COME-BACK
This is the 'superpower' hive which has taken the lead in exploring the greater universe, pioneering abduction procedures (not merely on Earth) to harvest DNA for the purpose of finding a way to continue their generations. They terribly fear extinction. At the time of his death, Tanoun's favourite daughter was Crown Princess Piteh, who became hive queen after him, at the young age of 1012 years.
Importantly, the blast known in Grey history as the Little Bang, has not ended. It is a Mega Multiverse Portal, still expanding out of control. Grey scientists are seeking a method to close this portal, as it is eating away at our universe.
THE MULTIVERSE WHISPERER
Here ends the story of scientific teamleader Pataak's dying spirit, whispering across the universe, alternating from pride to anguish, inspiring any lifeform receptive to his subtle transmission. (whispers now sputter, as if Pataak is in the grip of some emotion.) "Tanoun's Gateway indeed!....that decrepit bigheaded old fool couldn't even float right side up...or open a door out of his own palace for that matter...Tanoun's Gate.....haaagh (sputtering in a rage now)...I showed him and that imbecile daughter of his...Me trying to save the hive, HIS hive...haaaagh!!!(breaks up, sounds unintelligable for some time.)
(Pataak's whisper is fluid and composed) "NEVER has there been a Portal to the All like this. For Science and Enlightenment's sake I made every effort to keep IT open for eternity." (sputters again, sounds are broken up by intense sobs, as if suffocated by grief, more unintelligable sounds) "...ship is ALIVE and FUNCTIONAL....."(triumphant near-shout followed by gibberish.)
Pataak always ends with: "Tell this as just a story. But know that even stories can be true. And before I forget... (the barely audible voice now becoming lost among the stars), name it: "Pataak's Portal".
THE ALMOST FORGOTTEN STORY OF THE THIRD SENTRY
When the Final Stone hit Earth, turning its surface into the flames of a sun, almost all of Saurian life was extinguished. Only a few of the most hardy and lucky organisms, burrowing underground or swimming in the ocean depths, most of them insects, fish and mammals, lived.
One such a ‘lucky’ species were the Dragon race, if waking up one day in the heart of hell can be called lucky. Dragons relate to the Saurian, like Humankind to the Bonobo. Intelligent Saurian Dragons’ closest relative, before the Final Stone impact was the Velociraptor. (Pataak whispers gain emphasis, pride in his detailed knowledge of the biology of alien backwater planets evident.)
Dragons, in their glorious days, more than 65 million years ago, lived in numerous great and beautiful underground cities, leaving the surface to the capricious climates of Earth atmosphere and the great beasts that dwelt in it. Dragons are slightly smarter then Humans (….Pataak here seems to be coughing violently, while referring to both races as dunces compared to Greys…), but far more war-oriented and aggressive. Considering themselves superior to any life form is an essential part of their psychology.
And these lucky Dragons lived on, while the planet above their heads was created anew, evolution favouring increasingly compact animals, like birds, insects and mammals, never forgetting the inevitable viruses. The Dragon race showed modest technological advancement, even mastering space travel, conquering what few civilizations they could reach, and turning these worlds into colonies.
Then they ran into the Etherians, known across the galaxies as The Old Ones. This happened more than 500,000 year ago. Truly, Etherians are the oldest intelligent species in the universe. Their evolution took place on one of the first life-supporting planets, its brilliant three suns imparting to the bodies of Etherians, and many of the simple animals in their environment, a state of high flux: inhabitants of Etheria shine. Etherians have achieved the highest level of technology, traversing and exploring the universe, ‘seeding’ innumerable worlds with life, wisdom and technology. And so it was for the Greys (Pataak is silent, apparently reluctant to admit a humbling learning experience….), accepting genetic enhancement and the formulas for entering another universe in return for cooperation treaties.
Etherians too fancy themselves great warriors, even though lacking great physical prowess, relying on wisdom and technology to survive any danger they encounter. Enter the Dragons, who responded to an Etherian fleet passing near Earth (and even touching down) by - what else - war. Etherian bioluminescent soldiers, using flaming swords and beam weaponry engaged the Earthly Dragon armies, expecting the usual response: Fear and awe, enemy forces rapidly folding and seeking peace. They hit a snag: Dragons are the greatest warriors in this universe. In a conflict lasting seven earth-days hundreds of Etherians were slaughtered, both on and underneath the ground. And, using more primitive weapons than the Etherians, the Dragon spacecraft managed to destroy most of the Etherian fleet. The female Etherian leader, named as is their tradition ‘One’, realizing the immense danger they were in, decided to use their full array of Containment Technology, withdrawing her army and using a bulk transporter beam, placing all surviving Dragons in their subterranean cities and sealing them in forever.
There are three seals the fleet commander, One, employed. Each Dragon city, there were many of them all over Earth, was given an impenetrable copper based alloy cover. These roofs were usually oval shaped, designed to cut off any exit to the surface, and extending for miles over a Dragon habitat. An automated multi-layered facility to operate/maintain the prison topped each Dragon area. Construction took less than a month. The Etherians were eager to leave Earth for friendlier places. And leave they did.
The second seal was a force field, active at the roof cover. It is being generated in the Operation/Maintainance facility overhead, designed to draw energy from naturally generated (volcanic) heat, supposed to run for millenia, or better, till the planet’s end. Dragons curse this invisible membrane, because it holds in their souls. (Pataak assuming the articulation of a hoarse professor, explains that…..both Humans and Dragons have souls, unlike Greys who have a brain-collective: an immense, fragmented hive mind…..) For 500,000 years, any Dragons breaching the metal seal, and attempting to ascend into the surface world, have died within days.
The third seal consisted of a set of sequences from the Etherian genome. These gene-grafts were given to a small number of early-term fetuses, harvested from pregnant pre-human females randomly, and replaced in the womb. This jumpstarted early human evolution, directing the minds of two species, Heidelbergensis and Homo Sapiens to develop technology and become all-round problem solvers. These two Etherian-seeded races competed for most of the past 500,000 years. Humanity won.
The genetic improvements were not given merely from the good intentions of Etherian hearts. They changed the course of human evolution for practical reasons. It was deemed inevitable the Dragons would one day break free from their prisons. Dragons aren’t easily defeated or contained. Humanity itself, helped by its partly Etherian mind, is the third seal, designed to keep Dragons from regaining their freedom and former kingship of planet Earth. The Etherian symbol for Humans, as well as the star giving them life, is a triangle pointing down, horizontal line missing, replaced by a single dot. It's the Egyptian 'burial' hieroglyph, turned up-side down. In Etherian language Mankind is designated The Third Sentry, standing in the way of very bad-tempered Dragons, emerging from the depths of Earth. Etherians purposefully created a species destined to be dragonslayers.
Here once more, ends a story of scientific teamleader Pataak's dying spirit, whispering across the universe, Grey professor brimming with knowledge, inspiring any lifeform receptive to his subtle transmission.
Pataak always ends with: "Tell this as just a story. But know that even stories can be true. And before I forget... (the barely audible voice now becoming lost among the stars), name it: The Third Sentry."
THE STORY OF SOSH-TESH THE HAPPY DRAGON
A lone Dragon warrior is running in the cold New Mexico desert night, at an easy, rhythmic trot. His name: Sosh-Tesh, pronounce it with exaggerated lengthening of consonants Ssssssosssh…Tesssssssh. It is early July 1947 and Sosh-Tesh has been afforded the high honour of being sent on a foray into the world of Humans, Earth surface. The running figure confidently travelling the darkness, a gentle slap - slap - slap in the wake of his footfalls, is largely ignored by nature around him. Except for the occasional puzzled prairie dog or hognosed skunk, frozen into alertness. The night is hiding a most unusual looking wilderness traveller indeed. Sosh-Tesh is an extremely muscular, 6-foot tall humanoid, dressed in an all-black bodysuit, leaving impressively clawed hands and feet free, as well as a distinctively ridged reptilian head. A single insignia, a faint yellow-golden triangle with coiled snake inside, adorns his right upper arm. One palm-sized cylindrical beam weapon is attached to the wide web belt.
Suddenly a sulfuric smell turns him from runner to statue. Sosh-Tesh’s beak and quivering nostrils are turned straight up. He breathes in and opens his senses. A strange, high buzz fills the air: sound that is not a sound. Veer east, his intuition whispers, something is out there. GO. Slap - slap - slap ripples the still desert air.
THE DEBRIS FIELD
In mere minutes the running Dragon comes upon an elongated groove in the desert floor, quickly widening to ten meters and more, topsoil stripped away for as far as his excellent night vision reveals to him. And it is littered with partly buried torn and twisted metal plating, coils, beams and a fine foil that ‘sings’ (the high-pitched noise that attracted him here) when moved by a weak breeze. Overpowering sulfur smell now, it reminds him of the lower parts of his underground city. Sosh-Tesh moves among the debris, something extraordinary crashed into the ground here. Not a human air transport. He sees the small ceramic-resembling generator first, looking perfect, undamaged on the desert sand, and as he closes in almost steps on the small, childlike corpse of a Grey. Sosh-Tesh stops breathing. OPPORTUNITY. Unhesitating, the Dragon rips off his clothing, leaving only his belt on, and with razor-sharp claws cuts it into long black strips. Fifteen minutes and double that amount of tight knots later, he has a flexible makeshift net. The dead little alien, the generator and some hastily collected foil bits plus plate fragments are placed over the netting, bound together and slung over a shoulder. Sosh-Tesh is naked now, but his body does not embarrass him. Pride is his emotion. Honour his ethics. He will return to the Dragon King, deep under the Archuleta Mountains, carrying a prize beyond value. He knows full well that as he will place these items at the king’s feet, his body will die, the normal ending for excursions to the upper world. On his homebound run, the net slung comfortably over his powerful right shoulder, Sosh-Tesh is a happy Dragon. He is running fast now, he feels he is flying, and his passage is making a ruckus, carrying far over the wilderness floor. He does not care. Certainty: these are remnants from a Grey flying craft. A second time his intuition whispers to him:” This is what the future holds, Dragons will fly again”.
...Here once more, ends a story of scientific teamleader Pataak's dying spirit, whispering across the universe, Grey professor brimming with knowledge, inspiring any lifeform receptive to his subtle transmission...
Pataak always ends with: "Tell this as just a story. But know that even stories can be true. And before I forget... (the barely audible voice now becoming lost among the stars), name it: Sosh-Tesh, the happy Dragon."
THE STORY OF PATAAK'S OPPORTUNITY
A multiverse blast raged outwards, extending to several lightyears.
According to the historical records of the Tanoun Grey hive, teamleader Pataak - with honour forever linked to his name, and his team of scientists, perished on the 'portal' mothership, still frantically trying to stop the chain-reaction to the last. The records are in error. This is what really happened…
GREYS CALL IT THE LITTLE BANG
(Pataak relates this account calmly and evenly, his whispers sounding ‘matter of fact’.) When the portal mechanism went berserk, controls useless, Pataak and his team realizing a sizeable portion of the universe was about to be obliterated, something extraordinary happened. The mothership, an intelligent robot capable of directing flight independently in an emergency, informed the Grey scientists that the ship had passed into an unknown part of space, a zone without measurable timeflow or relative position. They were in the eye of the multiverse blast threatening the Tanoun hive, and untold life forms in the vicinity.
Hive king Tanoun’s telepathic command still roars through Pataak's mind: ‘All of us have entered the motherships, we make our escape RIGHT NOW, full speed engaged. Yours is the honour, royal brother, to order my Gateway Mothership to self-destruct. Hurry, save the hive.” Pataak, indeed, was of the royal Tanoun blood, but excluded from ever ruling a hive. Crown Princess Piteh having been chosen as next-in-line. Pataak used his unique power of mental domination, exclusive to the royal bloodline, to direct and control his scientists. They were not his collegues. More like slaves or drones.
And Supreme Scientist of the Tanoun hive, Pataak, had never appreciated being his BROTHER’s drone. Long held ambition and bitter envy now welled up within him. (Pataak’s sputtering whispers now describe what occurred: "Tanoun's Gateway indeed!....that decrepid bigheaded old fool couldn't even float right side up...or open a door out of his own palace for that matter...Tanoun's Gate.....haaagh (sputtering in a rage now)...I showed him and that imbecile daughter of his...Me trying to save the hive, HIS hive...haaaagh!!!(breaks up, sounds unintelligable for some time.)
(Pataak's whisper is fluid and composed) "NEVER has there been a Portal to the All like this. For Science and Enlightenment's sake I made every effort to keep IT open for eternity." (sputters again, sounds are broken up by intense sobs, as if suffocated by grief, more unintelligable sounds) "...ship is ALIVE and FUNCTIONAL....."(triumphant near-shout followed by gibberish.)
Pataak did not destroy the portal mothership, but kept it intentionally functional and alive (the ship is an artificial life form in its own right), thus betraying his hive king, and delivering his hive to eternal suffering and living death. The multiverse blast, Greys call it the Little Bang, killed all the luminous children of the Tanoun hive, as well as taking away the hive’s power to reproduce. Clearly, notwithstanding allusions to “enlightenment“, Pataak had seen the opportunity to ruthlessly eliminate the royal competition, and become a hive king himself. He took it. At the expense of mass murder.
Where is our teamleader and Supreme Scientist exactly? The great triangular mothership, with him and his science team aboard, at the moment the blast occurred, slipped into a singularity, a ‘place’ where time nor space exist. He is nowhere, and everywhere. That’s how his thoughts, his telepathic whispers are transmitted to every part of space. Whispering to receptive life forms anywhere, and now at UFO Casebook Pataak's whispers have reached YOU.
Pataak here ends with: "Tell this as just a story. But know that even stories can hold true confessions. And before I forget... (the barely audible voice now becoming lost among the stars), name it: "Pataak's Opportunity".
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Pataak's continued stories are a work of fiction for your entertainment, now told and retold, sometimes written but forever (shush now.. lean in, be very very quiet and cup your ears!) ...whispered... to where ever you are listening.
THE AWFUL AND AMAZING STORY OF PATAAK'S PORTAL
Queen Piteh grimly asserts total control.
[From the whispers of Pataak, Supreme Scientist of the Tanoun Hive, transcripts and synopsis by undersigned.]
It's 1909 on Earth as a fleet of triangular motherships going at all-out-speed, put as much distance as possible between themselves and a Grey homeworld, escaping already to a 20 light-year separation. Pilot crews take their ship's multiverse drive to the very limits, knowing death is in close pursuit. On the lead ship, hive king Tanoun is speaking with his beloved daughter Piteh. King Tanoun is communicating telepathically, the two tall, slender, mantis-like creatures closely face each other, alone in a large conference hall. Tanoun is floating, as is his habit, upside down.
A fleet of triangular motherships makes their escape.
Tanoun speaks: "We have been greatly diminished by the disaster we are trying to outrun. And now death has come for me as well. My dream of unifying all Grey hives in my lifetime, is gone. All members in this hive are present in this moment: Piteh, YOU WILL LEAD FROM NOW ON. From death: REVIVE US. Finish our task: MAKE ALL GREYS ONE."
Then Tanoun dies, the corpse drifting somehow elegantly until one dragonlike foot touches the ceiling. His powerful influence is dissipating from the Grey hive. Its nearly 3 million members have a queen now, Piteh grimly asserting total control, and every body on the speeding motherships twitches briefly. Oh yes, we can feel it from our exceptionally big heads to our long toes, unless you're more of a drone, then it's just a deeply penetrating BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...
OPENING A DOOR
Sometime at the beginning of humanity's 20th century, in a remote sector of this universe populated with many Grey hives, a prominent and ambitious hive launched a moon sized, triangular mothership in a permanent station over their homeworld. They had mastered multiverse portal technology (=opening doors to other universes) at the highest imaginable level, moving beyond opening two to five portals for travel, convenience in contacting faraway friends/relatives, scientific research etc. to creating this ship as a Portal to all universes that could exist. Greys have mastered control of portal destination, selecting discrete universes accurately, achieving this feat ALMOST ACCIDENT FREE (Pataak's whisper here turned into a triumphant breathless 'roar').
In the special 'mothership' named "The Most Revered Emperor Tanoun Gateway to the Absolute", now orbiting the Grey planet, scientists under teamleader Pataak concentrated and evolved the highest order of multiverse insights. Findings enabled them to make a stable, simultaneous and safe doorway to the entire multiverse (=many universes). Tens of thousands of unknown realms to simply step into! Unfortunately they had miscalculated, the opening of portals connecting universes began to happen spontaneously, bypassing controls. A chain-reaction phenomenon unfolded, within one of their days a multiverse blast raged outward from their planet, extending to several lightyears. The entire Grey section was obliterated, becoming devoid of all life, because FOR ONE MOMENT ALL POSSIBLE OUTCOMES OF REALITY WERE PRESENT RIGHT THERE... (Pataak here turns to a long silence).
Greys have 'future sense', a mental faculty enabling them to see potential futures with great clarity and accuracy. Meaning they can make choices wisely. How come they engaged in this catastrophic experimental endeavour? ARROGANCE BLINDS EVEN THE MOST HIGHLY EVOLVED SPECIES. When the multiverse chain-reaction got underway, their insight in the future suddenly changed from a glorious expectation of thousands of years of planned spiritual and technological evolution, to ONE planetary day, ending in cosmic catastrophe. Consequences unknown. Destiny as Greys knew it would be gone and if anyone survived at all, a bleak future awaited. Realizing THE FUTURE WAS LOST, they warned all Grey hives to be affected by the impending disaster, allies, competitors, and enemies of past wars included! All advanced hives, hearing the alert, used motherships to collectively evacuate. Teamleader Pataak, and his team of scientists, perished on the 'portal' mothership, still frantically trying to stop the chain-reaction to the last. Hives with limited space-capabilities couldn't make it to safety and were destroyed. (Greys' normal avenue of escape, to the 'next' universe was cut off, because one might arrive in an area analogue to the blastzone, such areas likely to be hit all across the multiverse.)
All this happened in the reign of Tanoun, a great hive-king (hives usually have queens). At the time Tanoun was three thousand and five earth years old. In character comparable to earthly Mongol Emperor Ghengis Khan, extremely powerful, yet himself ruled by absolute ambition. He was obsessed by developing technology in order to dominate all Grey hives. Tanoun exerted telepathic rule from his palace. He used to float through its halls and open spaces upside down (to relieve his sore neck), even taking naps in this position. King Tanoun died shortly after the blast. (Pataak has collected detailed historical data on many intelligent aliens, including humankind.)
Tanoun's Palace.
DEATH OF THE LIGHT BEINGS
Grey young ones, cherub-like, not yet physical Light Beings.
The terrible toll of this Little Bang, as Greys remember it, is a multi-lightyear sized region in space with ALL planets stripped of natural lifeforms. Some hives disappeared forever, an abrupt and massive loss of Grey cultural and genetic diversity. MOST hives seemed to have made a successful getaway.
Then tragedy struck. Hives are single organisms, each consisting of (easily!) hundreds of thousands of bodies, directed by a single queen-mind. The spiritual center, 'heart' of such societies are its young ones: cherub-like, not yet physical Light Beings. These dimmed, shimmered, and dissolved. In simple terms, Grey children just died. The multiverse blast so affected many hives closest to planet zero, home to the dominant 'superpower' of Grey societies. This superpower too lost its children, as well as the ability to reproduce. Greys with homeworlds on the outer limits of the blast zone made the best escape, and continued their generations: their kids survived.
In understandable disarray, the Grey species in part spread out across the universe, resettling on new worlds. Tanoun's hive, shortly after the blast, returned to their devastated home planet, creating a huge underground base, protected by (what else!!) multiverse shielding. (Pataak here explains he was 'seeing' into the future, this was 'normal' for him.)
Grey homeworld after the multiverse disaster, location of huge underground base.
MAKING A COME-BACK
This is the 'superpower' hive which has taken the lead in exploring the greater universe, pioneering abduction procedures (not merely on Earth) to harvest DNA for the purpose of finding a way to continue their generations. They terribly fear extinction. At the time of his death, Tanoun's favourite daughter was Crown Princess Piteh, who became hive queen after him, at the young age of 1012 years.
Importantly, the blast known in Grey history as the Little Bang, has not ended. It is a Mega Multiverse Portal, still expanding out of control. Grey scientists are seeking a method to close this portal, as it is eating away at our universe.
THE MULTIVERSE WHISPERER
Here ends the story of scientific teamleader Pataak's dying spirit, whispering across the universe, alternating from pride to anguish, inspiring any lifeform receptive to his subtle transmission. (whispers now sputter, as if Pataak is in the grip of some emotion.) "Tanoun's Gateway indeed!....that decrepit bigheaded old fool couldn't even float right side up...or open a door out of his own palace for that matter...Tanoun's Gate.....haaagh (sputtering in a rage now)...I showed him and that imbecile daughter of his...Me trying to save the hive, HIS hive...haaaagh!!!(breaks up, sounds unintelligable for some time.)
(Pataak's whisper is fluid and composed) "NEVER has there been a Portal to the All like this. For Science and Enlightenment's sake I made every effort to keep IT open for eternity." (sputters again, sounds are broken up by intense sobs, as if suffocated by grief, more unintelligable sounds) "...ship is ALIVE and FUNCTIONAL....."(triumphant near-shout followed by gibberish.)
Pataak always ends with: "Tell this as just a story. But know that even stories can be true. And before I forget... (the barely audible voice now becoming lost among the stars), name it: "Pataak's Portal".
Pataak's 'portal' mothership.
THE ALMOST FORGOTTEN STORY OF THE THIRD SENTRY
Etherians evolved on a planet with a single moon and the three oldest suns in the universe.
When the Final Stone hit Earth almost all of Saurian life was extinguished.
When the Final Stone hit Earth, turning its surface into the flames of a sun, almost all of Saurian life was extinguished. Only a few of the most hardy and lucky organisms, burrowing underground or swimming in the ocean depths, most of them insects, fish and mammals, lived.
One such a ‘lucky’ species were the Dragon race, if waking up one day in the heart of hell can be called lucky. Dragons relate to the Saurian, like Humankind to the Bonobo. Intelligent Saurian Dragons’ closest relative, before the Final Stone impact was the Velociraptor. (Pataak whispers gain emphasis, pride in his detailed knowledge of the biology of alien backwater planets evident.)
Humanity's close relative, the Bonobo.
Velociraptor, a cunning, pack hunting carnivore.
Dragons, in their glorious days, more than 65 million years ago, lived in numerous great and beautiful underground cities, leaving the surface to the capricious climates of Earth atmosphere and the great beasts that dwelt in it. Dragons are slightly smarter then Humans (….Pataak here seems to be coughing violently, while referring to both races as dunces compared to Greys…), but far more war-oriented and aggressive. Considering themselves superior to any life form is an essential part of their psychology.
And these lucky Dragons lived on, while the planet above their heads was created anew, evolution favouring increasingly compact animals, like birds, insects and mammals, never forgetting the inevitable viruses. The Dragon race showed modest technological advancement, even mastering space travel, conquering what few civilizations they could reach, and turning these worlds into colonies.
Then they ran into the Etherians, known across the galaxies as The Old Ones. This happened more than 500,000 year ago. Truly, Etherians are the oldest intelligent species in the universe. Their evolution took place on one of the first life-supporting planets, its brilliant three suns imparting to the bodies of Etherians, and many of the simple animals in their environment, a state of high flux: inhabitants of Etheria shine. Etherians have achieved the highest level of technology, traversing and exploring the universe, ‘seeding’ innumerable worlds with life, wisdom and technology. And so it was for the Greys (Pataak is silent, apparently reluctant to admit a humbling learning experience….), accepting genetic enhancement and the formulas for entering another universe in return for cooperation treaties.
Etherians too fancy themselves great warriors, even though lacking great physical prowess, relying on wisdom and technology to survive any danger they encounter. Enter the Dragons, who responded to an Etherian fleet passing near Earth (and even touching down) by - what else - war. Etherian bioluminescent soldiers, using flaming swords and beam weaponry engaged the Earthly Dragon armies, expecting the usual response: Fear and awe, enemy forces rapidly folding and seeking peace. They hit a snag: Dragons are the greatest warriors in this universe. In a conflict lasting seven earth-days hundreds of Etherians were slaughtered, both on and underneath the ground. And, using more primitive weapons than the Etherians, the Dragon spacecraft managed to destroy most of the Etherian fleet. The female Etherian leader, named as is their tradition ‘One’, realizing the immense danger they were in, decided to use their full array of Containment Technology, withdrawing her army and using a bulk transporter beam, placing all surviving Dragons in their subterranean cities and sealing them in forever.
There are three seals the fleet commander, One, employed. Each Dragon city, there were many of them all over Earth, was given an impenetrable copper based alloy cover. These roofs were usually oval shaped, designed to cut off any exit to the surface, and extending for miles over a Dragon habitat. An automated multi-layered facility to operate/maintain the prison topped each Dragon area. Construction took less than a month. The Etherians were eager to leave Earth for friendlier places. And leave they did.
The second seal was a force field, active at the roof cover. It is being generated in the Operation/Maintainance facility overhead, designed to draw energy from naturally generated (volcanic) heat, supposed to run for millenia, or better, till the planet’s end. Dragons curse this invisible membrane, because it holds in their souls. (Pataak assuming the articulation of a hoarse professor, explains that…..both Humans and Dragons have souls, unlike Greys who have a brain-collective: an immense, fragmented hive mind…..) For 500,000 years, any Dragons breaching the metal seal, and attempting to ascend into the surface world, have died within days.
The third seal consisted of a set of sequences from the Etherian genome. These gene-grafts were given to a small number of early-term fetuses, harvested from pregnant pre-human females randomly, and replaced in the womb. This jumpstarted early human evolution, directing the minds of two species, Heidelbergensis and Homo Sapiens to develop technology and become all-round problem solvers. These two Etherian-seeded races competed for most of the past 500,000 years. Humanity won.
Here, left of the Ankh, it is the Egyptian hieroglyph for 'burial', Etherians use it for 'Mankind' but upside down.
The genetic improvements were not given merely from the good intentions of Etherian hearts. They changed the course of human evolution for practical reasons. It was deemed inevitable the Dragons would one day break free from their prisons. Dragons aren’t easily defeated or contained. Humanity itself, helped by its partly Etherian mind, is the third seal, designed to keep Dragons from regaining their freedom and former kingship of planet Earth. The Etherian symbol for Humans, as well as the star giving them life, is a triangle pointing down, horizontal line missing, replaced by a single dot. It's the Egyptian 'burial' hieroglyph, turned up-side down. In Etherian language Mankind is designated The Third Sentry, standing in the way of very bad-tempered Dragons, emerging from the depths of Earth. Etherians purposefully created a species destined to be dragonslayers.
Here once more, ends a story of scientific teamleader Pataak's dying spirit, whispering across the universe, Grey professor brimming with knowledge, inspiring any lifeform receptive to his subtle transmission.
Pataak always ends with: "Tell this as just a story. But know that even stories can be true. And before I forget... (the barely audible voice now becoming lost among the stars), name it: The Third Sentry."
Dragons are slightly smarter then Humans, but far more war-oriented and aggressive.
THE STORY OF SOSH-TESH THE HAPPY DRAGON
Something extraordinary crashed into the ground here.
Night sky over the New Mexico desert.
A lone Dragon warrior is running in the cold New Mexico desert night, at an easy, rhythmic trot. His name: Sosh-Tesh, pronounce it with exaggerated lengthening of consonants Ssssssosssh…Tesssssssh. It is early July 1947 and Sosh-Tesh has been afforded the high honour of being sent on a foray into the world of Humans, Earth surface. The running figure confidently travelling the darkness, a gentle slap - slap - slap in the wake of his footfalls, is largely ignored by nature around him. Except for the occasional puzzled prairie dog or hognosed skunk, frozen into alertness. The night is hiding a most unusual looking wilderness traveller indeed. Sosh-Tesh is an extremely muscular, 6-foot tall humanoid, dressed in an all-black bodysuit, leaving impressively clawed hands and feet free, as well as a distinctively ridged reptilian head. A single insignia, a faint yellow-golden triangle with coiled snake inside, adorns his right upper arm. One palm-sized cylindrical beam weapon is attached to the wide web belt.
Suddenly a sulfuric smell turns him from runner to statue. Sosh-Tesh’s beak and quivering nostrils are turned straight up. He breathes in and opens his senses. A strange, high buzz fills the air: sound that is not a sound. Veer east, his intuition whispers, something is out there. GO. Slap - slap - slap ripples the still desert air.
THE DEBRIS FIELD
In mere minutes the running Dragon comes upon an elongated groove in the desert floor, quickly widening to ten meters and more, topsoil stripped away for as far as his excellent night vision reveals to him. And it is littered with partly buried torn and twisted metal plating, coils, beams and a fine foil that ‘sings’ (the high-pitched noise that attracted him here) when moved by a weak breeze. Overpowering sulfur smell now, it reminds him of the lower parts of his underground city. Sosh-Tesh moves among the debris, something extraordinary crashed into the ground here. Not a human air transport. He sees the small ceramic-resembling generator first, looking perfect, undamaged on the desert sand, and as he closes in almost steps on the small, childlike corpse of a Grey. Sosh-Tesh stops breathing. OPPORTUNITY. Unhesitating, the Dragon rips off his clothing, leaving only his belt on, and with razor-sharp claws cuts it into long black strips. Fifteen minutes and double that amount of tight knots later, he has a flexible makeshift net. The dead little alien, the generator and some hastily collected foil bits plus plate fragments are placed over the netting, bound together and slung over a shoulder. Sosh-Tesh is naked now, but his body does not embarrass him. Pride is his emotion. Honour his ethics. He will return to the Dragon King, deep under the Archuleta Mountains, carrying a prize beyond value. He knows full well that as he will place these items at the king’s feet, his body will die, the normal ending for excursions to the upper world. On his homebound run, the net slung comfortably over his powerful right shoulder, Sosh-Tesh is a happy Dragon. He is running fast now, he feels he is flying, and his passage is making a ruckus, carrying far over the wilderness floor. He does not care. Certainty: these are remnants from a Grey flying craft. A second time his intuition whispers to him:” This is what the future holds, Dragons will fly again”.
...Here once more, ends a story of scientific teamleader Pataak's dying spirit, whispering across the universe, Grey professor brimming with knowledge, inspiring any lifeform receptive to his subtle transmission...
Pataak always ends with: "Tell this as just a story. But know that even stories can be true. And before I forget... (the barely audible voice now becoming lost among the stars), name it: Sosh-Tesh, the happy Dragon."
Sosh-Tesh returns to his Dragon King, deep under the Archuleta Mountains, carrying a prize beyond value.
THE STORY OF PATAAK'S OPPORTUNITY
A mothership created as a Portal to all universes that could exist.
A multiverse blast raged outwards, extending to several lightyears.
According to the historical records of the Tanoun Grey hive, teamleader Pataak - with honour forever linked to his name, and his team of scientists, perished on the 'portal' mothership, still frantically trying to stop the chain-reaction to the last. The records are in error. This is what really happened…
GREYS CALL IT THE LITTLE BANG
(Pataak relates this account calmly and evenly, his whispers sounding ‘matter of fact’.) When the portal mechanism went berserk, controls useless, Pataak and his team realizing a sizeable portion of the universe was about to be obliterated, something extraordinary happened. The mothership, an intelligent robot capable of directing flight independently in an emergency, informed the Grey scientists that the ship had passed into an unknown part of space, a zone without measurable timeflow or relative position. They were in the eye of the multiverse blast threatening the Tanoun hive, and untold life forms in the vicinity.
Hive king Tanoun’s telepathic command still roars through Pataak's mind: ‘All of us have entered the motherships, we make our escape RIGHT NOW, full speed engaged. Yours is the honour, royal brother, to order my Gateway Mothership to self-destruct. Hurry, save the hive.” Pataak, indeed, was of the royal Tanoun blood, but excluded from ever ruling a hive. Crown Princess Piteh having been chosen as next-in-line. Pataak used his unique power of mental domination, exclusive to the royal bloodline, to direct and control his scientists. They were not his collegues. More like slaves or drones.
And Supreme Scientist of the Tanoun hive, Pataak, had never appreciated being his BROTHER’s drone. Long held ambition and bitter envy now welled up within him. (Pataak’s sputtering whispers now describe what occurred: "Tanoun's Gateway indeed!....that decrepid bigheaded old fool couldn't even float right side up...or open a door out of his own palace for that matter...Tanoun's Gate.....haaagh (sputtering in a rage now)...I showed him and that imbecile daughter of his...Me trying to save the hive, HIS hive...haaaagh!!!(breaks up, sounds unintelligable for some time.)
(Pataak's whisper is fluid and composed) "NEVER has there been a Portal to the All like this. For Science and Enlightenment's sake I made every effort to keep IT open for eternity." (sputters again, sounds are broken up by intense sobs, as if suffocated by grief, more unintelligable sounds) "...ship is ALIVE and FUNCTIONAL....."(triumphant near-shout followed by gibberish.)
Luminous Grey children of the Tanoun hive, socalled Light Beings, all were killed.
Pataak did not destroy the portal mothership, but kept it intentionally functional and alive (the ship is an artificial life form in its own right), thus betraying his hive king, and delivering his hive to eternal suffering and living death. The multiverse blast, Greys call it the Little Bang, killed all the luminous children of the Tanoun hive, as well as taking away the hive’s power to reproduce. Clearly, notwithstanding allusions to “enlightenment“, Pataak had seen the opportunity to ruthlessly eliminate the royal competition, and become a hive king himself. He took it. At the expense of mass murder.
"Before I forget...."
Where is our teamleader and Supreme Scientist exactly? The great triangular mothership, with him and his science team aboard, at the moment the blast occurred, slipped into a singularity, a ‘place’ where time nor space exist. He is nowhere, and everywhere. That’s how his thoughts, his telepathic whispers are transmitted to every part of space. Whispering to receptive life forms anywhere, and now at UFO Casebook Pataak's whispers have reached YOU.
Pataak here ends with: "Tell this as just a story. But know that even stories can hold true confessions. And before I forget... (the barely audible voice now becoming lost among the stars), name it: "Pataak's Opportunity".
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Pataak's continued stories are a work of fiction for your entertainment, now told and retold, sometimes written but forever (shush now.. lean in, be very very quiet and cup your ears!) ...whispered... to where ever you are listening.