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INTERGALACTIC WAVELENGTH The Transceiver 5/15/04 music playing is "Love on the Grasslands" It arrived unexpectedly. I went outdoors to water the garden and saw a package sitting by the front door. "Hmmm,” I said, “I didn’t hear anyone knock. It must have been “IPS.” I picked up the box. It was light as a feather. Oddly, there was no return address. "I wonder who sent this?” I asked myself. Next to my name and address, written in bold red letters, it read, “UTTERLY SPECIAL DELIVERY.” "Huh,” I said out loud, “IPS seems to have developed a sense of humor.” Next to the bold red letters was a printed icon of a white dove holding a letter in his beak. The bird looked like a cross between a dove and a swan, to me. There was some tiny print on the letter which I couldn’t make out. Searching through the junk drawer, I found a magnifying glass. "This is the smallest print I have ever seen on a package,” I said. “Let’s see what it says.” The envelope read: COSMIC MYSTERY, INC. SPIRITUAL HEADQUARTERS CLOUD 7 ANDROMEDA M31 INNER-OUTER SPACE ATT: Multiversal Causeway | ||||||||||||||||||
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"A GREAT Sense of Humor,” I concluded, after squinting through the magnifying glass. “IPS has gone Out On A Limb! They must have changed ownership.” "Hey, wait a minute!” I exclaimed. With the magnifying glass I noticed there was an alabaster ribbon around the bird’s throat, from which dangled a delicate gold locket. "Boy...that’s barely visible even with the magnifying glass,” I whispered, shaking my head in amazement. “Someone went to alot of trouble to disguise all this secret information!” I rummaged through the closet of Lesser Used Items, of which I have far too many. Feeling a bit of frustration, I threw all the junk out into the middle of the room. "Here it is!” I smiled. I managed to unscrew the microscope lens from it’s base, and adjusted the lens to sit directly over the bird’s throat. Looking directly at the alabaster ribbon, I scanned down to the oblong locket. There, engraved into the golden locket were the words, “Compliments of The Holy Spirit.” "I’m getting goose bumps,” I said. “This is either some weird prank or IPS has Gone Bonkers.” I felt a strange combination of fear and excitement. Saving the print on the package, I carefully opened the mysterious box. Nothing too weird inside...styrofoam and bubble wrap, as usual. "Oh wow!” I muttered with delight, “It’s a short-wave radio! I have always wanted one of these.” It appeared to be a short-wave radio. It was ultramodern looking, very light titanium, and had a Special Feel to it...soft, very loving. "Hmmm.....no instructions. I hope I can figure out how to use this!” I muttered. I fiddled with the short wave for awhile, pulled up the antenna, and managed to get it turned on. One thing I noticed right away was that there was no visible power source. No batteries, no cord. There were, however, three small blinking lights, which indicated that it was functioning. I turned a knob, trying to find something. Instead of the usual static of a short wave, there were strange sounds I had never heard before. There were squeals, squeaks, almost like whales and dolphins, as well as sounds resembling wind storms, lightning, bells and whistles. Some were beyond description. They reminded me of sounds I had heard on a web site where NASA had recorded the Sounds of Jupiter. | ||||||||||||||||||
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"WOW!” I thought, “Maybe this isn’t a short wave radio...maybe it’s a LONG WAVE RADIO!” OK....by now, I was definitely feeling overwhelmed. No doubt about it! Blown Away. Over The Edge. Bonkers. Cuckoo. I kept fiddling. Finally I found One Clear Channel. It was WaveLength 7 on the dial. "Clear as a bell,” I whispered. This was Special. “Whomever has sent this to me was Really Cool.” I noticed the stream of information on WaveLength 7 was making me feel Calm, even Peaceful. So I decided to sit and listen. Just as I was about to fall into a nap, I heard a loud “HISSSSSssss.” There, hovering over the radio was a fierce looking red dragon, billowing real flames! I reached out to touch it. My hand went right through the dragon, but when I touched the flames, they were hot! The dragon looked at me with piercing eyes, which looked all the way IN. Suddenly, the dragon spoke in the deepest voice I had ever heard, “I am here to protect you while you listen...so nothing interferes. My name is Anghor. HISSSsss.” | ||||||||||||||||||
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He held a Tibetan bell and dorje. His face softened, and he began singing some long prayers, ringing the bell and rotating the dorje. The small hand drum sitting on top of the radio, he occasionally picked up and rattled. His prayers gave me a safe feeling. He kept putting little pieces of uncooked rice out on top of the radio, which he explained were little offerings to those who were invisible and might wish to cause interference or some kind of mischief. He said a Tibetan Buddhist Mantra which he said dissolves obstacles and appeases negative energies: "Tayatha om gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi soha.” Then he clapped his hands 3 times. He told me the first clap gets their attention, the second clap frightens them, and the third clap chases them away. "Don’t ever attack negativity,” he explained to me. “Be nice. If you can’t help, then at least don’t make matters worse. Get away. Leave all the dirty work to Higher Forces. Higher Forces are waiting in line to Help. The Cosmic Law, however, states that We Have To ASK. We need to ask because of Free Will.” "You don’t Really Exist!” I blurted out. “I can put my hand right through you! What is all this Nonsense?” I asked the weird Dragon. "Things are not as they appear nor are they otherwise,” he said in inscrutable Chinese fashion. “The tao that can be told is not the eternal tao." You can go Look Those Famous Sayings Up!” “I Exist as an Example of Life’s Sense of Humor,” Anghor explained, “What could be more ridiculous than a Shaolin Chinese Dragon spouting Tibetan Mantras? I Exist Ahead of My Time. I come as an Example of What Could Be.” "I’m sorry,” I said, “So you’re like a Zen Koan?” "Exactly!” Anghor whispered, bowing in my direction. “No Question, No Answer. Suchness.” “I accept your help,” I told Anghor, “as I see you invoke Enlightened Beings.” "Yes....” whispered Anghor....”Remember The Golden Rule... be kind, be kind, be kind.” As his prayers came to an end, I was once again able to hear the radio. Anghor again gave a loud “HISSSsss,” breathing hot flames. He made himself very large and filled the whole room. Then he zoomed in, to stare into my eyes, with another soul piercing look. "I am The Guardian Of The Wisdom Radio. Wisdom comes with Issues,” he explained. “No one really LIKES | ||||||||||||||||||
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Wisdom. Many who hear may feel Anger, may even become Enraged. Wisdom Destroys all Illusions. I am here to help. I am here to Protect you from anything Negative.” "Thank you,” I said to Anghor. I settled back into my chair and closed my eyes. "You’d better keep your eyes open for this one,” Anghor said. I opened my eyes. He pushed a special button on the radio and out popped a little movie! "Oh!” I exclaimed, ‘It’s audio visual!” "Not only that,” Anghor said. “Here.” He handed me a microphone. "Is this karaoke?” I asked. "Nope.” Anghor said with excitement. “It’s a Transceiver, not a radio. You get to talk to Headquarters, just like they get to talk to you! It’s a two-way communication.” "Where are these broadcasts coming from?” I asked Anghor. "All these communications are being routed through The Intergalactic Space Station. It’s a little like The International Space Station in orbit around Earth,” Anghor explained. "The Intergalactic Network of Galaxies,” he continued, “transmits through The Intergalactic Space Station, out into all Known Existing Space.” "I haven’t heard of that,” I said, in surprise. "Well.......” Anghor hesitated, not sure how much to tell me, “Some of this information comes from The Future. This is a Time-Space Continuum Channel. They are broadcasting Past, Present, and Future.” "Wow,” I whispered, in awe. I had to sit down. "It’s alot to take in all at once,” Anghor smiled, “So give it some time, no pun intended.” We both had a good laugh. Anghor then explained to me that The Intergalactic Space Station was broadcasting throughout All of Known Space, just as TV and radio broadcasts are received from The International Space Station here on Earth. Only this was being done on a Much Larger Scale. He told me this was An Experiment in Intergalactic Communication. "It’s a Cultural Sharing of Scientific, Artistic, and Spiritual Philosophies, in the hopes of Creating a Peaceful Universe, rich with Diversity,” Anghor explained to me. "Cool....very cool.....” I whispered. Suddenly I was speechless and put my hand upon my heart. Tears came to my eyes. | ||||||||||||||||||
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"You know.....” said Anghor, “There’s also a Dance Wavelength here. It’s a Direct Hook Up to The Buddha Bars around the planet. Let’s Dance and Celebrate!” Anghor switched to the Dance Channel, and we Boogied to the music from The Buddha Bar, “Siddhartha: Spirit of Buddha Bar, vol.I,” by Ravin. “I enjoy getting ‘drunk on The Divine,’” Anghor said. “I never touch alcohol. I enjoy The Good Stuff.....water.” This was my first experience dancing with a Dragon. He was quite the charmer on the dance floor, I must say! He explained to me that he was “A Black Belt in Motion.” He told me he knew each and every Martial Art, including “Drunken Kung Fu.” He began dancing in slow motion as the music became upbeat, increasing in intensity. He seemed to be dancing in a Whole Other Dimension of Being. "I’m going to show you how to do that,” he told me, as we lay down to rest on our backs. We both closed our eyes for about 10 minutes of silence. "Here,” Anghor said, as we sat up. “This is for you.” He picked up a diamond about the size of a fifity cent piece, which had been taped on top of the transceiver. He handed me the diamond, at which time it became a golden ring with the diamond attached. "Look into the diamond,” Anghor said.
"Read the tag,” He said. I looked at the tiny tag attached to the ring with a silver thread. The tag read: “Wish You Were Here.” "Wow.......” I said. I put it on. It was a Perfect Fit. The Transceiver was then put away into the closet. Anghor went to sleep inside it, where he pretends to live. But my heart told me he was truly a part of myself, as I felt him settle into my chest....right into my heart. He curled up into a cozy ball to settle in for the night. Anghor is a part of me who lays dormant. He dwells within The Wisdom Heart. "Your secret’s safe with me,” I whispered to Anghor. “I know you’ll want to be ready at each moment’s notice to POP! OUT! and do your job. Thank you and Blessings, Anghor. This is The Best Gift I ever received in my Entire Life.” Before Anghor went to bed, he told me, “This does not make you Special. Every being in Existence has The Same Potential. Remember to Be Kind, no matter what happens.” He told me that Everyone has this kind of Radio just waiting on their doorstep. And Everyone can be On The Lookout for their Own UTTERLY SPECIAL DELIVERY. Blessings. copyright Anupama Deanne Kallman, Aha! Stories
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