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  While you're wrapping your noodle around this perplexing question, also consider that Gardner's book further suggests that our universe may also be just one universe within a much greater multiverse. This in turn begs the question: Did a greater god of the multiverse create our universe through a Big Bang event, which in turn fashioned the living God of our own universe out of carbon, who then made us in his own carbon image as suggested by Genesis? (Whew!)

  So how does Gardner answer this Rubik's Cube of a question? In Biocosm, he tells us that we live in a selfish universe where humankind is evolving through the emergence of a global consciousness, and that our destiny is to become the neurons of a vast trans-human mind. At that stage, we might learn that the God of our universe is actually a lesser god of the multiverse-or not.

  In contrast to Gardner's matter up view of where humankind evolved from, Michael A. Cremo says in his book Human Devolution, We did not evolve up from matter; instead we devolved, or came down, from the realm of pure consciousness, spirit.

  While both authors make cogent and well-researched cases for their particular theories as to where we come from, the one theory that is continually gaining greater acceptance in the scientific community is that of panspermia (seeds everywhere), which deals with the origin of life on Earth and dates back to the Greek philosopher Anaxagoras, who influenced Socrates. What scientists love about panspermia is that it is a testable theory, and the evidence is accumulating.

  Also referred to as the Cosmic Ancestry Theory, panspermia maintains that life on Earth was seeded from space, or that the universe perpetually rains the seeds of life upon new worlds using the destroyers the Kolbrin warns us about.

  Comets, which are largely made of water and ice, can easily carry bacterial life across the widest expanses of space while protecting it from radiation damage. It makes sense, when you consider that our oceans are filled with waters deposited here by the ancient destroyers and that life, as we know it, first took hold in the waters of our oceans.

  Indigos Are as Ancient as Life Itself

  Take a moment to try something. Clear your mind. Close your eyes, and think about all of the possibilities presented so far in this chapter for a few minutes. Go ahead. Do it now.

  Welcome back. When you closed your eyes did you see a universe of possibilities? Or did you merely see the back of your eyelids? The difference is important because materially driven societies program us from birth to see the backs of our eyelids. It makes us more productive consumers. That being said, if you saw a universe of possibilities, you are either an Indigo or savvy enough to understand them as they wish to be understood.

  Regardless of whether we evolved up from carbon and panspermia seeding, or devolved from pure consciousness, Indigos have always been here; always waiting to be awakened. And nature's alarm clock is buzzing!

  Where did we come from? This is the most important question we can ask ourselves. Perhaps when we become an ancient race in harmony with the cosmos, we will have the peace of mind to devote ourselves to the search of a true conclusive answer. Until then, all we can say is that we are the living children of dead stars and nothing more.

  In the meantime, what is important is that humanity needs to be aware that its Indigos are awakening in vast numbers and heralding a new future. Of equal importance, we need to know why the alarm clock of evolution is buzzing, because we are on the verge of encountering other races and we better come to grips with our own encounter anxieties-and quickly.

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  Feet Don't Fail Me Now!

  Most humans instinctively stop dead in their tracks upon hearing a rattlesnake, rattling its tail. Even if we have never seen one before, it seems as though Mother Nature has written an obscure Rattlesnake Clause into the fine print of our junk DNA that triggers an instinctive alert—Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!

  At a more cognitive level, the prospect of face-to-face, species-to-species contact with an extraterrestrial race seems to evoke a similar response. The rattle of possibility causes us to freeze in our tracks, for fear of stepping upon a coiled and foreboding destiny. Therefore, what we must grapple with is the basic difference between rattlesnakes and aliens-rattlesnakes cannot build star ships. However, it seems that our instincts are not sensitive to that fine distinction.

  Ask a UFO or crop circle researcher what his or her first impulse would be should an alien craft suddenly land next to them one day, and you most likely either get a preprogrammed spin bite such as, Been there, done that, or you'll have the pleasure of watching their eyes roll up as they truly ponder the question.

  If they've never been there and done that, and they are honest, they'll likely admit that their first impulse would be to run, as in feet don't fail me now. Recognizing this as normal is good, because we are creatures who must overcome our fears each and every day. We fear that we'll weigh a few more pounds when step on the bathroom scale, that our boss is getting ready to sack us, that we'll miss our flight connection in Denver, and so on. Of course, none of that could ever prepare us adequately for the day when a UFO lands next to our bus stop.

  Whether we are Indigos or not, we must all come to grips with our fear of the unknown because we will certainly face it when that momentous day does arrive. And it will!

  Nothing to Fear but Fear Itself

  A phrase that forever became an integral part of Americana is the famous quote, Nothing to Fear but Fear Itself, from President Franklin D. Roosevelt's first inaugural speech on March 4, 1933. At that time, the Great Depression had reached its depth and life, as the America we had known ceased to exist. An emotional impact certainly as great as what America suffered on September 11, 2001.

  Regrettably, Americans should have gone back to that timeless pronouncement for the full context of Roosevelt's meaning when he said, So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself-nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror, which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.

  Beyond the cliché of Nothing to Fear but Fear Itself, there are the equally profound warnings about the consequences of fear. It paralyzes us when we face an opportunity to advance. In one perspective, these timeless words could drill through any moment in time like the shaft of a well-aimed arrow. In another, they fall short of what will be required of us in a face-to-face, species-to-species contact event. This is because this particular fear will not be the result of a financial calamity nor the acts of a bloodthirsty foe. Rather, it will be the direct result of our denial-a greater threat than any other.

  Why We Have Everything to Fear about Denial

  A pithy truism of honesty is to see through the eyes of a child, because children have the unique ability to see the world exactly as it is, without filtering it through one convoluted paradigm or another. In essence they are saying, I see it; therefore it is.

  Adults, on the other hand, are much more likely to say: I've seen enough of it to know that I'm not going to let myself see any more of it until a ‘trustworthy’ government or religious leader tells me to open my eyes again.

  The flip side of this denial pandemic is the onerous responsibility thrust upon the government and religious leaders as to when (or if) they should instruct their obedient followers to remove their material blinders.

  This is a genuine concern, and to understand the truly frightening dimensions of this quandary only requires a brief glance at an everyday, ordinary paycheck stub.

  The government gets first dibs and takes a considerable share, leaving the remainder to the worker. On a one-by-one basis, there isn't enough here to lose for the worker who must now make ends meet on the remainder.

  However, in a national sense, the worker's personal quandary multiplies millions of times into a national economic nightmare. The question then becomes, how can a government afford to continue its existence when the very people from whom it derives its revenue, must take time away from their payroll tax generating jobs to dig bunkers in their backyards?


  This is why there is an unwritten ignorance is bliss compact between the institutions and mainstream constituency of a reasonably successful material-driven society. The mainstream knowingly and willfully abdicates awareness along with a certain portion of their wages, in return for material peace of mind.

  Of course, there will always be open-minded skeptics who will courageously dabble with the awareness, and their most favored way to mitigate it is the comfort of distance. By using their clever wits, they keep a profitable distance ahead of the ignorance-is-bliss mainstream. While the clever remain mobile, the mainstream is willingly tied to railroad tracks because it appears to be the safe thing to do.

  A Train is Coming

  Imagine that you are an open-minded skeptic and that you've awoken to find your arms and legs firmly tied to one of four sets of parallel railroad tracks. You blink your eyes and look about and see you are in the company of three other like-minded open-minded skeptics ; each tied to one of the other three train tracks.

  You look about to get your bearings and see that all four sets of tracks are joined to a single main line which passes through several states. As you notice the absence of bystanders, an unseen voice whispers in your head, a train is coming.

  Of course there is a train coming, you grumble. I've lived here all my life and, I know a huge four-engine freight train is headed this way, so stop bothering me!

  Annoyed by the voice, you strain at the ropes, but cannot break loose from the tracks. However, you know the freight train has not yet crossed the state line, so the danger is not imminent-at least not yet. This is a bit of luck for you, as it gives you ample time to think your way through this by first weighing your chances.

  A simple first pass with the math tells you that you have a 25 percent chance of death by freight train. While those odds may be good for the average guy, you also know that you are better at math than the average guy is, and so you start listening to what the other victims have to say, hoping for some new intelligence to factor into the calculations.

  Just then you hear one of them say, I heard the engineer of the train is free to choose whichever one of these tracks he wants and that he is right-handed. Given that I'm tied to the middle of these four sets of tracks, my hope is that he'll favor his right-handed tendency. You know, just like right-handed people lost in the desert who keep walking in clockwise circles until they die from dehydration.

  Now, this is a windfall! You are tied to the tracks that are to the engineer's far left, and so you quickly do the math. After a respectable number of computations, you determine that this factor alone reduces your risk of being hit by the train by another 10 percent. Now, you've gone from a 25 percent chance of death by freight train to a 15 percent chance of death. Things are looking up. Such a deal!

  Just as you are congratulating yourself for a job well done, that pesky voice comes back again with its persistent warning, a train is coming—but you're so elated about your enhanced statistical chance of survival that you quickly and easily dismiss it from your mind.

  Inspired by your recent gains, you decide to see if there is anything else weighing in your favor and so you shout to the other victims, What do you think your chances are?

  The furthest away shouts back, Don't bother us, you fool, can't you see that we're doing long division in our heads? Shut up! Then the victim nearest you volunteers a little more inside information: the train engineer has a girlfriend, and the back of her house faces the tracks furthest away from you.

  What a fortuitous find! It just doesn't get any sweeter than this. The train engineer will most likely want to impress his girlfriend while favoring his right-handed tendency. This is too good to be true, and you start running the numbers again. Using what you assure yourself are conservative variables, you shave another 5 percent off the overall risk level.

  So now, you've gone from a 15 percent chance of death to a 10 percent chance. Just as you're getting ready to whoop with glee, that pesky voice echoes in your mind again, a train is coming. This time you're annoyed, but you now have odds on your survival that could make you rich in Las Vegas, so why worry?

  Suddenly you feel an unusual shaking movement in the rails and the self-assured glow of statistical certainty suddenly fails you. While you've been busy doing your math and congratulating yourself, the train has not only crossed the state line-it has passed the four track feeder junction and it is now barreling down your track, straight towards you.

  Now that you're facing a clear and present danger, what comes next?

  With renewed urgency, you focus your efforts on the ropes binding you to the tracks and suddenly discover that the rope holding down your right arm was improperly knotted. With a little patience and effort, you'll eventually free that hand and then yourself.

  As your fingers frantically claw at the knot, your mind retreats to the comfort of statistical mathematics once again. Even though you've accepted the reality that the train is going to hit you, learned habits are simply too difficult to ignore.

  With certain reliability, your mind quickly returns an absolute mathematical result-you are out of time and you are going to die! This is turning into a real bummer.

  You double-check your calculations and realize that your initial estimate was correct, and see no further point in struggling with the ropes. It is time to accept your fate, and so you lie limp on the rails and look up into the heavens. In a last act of unreasoning desperation you look upwards and shout your plea in an urgent voice, Please God, help me, or this horrible, big train will kill me for sure.

  Once again, you hear that little annoying voice in your head as before, except this time the message is different. I've been trying to do just that, but you haven't been listening. For the last time, a train is coming. THUMP! THUMP!

  The whole point to this what-if example is that denial operates at the level to which we employ it, and with equal effect. If we employ it completely and it fails us, our lives fall apart. If we partially defer to it with open-minded skepticism, our lives can fall apart just as badly, regardless of how clever we may think we are.

  Herein lies the greatest risk of a face-to-face, species-to-species contact for Modern Man. As FDR said in his 1933 inaugural address, denial will become a ?nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror, which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.

  This, then, raises the question: How will we, or what will enable us to overcome our material-driven power of denial to ensure the safest and most optimal face-to-face contact with another sentient off-world species?

  Contact without Denial Scenarios

  While there are innumerous contact scenarios for one to imagine, the three leading denial-free scenarios are enlightened, post-catastrophic, and organic liaisons.

  The enlightened contact scenario depends upon our ability to open ourselves freely to the possibility of contact without feeling a challenge to our material existence in any way. This is not a belief-based approach where we insulate our denial-charged fears with rigid sociopolitical dogma. Rather, it presumes that we can compartmentalize our denial-charged fears and let our rational minds encounter the unexplained through the eyes of a child.

  Regrettably, we've yet to master this tricky duality. On one hand, we acknowledge that only through a lack of material motivation can we attain the most enlightened levels of spiritual achievement. On the other, we want people to see us driving the newest and most expensive cars to our houses of worship. Consequently, we arrive as spiritual tourists, without a shred of hope for attaining a more enlightened level of consciousness. As all good tourists who obediently show up at the tour bus at the proper time, we mouth the words in the hope that we can reconcile our feverish pursuit of material wealth and control with our less-than-feverish pursuit of true enlightenment, until the end of the service.

  Is this duality good or bad? It is neither. This is who we are, and being judgmental about it only invites the petty, divisive squabbles between the model years and options
packages of the cars we drive.

  Is this duality self-defeating? It is when you're tied to the wrong set of railroad tracks while others look upon you with pity as they mumble, there for the sake of God, go I. Dumb luck that!

  Is pursuit of this scenario as fruitless as tilting at windmills in the manner of Don Quixote De La Mancha? It is, if you struggle to preserve your material view of the world at any cost. Then again, if you, the reader, were such a person, would you be reading this? Of course not!

  Do not confuse this last statement as the author pandering to his audience. He is not. Rather, he has written this book for the same reason that you are reading it. There is something inside you, an unseen voice, if you will, that compels you to expand your consciousness. For what, you cannot say; but what you can say is that you can no longer progress through life in denial of your inner voice.

  Is there a pot of investment gold at the end of the journey? Were there such a thing, the title of this book would be more practical such as, A Simple Way to Enlarge Your Bank Account and Your Penis or Breasts In Just 10 Minutes a Day. (Now that would sell-you betcha!)

  More to the point is the poetic thought expressed in the song the The Impossible Dream from The Man of La Mancha.

  And I know if I'll only be true to this glorious quest,

  That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I'm laid to my rest.

  If these words ring true with you, then consider this old pearl of wisdom. There are three groups of people in the world. The smallest minority imaginable; they make things happen. A larger minority; they watch the smallest minority make things happen. Finally, there is the vast majority and they could care less. When the day comes where we make face-to-face, species-to-species contact, which of these three groups will BEST represent our species?

  If we are exceptionally lucky, our day of formal contact will come at a convenient time and at a leisurely pace so that we can all have the chance to be the BEST representative candidates for our species. Sigh?there we ago again, back to our denial mechanism of chance. With just a little luck, we'll beat the odds and have it all our own way. However, that is not how it has worked in the past.