On the Wings of Hope : Prose

His last doubts dissipated – they were washed away as useless ashes when he was beholding this “city” and its inhabitants. This was the world of Higher Beings – Enlightened ones. Yes, people indeed – he had no more doubts in that. A great number of them were standing on the flower square and looking at him, coming nearer. There were smiles on their faces, eyes emitted same rays – were shining with light. “Eyes is a window to the soul”, - somewhere from depth of consciousness came these words. And, apparently, there is so much more hidden in these words, that he at first suspected…

All right, it’s time to land. Ten … five meters to the ground.

“We welcome you, brother”, - strong, ringing and courageous voice sounded in his consciousness. It seems that usual human language was not necessary to these people at all. Here someone from their ranks went forward – probable, the leader. Turned to people standing behind … rose his hand highly, probably calling for silence … then again turned to face him.

“Once again hello to you, space wanderer”, - this time it was common human language. Not a mental addressing – but a living word from lips instead!

And once again come the words – powerful and brave words, full of unshakable confidence and force – the speaking one was inborn leader in the true sense of the word – “From where have you arrived, traveler?” He answered.

People briskly started to exchange words from behind – talking in native language of the tongue. However he couldn’t understand even a single phrase from their speech. The leader rose his hand once more, asking for silence – and everything has abated.

“My colleagues are both surprised and pleased. We have not met the one like you before. And your … equipment looks rather … strange. I cannot remember that somewhere in the worlds of the Great Unity of Planets it’s being either created or used. Especially on … the Earth. Therefore we desire to ask you a question, traveler – where are you from? I have no wish to interfere into your thoughts and memory, even though I could do that. It will be the violation of laws of the Universe – that’s why I shall ask you a question, traveler. Answer truthfully – we will not cause you any harm – last millennia of the wars of our ancestors has taught us much – answer as it is – the lie will give you out – who are you and from where have you arrived to our world?”

Attentive and kind look. The views of people facing it intrigued and full of interest. To tell? Yes – so it will have a chance to come back home … With those possibilities which people of this time possessed, they for certain should have a means of travel in intertime! Only certainly, at first he nevertheless will be late here and will try to learn more about people that live in this surprising world.

“Year two thousand two hundred seventy fifth. Travelled in time by the order of the United Galactic Council. Collapsers of time. Carried out a mission of collecting of resources and information in distant worlds”.

Accurately, like on a military report, sounded words.

He had nothing to hide. His words abated in the instantly reigned silence. Second, two, three… Painful silence was becoming longer and longer. Even the leader, it seems, was surprised by such a turn of events. But – only for an instant. He was certainly get used to the most unexpected circumstances and turns.

“Now everything is clear, Robert. You have answered fully truthfully. Indeed, our far ancestors once were engaged into similar experiments with time waves … but they missed the main thing – the possibilities of spirit, ones given to a human, inborn in his very nature. Earth scientists of the third millennium tried to replace the Higher human nature with some pity mechanics. Certainly almost fruitless. Yes, you are still unaware of one more thing … but I will tell you nevertheless – those collapsers of which you are talking – they didn’t work at all the way it was supposed during their creation. A travel into the past with a seconds fidelity, huh? So they have praised you this invention in the Intergalactic Council? Well – there was no talks of seconds, minutes, hours or even years. Hundreds, and maybe thousands of years – such was the accuracy of these “devices”.