Sotuknang: E.B.E. House Guest

By Dr. Ray Turner

A captured spaceship is shot down in Southern Colorado by the Air Force Space Command. Sotuknang is an Extraterrestrial Biological Entity (E.B.E.) survivor who is transferred to an underground facility at Schriever AFB. The off-planet Owners have 137 planetary occupants enslaved through the military-industrial complex and by their technology including Earth. Xichinitl is the Chief Scientist sent to interview the EBE as an imprisoned "House Guest." The Facility Controller Zytos is absolute authority of the AFB facility and all 6,000 personnel there except one EBE. Xichinitl is adopted and telepathically mentored by the EBE who befriends him. Both explore a local star Betelgeuse and subsequently inform the scientist of a new understanding of the Electric Universe cosmology model as a variant from the Standard Model, witnesses galactic operation, and understands first hand time travel, space/time vs. time/space dimensional shifting. Xichinitl learn that all Galactic citizens are considered Beloved Equals who live by the law of service to humanity across the Universe called "Unity" and not by the law of the jungle. AFB personnel are led into a rebellion against the Owner's Domain by the Quantum computer programming team who find a "blind spot" in the Owner's Domain central computer called the Orion War Lattice (OWL). By changing the computer timing 1,000 times slower the Schriever personnel are able to defeat the Facility Controller, the security system, and escape from the facility and return to their families. Xichinitl departs with Sotuknang and his spouse Verna Longhair (a fellow scientist) via the same spaceship built by and for Xichinitl in the long past now returning to rescue all who wish to return home and to the galactic Unity system of cooperating planets and Beloved Equals.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dr. Ray Turner
• Release date: Jan 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310588730

Dr. Ray Turner

Dr. Ray Turner is a nationally recognized expert in transporting students and adults with disabilities whose hobby is to write science fiction with as much fact as possible within the story. His year as Director of Special Education at Ganado, AZ in 1989-1990 familiarized him intimately with Nazlini, AZ, the Chinle Valley, Canyon de Chelley, Navajo traditions and their belief system when writing Nazlini Dancers. His website www.schoolbusaccidentreconstruction.com represents his professional work as an expert witness for school bus and transit attorneys and as a collision investigator. His website www.whitebuffalopress.com represents his professional career as an expert in the safe and appropriate transportation of people with disabilities.

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Prologue

Xichinitl was a Mayan by birth and a Guatemalan citizen. His parents were both linguists translating Mayan symbols and language to Spanish and English for other scientists researching Mayan Pre-Columbian sites. His parents’ last translation job was at Teotihuacan and was based in the National Museum of Art in Mexico City. When their assignment in Mexico was over they petitioned for Mexican citizenship. It was to their advantage as skilled linguists to start work with the hope of migrating to the United States or to Europe when the possibility of a similar research position was identified. Their petition was summarily rejected and their permission to work in the Federal Republic of Mexico revoked. A CIA operative in the Guatemalan Consulate recognized Xichinitl’s parents as valuable assets. The determination was made that both would be bussed back to the Guatemalan border and there turned over to the CIA for clandestine work in the United States. When both parents learned of the CIA’s actions they refused to cooperate. Neither realized that their decision was a CIA sponsored ruse for recruiting forced labor as field workers. They and Xichinitl were put into a forced and illegal immigration pipeline and smuggled across Mexico to the United States. From brilliant linguists to field workers this highly intelligent couple and their son were helpless to avoid being smuggled to work in the Colorado farmland. Xichinitl had been transported with his parents like thousands of other Mexican and Central American families into the largest agricultural and irrigated fields of Weld County in Northern Colorado as seasonal laborers. Locally, all such seasonal workers were called wet backs

The young children like Xichinitl followed their parents as field workers to harvest the summer crops in the cold high plains air in rich irrigated land. Fewer families were chosen by the local landowners to remain to harvest the fall crops. From the frozen earth they dug out potatoes and topped off sugar beets during the cold, snowy days. Even fewer families, including Xichinitl’s, was kept over the winter to begin work in the fields in the spring. The landowner from where they were kept owed a debt to the CIA to maintain sufficient numbers of involuntary laborers to maintain his farm profitability. A single anonymous call to the landowner placed this couple and Xichinitl as permanent laborers without the opportunity or right to migrate to other worksites as the seasonal laborers and their families would do before they would return to Mexico and other Central American nations for their next illegal migration northward.

Xichinitl and his parents had a shelter that was set apart on the furthest edge of the landowner’s property. The clap board house with a tin roof was a summer shelter only. It was away from the owner’s view and from any compassionate care the landowner could provide their summer workers. His parents as winter workers endured their shelter that was not designed to provide a safe and warm environment during Colorado’s heavy, blowing snow and sub-zero wind chill blizzard conditions. In the last week of November for three days the blizzard made any movement out of the meager shelter impossible and deadly. On the third day his parents knew there was no hope for their survival in their shelter. Both parents knew of an underground potato cellar that they had filled using heavy cotton cloth bags from Mexico. If they could reach the potato cellar a hundred meters away with their son they could survive. After a prolonged struggle with zero visibility all three arrived at the cellar the door that faced east. The entrance was covered over by a huge back-filling snow drift. Hypothermia had quickly set in for the two parents whose bodies were not as well equipped to maintain body heat or accustomed to such wind chill. To stay out of the wind was to stay alive. Xichinitl’s eight year old body could retain body heat with less exposure surface to the wind chill and better circulation to slow the inevitable hypothermia that would kill them all. Braking through the snow drift they entered a dark world of a potato cellar filled with other people’s food. He quickly found body warming empty cotton bags stored in that cellar. Now sheltered against the deadly wind chill they ate raw, half-frozen potatoes to stay alive in the darkness.

On the day following the end of the blizzard the field boss he found their shelter empty. As a last alternative he went to the potato cellar to see if anyone had taken shelter there. Xichinitl was the only one of the family who had survived and avoided the deep sleep and drifting into death of hypothermia.

The field boss brought Xichinitl back to the landowner and reported the death of his parents. He was given direct orders of the landowner to bury his parents using a front-loading tractor. He was to dig their graves out among the frozen potato rows and deeper than the 32" frost line in the soil.

If any were found by the local authorities the field boss and the landowner could be prosecuted for failing to provide safe shelter to farm workers and for hiring farm workers past their work permits. The owner had falsified the records that all of their seasonal workers had instead returned to the South before the winter sugar beet harvest season. No one was prosecuted because no one had done anything illegal by local and state governmental standards.

With the field boss Xichinitl stood and watched through the window as his parents were unceremoniously buried in the potato field. Wrapped in an army surplus wool blanket and relegated to the mud room entryway adjacent to the kitchen he survived that winter eating the farm produce while being secreted away from the landowner by the field boss who had no children and a bitter, wife without any children of her own. He was to be integrated in the first family would arrive for the spring fieldwork. The landowners were not required to keep an accounting of the children of the wetbacks or how many were in each family. Extended families included a wide array of members all working together to bring back their earnings home to Mexico and to relative prosperity there from their seasonal earnings of U.S. dollars.

This landowner had an unexpected visit to his farm from the Colorado Department of Agriculture agent and another from Human Services discovered a wetback child named Xichinitl after an anonymous phone call from an unlisted number regarding an abused and neglected child. Something official had to be done about Xichinitl who was by the account of his employer an orphan for unknown causes, at an unknown time, place and circumstance. Xichinitl then endured an orphanage specifically for field workers who would be exiled back to their home countries when they attained 16 years of age.

Xichinitl was found to be a very capable student. He had been raised by parents who spoke fluent Spanish, their Mayan Q’eqchi’ and both American and British English. This natural born polyglot quickly learned English listening to the field boss converse with his equals and relating the speech to English broadcasts heard in the field on a handheld battery-operated AM radio. He attained top scores on a test administered to all adolescents that would track their subsequent education in vocational schools or university.

The Controller and his Quantum computer reviewed all children’s UNIVOC test scores in the Mountain States Region from Montana south to New Mexico. This Controller determined that Xichinitl would no longer be repatriated to Guatemala. He would instead receive non-petitioned United States citizenship as a ‘Mayan linguistic asset’ to the National Security Agency who assigned an NSA family to adopt him at age 15. He was placed by the NSAA in the Advanced Language Studies School at the University of Colorado at Boulder. He quickly became their first teenage linguist contractor with salary and benefits to attend the University. At the University and progressing through to his Ph.D. in cryptology and mathematics his degrees were earned at age 23. He was paid to consult with university faculty who were studying Mayan language, symbology, mathematics and their elaborate calendrical cosmology. As an immigrant field worker’s child, and then an orphan, he knew after age 16 that he would be an enforced contractor following his University education. Midway through doctoral study he met the CIA agent that made him a U.S. citizen. He was introduced to the NSA agent that had sponsored him throughout his entire formal education. That sponsor was Alexander Zytos who was the Controller for a secret underground facility somewhere in what was now his home state of Colorado. This is the story of Xichinitl’s encounter with an alien within a highly secure and top secret-above classified underground facility located at Schriever Air Force Base Annex east of Colorado Springs, Colorado. The base called themselves the Masters of Space. They were in fact the Slaves of Space.

Chapter One-Parlez Vous

How can I…how may I, help you understand? You were not born with your vocal chords that gave you the ability to bellow to each other in the trees long ago. You are not howler monkeys. You are Beloved Equals. Time has erased most of the differences between us. The other differences will soon be erased as well. When that happens we will look face-to-face and eye-to-eye. In the mean time I am prepared to accommodate your need to understand willingly, voluntarily, without demands, and without certain results that may or may not meet your expectations. Now is the great continuum. Join me on this continuum and there let us parlez Vous. The Tall One spoke his first words aloud to the small group of military and scientific diplomats assigned to communicate with this captured Extraterrestrial Biological Entity.

You have used your speech mechanism and the primitive thought structure you call your languages to address me as your equal. You expect me to be your involuntary captive? What foolishness! The Tall One continued speaking but now with his thoughts alone. Yes, I will speak with you in each of your minds. It will be with only one of those present in your group of investigators with whom I will speak. There is the one among you who can hear and speak with their mind and not with their vocal chords.

Why will you speak to only one of us? We have captures you just as we have captured others of the small ones—the small EBEs. But you are not one of them! The group leader, a Blue Jacket, spoke with presumed authority for the group.

I will speak with one of you my Beloved Equals. You know not what you are doing. You do not consider who you are in my eyes. Who among you will stand alone out of your group of onlookers? Who will walk forward and address me? Who will not bear weapons to protect themselves from me? You have attempted—albeit futilely—to harm me. Destroying my conveyance to this planet and capturing me has not harmed my person. You brought down my thought conveyance with your technology which you regard with so much pride. Again, what foolishness! I would have voluntarily come into your domain as a guest but not a captive. Know that the one who comes with ill will or by foolish stealth and deception will be self-defeated by his own closed mind and those misdeeds that originate from his wrong thinking. The mind is far more powerful than the body. The spirit is far more powerful than the mind. The Tall Ones message was heard by some as vague suspicions in their minds or this alien’s nonverbal threats to their authority. But there was one among them, a Green Jacket, their Chief Scientist, who heard and understood it all from this Tall One.

Again, I call to one of you to come to me and we will parlez vous!

Parlez vous? This chosen one—the chosen one that is chosen by you—must that person be a polyglot to understand your thoughts? How is it that you can speak in English and French to us and not to all of us in the way you indicate that you will speak with only one of us? Again the Blue Jacket spoke for the group. He was resisting the alien’s directive. He was accustomed to giving directives and having them followed.

Listen to yourselves, my Beloved Equals! Will you clutter together in your group cacophony. Will you blather at me as only one of your own can do? Your thoughts are mixed, confused and belie your heart’s desire. The Tall One seemed to attempt a diplomatic solution.

Blather! Who do you think you are? Just being an alien does not give you the right to speak to us in this disrespectful way! You are not one of our culture and not even our planet!" The Blue Jacket again displayed his diminutive diplomatic skills with clumsy bravado.

In the intervening moments there was uncomfortable silence among the group with official authority to interview this EBE. Both the captors and the captive quieted their minds, calmed their emotions, and assessed their mutual failure to communicate or understand one another. If they were to progress into a meaningful dialogue it had to be a mutual exchange. It must of necessity be between the EBE and only one of their group. And that one to be the liaison would not be the blue jacket.

Now what? These were the thoughts of the one who without realizing that he had just understood the unspoken thoughts of his peers. It was the green jacket and chief scientist Xichinitl who confirmed his own suspicion that he was at least partially telepathic. He was the first and the only one in the group to say aloud what his peers had only been thinking.

Now what? The thought virtually boomed in their minds among this circle of captors, this so-called diplomatic group. This thought was invasive in a manner and an intensity that they had never experienced before. Was this EBE going to subject them to so much inner pain that they could not gather their own thoughts but be led by him as a shepherd leads sheep?

Dammit—I am not a sheep! Xichinitl who was one of three green jacketed scientists cleared for this EBE encounter and investigation along with six blue jackets as uniformed officers. Xichinitl as Chief Scientist was angry and frustrated for the lack of scientific methodology the others in his group were displaying. Xichinitl thought privately and without disclosure to anyone: "Maybe they are like sheep!

Now what--or which--of you sheep will approach me? The EBE seemed to be grinning from his tiny slit of a mouth. He was playing a game with these humans at least for a moment before resolving to return to the task at hand.

Let me suggest first, Beloved Equals, that I am a pacifist in your parlance. I do not harm any one of you or anything. Perhaps that understanding will help you not fear me. I am not actually, potentially or historically threatening to anyone. I gave up war, armed conflict, and your Earthly struggles long ago. There is nothing of that nature left within me. By your standards I am an empty vessel. I am ready to be filled with your people and your planet’s wisdom and understanding. The Tall One was diplomatically superior and historically accurate.Xichinitl stepped out of the circle of his peers and paced forward cautiously in his approach to this tall, thin EBE.

Come back here, you idiot! You are going to ruin everything! Move it, Doctor X!

The diplomatic group leader was the senior military officer on the team. This blue jacket hoped that Xichinitl would return with his loud command. Xichinitl did not typically respect or comply with military authority. The good doctor maintained a keen balance between outright rejection from his highest security clearance and towing the very well-defined military policy as a private contractor. He had a successful professional lifetime by carefully using this balancing act. He thought it clearly an advantage to know his bureaucracy’s weaknesses. He could move between the ‘pillars of situational or command authority’ and still maintain his central role as Chief Scientist. He was not the chief politician or a military commander.

The commander interjected for all to hear, "Xichinitl does not speak