Life's Journey With The Occsional Alien

By Roy Donovan

This story follows the tumultuous lives of Bobby and Jack, two seemingly ordinary lads with the usual goals you’d expect from young men: chatting up girls and visiting the pub as often as possible. But these aren’t your average young men, for Bobby and Jack have discovered the power of astral projection, leading them to make some memorable alien friends, and some they’d rather forget.

As the lads’ everyday and astral lives collide, their alien encounters spark off a dramatic chain of events that will change their lives forever. Prepare for murder, violence, fraud, deception, financial crisis and a whole host of other problems as these two young men discover what it means to get their lives in order. This fast-paced novel will take you on an unforgettable journey with a cast of characters (both human and non) that will make you laugh and cry, but all on the edge of your seat.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roy Donovan
• Release date: Nov 13, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311199287

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Foreword

Reminders of who is who, or dramatis personae:

Bobby – average height, dark hair, brown eyes, age 25. US father, British mother. He’s spent much time in the USA. Trained as a mechanic and worked as one until a year ago when he had substantial money left to him which very recently has been lost. Hobbies: his motorbike (recently lost his British licence due to alcohol); also recently got into astral projection with remote viewing; and keen on contact with aliens, who have increased his vision and given him other improvements in strength and mind.

Jack – had money too which has recently been lost, invested in the same place as Bobby. Jack is tall, 6’2", with blond hair, age 22, very slim build. He has a US mother and a British father and he too has spent much time in the US. He has been given extra strength by aliens and he also was trained as a mechanic, so they have much in common as they did like girls.

They have had dramatic things happen to them so they’ve had to settle down and work. Their main alien contact is Zum, who is helpful to them, but they both have met two alien women predators who they do not like, now Bobby is getting closer to Mandy and Jack is finding her friend Jane very attractive.

Chapter One

Well, one time Bobby had gotten out of his body, and he was approached whilst in this state of astral projection by an alien who appeared friendly. Let me tell you the tale as he told it to Jack.

"This alien, although looking mighty different, was not grey or green with weird eyes etc.; in fact he was on the tall side with a bluish colour and covered in a darker blue outfit. His face was not unfriendly, but it was dark with white eyes, the part that should be blue or brown was white. The ears were quite small with a more normal nose; the chin was straight from bottom lip to chin. But he didn’t talk like us. He could tell telepathically what I was thinking and saying in my mind, and likewise I could tell what he was saying to me. He did not smile, but somehow conveyed friendliness.

He said, well conveyed to me, that his race of aliens (he said that there were many others in his race and also other races and cultures) his race could usually only contact with humans via what humans called astral projection, when their minds were out of their physical body. I asked him his name, and he said For now, call me ZMM, it sounded like Zum or Zim. He knew already that my name was Bobby, which was a bit frightening to me, but he said Do not worry; we do not intend to harm you. We only come via a similar thing to your astral projection, that is how both you and I can travel millions of miles in seconds.

Zum said There are not many of us who would harm you; we have progressed through a mixture of biology, physics and other sciences together with a universal religion. We do not have people like your priests and vicars, although we do have some teachers. I am one of the teachers.

I said to Zum What about God then?

He said God is in the cosmos and the eternal universe which covers many galaxies, hence your bible states in one place: ‘In my house there are many mansions’.

What do you eat and drink? I said.

He made a noise not unlike the start of a laugh and said We have made light years of progress and no longer need to eat and drink like you do now; we use a slow release of a nutrient biological cocktail that lasts us over a year of your earthly time. In space time is different, but I will tell you about it on another occasion, because I am going to meet my great-great-great grandson at a point which is now imminent, though not in your time.

I will, however, warn you against one of our race who, although she will not harm you permanently or hurt you, she will drain you for days on end of your blood.

I spluttered Good God! How can I stop her?

You can’t, Zum said. Don’t worry. You won’t feel pain, or experience sex the same as on Earth. She picked up a virus on another planet and she always finds a male who is in the astral plane. She swoops down and immobilises you or sometimes take you to one of our spaceships, some of which are invisible.

Can she get me if I’m not doing my astral projection and am not out of my body? I asked.

Not usually, he said. I will go now Bobby he pronounced although I could not hear him; I knew what he meant."

A stunned silence ensued after Bobby’s story. Then laughter came from Jack.

You bastard Bob, you’re having me on!

Well I hope the bitch gets you Jack and sucks the hell out you. Bobby was mad. I tell you, and you don’t believe me.

OK, OK, said Jack, but it’s bloody frightening isn’t it?

Too right.

I want to try again, said Jack, but now I’m scared.

Well, Bobby said, that’s not all. There are other weirdos out there too, Zum mentioned another weird woman. I mean alien woman, who is a – what’s that word – dominex?

Yeah, Jack said, I know what you mean. What’s she do?

Apparently, said Bob. She gets you into bondage, ties you up and whips your arse!

Jack laughed.

I find the astral plane good when I go there, Bobby said. But I don’t fancy meeting one of them bitches; they’re not like normal women. I’ve read from some research doctors and surgeons that if your heart stopped like in a bad accident, and your brain does not show on the computer and you’re near death, these people never see the aliens or weird women. Those people see their dead relatives and it’s supposed to be real love they see, not sex.

Yeah, Jack said. But we’re not near death, and we seem to be in between our Earth life and death when we are in the astral travel plane.

Listen Jack, Bob interrupted, Sod it, let’s just get pissed.

Best idea yet Bob. Also, I’ve been left a big wad of money from my granddad. He sold some land for building and decided to give me a big slice.

Well, since we’ve both got enough money not to worry, we could go and get a big flat together, though actually it might cramp our style. commented Bob.

Yeah, said Jack, it’d be better if we got two separate flats nearby, so that if one of us is pissed the other can give him a lift on the bike.

That’s ok, retorted Bob. But if one of us or both pulls a bird we couldn’t have our wicked way and get her to the flat.

Yeah, but we’ve both got enough cash now to use a taxi, and even one back, said Jack. Are you going to try the astral again soon?

Yeah. I’m not going to let the astral bitch bother me too much. Zum said there would be no permanent damage even if she gets us.

Me too, Jack said. That’s how I see it. Let’s get into the pub and join the lads before we see the girls eh?

Yeah, but let’s not tell the lads – they’ll only take the piss.

OK, let’s go.

The eight or so young guys were all drinking their pints, including Jack and Bobby, when Bob asks the lads if they know anywhere where there are a couple of decent flats to rent near here.

I’m sick of dossing on mates’ sofas when their mates are away, also I can’t get the birds there.

Same here, said Jack.

One lad called Tommy said Yeah, there’s that brand new lot, but they’re a bit pricey.

Yeah, said Bob, Me and Jack want 2 separate flats so we can take a bird back. Jack grinned.

Tommy said I thought you two were going with them two mates?

Yeah we are, well, we were, Jack said. But we’re not ready to be tied down.

You two, said Billy, You’re two right bastards. I’d thump you if they were my sisters.

Anytime you’re ready! said Jack.

Yeah, said Bobby, Like right now!

Behave yourselves, lads! shouted the landlord. You’ll end up being banned.

OK calm down, said Billy. Let’s have another drink.

Bobby said Watch this! and shouted across to the half dozen or so regular girls. Hey Mandy, how about me and you going for a meal?

I know about your meals! said Mandy.

There was laughter as Bobby stroked his black hair and stretches his hefty body.

You’ve lost your knack, man! Jack said, Mandy, how about me and you going to the fancy chocolate shop and rounding it off with some champagne?

Mandy said: Just because you two have come into money you think if you click your fingers we’ll come running – well go duck your blond head in the bathtub!

How many pints have you drunk, Bobby? said Jack.

I don’t know, I’ve lost count. But I’m feeling pissed, let’s get a cab and go to yours.

Yeah, just one last look at Mandy’s arse. She’d be ok you know, said Jack. Bobby laughed.

You couldn’t manage her in your state, Bobby said. I was going to try the astral thing. Do you think we can still do it when we’re pissed? If I don’t fall asleep I’m going to give it a go.

Me too, said Jack. C’mon let’s get the cab.

The lads stumbled from the taxi into the house and their respective rooms.

Then, either asleep or in a walk on the wild side, they attempt to get into the astral projection mode. What’s in their favour is they are so relaxed with all the booze, what’s against them is can they do the mental thing without falling asleep?

Next morning Jack woke up at 10:30 a.m. and went to the bathroom, then went to Bobby’s room and shouted: Come on mate, let’s get some breakfast!

A groan was the reply from Bobby. Jack went into the room, pulling open the curtains and looked at Bobby. He said Hell man, are you ill? You look bloody awful, you’re so white. Maybe you’ve had a bad pint?

No, no, said Bobby. It’s that alien bitch.

What? The blood collecting bitch?

No, that’s who I half expected! It’s the other evil bitch, the bloody dominex. She’s whipped me for hours on end, I am so bloody tired.

God almighty! exclaimed Jack. You said before that we were only out of our bodies for a few minutes.

We are in our time scale! It’s hours in the astral plane, said Bobby.

Where did she whip you? asked Jack.

Bob said, Make us a coffee will you buddy, trying to sit up.

I’ll put the kettle on, but let’s have a look if you’ve got scars, questioned Jack.

She hit my back and my arse feels like it doesn’t belong. The evil bitch, what the hell is sexy about that?

Beats me, Said Jack. Let’s have a look and then drink your coffee Bob!

Bob turned over, and Jack looked and shouted Christ! You’ve got some funny green lines across your back down to your underpants, are they on your arse too? Bob pulled his underpants further down; he said that he felt numb too. Well no bloody wonder! Said Jack, They continue right across your arse too! There’s only about a half inch between the lines and horizontal. I hope there’s no permanent scars Bob.

Me too, Jack. I’ll have to see the quack, and I hate bloody doctors, and ours is a bloody old fussy bastard.

Bobby walked into the Doctor’s Reception and told the receptionist his explanation of the green lines and scars (but not about how he got them). They decided they could fit him in. He told Jack who said I’ll come with you Bob.

OK, says Bob, but not into the surgery.

Course not you pillock! Said Jack, so off they went at the allotted time.

At the surgery the girl shouted his name and Bobby went in.

Well! How can I help you Bobby? asked the doctor.

I’ve got some green lines on my back, said Bob.

Well let’s have a look then, said the doctor. Bobby took off his t-shirt. My God! I’ve never seen anything like it in all my life, how did you get these?

I don’t know, I woke up with them, said Bobby.

Do they hurt? queried the doctor.

Not so much now, but I am still tired, but not as bad, said Bob.

Just sit there Bobby, whilst I get our senior consultant to have a look.

OK, said Bobby mumbled.

In came the doc, an ordinary looking guy, with the consultant, who reminded Bobby of the alien teacher Zum. Very pale, with the palest blue eyes and hardly any chin.

Let’s have a look young man! Said the consultant. Um… um… um… I have never ever seen anything like it. How far do these green lines go? Onto your buttocks eh?

Well yeah! Said Bobby.

Just lower your underpants.

Bobby did so, and the two doctors grunted and puffed and panted. We’ll have to have some blood tests done, said the consultant.

Bobby grunted. When?

We’ll advise you very soon. Also, do you feel anything else since these have erupted?

Not really, said Bobby.

What do you mean ‘not really’? Is there something else? Said the doctor.

Well, there is one thing that’s strange, said Bobby, I use glasses for reading, and today I mislaid them, but I’ve just been reading the small print with ease on this leaflet!

And you’ve not noticed this before? Said the consultant.

No! Not at all! Said Bobby.

Right, but still go to the receptionist and ask her for the first available date for you to have a comprehensive blood test.

Right, said Bobby. He went out, Jack got up and Bobby went to the counter to make a date for the blood test.

Outside Jack said Well, what did he say?

He brought some consultant guy who looked like Zum the alien, and he says he’s never ever seen anything like it. On top of that I can read very small print today without any specs!

So what happens now? went on Jack.

I have to have a blood test, and he also can’t understand how I can see so much better! said Bobby.

God! said Jack. They’ll probably find blood in your alcohol stream!

Bobby laughed and said Too right man, I ain’t stopping boozing just to suit them bastards. Mind you, I might see a decent nurse.

More likely, said Jack, she’ll be a bloody old dragon.

Yeah, Bobby said, Likely too.

The time for the blood test arrived and Bobby went along to give the blood.

We will contact you, or rather your doctor will, when we have the results.

OK, said Bobby. Come on Jack; let’s give the bikes a run ‘til later, when we can get to the pub!

Yeah OK, said Jack, so they went off, and nothing in particular happened as they did the usual pub crawl at night, with most of the morning in bed.

They also both got their new flats, which made things easier.

Then the doctor’s receptionist telephoned Bobby.

We have sent you a letter asking you to contact us!

Oh! Said Bobby. I only open the sodding letters about 2 or 3 days. What does it say?

We need you to come in, she said.

OK! replied Bobby.

Jack went on a date with some girl from a club, and Bobby went into the surgery.

The doctor said We’ve got the results and it baffles us!

What do you mean!? exclaimed Bobby.

Well the results show nothing’s wrong, apart from that you have still got those green lines, which appear to have faded somewhat. Also, you have developed one green spot on the back of your neck since I saw you last. Can you still see without your spectacles?

Yeah, said Bobby. I can see really well!

We want you to come in for further tests.

When? Said Bobby.

As soon as possible! Said the doctor.

Well I can’t come in yet as I am going to the States next week for my sister’s wedding.

Hmm! Grunted the doctor. Well, as soon as you get back then.

Yeah, yeah! Bobby said, and he got out of there as soon as he could.

Later he ran into Jack going to the pub.

Hiya Bob, what did they say? said Jack.

The bloody quack wants me to go in for further tests!

Are you not going? asked Jack.

Fuck him; he can shove his bastard tests! They don’t know what’s wrong with me. He said they look OK except I have this green spot on my neck and I can see better! So I told him I’m going to the states for my sister’s wedding.

Not a bad idea Bob, going to the States. I haven’t been there for a while myself.

C’mon Jack, let’s down some ale!

As they walked into the pub there was a fight going on that was spreading and as they went to the bar one lad bumped into Jack who said Steady!

Shut your gob you! Shouted the lad and threw a punch that caught Jack partially on the corner of his eye.

Right you bastard, shouted Jack and he thumped the lad as Bobby pulled him off of Jack.

The landlord bellowed The Police are here!, when all of a sudden the other lads who weren’t known just melted away.

Sat by Mandy was the most beautiful girl with long black hair and almost black eyes. She came over to Jack and said Sit down, I’m a nurse.

OK, said Jack and Bobby mouthed ‘you lucky git’.

Mandy said This is my cousin Marilyn; she’s come here to work at the hospital.

Good! said Jack as the nurse Marilyn got stuff from her bag and patches the cut up safely.

That will fix it!

Thank you! said Jack. Can I buy you both a drink?

I don’t drink much, said Marilyn. But go on then! I’ll have a Bacardi coke.

Same for me then, said Mandy.

Bobby said I’ll go and he went to the bar and ordered. He brought the drinks back to their table including two pints for himself and Jack.

We can’t stay long, said Mandy. We have got to be back at our home soon!

What a shame! Jack said, grinning.

Never mind! said the new nurse. Marilyn laughed, showing the most perfect white teeth as they left.

God I’m stuck on her, said Jack. She’s a real cracker!

Yeah, said Bobby. She’s got class – we’d have to treat her properly.

What do you mean we! said Jack. I’m going after her!

Huh, that depends on her! said Bob.

Chapter Two

The evening passed without any further events apart from considerably more beer. Jack rubs his thin stick arms and stretches his six foot two inch frame and says, I’m going to my pit.

Me too, says