Irrta from the Pleiades: Hopi Prophecy and the Holographic Multiverse

By P. A. Ker

Irrta from the Pleiades is a long short story about ETs who come to the American Southwest with a mission to meet up with Hopi elders in Arizona, and to help Earth through its current manifold crises

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bohemian Buddhist Review
• Release date: Mar 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201360351

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IRRTA FROM THE PLEIADES:

Hopi Prophecy and the Holographic Multiverse

by

P. A. Ker

Copyright 2013 Paki S. Wright

Writer's Guild of America West Reg. # 1645610

http://pakiswright.com/

Table of Contents

Prologue

Time Warps

Fifth Dimension

Los Alamos, New Mexico

Philip K. Dick?

The Maya

Women in the Military

Phoenix Lights

Fear vs. Love Paradigm

Roswell and Area 51

Hopi Prophecy

Crystal City

Luke Skywalker

Mental Telepathy

The Holographic Universe

A Visit to Starbucks

Black Mesa Hopi

Hopi Reservation

Bigfoot?

Warrior Spirit Woman

Kokopelli and the Ant People

Hopi Home Dance

Hopi Kachina Dancers

DNA Upgrade

About the Author Paki S. Wright

Prologue

They came down together in the same small pod, landing in an old dry stream-bed. It wasn't very deep or very wide, and it was out in the country, away from the cities, so it had been an easy choice.  A few dry, tall trees nearby, almost bare of leaves, gave a bit of shade. Though they weren't affected by Earth's climate, they were aware that it was very hot.

Irrta looked around at her pod-mates, Renc, Tiv, and Sli'i. What was that old rock and roll song she'd heard, part of their cultural orientation? Breaking up is hard to do? How apt, she thought, not fully aware that some of her word uses were out of date.  Apt, for instance, was not a word in common parlance anymore. Nor was parlance, for that matter.

No matter, they wouldn't be on Earth for long. Though their main mission was to rendezvous with the Hopi in the Southwest, they still had to follow the galactic rules of non-interference. As far as possible, Irrta thought.

People on Earth were given free will to -- what was the current popular expression? fuck things up -- as much as they wanted to, if it only affected them.   Earthlings had so much to learn and so little time.

Irrta almost sighed as she downbeamed the group's quaint 3-D vehicles. The large Antean crystal from the planet Antea on the mother ship had been pre-programmed and contained all their preferences, to match their chosen Earthly personas. 

Tiv had chosen an Earthling bad ass look, and so wore long dark braids with her torn jeans and low-cut black tank top; her vehicle was a Harley Davidson motorcycle. Irrta's Earthly looks conformed to her svelte athletic ideal; she idolized the Tour de France riders.

Tall, gangly Renc and square-faced, chubby Sli'i, both always more conservative, had chosen an old camper for their conveyance, even going so far as to have a faded NRA sticker on the back so they'd fit in. They were in America, after all, arguably the most violent country on a violent planet, at least in terms of gun murders. If that was how Americans wanted to live, it was fine with the rest of the galaxy. There were many valuable lessons to be learned through murder and mayhem: remorse, despair, even, on occasion, empathy and compassion. But permission to fuck things up for the rest of the multi-verse was not granted, or grantable for that matter.

Irrta inspected her chosen vehicle, a titanium speed bike, neither the most nor the least expensive of the millions of versions on Earth. She had already outfitted herself in a skin-tight outfit of blaring blue spandex, sprinkled with images of stars and moons for fun. Her chosen physical form was of medium height and moderate weight. She knew she'd be seen as just another of those mad long-distance bicyclists who were so keen on fitness they'd risk their lives for it.

The group said their goodbyes with brief nods of their heads under new alien headgear -- alien for them. Irrta wore a brain-colored bicycle helmet to go with her bike suit while Tiv tied a red bandana under a Kaiser Wilhelm helmet.

Renc and Sli'i wore a cowboy hat and a Broncos baseball cap, respectively, plus faded jeans and tee-shirts. Sli'i had pre-programmed his headgear to change its logo as needed; on their way to the East Coast, it would display the logos of the most popular team in the areas they were driving through.  All wore huge dark sunglasses to help them fit in, as well as disguise their lack of eyebrows and eyelashes.

Irrta watched them leave, each in their own chosen mode of old-fashioned transport, each with their own part of the mission to accomplish. Luckily, her part was the easiest, but before she began implementation, she tuned in and sent an image of where she wanted to be to the mother ship's Antean crystal. She'd always wanted to ride down the Coast Highway of Northern California and decided to do it now, while the West Coast was still there.

Their landing spot close to Dulce, New Mexico, had been chosen because there were so many alien ships going and coming from the underground base there that their own craft would attract little attention. With the complicating factor of manifesting the necessary vehicles, it wasn't as simple as individual pod members going in and out of 3-D reality. Tiv, Renc and Sli'i's first assignments were in the Southwest, which decided things for the group. Irrta's schedule was freer than the others, so she'd bowed to the consensus.

The Plejardan Council wisely gave each of them some time for their personal indulgences, as long as no harm was done to any Earthling, or to themselves. Good trick, they all thought. Just breathing the hot, heavily polluted air hurt their breathing sacs. But they, unlike the inhabitants of Earth, could heal themselves once they got back to the mother ship.

Tiv had always wanted to go a Biker Babe gathering. She had previously told her pod-mates that she would be doing research, which was more or less true, into the heart of the Earth's dominant patriarchal tradition, which wasn't quite. The Council decided to let her go, knowing that any and all interactions with Earthlings were grist for the mill. As well as infiltrating a particularly paradoxical group of Earth women, Tiv had some lingering issues about her sexuality to settle if she could.

Renc and