In the interest of the stars: Legacy of the stars

By Jens Fitscher

While Carolin, Connar's former wife, has returned to the year 2023, Commander Connar reaches the star system of Vega, only 25 light years away from Earth. There, on the planet Sa'lf, he has two very strange encounters. One of them is his daughter Chloe, of whom he had not the remotest idea that she even existed.
The arms race between nations seems to be reaching its peak once again on Earth. Terror in every conceivable form sweeps the Western world. Carolin becomes the first ambassador of the awakened Earth. She is the warrior of a planet that threatens to plunge into incipient chaos.

• Language: English
• Publisher: XinXii
• Release date: Aug 30, 2023
• ISBN: 9783966746557

Jens Fitscher

Jens Fitscher war bereits als kleiner Junge begeisterter Leser von Science-Fiction und Fantasy Büchern. Insbesondere liebte er die gängigen Taschenbücher der 70er und 80er Jahre des vorigen Jahrhunderts. Ein starkes Interesse zeigte er dabei für die Protagonisten mit außergewöhnlichen Fähigkeiten. Seine Geschichten handeln immer von starken Persönlichkeiten, die durch ungewöhnliche Umstände über sich selbst hinauswachsen und dafür mit übernatürlichen Fähigkeiten belohnt werden.

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Mysteries of the world

When I awoke that morning, I knew immediately that nothing was the same as it had been last night before I went to bed.

I felt, yes I felt with every fiber of my body, that the world would change or even had already changed.

I looked around the small bedroom, puzzled. What was so different from yesterday?

The harder I tried to concentrate, the less I even understood what it was all about. I slowly got out of bed and went to the window.

The morning sun was already peeking through the not quite closed blinds. I pulled them all the way up and opened the window. It was strangely quiet out there.

No birdsong, nor any other activity of everyday life, which one always perceived during the day as background noise.

But all at once a butterfly fluttered past my nose. At first I thought it would even fly into the room, but it just managed to retreat with a clumsy flapping of its wings. It felt good to allow the memory of butterflies.

I remember the first, big encounter with butterflies.

I was helping my friend with the shell of his house. I was filling the concrete mixer with sand and cement.

Then I needed some more water. Just as the garden hose was creating a rainbow while filling the water, they came. First, a lemon butterfly. He was followed by a whole bunch of colorful butterflies.

I didn't let them get the better of me. After all, it was a warm and very dry summer day. The water attracted them all.

When I went to fill another shovel of sand into the machine, they suddenly sat right in the sand in front of me.

I couldn't get to the sand with my shovel without hurting or even killing one of them.

They just wouldn't fly away. Even with my arms and hands I couldn't scare them away. So I had no choice but to wait.

It was not an option for me to just keep going.

The machine was running with a thunderous roar, and I just stood by and waited for them to fly away.

It only took a few minutes, but for me it somehow felt like an hour.

After a while, suddenly, there was a peacock eye sitting in the same spot in the sand again and a second one flew perkily around me.

I bent to the butterfly sitting in the sand and moved my fingers very slowly towards it.

It didn't move or fly away. Of course, I was already aware that one should not touch a butterfly, otherwise it could lose its scales and color pigments. I also just wanted to see to what extent I could get close to it.

That day I was really blessed by many species of butterflies.

It was hard for me to work because I didn't want to hurt any animal; and more and more came. At the same time, there was a harmony that I had rarely perceived in this form before.

I often had to think back to that day and the changes that had been initiated at that time.

I began to see my life and my environment with different eyes.

Later I always liked to visit this place, where now a small meadow had been created.

Now and then a butterfly visited me again. But especially at this place I could build up still today a particularly close contact with nature, with the creation.

The hustle and bustle of everyday life seemed to be absent there. Whenever I went away from there again, I had a particularly balanced feeling to all the things and things which had caused me fear before.

I made a kind of transformation every time anew.

There was balance and harmony in me.

I was never a follower of the modern form of esotericism. I always thought that I had my feet firmly on the ground, as the saying went.

Of course, I had my thoughts about the world in general and about life.

It happened therefore completely without transition and unexpectedly and tore me out of my nevertheless so realistic conceptions, when I looked one day suddenly at the bedroom wall before my bed, as if it were a cinema screen and it ran straight an exciting film and almost at the same time I felt an almost identical kind of internal peace and balance, as in the place, where I had the first contact with the butterflies.

I saw the wall and I saw more at the same time.

I saw behind, through and into the wall. Everything was moving. I increased my concentration, and the wall began to come closer, although the same spatial distance as before continued to exist.

I became frightened and lost consensus, what remained was a roaring in my head.

As if many people were speaking to me at the same time, with different loud voices.

I tried to separate some more voices in my mind and to grasp them somehow, but all that remained was only the feeling that they could not be my own thoughts that I heard. Slowly they faded away.

What remained was a thought, an absolute thought.

I had entered contact with something that I first called creation, for me it was nature, the earth, the totality of all life or the entity that represented and held everything physical.

Hadn't this entity also encountered me, in the form of the butterflies?

I remembered what I knew about power animals. The butterfly as the guardian of the spirit world. The message: "Do not resist changes in your life. Don't look to the past, it's gone. Do not continue to hang on to a pain or memories.

Go other, new ways. But go them yourself and don't rely on others. Ask yourself at what station in your life you are now, egg, larva, or cocoon?

What stage of development have you reached?"

Creation spoke to me about the power animal.

This was the statement. The butterfly showed me that I should always look at my problems and difficulties from several angles and perspectives to force my spiritual development, to experience my spiritual evolution successfully.

What new perspectives were opening here?

I was sitting in a meadow, listening to many voices of nature through the physical senses, and at the same time a harmony never known before was building up in me with my environment. My spiritual senses heard and saw a completely new world. It was as if I found new life where before there was only dead matter.

Everything material now communicated with me, and this communication took place in a great harmony.

I gained new knowledge about life and in detail. The animals in my immediate environment were no longer shy. I promised not to kill any animal that dares to come near me.

Insects, flies, grasshoppers, birds, butterflies, and many more flew, hopped, crawled, and buzzed around me. A bumblebee suddenly sat down on a flower just inches from me and entrusted me with its life.

Colorful beetles came out of holes in the ground and blinked in the sunlight. It was like a rush. My emotions were going crazy.

But I recognized the meaning behind it all. I realized the definition of this world, which I had not understood nor even seen before.

The most important realization, all matter around me is not dead. It has a kind of collective consciousness. With this collective being, in which I was also partly integrated with my body, I could communicate. For this it needed special sense organs, namely sense organs of the spirit.

Now only one question was posed to me: If I could communicate as a part of the whole, there was then also the possibility to bring about changes. Could I also become active here myself?

I was on the right track, I realized. First I had to deepen the contact.

But how was I going to do that?

I took the train to the office every day.

The journey started at 5:00 in the morning. It was still dark in the compartment. The lights were dimmed.

The train was usually only occupied by commuters at this time of day. I had my eyes half closed and dozed off. Then, as I admired the sunrise through the window, a thought came to me.

I simply addressed the supposed entity in my mind. I occupied it with the name: Creation! I thought about her the whole trip.

The train cars rattled on the tracks in a steady rhythm. Again and again my thoughts went in the same direction, even when I later fell into a half-sleep.

The weeks and months passed. Every morning I greeted creation and every evening, just before falling asleep, I said goodbye to it. The whole thing had already become routine when it happened.

I felt all at once a strange knowledge within me. It was as if an important question had not been answered by myself but was 'played' into my mind from outside.

It was like the 'absolute thoughts' I had from time to time, only different. They were not real thoughts, but a kind of realization, a knowledge of the thing itself.

It was like that and not different; I knew the solution, the result, but I had not yet thought about it myself.

Over the next few days, my affinity for all things material increased. I really felt the pulsating life, even in relatively dead things. I became much more aware of the world around me.

Any motionless, dead matter was now for me also a part of myself and thus I indirectly took over the responsibility for it. The interaction began.

I cared for my environment through conscious actions and positive touches, through positive thoughts. And when I then actively asked a question as well, I got an answer.

Not immediately, but hours passed before the knowledge appeared in my mind. Then I started to be active myself and made a request.

I was skeptical because at first, as usual, no answer came.

On that conscious day, when I got up in the morning, it was cloudy at first. Then a ray of sunlight hit me at breakfast, and it brightened up. Exactly in this second I had the 'knowledge' in me that the day would remain rain-free and so it was!

But there were also days when this kind of interaction was not possible.

In this regard, I really needed to find out what the reason was. Were there rules to follow? Was there some kind of hierarchy that I had to follow?

I was already moving into realms of a divine structure and into metaphysical realms. The mysticism in my life began to increase.

The structure of existence of my universe had to be redefined.

In the classical metaphysics this is the basic question: Why does the being exist at all and why not only nothing? Is the reality real and in what does the being of the being consist of?

The matter was too complex for me to even begin to understand. In any case, I did not really want to deal with it.

It was completely sufficient for me that I had taken up contact to an all-embracing power.

Now it was a matter of intensifying this contact. Finally I wanted to know absolutely, why, and why this had happened. One thing I knew, there were no coincidences.

It was now just two days ago that I had felt this mystical contact, when something began to change fundamentally in my life.

It was exactly 05:22 that morning and I was sitting quietly dozing away, as I do every workday, in the train compartment.

The journey would still take about thirty minutes, then I had reached Frankfurt.

There, to be precise, in Frankfurt-Niederrat directly opposite the racecourse, was my office.

I worked for an international corporation in white goods sales.

In the closed train compartment sat three other commuters who, like me, traveled hundreds of kilometers every day to get to their place of work. I had just glanced briefly at my wristwatch when a thought forced itself on me and did not dissipate, as it usually did when I was half asleep.

Caution danger! Something unnatural is coming your way.

Confused, I raised my eyebrows and looked around the compartment.

There was certainly no danger coming from the two men in front of me, who were dressed in off-the-rack gray suits, even more so since they were, like me a moment ago, lying with their eyes closed, at least half asleep.

The third man was sitting on the same side, about a meter next to me at the window. He was looking out all the time and seemed to be lost in thought.

My gaze remained glued to the sliding door of the compartment. I began to literally feel the danger that was inexorably approaching the compartment. The first drops of sweat formed on my forehead.

What could I do?

My behavior was completely irrational. I seemed to be the only one in the room who had such sensations. Was I starting to go crazy? Panic attacks and schizophrenia?

That was so not my thing.

Strangers looking for you!

Another strange thought in my head. What could I possibly do? Absolutely nothing.

When this realization had finally worked its way to my subconscious, I immediately calmed down a bit.

Nonetheless, the tension remained, and a residual stress released adrenaline and noradrenaline, preparing my body for an impending battle.

It had been perhaps just two minutes since I had been jolted out of my half-sleep by the strange thought when the sliding door of the compartment was slowly pulled open.

Normally it hung a little, and one had to open it already with momentum. Now, however, it was opened slowly and evenly.

It seemed to me as if they were trying to open it with extreme caution.

As if spellbound and in a rigid posture, I didn't let a millimeter of the door out of my sight.

My body tensed to immediately strike out or do whatever. I saw two men wearing black suits and a wide-brimmed hat.

They had just pulled the compartment door halfway open when a tremendous jolt went through the train.

I was pressed hard into the seat, while my two fellow passengers, who were sitting opposite me, were literally torn out of their seated position and flew sideways next to me against the rear wall.

The two strangers at the compartment door had disappeared. I heard a loud woman's voice, which cried out in fright.

Between the now pathetically loud squealing brakes, expressions of displeasure from the passengers mingled.

Apparently, the emergency brake had been applied. I rose, pushed my way between the two somewhat damaged-looking passengers to the door and looked out.

At the back left of the aisle, I could see a clump of people.

The passengers were just trying to get up again and separate from each other. The two men dressed in black were proceeding quite rigorously.

I no longer looked at them but turned to the other side of the aisle.

After leaving two more train cars behind me, I breathed a sigh of relief.

A swearing conductor came toward me, looking at me with his head held high.

If I get my hands on the guy who pulled the emergency brake in the middle of an open stretch of road, I'm in for it!

I nodded to him only briefly and hoped fervently that the two men would not find me after all. Although, I did not know at all whether they had looked for me and whether really a danger threatened from them.

In any case, I reached my office that day unchallenged and quickly forgot about the incident in the hectic of everyday life.

Rising responsibility

Had I really made the right decision? Only a few weeks ago I would have called myself crazy, if I had allowed such thoughts in me, as now.

Alone the thought that I would go aboard an extraterrestrial spaceship would have been completely abstruse at that time.

Even now, I still had a more than outlandish feeling about it. What would my colleague Amaury de Wit say about it, or all the other colleagues in the office? If they knew that the electronics company Tethys they worked for was under the management of extraterrestrial intelligences, even legally owned by them.

Although that might not have been entirely true.

I wasn't at all sure that terrestrial private law applied to non-humans.

Was my employment contract invalid from the beginning?

I was startled when a young, handsome man in a beige-green uniform approached me.

 Welcome to the OMALLA. May I escort you to the bridge? Commander Rak'les is already expecting you.

The strangest thoughts were still running through my head, and I nodded automatically.

The spaceship was huge and somehow scary. All the hairs on my skin kept standing up since I had entered the ship.

The interior seemed strange and creepy to me. The first doubts arose in me and began to gnaw at my self-confidence.

Had I done the right thing when I agreed to the flight to the headquarters of the Lodge Pax Terra?

After all, the center of extraterrestrial activity in the solar system was not on Earth, but on Saturn's moon Tethys.

Oh, how careless of me. My name is Brukhard Well. I have been detached at your disposal!

I looked at him, puzzled.

Um, I mean, of course, if you have any questions about, say, the Lodge or the ship, I'll try to give you a full briefing.

I was more lost in my own thoughts than listening.

I just ran after him like a chick to a hen. We had already changed decks twice and were now facing an oval passageway about five by four meters.

There was no bulkhead or other barrier to the space beyond. Well had stopped.

This is the bridge of the OMALLA!

He had lifted his chin slightly as he spoke, and something like pride resonated in his voice.

I glanced after the two crew members who were just passing us into the room, and automatically made way for three others coming from the bridge.

There was a flurry of traffic. However, they seemed to completely ignore my presence.

At any rate, I could see no particular interest or inquiring look in the faces of the men and women I encountered.

Come, follow me, please. I will introduce you to Commander Rak'les. He is also a member of the Lodge and in charge of our security!

I looked questioningly at Brukhard Well with raised eyebrows, and when no response came from his side, I asked, Security? Are we in any danger?

He glanced briefly, and it seemed to me somewhat frantically, at the bridge and then attempted a reassuring smile.

No, of course not. This is more about camouflaging our activities on Earth. For our own safety, it is imperative that our existence remain hidden, and for some time now, unfortunately, there have been problems in this regard. Some extremist associations on Earth seem to have come along with something that...!

Mister Well, I don't think that will necessarily interest Mrs. van Gelden! Commander Rak'les had appeared unnoticed at Well's back and stopped his torrent of words.

Concentrate only on the essentials. You can withdraw now; I will continue to take care of our guest.

Well looked visibly nervous, tried to smile at me again briefly, bowing his head slightly, and walked with quick steps back down the corridor from which we had come.

May I once again welcome you to OMALLA, also on behalf of the Lodge. It is a special honor for me to accompany you to this gathering as the first Ambassador from Planet Earth. It is also a somewhat delicate situation for us, which we are now facing once again after more than 500 Earth years.

Commander Rak'les was already an imposing appearance.

I estimated his age to be under forty. His facial features were open and powerful. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he meant what he said.

He seemed very human to me, and there was a moment when I doubted his alien origins.

Commander Rak'les went ahead, and I followed him.

The bridge was an oval room of about 50 square meters of floor space, with an equally oval podium in the center.

Next to various desks peppered with switches, displays, and all sorts of other technical equipment was a kind of kidney-shaped table surrounded by three comfortable-looking armchairs.

A man was already sitting in one of these chairs. He rose immediately as Commander Rak'les walked directly toward him.

May I introduce you to Doctor Emanuel Kirchner. He is a successful physicist and has bequeathed many an alien technology to humanity in a stripped down and adapted version, if I may say so casually.

Kirchner didn't make a face, but only bowed his head a little in greeting, then he sat down again.

From then on, however, his eyes never left me and it even seemed to me as if he was trying to dissect me with his gaze.

He was immediately somehow unsympathetic to me and I sat down in the armchair that was furthest away from him.

The kidney table became a natural barrier between the two of us.

Directly above its smooth surface, a colorful kaleidoscope suddenly formed, expanding into a picture plane in no time at all.

I knew something similar from the Tethys Tower. It was probably a communication unit.

The now three-dimensional image in hologram format showed the earth in all its blue glory next to the black space.

It now began to slowly drift out to the right and became smaller and smaller. The spacecraft accelerated and a steady humming background noise could be heard.

The mental link can be maintained within the solar system to about 1.6 light years, which is the distance to the Oort cloud, I suddenly heard the mental telepathic communication from Quaoar.

I didn't let on and looked around the room with interest while Commander Rak'les and Doctor Kirchner were still looking at the hologram.

The constant, almost soothing humming had suddenly stopped.

The indirect lighting in the room flickered several times and it became downright quiet. Even the until now quietly conducted conversations between the ten crew members present on the bridge fell silent.

All the louder and more aggressive was the siren sound, which started just as suddenly as several explosions, which occurred shortly after each other and made the bridge shake.

The huge oval entrance bulkhead had just begun to close when a veritable lightning storm of laser shots stopped the shutter.

With a loud screeching sound, it stopped about a third of the way through. Commander Rak'les and Doctor Kirchner had jumped up almost simultaneously.

Situation report, the commander bellowed in the direction of the still frozen-looking staff.

As if spellbound, I looked toward the entrance, expecting to see heavily armed extremists storming into the room any minute after the laser shots had died down.

Rak'les was suddenly holding a gun, as was Kirchner.

I was still transfixed in my chair as I watched the two of them slowly sink to the floor.

I became hot and cold and my eyes began to water. Everything around me blurred and when I finally realized that the attack on us was not by force of arms but by chemical means, it was already too late to escape.

My senses were fading and the last thought I heard was Quaoar's simple and emotionless message from far away: "There is no immediate danger!

Dakhil Fakhry was one of five sleepers of the terrorist organization Fighters of God. They had already penetrated the Lodge's secret society more than two years ago, using forged papers and biological implants of killed aliens to gain access to one of the Lodge's two carrier spaceships.

The goal of their mission was nothing less than the takeover of the giant ship OMALLA and all its technical equipment, especially the so-called Hover space Fighters.

They had waited a long time for the signal. Now the clearance had come. They could finally