The Message

By Nunis Vyner Robert

A powerful message is revealed to humanity that encourages it to start making the changes needed to avoid a cataclysmic ending to our civilization.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing Singapore
• Release date: Sep 4, 2023
• ISBN: 9781543780628

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THE

MESSAGE

NUNIS VYNER ROBERT

Copyright © 2023 by Nunis Vyner Robert.

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CONTENTS

First Contact

Second Contact

You Can Call Me Al

Transformation

The Debrief

New Mission

Trying The Truth

Breaking Away

Off To War

Into The Dark Side

The Black Hole And Beyond

The Power Of One

FIRST CONTACT

For some inexplicable reason, I had been given an insight into an ancient order that saw itself as all that was good in the universe. They could best be described as a group of entities that called themselves Cosmic Consortium. Among their claims was that humanity, since inception, had been existing with knowledge that had, by design, meant to keep us confused, making true cosmic progress near impossible to achieve—mankind’s potential had been deliberately undermined to keep us in our place in the hierarchy of the cosmos. I must sound to you like a lunatic by now, so let me go back to the beginning.

Since the early days of mankind, dreams had been an incessant source of fascination and inspiration—many a creative person would tell you of how dreams played important roles in their ideas. But what if dreams were a portal allowing an interphase between the physical world and the universe—an ethernet-like domain that established an unconscious mode of expression, allowing the uploading of the genesis of our thought processes while we slept?

In retrospect I was experiencing exactly this in the week before being contacted by a member of Cosmic Consortium—vivid images of brilliantly coloured animals that looked familiar but spectacularly different not just in their rainbow-like colours but also in their forms for example, I would see an eagle with a lion’s head, bodies that seemed mismatched inhabiting enchanting forests steeped in lush blue vegetation meshed with purple lakes and waterfalls, places not of this world, and always, as these images faded, a voice saying, ‘We will contact you soon.’ These dreams were occurring every night, each offering different scenes of strange but beautiful worlds.

Upon waking up, I would just dismiss them as meaningless, but I would learn later that there was no dream that had no meaning—it was an attempt by good or evil forces to place a seed of thought or feeling into our subconscious that would permeate into our consciousness. In a sense, the dream domain enabled entities by the power of repetition and suggestion to influence mortals much like how advertisements were processed in our minds. The message to me was that I would be contacted.

After one week of this, the contact finally happened in a very straightforward manner—my mobile at four in the morning was vibrating. I answered, ‘Yes?’

‘Hi, Robert. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Joel, and I am with Cosmic Consortium. You have become a person of interest to us, and I would like the chance to meet you to discuss our plans for you.’

‘Plans for me?’

‘Yes, your qualities meet our profile needs, and we would like you to consider a recruitment offer.’

‘But I have not applied for any job. Besides, I have a job as a security supervisor.’

‘Yes, we are well aware of that, and it is our considered opinion that you are punching way below your capabilities.’

‘Who the hell calls anyone at 4 a.m. to offer a job?’

‘Ha ha! Only us, in fact, but let me assure you it will double your current income and provide you much better job satisfaction.’

Now he had my attention. ‘If you guys are trying to scam me, I suggest you stop ’cos I am not the kind to be fooled by such things.’

‘Well, I can appreciate your caution, but why not meet me tomorrow at 10 a.m. and we can discuss this? You have nothing to lose by just listening, right?’

Perhaps it was the fact that all I really wanted to do at that moment was to go back to sleep, but at the same time, he was talking about doubling my salary—not something I did not welcome. ‘OK, let’s meet, but where?’

‘We shall have your favourite breakfast of sunny side up eggs and bacon at Han’s at Bras Basah. See you there.’ He ended the call.

I just could not sleep after that as so many questions were racing through my sleepy mind. If this was a scam, what was the motive? How did Joel know my favourite breakfast? It was possible that a simple surveillance could uncover that. Just who were Cosmic Consortium? I immediately googled the name and found no company by that name—my guard was already up. There was little choice but to make this meeting to get the answers—but I did feel rather pleased that I was being offered double my salary by perhaps some kind of headhunting firm. I decided to record my meeting to protect myself if anything fishy transpired.

I forced myself to get some rest. Ten in the morning was just five hours away.

Joel had chosen our breakfast location well. Han’s at Bras Basah was actually within the premises of the National Library. It was al fresco with distantly spaced tables, giving appropriate privacy.

There were just a few customers in as I entered, and I spotted him waving at me—he had already ordered breakfast and was seated before a delicious spread of two sets of bacon and eggs and black coffee. He smiled as I sat down and wished me a good morning. It did not occur to me to