Galactic Earth

by Luthra, G. S.

  “He’s so cute, what’s his name?”

  “I haven’t given him one yet; someone left him here a few days ago.”

  “Oh yea, well I’ll call you Snuggy. Yea, you like that? You like snuggling with mommy?” Layla said picking him up, hugging him with affection and kisses, “Hey, you guys want to go for a swim?” she asked.

  Both of the men’s eyebrows went up.

  “Ah, thanks, but I already bathed and Luke doesn’t like water,” Gudama said.

  Snuggy barked. Luke cleared his throat.

  “Here why don’t you give him to Luke, I think he’s hungry,” Gudama suggested.

  Layla gave Snuggy to Luke who kept his focus on the ground and started walking with the dog back to the lighthouse. She followed them, but noticed Gudama was standing facing the sun doing some breathing exercises.

  “Aren’t you coming?”

  “Yes, in a little bit, just doing some yoga.”

  Gudama proceeded to do some stretches.

  “Surya Namaskar?” Layla said.

  “Oh, you know this?”

  “Yea, I love yoga. I do this all the time. Can I do it with you?”

  “Sure,” he said pleased with her knowledge.

  The both of them did twelve rounds of yogic postures honoring the sun. Afterwards, Gudama began doing pranayama. Layla followed, uncontrollably smiling as she closed her eyes.

  Sitting in lotus position, Gudama and Layla did deep breathing exercises filling their lungs with the ocean’s fresh clean air. The routine left them calm with a clear head.

  “That was great, I’ve done breathing yoga before, but nothing like that,” she said to him.

  “Yes, this is very good for your chakras and overall wellbeing,” replied Gudama.

  “Chakras, you know about chakras? I never thought aliens did yoga and knew about chakras,” she said pleasantly surprised.

  “Well, a lot of this is ancient knowledge which was taught to your people in the past,” he said.

  He really seems to be sincere, Layla thought.

  “Out of curiosity, how did you manage to find me?”

  “I have a lot of useful friends and brains that match my beauty,” Layla said folding her hands playfully.

  Gudama let out a chuckle.

  Hey look at that I made him laugh, she thought.

  “Gudama, can I ask you something?”

  “What is it?” he said listening.

  Layla searched for the right words. Before she spoke them out, a loud gurgling sound projected from her stomach. Gudama’s eyebrows rose. Layla’s face flushed beet red.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  “Yes, very much, I haven’t eaten a good meal since yesterday. Sorry, this is so embarrassing,” she said holding her face, covering up her true message.

  Gudama let out a bellow of laughter.

  “Come, let’s go to the kitchen,” he said getting up.

  Great, nice job Layla, now he knows you’re a pig who just wants to eat, she thought following him!

  Opening the fridge, Gudama took out some fresh ingredients. He prepared the meal he worked on.

  “Sorry, I can’t offer you meat, we don’t really eat that stuff,” he said chopping some greens for her plate.

  “Oh it’s ok, I’m vegetarian,” Layla said happily.

  Gudama turned to her, “Really?”

  Layla sat on a chair at the table while Gudama prepared a fresh warm meal for her. Luke, stone like, sat across from her. He returned her smile with an emotionless expression.

  “Do you need some help sir?” he asked.

  “I got it Luke, thank you,” Gudama said happily.

  He smiled and served her zucchini noodles bathed in zesty sauce and spinach topped with extra virgin olive oil, and a small bowl of oatmeal full of blueberries. Homemade bread was also served.

  “Mmm, this is so good,” she said eating heartily.

  “Thank you, glad you like it. I grow herbs here in the backyard they give it a rich fresh flavor.”

  “Yeah they do, I’m into the whole grow your own food organic living.”

  Layla rambled on about all the things she does to live a more natural holistic life and the challenges doing it living in the big city all the while munching on her food. Gudama just listened while calmly eating as he too ate a lot. Luke couldn’t stand her. Soon after, Layla’s plate was almost empty.

  “Do you want more?” Gudama asked.

  Layla nodded her head with her mouthful. Gudama smiled and he served her more food. She again went on about her life while chomping away. Gudama was amazed at her appetite while Luke tried to ignore her jabbering.

  While snacking on an apple, Layla leaned back talking about her career, ambitions, and aspirations while the both of them watched her. Gudama and Luke both looked at each other as they wondered how a skinny girl can have such a massive insatiable appetite. Despite her neglected table manners, her blabbering provided Gudama useful information which he considered in his overall opinion about her. After she finished, Gudama offered coconut water to which she happily obliged.

  “Thank you so much for your hospitality, you’re the best alien chef I know.”

  “You’re welcome. Would you like to go for a walk? People will be coming soon to see the lighthouse.”

  “Of course,” Layla said overjoyed.

  “Wonderful, Luke, do you mind taking care of visitors while we’re gone?”

  “Not at all, enjoy your time sir,” he said as if he were happy to have a reason to leave Layla’s presence.

  Enjoying a leisurely stroll on the boardwalk, Gudama and Layla took in the beautiful scenery. Tourists were eating, chatting, rollerblading, and having a good time on the beach. Seven gangsters found Layla’s bikini bod irresistible, passing remarks and whistling. Angry, Gudama showed a dislike which prompted them to react with profanity and threatening gestures. One of them leaned in front of Layla, making sexual comments which were cut short by a knockout punch from Gudama.

  The thug fell back several feet startling the others. As they all attacked, Gudama effortlessly parried and hit one with the back of his knuckles, double jump kicked the next two, and grabbed the arm of the other attacker, breaking it, and swung him into another. The last one charged cursing. Gudama flung his wrist, smacking him several meters into the air screaming into a pizza shop. Everyone fell silent staring at them. A cop arrived shortly.

  “They were harassing my girl,” Gudama said thinking on his feet, placing an arm around her.

  “Those dame dirty perverts!” said Layla with a fist playing along, “My hero,” she said wrapping her arms holding him as red as a tomato.

  “Good work,” said the officer impressed.

  The crowd applauded as both left the scene, holding hands while the cop made arrests.

  They reached the boat dock where Layla met the fishermen. He was there and noticed Layla.

  “Hey there, this here’s your rich suit boyfriend?” he said seeing Gudama in his silk shirt and sandals.

  “What?” Gudama said.

  “No, no, he’s not a rich suit, he’s a good guy,” she said, “Don’t worry about him,” she whispered to a confused Gudama.

  “Oh? Well that’s good. Name’s Jack Spades. How about the two of you come with me to catch some fish?”

  “Thank you, but we’re fine,” replied Gudama.

  “I know that, that’s why it’s a kind offer you should accept. It may not be as big as the yachts you’re used to, but you’ll get out at sea, see nature, and hey it’s a free ride. What do you say?”

  Layla looked at Gudama and shrugged her shoulders, “Sure why not?” she said.

  “Are you sure?” Gudama asked.

  “It’s ok let’s go,” she said grabbing him.

  Jack started the engine and away they took off out into the ocean.

  “Woo!” Layla said with open arms seeing the tiny looking people on shore.

  Back at the lighthouse, Luke noticed them wh
ile giving a tour to a small group, he squinted his eyes.

  “Sir what are you doing?” he said in disbelief.

  The fisherman stopped the boat and flung some bait out into the water.

  “Care to join me in some relaxing fishing?”

  “Ha, ha, no thanks, he owes me an interview,” Layla said.

  “Well, you two can go inside the cabin, I like peace and quiet to better listen to the music of the water.”

  “Aye, aye captain,” Layla said saluting him.

  She took Gudama by the hand and they went inside. It reeked of the smell of fish and the seats looked worn. Gudama didn’t seem too pleased to be there.

  “Now I’ve got you where I want,” she said pulling out a mini microphone.

  “Layla, I can’t stay here long.”

  “I know, just give me my interview and I won’t bother you anymore.”

  Gudama let out a sigh, “Very well.”

  “How can we evolve to the level you speak, how should we live our daily lives?” she asked.

  “As you are now, except follow your God given talents and what brings joy and fulfillment to you.

  Work with or create enterprises that provide value to others, enhancing the quality of life of your world. In a nutshell, listen to what ancient divine teachers have always told you, live from your heart and treat others like family. Your people live to cheat and deceive, and worship the dollar. I say, live spiritually to serve and worship the divine infinity.”

  Layla’s additional circling questions felt like an eternity to Gudama.

  “Are we done now?” he asked, “I’ve already explained that I’m here to help earthlings free themselves from their government’s corruption and already answered everything in my book.”

  “Ok, ok. So, what about you, where are you from exactly? What’s it like on your planet?”

  “It would appear like heaven from your point of view.”

  “What about religion?”

  “Doesn’t exist, at least not like on your planet, no extreme fanatics,” he said.

  “What do you mean, what is God to you?”

  “One big error in your thinking is that you associate God as some old man in the sky who is the creator of everything. This is the wrong fantasy. God is not bound to any form and goes by many names as it is infinite and can manifest in endless expressions. This is why you have many religions, and they all are interrelated and preach the same fundamentals, but arrogant people have edited the true teachings, leaving you with a cult like version designed to further segregate your race. There is truth in all your religions just like it is the case in the martial arts. I’m like the Bruce Lee of spirituality; I use what works and what doesn’t. Science compliments religion and without it, religion is too idealistic and fickle. Vice versa, science without spirituality is cold, rigid, and limited. So, I would highly suggest loosening up and integrating the two. This is my personal opinion however, someone else may say differently.”

  “Fascinating,” she replied, “how exactly did your race defeat evil?”

  A depressing expression came upon Gudama’s face.

  “Like I said in my global message, other worlds have gone through a similar situation like earth. Beyond that, I cannot say.”

  “Why not,” she asked leaning forward curiously?

  “Because…I wasn’t there,” he said looking down.

  “What do you mean?”

  “It’s a long story, which we don’t have time for. Look, the point is that your world needs to wake up. After your people become civilized, then contact with other worlds will automatically follow and you’ll have all of your trivial questions answered.

  I’m not the best person to discuss this, because I myself have not seen the entire universe,” he said a little irritated.

  “Alright, sorry if I upset you,” Layla said, “One more question, what are your people like?”

  “Like yours, but were more evolved and intelligent.”

  “Were?”

  Gudama sat in silence, “Are there other questions?”

  “Umm yea, plenty,” Layla replied.

  “Specifically, what do you want to know?”

  “Well, what about love?” she asked.

  Gudama stared at her.

  “It’s like here without the confusion, perversions, jealousy, and complications,” he courtly replied.

  “Do you have marriages?”

  “Yes, but divorce is unheard of.”

  “Well, could you elaborate more?”

  “It is very sacred. Singles search extensively for the right person. What your businessmen put into analytics and calculations is what we put into spiritual development and finding love. Earthlings wed for money, lust, and social status. More evolved species wed for happiness, evolution, family, and of course, love.”

  “Have you ever been in love? Are you married?”

  Silence filled the atmosphere.

  “I think we’re getting too personal. That’s enough questions for your interview,” Gudama said getting up.

  Oh my gosh did I anger him, she thought?

  Gudama demanded that the fisherman return them back to shore to which he did, appalled at his attitude. Layla followed him back to the lighthouse. Gudama retreated to the secluded backyard beach while Luke attended to guests.

  Layla paced around debating whether to go to him or wait.

  Great Layla, you finally find the story of your life and you just had to be too pushy, she thought scolding herself!

  Luke requested she get out of sight as she drew too much attention from lighthouse guests, one little boy staring at her as his ice cream melted falling on his shirt.

  Departure from Earth

  Bathing in the sun, Gudama relaxed on a lounge chair closing his eyes enjoying the ocean breeze.

  Layla reclined beside him feeling the cool air tickle her skin. She contemplated what to say as she felt bad about the interview. Not being able to contain herself Layla turned to him.

  “Gudama, I’m very sorry if I upset you. I was just so curious about you, and outer space, and how aliens live, and-”

  “It’s ok, I’m not mad,” he said with a raised hand.

  “Oh ok, good, I was worried I upset you,” she said lying back in relief.

  Thank God, she thought.

  Curiosity got the best of her as Layla asked Gudama about life outside of earth.

  “It’s all the same really. Trees are trees, birds are birds, water is water,” he said followed by a yawn.

  “People are no different, women are just as complicated,” he said looking at her, “Bugs are still pests, just more intelligent and dangerous. Everything is the same, just variations in consciousness and evolution, that’s all. You can find the answers to the universe all on earth by going within. There’s not really much to see, sure they have nice technology, but they’ve been around longer.”

  “But what are they like, what kind of technology do they have?” asked Layla curiously.

  “Well they have many things. Their ships travel anywhere in a second and are everlasting. See here on earth people can’t understand how something can run forever, hence their primitive saying, nothing lasts forever. Wrong, existence, life is eternal and by obeying the natural laws, you too can achieve immortality. Where does the sun get its power? How does earth stay on its axis, constantly revolving in orbit? Is it merely gravity, but where does it all come from?”

  Layla shrugged her shoulders.

  “Well, out there they know,” he said pointing up, “and they’ve tapped into that source. Their ships are like planets, fully functional with crops, water, and free of maintenance. They can harness light from higher realms and condense it into physical form. That’s why neither scientists nor military can identify the material from confiscated spaceships, because it’s not metal, its light.”

  Layla sat up with arms folded over her knees listening attentively, “Wow, amazing,” she said.

  Gudama sat up as well, lo
oking at the sea, “Time travel is there, but it’s illegal. However, that hasn’t stop evil from abusing it. Nonphysical time travel is legal though.”

  “How do you do that?”

  “If you’re evolved enough you can do it through meditation or while sleeping, but there’re devices to help you, that way you can observe without interfering.”

  Gudama looked down playing in the sand with his feet, “Then there’s antigravity, teleportation, things like that, but these are common like kitchen tools and cars, they’re a part of everyday daily life,” he said, “Everybody always asked who are the aliens, what can they do, their technology, but that’s not important. Humans also have to evolve and learn how to live peacefully, than all that stuff will come. First get your act together, and then technology will be revealed. Other aliens are more evolved, and not because that they’re better than humans, but rather they used wisdom. People just don’t get it, that’s why I need to first raise the consciousness here, then mark my words, you will see innovation here like nowhere else, better than anywhere else,” he said powerfully with a finger.

  “Regenerating limbs, eternal youth, heh, I’ve met a woman who was over a million years old, yet looked young! All without creams, surgery, or dying her hair,” Gudama said poking fun at Layla.

  “Oh no, this is my natural hair,” she said smiling holding her locks.

  “Really, huh, I’ve never seen that before, at least on earth anyway,” he said looking at her shiny glowing orange brownish red hair.

  “Yea it used to be all brown until I grew up, then it changed color. Everybody who asks about it are shocked to know it’s all me,” she said.

  “Huh, interesting,” Gudama said studying her, “Does it run in your family?”

  “No, I’m the only freak,” she said laughing.

  Gudama’s attention moved down examining her Green bluish eyes.

  “What?”