Galactic Earth

by Luthra, G. S.

  Still, Gudama insisted that he follow the path that resonates and if it is through Jesus, he should stick with that as is the case with everyone else.

  The boy thought about it.

  “What about evolution?”

  “Imagine a whole universe in your mind, all of the stars, planets, and galaxies in one giant cosmos. Some may find this difficult, but those adept in meditation would find it easier. Imagine how vivid the visualization of God’s is. Everything that exists, all the dimensions and universes all spawn from the universal mind (God), and this consciousness can zoom in on any particular area or multiple subjects simultaneously instantly. Sending a meteorite with the intent of starting life on earth is child’s play for such a being,” continued Gudama making big wide gestures with his hands to help illustrate.

  “Waiting for hundreds of millions of years is nothing as time is not bound to the linear perspective we have. Try to see time as more of a sphere where past, present, and future can all be observed anytime individually or at once. Evolution is the same. With a mere thought, the magnanimous electromagnetic spiritual energy physically affects subatomic particles generating expansion, thus ultimately leading to life as we know it today. First was the formless etheric wave of thought energy, then the small molecules which again is shapeless, to the beginnings of aquatic life which you’ll notice were very loose and fluid in their structure and survived only in water as water itself is not limited by shape, so you see this is an example of a transition from formless to adopting form to a minor degree as their body physically represents fluidity.”

  “Years later, amphibians emerged from the waters yearning to explore the wonders of the world. So many theories exist of this cause, but it can be said that the desire of the sea creature to follow his soul and not succumb to what society or fate demanded was so strong that it dared to go outside of the boundaries to see the sun, the sky, and all of that heavenly glory. Even today if a man is brave enough to follow his individual destiny and say no to what his surroundings expect of him, he becomes an anomaly just like the sea creature was, and will evolve whether it being physically, mentally, or metaphysically, that man will no longer remain a mere mortal. If he leaves the invisible psychological barriers of society, he becomes free. If he leaves the earth in space and mates with another outsider, the evolution in the fetus has already begun. So you see, life is very simple, we are here to explore. Evolution is the genius of God which gives us all the power to adapt, to grow, to become better than what we presently are, in order to better experience life and learn more of this infinity.”

  “Lies, all lies!” shouted a balding older man wearing a robe with a protruding belly. Gudama got up and was to his surprise, verbally attacked by the pope’s insults, claiming that Gudama was just a man who possessed technology to take over earth, and that military had created advanced aircraft making people delusional of extraterrestrial life. A crowd gathered hearing the wild noise. The pope’s breath reeked of liquor and was getting very aggressive, shouting loudly with his face turning beet red, proclaiming Gudama was a charlatan acting as a false god with a fake story, aliens don’t exist, and that the old government was better.

  Raising his hands, the self-proclaimed holy man called for surrendering to his religion to avoid Hell and demanded everyone to boycott Gudama as he was a not embracing the way of his version of god. Flexing his forehead, Gudama expressed confusion in the pope’s outrageous claims regarding him.

  “The fact is you were never alone and I don’t care about your primitive beliefs. If you want to believe

  the world is flat, you’re an imbecile, if you don’t want to accept that the earth revolves around the sun, you are idiotic, if don’t realize now that the government never cared about your wellbeing, you are severely misguided, and if you don’t accept that you are not the only form of intelligent life, then you are very, very stupid,” Gudama replied irritated.

  Gudama’s words were unacceptable for the extremist pope. He pulled out a hand gun and barged over face to face with Gudama, and proceeded to condemn him, cursing all who do not adopt the holy book’s method of living. He shouted for a global call to address climate change, to limit hateful free speech, and to redistribute wealth in order to enter the kingdom of god. The old man called Gudama a demon while poking at his chest with the gun, “All who worship other deities are sinners, all who do not surrender to Jesus Christ are sinners!” he continued drunk, slurring some words.

  The pope’s speech was followed by an abrupt uppercut right under his chin sending him flying across the walkway bridge.

  “I thought ended these religious nuts after I destroyed the Islamic fascists,” Gudama said to himself. He saw everyone watching him.

  “As I’ve said before, no religion gets favoritism and has no power whatsoever. Now are there any more “holy” fanatics out there who’d like to lecture me on their nonsense?” Gudama said to the crowd.

  Silence filled the air.

  “Excellent, have a pleasant day.”

  New Evil

  Unbeknownst to Gudama, a secret rendezvous in a remote location was being held. Amongst the attendees were remnants from the old world - royal family members, politicians, military leaders, one of them being General Larson surviving on a machine body. Venom and spite wiped their faces as vengeance was the only common goal on their minds. One of the royal family members stepped up to speak.

  “Brethren, we stand here today to remorse in the heinous actions of this vigilante. Power has been stripped away by this fiend, all of our prestige, control, and influence gone, because of that one man, the one called Gudama.”

  Boos and snickers were heard in the audience.

  “We shall now execute drastic measures to eliminate this problem. Has Draco been prepared?” the speaker asked Larson.

  “Yes sir.”

  “Good, once Draco awakens, he will get rid of this, this righteous man, and then we shall take back power and rule over the world which we so rightfully deserve as it is our birthright!”

  The audience cheered.

  “Gudama may have won the battle, but the war is far from over.”

  Meditating on an isolated beach on his island, Gudama was contacted via telepathically.

  “Andy?”

  “Yes Gudama,” Andy said high above the earth.

  “I see you have been hard at work for your planet.”

  “I’ve never worked this hard in my life, but it’s paid off. War has ended, perhaps now earth is ready for global contact?”

  “Has it really? Look again my friend. There still exists terror on your planet.”

  “What? Where? I’ve destroyed all terrorists and disarmed countries with nuclear warheads.”

  “Evil doesn’t need a weapon, only for good to remain idle. Deep within your earth lies an unawaken darkness. You must remove this threat before it consumes your planet.”

  Andy sent Gudama telepathic visions of the location of the underground bases that he missed.

  A lightbulb suddenly went off in Gudama’s head.

  “Of course, underground! I got so caught up with everything I totally forgot about the underground bases!”

  “Yes. You must not delay as it seems the lizards have a draconian on earth,” warned Andy.

  “What, a draconian? I thought were all at their home planet.”

  “It seems that have placed one in case of emergency. I sense the bureaucrats are planning to reclaim power. You must make haste and stop them before they awaken it, else earth is finished.”

  “Right, thanks for letting me know. I wish only you could go with me,” said Gudama.

  “I would very much like that, but as I’ve said before, I already have far stretched my limits in helping you.”

  “I understand,” Gudama acknowledged nodding.

  “Perhaps this is perfect to test your new Earth’s Galactic Special Forces,” said Andy.

  “Yes, I believe this situation calls for their service.”

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sp; “One more thing, don’t lock anybody in space in your ship. I can’t intervene again telling them the controls.”

  “Huh? Oh, so that was you who gave Layla the codes. I was wondering how she did it. Ha, ha, ok, deal!”

  “Good luck Gudama.”

  Urgently, Gudama gathered his special highly trained fleet representing the Galactic Earth Federation, and scheduled an emergency speech to alert people. He broadcasted it high up in his new space base he had created through the combined efforts of people through his design, which worked with America and many other nations for the mutual benefit of earth.

  Gudama spoke while his team stood in the background with their hands folded behind. They were composed of four former veterans who displayed superb skill in their respective specialization of combat, one female technological and combat genius, and a monk highly trained in martial arts. He briefly explained the situation while intelligence mapped out the coordinates of the bases and assured everyone that he will eradicate it shortly with his team. After his speech, Gudama gave a five minute warning to his team to get ready.

  Calling Gudama, an assistant notified him of a phone call.

  “For me, who is it?” he asked.

  “She says she’s an old friend,” replied the assistant. Picking up the phone, Gudama excused himself to his private room.

  “Hey you,” said a familiar voice!

  “Layla, how did you…never mind. How is everything?”

  Gudama spoke with Layla briefly discussing new updates regarding their lives, and quickly got to the prime reason for the call. Layla was concerned of him overworking, and invited him to dinner with her, wanting to introduce him to her mother.

  “Let me just take care of this, then I’ll be glad to and meet your parents.”

  “Great, my mom loves you, it’ll be fun.”

  “What about your dad,” asked Gudama in wonder?

  “Oh, he’s no longer with us.”

  “What do you mean, what happened?”

  After a short silence, Layla broke down explaining her father died due to his alcoholism. Emigrating from Sicily, her father sought out to become an artist as his passion was music, dancing, and the theatrical arts. Later on, he met her mother after one of his performances and they were married within a month. It was love at first sight as her mom would say.

  Painting provided him little income while he continued pursuing his dream. Soon enough,

  Layla’s brother was born and her family moved to New York to find more work and exposure. Fortunately, her father managed to get shows at museums and from there his career rose steadily. He even landed various acting roles and bragged to her mother of living the American dream. Layla was born later on, and received all the love and affection from two happily married parents until February 18th, the day her father answered that phone call.

  Arriving home that day, Layla’s father was told by the police department that his son had been killed in a blast. An Islamic terrorist attacked, and his son risked his life to protect bystanders, which resulted in him losing it. That day Layla’s mother found her father sitting on the couch emotionless when she came home. He didn’t eat, speak, nor attend his shows, resulting in the destruction of his creative career. Layla’s mom found out herself what had happened through the police due to her father’s behavior. Layla just turned twenty then.

  Her father worked three jobs while she attended school and drank excessively. He didn’t want her to have debt or worries and pushed himself to the extreme, barely spending time with the family. For her mom, it felt like living with a ghost man who had lost emotion, feeling, and even life. Eventually, it took its toll and he paid the price with a stroke just when Layla had landed a top paying job. He never made it to the celebration party. It was very hard for both Layla and her mom as both knew the reason to his own demise. Sometimes Layla’s mother tried to talk to him about her brother’s death, but her father would yell in a blinding rage, not wanting to utter any word of it. It bothered him so much, that for the first time in their marriage, he struck her, which devastated her mother so much that she sent Layla right after graduation away to the city, paying for her living expenses to save her from the negativity. Layla thankfully at the time, didn’t see much of her father’s bad side as she was at school, with her friends, and quickly out as her mother wanted her gone. Naturally being the happy cheerful person that she is, it was difficult to come to know what went on between her parents, especially since she had such fond happy memories growing up. She became angry at her mom for hiding how bad their situation was, but understood later that she just didn’t want her to suffer because of them. Mark, her uncle, started Lolland Press with Layla and did his best to help her through tough times.

  Sobbing, Layla confessed to Gudama that it has bothered her ever since and thanked him for listening to her venting, feeling good to get it out of her system. Gudama thanked her for sharing and told her to get plenty of rest, and promised he would have dinner with both of them after completing his mission. She cheered up and wished him good luck.

  While everyone was waiting for Gudama, Sarah, a member of his fleet, grew concerned checked up on him. She was surprised to find him inside his room on his knees with folded hands praying.

  “Gudama?” she said.

  Gudama’s eyes opened as his head slightly rose. He got up and turned to her slowly, “Are you ready?”

  She nodded, and asked if he was ok.

  “It’s time,” he said ready for battle.

  Unfinished Business

  Gudama, along with his special fleet, left to the desert of Arizona to eliminate the threat. He had developed a teleportation device with military engineers during his time volunteering as a civilian before leaving earth and recently reintroduced it. Although not going public, the device was still in the beginning stages of implementation, only being used by authorized locations and personal.

  They were able to teleport to a San Diego base which had another device enabling them to come, and from there left to their target on their state of art vehicles. Four of the men rode together on an improved high speed military jeep equipped with a drone gunner and sleek all-purpose terrain tires covered in smooth shiny titanium armor. Sarah, the woman, drove a motorcycle that could crush through your standard tank. Yoko, the monk, soared through the air using a device attached to his waist that created a magnetic energy field around him, which carried him according to his thoughts. Since he had mastered his mind through years of meditation, he was the most qualified candidate to use it as he merely had to think and the energy field would correspond. Gudama led the way on his hover board and within a short period of time, Gudama’s new high tech GPS, issued from the military alerted him that their target was close.

  Eyeing the area, Gudama with his super vision noticed a faint building in the distance and pointed.

  “We’re close,” Gudama said looking at the GPS.

  “You sure, there’s nothing here, but desert,” said Daniel, the handsome one of the men.

  Signaling the others, Gudama and the team stopped and proceeded on foot, storing their vehicles in tiny capsules similar to what Gudama used for his spaceship. The monk however, simply only needed to think to land as his device was all thought based.

  Walking toward the deserted looking building, Gudama noticed the gate guard’s post was empty.

  “That’s no good,” said Sarah.

  They proceeded to the giant door, but were stopped by the honk of another vehicle. Getting out was a scientist who was pulling a covered body on a wheeled stretcher.

  “Hey, hey, hey, what do you think you’re doing? This is a restricted area, you can’t go in there!”

  “We’re shutting this place down,” Gudama courtly replied with the others behind him.

  The scientist chuckled. His laughter sounded like starting an abandoned car. Noticing that they were all serious, his demeanor instantly changed.

  “What, under whose authority? You can’t do that, this is Uni
ted States property!”

  “I own the United States, Gudama said pointing to himself with his thumb, “Now get out of here and take your men with you.”

  Rambling on, the scientist went off about how their actions are illegal, without merit, and so on, citing various terms and military laws while showing him digital documents on his phone, to which made Gudama grow weary. Cutting him off during his blabbering, Gudama threw an uppercut, sending him flying about thirty feet away landing on the soft sand.

  “You really like doing that don’t you?” said Earl, the big black gunner of the men.

  Gudama let out a smirk and pushed down the massive door with his arm, startling all the others inside.

  Scientists in white lab coats were appalled at their audacity and went off much like the previous one. Gudama grew tired of it and nodded to the others who were more than happy to shut them up with their fists.

  “They must not get much sunlight,” said Gudama inspecting the carcass of one scientist with dull long hair, bags under the eyes, and a wrinkled complexion.

  After clearing the area, Gudama and his team went in deeper within the facility. Their presence was brought to the attention of superiors and shortly after, soldiers of the underground secret government and armed scientists arrived with photon guns. With a preemptive strike, Gudama’s fleet made easy work of them while Gudama stood back with hands folded behind. With the four men using their specialized skill and weaponry, Sarah’s lightning fast martial arts enhanced by her technology, and Yoko’s esoteric skills, they swiftly subdued the elite’s secret army.