to him, which is that humans are actually the descendents of an ancient alien race who deliberately placed us on this planet long ago. It seems that over the course of time, we lost our collective memory about our real origins. Somewhere in our recent history, however, the aliens began returning to remind a small, select group of individuals that we have just taken on these shell bodies to accommodate the conditions of living on Earth. As the stories progress, the Gilmartin character learns more and more about the plans that the aliens have for these special humans: they are the ones destined to become the first people to be made ‘aware’ that they are the aliens’ seed and that they have to reclaim their true nature, which is, more or less, to join the master race of beings who run the universe. That’s where the Blue Box comes in. It’s a device that the alien gives the Gilmartin character to help him and the people who will follow the movement he establishes to develop their consciousness, rid themselves of their human nature and remember their alien identities.”
“That doesn’t sound at all like why Ravenette wanted to hook me up to that thing,” I told Jack. “Just the opposite, really; she was trying very hard to convince me that the shadow on the fire escape was nothing more than a damaged engram, or something like that. She wasn’t exactly inviting me to join the ranks of the exalted.”
“Well, sure,” Jack replied. “Because the way she must see things, a non-Aware can’t possibly have had an encounter with a member of the alien race. Gilmartin’s son, Raymond, is running the organization now and he’s the one who took his father’s ideas—and his lousy science fiction stories—and turned them into what he says is a religion. And from what I understand, one of their sacred tenets is that no one—no one—other than Howard ever actually saw or spoke to the alien. With the possible exception of you, of course. Am I right?”
I didn’t respond one way or the other, but Jack didn’t seem to care. “What Awares aspire to by studying the principles of Blue Awareness,” he continued, “is to eventually achieve a true understanding of the Wild Blue Yonder which, as far as I can make out, symbolizes for them all the knowledge that the alien supposedly shared with Howard Gilmartin. When they reach that goal, they will finally get to meet their alien creators once again. I can’t imagine it would sit well with a Second Level Aware like Ravenette that she hasn’t reached nirvana yet, but somehow you have—and you don’t even seem to take it seriously. I suppose she wanted to hook you up to that box and get you to tell her why the radioman was so interested in you. You, specifically.”
“I never said he was,” I pointed out to Jack. “She did.”
“And I’m telling you that she wasn’t happy about it.”
“What about the ghost signals?” I asked. “Are they part of Blue Awareness theology?”
“That’s part of what’s revealed when you’re ready to face the Wild Blue Yonder which, of course, only happens after you’ve been thoroughly worked over by the Blue Box and cleansed of all your bad engrams. Which is where an interesting connection between Howard Gilmartin and Avi Perzin comes in. Your Avi Perzin.”
That was a surprising development. More than surprising—bizarre, I thought. Bad enough that I had stumbled into an involvement, however tenuous, with the Blue Awareness; what were the odds that before me, Avi had, too? Apparently, I was about to find out.
“Just like in his stories,” said Jack, “in real life, Howard Gilmartin felt that he was the only person who took the ghost signals seriously enough—except, of course, for Avi. At some point after he’d begun writing his tall tales, Howard read an article about the ghost signals that your uncle wrote for some scientific journal. I gather there was some contact between them—letters went back and forth for a
“That doesn’t sound at all like why Ravenette wanted to hook me up to that thing,” I told Jack. “Just the opposite, really; she was trying very hard to convince me that the shadow on the fire escape was nothing more than a damaged engram, or something like that. She wasn’t exactly inviting me to join the ranks of the exalted.”
“Well, sure,” Jack replied. “Because the way she must see things, a non-Aware can’t possibly have had an encounter with a member of the alien race. Gilmartin’s son, Raymond, is running the organization now and he’s the one who took his father’s ideas—and his lousy science fiction stories—and turned them into what he says is a religion. And from what I understand, one of their sacred tenets is that no one—no one—other than Howard ever actually saw or spoke to the alien. With the possible exception of you, of course. Am I right?”
I didn’t respond one way or the other, but Jack didn’t seem to care. “What Awares aspire to by studying the principles of Blue Awareness,” he continued, “is to eventually achieve a true understanding of the Wild Blue Yonder which, as far as I can make out, symbolizes for them all the knowledge that the alien supposedly shared with Howard Gilmartin. When they reach that goal, they will finally get to meet their alien creators once again. I can’t imagine it would sit well with a Second Level Aware like Ravenette that she hasn’t reached nirvana yet, but somehow you have—and you don’t even seem to take it seriously. I suppose she wanted to hook you up to that box and get you to tell her why the radioman was so interested in you. You, specifically.”
“I never said he was,” I pointed out to Jack. “She did.”
“And I’m telling you that she wasn’t happy about it.”
“What about the ghost signals?” I asked. “Are they part of Blue Awareness theology?”
“That’s part of what’s revealed when you’re ready to face the Wild Blue Yonder which, of course, only happens after you’ve been thoroughly worked over by the Blue Box and cleansed of all your bad engrams. Which is where an interesting connection between Howard Gilmartin and Avi Perzin comes in. Your Avi Perzin.”
That was a surprising development. More than surprising—bizarre, I thought. Bad enough that I had stumbled into an involvement, however tenuous, with the Blue Awareness; what were the odds that before me, Avi had, too? Apparently, I was about to find out.
“Just like in his stories,” said Jack, “in real life, Howard Gilmartin felt that he was the only person who took the ghost signals seriously enough—except, of course, for Avi. At some point after he’d begun writing his tall tales, Howard read an article about the ghost signals that your uncle wrote for some scientific journal. I gather there was some contact between them—letters went back and forth for a
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