PW-1. Spencer Scarcello
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kilograms.”
That’s about 220 pounds, I thought. “I have that; now as for the oxygen, I have a small tank that is part of my welding outfit. Will that work?”
“Where are these items located?” he asked.
I turned around, pointed, and said, “Over there in my house.”
I said to Joyce, “I’ll have to pause at this point and explain a few things.”
Everything was frozen for the time being, and everyone got a chance to look around and see all there was to see without being distracted by doing his or her job.
“First of all, Zo-L can read my mind so he knows what I am going to say before I say it. Also, everything you are about to see occurs in real time. Nothing has been cut out; what you see is as it happened. Finally, the recording you see inside my home is taken by something on or in his uniform. You will see everything around him but will only see his arms or legs come into the frame occasionally.”
I continued the playback.
“May I see these items?” Zo-L asked. As the word “Yes” came out of my mouth. We were both standing in my living room.
“Wow! You’ll have to tell me later how you did that,” I said. I knew he was in a hurry, and probably scared to death, so I quickly said. “The salt is in the laundry room. Follow me.” I lifted the top off my water softener to reveal the salt tank, and I reached in and grabbed a pellet and handed it to him. “The tank holds 350 pounds of salt; there’s about 300 pounds in there now. Will that work?”
He raised the pellet to his mouth and tasted it. “This will do nicely,” he said.
“The oxygen is in the garage,” I said. Then I opened the door. There are two steps down entering the garage and as I pointed to them I said, “Be careful.” He didn’t respond, and I thought to myself, hmm ― no sense of humor.
My welding outfit was behind some other stuff, as I rarely use it. I pointed to it and said, “Let me get it out and by the gauges we can tell how much oxygen there is left.”
“No need,” he said. “I can see how much is in there.” I was amazed. It’s a steel tank and the valve was closed so the gauges were at zero. “May I have these items,” he asked.
“Before you do anything, please wait,” I said. “Of course the answer is yes, but I would like to ask a favor of you. Will you please allow me to take a few pictures of you and I together, and then take me back into the ship with you so I can take a few there as well?”
“Yes,” he said. I quickly raised my camera and took two pictures. Moving beside him, I stretched out my arm and took a couple more of the both of us.
“I’ll get some buckets and a scoop and start loading up the salt.”
“No need,” he said, and with that, we were back in the ship, which had become even darker than before as the power continued to wane. If power is completely lost, the ship will loose its invisibility cloaking and will become a solid object to be seen by all. The salt and oxygen were on the floor next to the wall between the four chairs the Travelers use. Zo-L has a separate chair a few feet in back of them. I wasted no time and began taking pictures using my flash hoping my battery would hold out.
The salt was just standing there in a perfect column as if it were still in the tank. It should be on the floor in a pile, as they are individual pellets. Both the salt and the oxygen tank moved slowly forward and went right through the wall, as if it weren’t there. The room was completely silent; I don’t believe they were even breathing. Everyone’s eyes were transfixed on the large section of wall just in front of the four chairs. The wall went all the way around the inside of the ship but there was a narrow shelf protruding underneath this particular section. I figured this must be the ship’s bridge or control center.
I said a silent prayer for the Travelers as we all waited for something to happen. After what seemed like forever, the wall section and shelf lit up brightly with all sorts of colored symbols on them. The room also became brightly illuminated, although there was no visible light source. The ship was now totally transparent except for the control area. The boys went crazy! They were hopping from side to side on one foot, then the other. They had their arms extended in the air and were making a whooping noise repeatedly. I dubbed this “The Happy Dance.” They then all began hugging each other while continuing to jump around ─ it was fantastic!
Zo-L suddenly turned in my direction and flew at me so fast I didn’t have a chance to react. He threw his arms and legs around me and hugged me tightly. The other travelers suddenly stopped moving and became quiet, as if frozen in place. Zo-L then released me and quickly retreated back to where he was. They all acted as if he had done something terribly wrong. I smiled at him, extended my arms, and said, “Come here, you.”
He immediately resumed hugging me as everyone smiled. I again extended my arms and beckoned the others to join us . . . they did. I was now holding five alien beings in my arms, and it was great. They can levitate themselves, so I felt no extra weight at all. When they hug you, there is a physical feeling attached. For want of better words, I would call it love, and it increased as each one joined in. I had never experienced anything like that before; it was truly beautiful.
The four travelers soon returned to their chairs and seemed to be checking the status of everything, as I continued to take more pictures. The inside of the ship was perfectly smooth; there were no switches, knobs, screwheads, or fasteners of any kind, nothing I was expecting to see in a spacecraft. Everything flowed together; the chairs seemed to just rise out of the floor with no seams between the two. It was as though the entire inside was one continuous piece.
Zo-L looked at me and said, “You must come with us to our planet, Ar-Z, so we can tell Overseer and our people what you have done for us. I know they will want to meet you.” I immediately began thinking of Einstein’s theory of general relativity, which states, “Nothing can exceed the speed of light.” The nearest star, Alpha Centauri, is nearly four and a half light years away, which means I would not be back on Earth for nine years. Not good.
Zo-L, reading my mind, responded, “Your science is very young. What does the time piece on your arm say?”
I lifted my arm up, looked at my watch and said, “It’s 10:30 a.m., Saturday, July 15, 2023.”
“I promise you, Ralph Diamond, I will return you here before four Earth hours have passed. It will still be Saturday, July 15, 2023.”
“Well, you’ve never lied to me before,” I joked. “So yes, thank you. I‘d love to come with you.”
He laughed and said, “Good one. That was even better than the stair joke. See . . . we do have a sense of humor.”
Abruptly Peter yelled, “Cut! That’s enough for today, people. Good job, everyone. Back here tomorrow ― 9:00 a.m. sharp.”
I turned off the recorder, and everyone in the room came over to see me. They expressed how blown away they were with what they had just seen, and how proud and happy they felt to be included in such a history-making story.
“What was the stair joke?” someone asked.
I said, “As Zo-L and I were walking into the garage, I pointed down at the two stairs and said, ’Be careful.’ I was referring to how ridiculous it would be for a person that had just transported himself and me from inside a spacecraft to inside my house to fall down two stairs and end up lying face down on the floor.”
“Oh,” came the response. “I completely missed that one.” Everyone laughed as they exited the room.
As Carol and I waited for Meg and Tina to return, she said, “Let’s go to my office.” We sat down and she leaned over and opened her desk drawer and removed a bottle of 20-year-old single-malt scotch. She said, “This is just for special occasions, and they don’t come any more special than this.” She poured us both a glass, and we toasted our first day of taping. “Here’s to changing the world,” she said.
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