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Fourth Visit (Sahila Tournament Part II)

June 18th, 2009 No comments

Visit 4 Continued, in which Steve and Stacy view the Sahila Tournament on Fruitoka.

Steve and Stacy noticed that the circular playing field was divided into four “pie” sections by two lines running all the way across the field.  Each team’s players wore a different color uniform.  The team’s colors were red, yellow, blue, and green.

All the teams were in their own quadrant warming up.  

“As they start playing, the teams each get one disc or frisbee at a time.  If that prymal goes into the goal at the other side, or if it gets deactivated, then that team gets a new one,” said Nyani. “You’ll see what happens when the other team intercepts a throw.”

Stacy said, “It looks like they are getting ready to start.  Those prymals are bigger than our frisbees.  They are almost 2 feet across, and hollow in the middle, so it’s actually a ring.”

“Yes, and they get very good with throwing and catching them, as you will see.”

They heard the piercing sound of a gong and suddenly all nine members of each team ran to their own back wall.  Steve noticed that he couldn’t see the red team. This was because he and Stacy and Nyani were sitting near the red team’s “starting place” and the playing field was about 13 feet below the stands.

Another gong sounded, some long flags unfurled around the edge of the stadium, and suddenly the players leaped into action!  

Nyani said, “Watch the front players.  Four on each team are what you call the offensive team, trying to get their own prymal into the opposing territory and into the goal.  Three others stay near their own back wall to block the other team from scoring.”

“So,” asked Stacy, “The red team tries to get their red frisbee into the slot on the opposite wall, which is green.  And the green team tries to get their green frisbee into the wall below us, which we can’t see too well.  The blue and yellow teams do the same, across the field.”

“Yes…   Oh, look there!”   Steve and Stacy saw a brown skinned red player catch the prymal from his teammate.  He then leaped far into the air to his right to avoid a green defender.  While in the air, almost sideways, he threw the prymal from behind his head using his thumb, and it zinged into the slot for a goal.  The crowd cheered, especially the people sitting in the “red” stands.

“That’s an early goal,” Nyani said.  “There are no substitutes in this game, like you often have in your earth games.  Endurance is part of the contest.  You can see how big the field is and how the players must run constantly.”  

Steve saw a yellow player intercept a prymal from the blue team. 

“Oh, watch what happens now.”  Nyani got Stacy’s attention also as the yellow player did something to the prymal and then laid it on the ground where he caught it.  Suddenly a cylinder of yellow light rose from the prymal into the air, straight up to about 30 feet.

Stacy gasped as Nyani said, “It’s part of the strategy and scoring.  The yellow team gets a half point for the interception.  The players have to avoid the cylinder.  Any player touching it loses a half point for their team.  You can also see that the cylinder partially blocks the goal.  Any prymal touching any cylinder of energy instantly disintegrates.”

The players showed fantastic feats of energy and vitality.  They were strong, with physiques like triathletes.  They were agile and quick and could jump amazingly high when catching the prymal.  Goals were made, and colored cylinders rose to mark interceptions.

Stacy suddenly said, “Look, the borders between the playing fields are rising!”  The people all around them in the stands laughed out loud at Stacy’s surprise.

Sure enough, Steve looked and saw that the lines crossing the field were raising into walls.  They were now about 2 feet high and still rising.  “Another obstacle,” said Nyani.  “I wondered when you would notice.”  

“Any player can go anywhere in the entire playing field,” she continued.  “But these walls make it more interesting.  They will reach five feet just before halftime, and again near the end of the game.”

Steve asked, “So they have to keep jumping them to get to different parts of the field?”

“Yes.  Right now they hurdle them, as you can see.”  

As the walls rose the players began to vault the walls, putting their hands on them and then doing a front flip onto the other side.  “Yes, many people on earth would think that this kind of physical activity would be impossible,” Steve remarked.  “And even if possible, they would say that the players needed to eat meat to ‘build strong bodies’ and get enough protein.”

After the first half of play, the walls were lowered, and fifteen Fruitokan girls danced a lively dance that Nyani said was the “National Dance of her country”.  

The score at halftime was Red: 8  Green: 9 1/2  Yellow: 5  Red: 7.   The players didn’t get much rest, but began with as much vigor as ever.  The cylinders of light were taken down at the half also so they started the second half with a clear playing field.

Very soon, however, the playing field was again a buzz of activity, with players vaulting walls and catching prymals.  

“The red team  is what you call my ‘home’ team,” said Nyani.  “That’s why we are sitting in this section and why I cheer so much for their goals.”

“Well, I hope the red team wins them,” replied Stacy.  “But it looks like it’s going to be close.  Red and green are tied at 13 each.”

“I know, and there’s only a minute or so left in the game.”  The defenders of all teams made valiant leaps to block goals.  The offensive players also gave their energy to making a final score.  

Steve suddenly noticed the same brown skinned red player deep in the green territory, the one that made the first goal.  Steve also noticed that Nyani’s hands were clasped very tightly as she watched the same player.

The red player jumped and caught the prymal.  This could be the winning score if he made it.  He seemed to jump left and the defender started to jump with him.  Then suddenly the red player jumped right and again flipped the prymal with his behind the head throw.  Zing.  The prymal sped into the slot and the score was registered.  The red team had won.

The people in the stands exploded into applause and cheering.  Nyani looked like she might cry, or faint.  

A few minutes later, as the people started leaving, the brown skinned red player came walking toward Nyani and Steve and Stacy.  He was carrying a young boy about three years old.  He came right up to Nyani and gave her a big kiss.  Nyani said, “Steve and Stacy, this is my husband Peto.  And this is my grandson Edan.”

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Fourth Visit: This one to Fruitoka (Sahila Tournament)

June 16th, 2009 No comments

Visit 4, in which Steve and Stacy travel to Fruitoka and see the health of the people as shown at a Sahila Tournament.

Steve and Stacy and Nyani stood holding hands under the far pavilion at the park.  It was midday and they were alone in the shade, forming a small circle.

“We don’t actually need to hold hands,” said Nyani softly as she smiled.  “But it does seem to be fitting, and it may calm Stacy.  Ready?  Let’s go!”

Steve thought that he was the one needing to be calmed, and was grateful for the hand holding.  He was glad Nyani hadn’t said “Energize” like the Star Trek movies.  However, it felt about the same as that must be.

She told them that their bodies wouldn’t be taken apart or vaporized.  Rather, the universe itself would be bent, and they would simply step across to another point.  The bending or folding of the universe was done quickly, and only in the seventh dimension.  This way, other processes were not disturbed.

Steve felt and saw a blue light.  Then the blue turned to white and he felt briefly like he was floating.  He couldn’t feel Stacy’s or Nyani’s hand and became scared for a moment that he was lost.  Then the white changed to green and he looked up into a green tree filled with purple fruit.  All three were still holding hands.

“See.  All Safe,” said Nyani.  “Welcome to Fruitoka.  We are right on the edge of the Stadium.”

“It feels so alive,” said Stacy, as Nyani led them on a stone and grass path through an orchard.  “It reminds me of the energy I feel up the mountains.”

“I’m glad you like it.  We will quickly get that treat I promised you, as the game is about to begin.”

Nyani led them toward a kind of fruit stand, with over 40 different fruits of all colors and sizes.  “It’s a custom here at sports contests to have a Razee, or a smoothie.  Stacy, I’ll get you a Cloudberry Razee because you like blueberries and cloudberries are similar.  Steve, you liked my rutan so you get a Rutan Razee.  I’ll get my favorite, an Asher-Cree Razee.”

The Razees were made by putting the fruit into something that looked like a blender, but with no blades.  Nyani told Steve that the fruit was blended with jets of air rather than cut by blades.  They walked only a few steps from the fruit stand and stepped down into a huge circular stadium.  The stadium didn’t rise above the surface of the ground, but was built down into the ground.

As they carried their Razees and took their seats, Steve estimated that the Stadium held about 4000 people.

Nyani said, “You’ll see soon why I wanted to show you this tournament.  All of our people are very active, but these athletes will show you some real energy, agility, and vitality.”  

“Unlike most of your contests on earth, we have four teams that play at once.  Only one team is the winner, but there is a second, third, and fourth.  The playing field is circular, as you can see.”

“How many players on each team?” asked Stacy.  “And how do they win?”

“There are nine members of each team.  They score ‘goals’ with that frisbee thing you see some of them warming up with.  They have to get it into that slot you see all along the opposite wall.  The slot is up about ten feet high and only six inches wide.  The other team’s defenders will try to block the goal and intercept the prymal, which is what the frisbee is called here.”

“This is all incredible,” said Steve, while sipping his Razee through what looked like a wooden straw.  The Razee itself was in a large wooden mug, complete with handle.  “My Razee is heavenly.  I never imagined a smoothie to taste so exquisite.”

Note (Story continued in the next post):

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Nyani’s Third Visit (Stacy)

June 12th, 2009 No comments

Visit 3, in which Steve’s daughter Stacy meets Nyani, and they plan a trip to Fruitoka!

Steve and his 12 year old daughter Stacy drove toward the local park in their home town of Gunnison, Utah.

“Dad, are we really going to meet a lady from another planet?”

“I’ve already met her twice, and yes, she wanted to meet you today,” replied Steve.  “I know you and Mom and Samuel have been very curious about my stories.  Nyani wanted us to meet at the park today.  She really likes to be outside.”

Steve spotted Nyani sitting on top of the monkey bars, wearing knee-length shorts and a T-shirt.  She climbed down with easy movements as Steve and Stacy approached.  Stacy’s eyes opened wide as Nyani pulled the green stone out of her waist pack and handed it to her.

“Hi Stacy.  I’m very happy to meet you today.  I love your red hair.”

“Uhh, thanks.  My Mom doesn’t think you’re real,” said Stacy.

“Well, she’s going to be surprised then, isn’t she?”  Nyani smiled.

“Yes, I think she’s going to freak out.  I think your blond hair is pretty.  Sometimes people tease me about my hair.  It’s a lot brighter red than my Mom’s.”

Steve chimed in, “Shall we walk around the park while we talk?”  Steve, Nyani, and Stacy all started walking around the border of the park under some shade trees.  “Stacy has some questions about Fruitoka.”

“Well,” replied Stacy, “What are some of the different things on your planet?  Dad says that none of you drink milk, but you eat just fruit.”

“Actually, every one of us drinks milk,” Nyani replied.  Steve wrinkled up his face in confusion.  “We all drink milk when we are young, from our mother,” she continued.  “We tend to nurse our babies longer than you do here on earth.  But yes, we don’t drink the milk from other animals.  We will talk more about that later.”

“Let’s see.  What other differences do we have?  As a whole, we go to sleep earlier and get up earlier than you do.  We do have artificial lights, as you do, but we want to stay with our natural body cycles.  We are much healthier when we sleep during the night.”

“Our people are much thinner since we eat our natural foods.  We have a more advanced technology than your planet, though it may not look like it at first.”  Nyani said.  “Would you like to come with your Dad to visit Fruitoka soon?”

“Oh, I’d love to!” beamed Stacy.

“Great.  You are actually ready.  It’s your Dad we have to prepare.  Our method of travel involves an energy transfer of very high vibrations.  The more pure your body is, the easier the journey.”

“Steve, hold on to the stone again,” said Nyani.  “You’ve been eating fresher foods without even realizing it.  True change is like that, it’s not forced.”

Steve took the stone.  “You really think we might go soon, and take Stacy?  Is it safe.”

“It’s quite safe.  It’s a little bit of work and takes some arranging, but safe.  This stone does more than just translate.  It measures quite a bit as it gets your imprint, but right now we just want your overall vibration level.”

“That’s it,” Nyani said as she took the stone back from Steve.  “In just a few more days you’ll be ready!  Try eating just fruit for breakfast every day for a few days and that should do it.  If you are willing, cut out the sausage.  That’s the lowest vibration food you’ve been eating.”

“We like to do a lot of sports on Fruitoka.  I have so much I’d like to show you but for our first visit we are going to a Sahila tournament.  I want Stacy to have some fun there.  Sahila is a sports contest with four teams, using something like your frisbee.”

“This is getting really interesting,” replied Steve.  “I don’t know what to say, except that we will be looking forward to it.”

“So will I, ” said Nyani.  Then she turned to Stacy and said, “And you take care of that pretty hair.  We don’t have many redheads on Fruitoka, so you will be noticed.  Bye for now.”

“Oh, and be hungry when we go.  I’ll provide the food,” she added.

Second Visit from Nyani

May 29th, 2009 11 comments

Visit 2, in which Nyani shares her favorite fruit with Steve.  

Steve sat on his porch again in the late May afternoon.  He wondered about Nyani and what her world was like.  He had thought a lot about her since the last visit.

This time Nyani came walking down the street in a white dress.  She said, “Hi Steve, you don’t need the translator stone anymore, it knows your imprint.”

“Does that mean I won’t hear any more of your beautiful native language?” Steve asked.  “It sounded almost Hawaiian. ”

“Oh, you will have the chance.  We have many languages on Fruitoka.  Even in the country I’m from, we have many regions, kind of like your Untied States of America.”

Steve laughed and said, “That would be the United States of America.”  

Nyani blushed quickly.  “Well, I’m just going on what I’ve seen.  Or, maybe that translator didn’t get your imprint right after all.”  They both laughed.

“You mean to tell me you’ve been traveling in other areas on this planet as well.”

“Of course”, replied Nyani.  “As you said yourself, I’m not exactly Alien looking.  Don’t you think I pass rather well as an earthling.”  She twirled around in her dress to show off the outfit.

“Very well,” Steve admitted.  

“I have been paying more attention to my food since you came last time.” Steve said.  “I haven’t made loads of changes yet.  But I am noticing that much of my food isn’t really alive.  I mean, most of it came from something alive, I think, but it’s been processed and combined until it’s pretty dead.”

“Well, in that case, I’ve got something very alive to share with you.  It’s my favorite fruit.”  Nyani opened her waist pack and pulled out a roundish fruit a little smaller than a softball.  The fruit was reddish with slight purple spots.  On the stem end of the fruit was a raised part about an inch high.  The stem was still attached.

Nyani said, “This is a Rutan.  It came from my own tree.  The taste is something like your dates.  It’s very sweet and rich, but it’s more juicy than a date.  Will you get a knife and and two spoons?”

Steve went inside and got what they needed, bringing out a plate as well.  

Nyani had Steve cut the rutan right down the center, revealing small seeds in a semicircle on each cut half.  “You can eat the seeds, but the peel is rather tough, so we just scoop it out with a spoon, ” she said.

As Steve let the sweet juicy flavor fill his mouth, Nyani said, “Raising food is more than growing enough food to fill your stomach.  Growing your own food is a spiritual process.  You convert starpower, or sunlight, into the vibrations that literally build your body and mind.  Tending fruit trees is something almost all of us do in Fruitoka.”

Steve wanted to see her planet, and thought about his upcoming visit.  If they had more fruit that tasted this good, he had yet another reason for going!  The rutan was rich and satisfying, and reminded him of some black grapes he had once eaten on a trip to California.  He could just feel that the grapes were more vital and powerful than other grapes he’s eaten.  The rutan was full of energy in a similar way.

Nyani’s voice interrupted his thoughts.  “Call upon the people of your planet to plant more fruit trees, and to eat more fruit to clear and heal their bodies and your planet.  I’ve got to go now, but I’ll see you soon.”

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Nyani’s First Visit from Fruitoka

May 22nd, 2009 82 comments

Visit 1:  This is Nyani’s first visit to Earth from Fruitoka.  In this visit she explores why we don’t grow our own food near our homes.  Note – This is a Story.

Attention:  Since this is Nyani’s first visit, I’ll provide a note of explanation here.  Fruitoka is a planet where the people live on a fruit-based diet.  I sent out a call for help from advanced planets and Fruitoka answered.  They sent a delegate to visit us.  Nyani is pronounced “Nigh-On-Ee”, with an emphasis on the “On”.

I arranged for her to meet an American named Steve.  Steve is a pretty average American with a wife and two children.  He eats the standard American Diet.  However, I’ve been briefing Steve on some of the food, energy, and political issues facing our planet.  

I wanted him to be (somewhat) prepared for Nyani’s visit.  Nyani was at first named Firty.  I held a contest to “Rename Firty” – this explains some of the comments on this page.

The Visit

Steve sat on his front porch as a young woman walked down the street towards his home.  She was thin, average height, with blond hair.  Steve thought she was quite pretty.  She walked up his sidewalk, smiled, then spoke for a few seconds in a beautiful language he could not understand.

Then she reached into a small bag tied around her waist, and handed Steve an oblong green stone about four inches across.  The woman said, “Hi Steve, I’m Nyani.  You should be able to understand me now.  The stone is a universal translator.  I just wanted you to hear a bit of my real language.”

Steve sat in shocked silence for a second, then replied, “You don’t look like you’re from another planet.  I expected someone a little more… different.”

“Well, Christopher may not have prepared you enough.  Our planet is near the star you call Procyon B.  We are 11.4 light years away, as you call it.  Our planet is slightly smaller than yours, about 24,000 miles around.  Our people look very much like you.  Fruitoka’s population is nearing ten billion.”

“Would you like to come in?”  Steve slowly asked.

“No, let’s stay out here.  I much prefer to be outside.  Where are all the people, by the way?  And where on earth are your food trees?  Christopher said that on your planet now most of the food is grown many miles from your homes.  I found this hard to believe, but it seems to be the case.  Tell me why?”

“Let’s go around to the back yard,” said Steve.  “We have some fruit trees, or food trees.”  As they rounded the corner of the house to the back yard Steve proudly showed Nyani an apple tree and a peach tree.  “There they are.”

“But certainly this can’t feed your family.”

“No, it doesn’t.  We get food from the store, but it comes from all over.  In our country a small percentage of the people grow lots of food for everybody else.  I think only 2 percent of the people now grow most of the food.”

“And you think this is a good situation?”  asked Nyani.  “How can your food be fresh?  How can it be ripe?  How do you get enough food into the cities before it loses its water content?”  Nyani looked very puzzled.  “We will have to plan a visit to Fruitoka so you can see our planet.”

“You mean me travel there?  Can I do that?”  Steve was starting to wonder what he had volunteered for.

“Of course you can.  As long as you can access the 7th dimension for the holojump.  We may have to work on your density level to reach the 7th.  It’s a higher vibration, you know.”

“Uhhh, yeah,” replied Steve, wondering whether the ‘density’ referred to his body or his brain.  He looked down sheepishly at his tummy, which hung over his belt more than he liked.

Nyani said quickly “Look, part of why I’m here is to show how things could be in your world.  We have a climate very similar to Earth, and we grow most of our own food very close to where we eat it.  I was told to keep this visit short so I wouldn’t overwhelm you.  It may take a few visits from me before you are ready for a trip.”

“You have some people even on Earth who love to grow food,” Nyani went on.  “More and more people are awaking and wanting to be healthy and be kind to your planet.  We will explore more about these people on other visits.  You, and everyone on this planet, can make a difference.  How you spend your money is one way you vote on what exists in your world.”

“Steve, for right now, start to look at your food and ask where it came from.  What is it made of?  When was it picked?  Where in the world, and in what soil, was it grown?  Good bye for now.”

As Steve waved feebly and muttered a good-bye, Nyani walked back down the street.