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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.