Meeting the Tau Cetians

It was the early morning hours of March 12, 2011 - the day following the cabal instigating the Fukashima nuclear meltdown. I instinctively knew what the cabal would do - drag the resulting radiation around the globe via controlling the jet streams - which is precisely what they did.

That day had been a hard one one me. I'd fallen asleep on my living room sofa and was in a deep sleep.In my mind I heard "Get up. You must get up now."Wha??? One eye open I glanced at the clock. It was minutes after 2 a.m."Go to bed!" I mumbled, and rolled over to go back to sleep.

"No. Get up! You must get up now!" more insistent this time. I sat up and looked around. It was then I noticed that there was a silhouette of a figure standing in my bedroom doorway. The same door I'd closed before lying on the couch.Probably the damn military spooks messing with me again with a holograph, I thought.

I picked up the cap of a flashlight I'd been fixing, lying on the coffee table in front of me and flung it at the silhouette. I figured if it was a hologram, the flashlight cap would pass through the hologram, matter settled and I could go back to sleep.The flashlight cap hit something soft, then fell to the wood floor and rolled.

"You really shouldn't throw things at me," the voice said.

Okie dokie, NOT a hologram, Houston we have a problem! As though to show me anything I could do, it could do better, the silhouette levitated my TV remote control off the coffee table and set it to spinning wildly in midair in front of me. I figured that was alien for KNOCK IT OFF WITH THE THROWING THINGS AT ME!

I picked up a lantern flashlight and walked over to the silhouette in my bedroom door, shining the flashlight at its face. At first I couldn't tell if it was male or female due to the funky Roman haircut and almost pretty facial features. But by the time I got to his chest I pretty well had things figured out. And what a chest it was! I'd never seen such ripped abs. This guy was eye candy and that flashlight beam wasn't moving any too quickly.

"Are you finished yet?" my visitor asked in a tone an exasperated parent on their last nerve would use on their unruly child.

I was tempted to say "Give me a minute..." but didn't want to end up spinning wildly in midair along with my TV remote control, so thought better of spending more time checking our my visitor's abs.

"The ONLY way to save your planet now..." my Tau Cetian visitor, Shaid 'A said, and launched into a plan in which humanity would all band together, everyone chip in a buck or two and we'd buy up the Amazon Rainforest so that we privately owned it rather than the cabal.

I wasn't quite sure what buying up a rainforest had to do with the Fukushima nuclear accident but it didn't matter.

"Great plan if you could get 8 billion Terrans to work together," I said. "But you can't get 10 Terrans to work together for any length of time before they're ripping each other's faces off. So your plan would never work."

With that, Shaid 'A said "I must go now", walked into my dining area THROUGH my plate glass window and onto my front lawn, leaving a trail of beautiful flowers in his wake. He waded INTO my front lawn until he disappeared, like a person wading into water until they disappear beneath the surface.

This was all illuminated by a bright white light from above but I couldn't tell you what was making that light. I'll be honest...I was too busy scoping out Shaid 'A's butt. (And I fine butt it was I might add!)

There's a humorous postscript to this story as so often happens in we and the ET's getting to know one another - that huge learning curve I mentioned earlier.

I had to meet Jmmanuel on the ship and was waiting for him to come out of the meeting he was in.

When he came out he said to me "Just ran into an aquaintance of yours."

"Oh yeah? Who?"

"Let's put it this way," he said. "He wanted me to ask you if you enjoyed the view from the rear."

"Ohhhh...Shaid 'A! Well...that depends on which view he's referring to. The flowers were a nice touch but that butt of his? WHOA MOMMA!"

Jmmanuel stared at me for a moment before shouting "ARE YOU TRYING TO CAUSE A GALACTIC INCIDENT WOMAN?!! CHECKING OUT THE BEHIND OF A CETIAN AMBASSADOR?!!"

Ooops.

I had to think fast. "Just tell Shaid 'A that on Terra it's considered a compliment if a woman scopes out a man's butt. It means she thinks he's hot."

I never heard any reaction to this but at the next star nation meeting my friend, Zara was scheduled to meet Shaid 'A. "After you're introduced to him, tell him your friend Gracie told you he was really hot with a really hot butt and ask him if he'd mind if you scoped it out." I instructed her.

So that's what she did - much to Jmmanuel's complete horror. Shaid 'A spun around so fast to let Zara scope out his butt that I thought his head was going to fly right off his shoulders. And he let her look as long as she wanted to!

I said to Jmmanuel "Pay attention, dear. Terran Diplomacy 101. Doesn't matter what star, planet, galaxy, solar system, or universe you men come from, you're all the same - and putty in our hands."

He never corrected me on ET etiquette again. Shaid 'A and I? We became the best of buds.