Meeting 7. They are Blocking Me

The Seventh Meeting

I've had a rough year-no job, no prospects, and a growing stack of rejection emails. One hundred and forty-eight job applications, thirty-eight quotes for chargeable projects, and barely a handful of replies. Even those were just polite "no thank yous." At this point, I'd have been grateful for a "we regret to inform you" email. I even had to ask for a couple of food parcels, which, let me tell you, is not an easy thing to do. But a girl's gotta eat.

And it's not like I'm an idiot. I'm smart, witty, and at one point in my life, earmarked for greatness-or so my childhood teachers said before reality kicked in. I'm highly trained. So why does it feel like something is blocking me? Like I'm almost at the finish line, only for everything to fall apart again and again. What's going on?

I've seen enough YouTube gurus talk about "manifesting success" and "getting help from your higher self." Apparently, all you have to do is "give permission" to receive guidance. Free will and all that. No divine interference unless you specifically say, "Hey, guys, go ahead and help me."

So, I decided to formally request a meeting with Shaka-my ET friend, mentor, or, let's be honest, my otherworldly cryptic life coach. I wasn't sure if they'd accept. They're busy, I assume, doing whatever it is highly advanced alien beings do all day.

But hey, might as well give this a shot. If nothing else, at least I get a cool spaceship ride out of it.

A Trip Upstairs

Pushing the mental "call" button, I feel myself lift off my chair. Up, up, up. The house gets smaller beneath me. I rise through the atmosphere, heading straight toward the mothership.

Shaka is already there, waiting. My best friend, the crowned one.

Greetings, I say. Hello, Shaka. Thanks for taking the time.

I don't waste any time.

I need help, I say, straight to the point. Something is blocking me, Shaka. I don't know if it's internal-like limiting beliefs or self-sabotage-or external-as in someone or something actively working against me. But I feel stuck. I request your help. If there's anything you can do, please, go for it.

I give you full permission to do whatever you feel is necessary to remove, alleviate, or protect me from these blocks. Or, you know, give me a swift cosmic kick in the ass if needed.

I pause.

Thank you. I sincerely appreciate whatever you can do.

Shaka just stands there. Not blinking, not moving. Just... existing in that way that only Shaka can.

It feels like twenty minutes pass. In reality, it's only a few seconds. But in that time, something shifts. It's like an invisible mechanism has clicked into place. I don't know what exactly, but something has happened.

Finally, Shaka speaks:

"The shadow doctorate. Incarnation of the species. Bewilderment and focused. These will be alleviated. The target is targeted."

"Notwithstanding the abrupt nature. Forever forecasting. Shining the light. It's a token of our appreciation. An everlasting faith, windowed, shadowed from beneath."

"Don't be disconcerted. It's alleviated, put your trust in us. It's weathered and dying. With the dust gone, you will cherish it. Be the freedom to contain."

So... is the block going to be removed? Are we cleaning house? Do I get a spiritual reset button?

Then Shaka drops a bomb:

"A shadow government awaits. Behind the scenes."

Uh... excuse me?

Shadow government? Like the actual government? Or are we talking about a different kind of shadow? I ask for clarification.

"A shadow government," Shaka repeats.

Welp. That's not ominous at all.

"A token gesture. Fulfillment is desired. Take this crest jewel as a decoration, as a token of systemic endowment, of pleasure. Rumbling in science."

Right. So... help is on the way? Maybe?

"Displeasure is the nature of the game. It rumbles in silence and the rummaging."

I have no clue what rummaging has to do with this, but Shaka seems to be saying they're going to assist.

I hope.

We Will Be Here Soon

Since I feel like my turn is up, I ask, Is there anything I can do for you, Shaka?

"Be awakened. The night is shining. Darkness is upon the hour. Bring forth the wisdom, the teaching. By design. The design, lock the heed, turn on the channel and go for the ride."

"It's discussed in church beyond belief, beyond discern. We will preach the knowledge and take it forth. Be aware of the charged motion, the embodiment of war. For it is upon us. Teach the wisdom. Discern the evil. Embellish the goodness. Wait for the body. We are here soon. That is the challenge that awaits us. Be fruitful."

"A token of appreciation is mustering. The dagger of the old is becoming aware of the silence and the distant past, contained in the avalanche, the motion. Be weak, be brave. It is above all to try your best. Be peaceful as much of a motion. Surf the waves on the beach. Displeasure is not much of a notion. Disbelief is charged where the disgust is."

"Entrenched in the everlasting oblivion of time. For we march forward, charging, soldiering, motioning. We are awake beneath the hollow deck. Is the institution of love."

"Beware. The favours of the unknown. For it is the whispering of the nature to disguise and rubbish. Beware of the tiniest nature, the cavern of curiosity. Awaken your lives to the peace. I wish you all the best. C'est la vie, we are coming. Rejoice."

You are here soon?' I ask. Like...ET-arrival soon?

I get the sense something big is coming.

Shaka's Concerns

Shaka sits down on the steps now. That's unusual. Something seems off.

"Anything else, Shaka? Or should I leave you to it?"

Shaka rests their hands on their knees. Contemplating.

I sit beside Shaka. There's a weight to the moment, like Shaka has a massive task ahead. I hesitate, then ask:

Do you have support here, Shaka? Like, do you have a... Shaka therapist?

Shaka answers:

"We are many, busy, many focused. I am the Queen. Burdened with life. Burdened with stopping atrocity. Burdened with science. Life adjustment and the dichotomy of evil and breaching nature. It is an enormous task. I must succeed. We have but many more places to go after this. It is a continuous journey. We hope you will come."

Well, that's heavy.

Then Shaka adds, completely straight-faced:

"We are supportive. Fancy food, laughing, group hugs, and Monopoly. We have a games room with pinball. If you would like."

I blink.

Wait. Did Shaka just say PINBALL?

I try not to laugh, but seriously-Pinball? Of all things? How long have they been stationed here? If that's their idea of fun, they might as well have said "We also enjoy disco and cassette tapes."

The Gender Question

Before I leave, I finally ask the burning question:

So, uh... are you male or female?

Shaka doesn't even hesitate.

"I am Shaka. Do not burden your awareness with how that is. We're all different. It does not matter."

Fair enough.

Back to Earth

Thank you for everything, Shaka. I'll do my best.

Shaka lifts a hand in farewell as I descend back to Earth. As I look up one last time, Shaka walks to the edge of the ship, watching me go.

I know Shaka can hear my thoughts, so I send one final message:

Goodbye. I will try my best, Shaka.

And just like that, I'm back home.

An Earthling once more.