Slim's Vision

Slim felt real good, in fact he was in ecstasy. He knew where he was and he knew that he was suspended in the air and moving toward the silver disk by some unknown force that seemed to be magnetic, but he wasn’t sure. He was bathed in a pure green light that emanated from the space craft. In his hand was the half-drank bottle of Mickey’s Malt Liquor. He looked ahead at the object hovering in front of him. It was flat and about thirty or forty feet across. He could now tell that it was hexagonal in shape and about two feet thick. In the middle of the hexagon was a smaller hexagon from which a green beam of light emanated down to the ground and up to the sky. As Slim watched, the silver color turned to translucent emerald green and he could see shapes moving around inside. The craft suddenly turned on its edge and Slim was looking directly at the huge hexagon which began expanding in its thickness. It now rested on the green column of light and projected the same column into the sky as far as Slim could see. Inside the column of light were thousands of the little white eight-pointed stars like the one on his arm that kept him from polishing off what he thought might be his last Mick. He didn’t care though, the light that engulfed him soothed him as he floated about five feet off the ground. He could see Rafe off to his left, suspended in mid stride and captured by the same green light. Slim watched as Rafe’s body slowly elevated and turned horizontal to the ground and began to be drawn toward the center hexagon which now had expanded to three or four feet across and had a rippling mercurial liquid appearance to it. Rafe was headed feet first toward this hole, but there was nothing Slim could do about it. He could only watch as his brother and best friend disappeared into the silver liquid. Right before his head went into the hexagon, two of the star lights covered his eyes and then he was gone. Slim now knew he was next and, sure enough, he began to rotate and move toward the craft and whatever fate had befallen Rafe. He didn’t care at all and he was not afraid. He felt so good, he felt so peaceful and calm that he would have thrown away the bottle of beer if he could have. But he couldn’t. He could only watch as he moved closer and closer to the liquid metallic hole. As his feet went in, the sublime feeling of ecstasy overwhelmed him and he gave in totally to whatever it was that was happening. Then two of the star lights appeared in his field of vision and he saw a bright light. When he had gone completely through the hexagonal tunnel his body began to rotate again to an upright position. The bright light gradually faded and he felt his feet touch the earth. He looked at himself and saw that he was all there and seemingly the same as he was before, except that the bottle of beer was gone. Disintegrated he supposed. He still had on his clothes but they looked all clean. He looked over and saw Rafe and his clothes were immaculately clean, too. And Rafe was talking to some girl.
What’s your name?” Slim could hear Rafe plainly ask the young lady.
“I am Star-Brinda.” She looked directly at Rafe as she spoke firmly to him. Now Slim knew that this was no ordinary woman even though she looked human in every respect. As she raised her long slim hands and bared her palms to Rafe, Slim could see the white star in each palm. She wore a green tunic tied with a serpentine gold belt the ends of which were two more of the white, eight-pointed stars. Her hair was the same golden color as her belt and her eyes were emerald green with starpointed pupils. Her complexion was a fair pinkish color that contrasted nicely with the brilliant green of her tunic. She did not wear any shoes and apparently didn’t need any since she appeared to be hovering about six inches off of the surface of the dirt and gravel road. From Slim’s vantage point she presented a look of beauty and gracefulness and he just loved the green color. When she raised her hand Rafe immediately jutted his hand out toward her as if to shake hands. She moved back immediately, “You cannot touch me as I have not yet descended to Earth.”
“Where are you from?” Rafe asked and moved back a little so as not to frighten her even though she most likely would not have been frightened anyway. He watched as she hovered and moved her body toward the East. Her right hand pointed toward the sky and she smiled.
“I am from a star in that direction.” Rafe looked but couldn’t see any star in the daylight. Then suddenly he had a mental picture of the night sky. A greenish star in the constellation of Ares stood out and he knew. His look of puzzlement caused her to smile even more. “When you passed through the portal you were prepared. Now you are able to communicate with me and understand what I am about to tell you.” She turned toward Slim and he began to move slowly toward Rafe. “You, too, have been prepared.” Slim saw the same star map that Rafe had.
“What happened to my beer?” Slim asked. She looked at him sternly.
“You have no need of that drink from this time forward.” Slim was sad for just a moment and then forgot about it.
As Slim moved toward them, Rafe asked, “ Are you by yourself?”
“No, but you cannot see the others just yet. Not until you understand what I am about to tell you,” She repeated and with that she waved her hand in front of her and the three of them were alone on the dirt road in the Kansas sun.