Lahia, a Tale Beyond Time

[short story by Sha’Tara]

Once upon a time, well let’s just say, beyond time, there is a very pretty little world orbiting its only sun. The world is named Lahia. Much sentient life exists, better put, lives on Lahia. Some are bipeds, some quadrupeds, some are plants of various shapes and species.  There are winged fairies and dragons too, if you want to call them that. All sentient life exists in perfect harmony here and it may surprise some non-Lahians to know that nothing and no one ever dies on Lahia. It is, as are most worlds deep in the galaxy, a self-healing and self-perpetuating system. Various kinds of leadership comes and goes on Lahia, mostly for the benefit of visitors, as the Lahians themselves rely on their sense of empathy to interact impeccably with one another. The horror of violence is unknown while any conflict that may arise is resolved instantly within the mind of those touched by it.

Today, which is Everyday, Lahia is being visited by alien strangers it has never encountered. These aliens arrive in a toy spaceship as the Lahians think of it. No one has used spaceships to travel since times before the end of time and the concept only exists in Lahian collective memory.

Lahians are a very calm and self assured people, that, by the way, including all sentient life on the planet. They are also impeccable hosts to all who visit their world. They gracefully accept the presence of the noisy, smelly, ugly contraption landed in a field outside their main city. A happy delegation of various sentience is assembled to go meet and greet the visitors. As always, music and dancing accompanies the delegates who form a small contingent of some three hundred sentients.

What comes out of the toy ship are bipeds, so the bipedal Lahians come forward to greet these strange looking aliens wearing not only clothes, but what appears to be armour and helmets. Noises emanate from the aliens and it takes the Lahians by surprise: a language they do not know. Deep remembrances are called forth and the language is deciphered. Much conversation ensues, most of which leaves the Lahians quite perplexed. These aliens, it seems, have come from a planet called “Earth” and call themselves humans. In reading their simplistic thoughts it seems obvious to the Lahian humans that these creatures are misinformed: they are not human at all and there is something terribly wrong about their thinking and deportment. They are looking at some of the Lahian delegation with thoughts of killing, of food, of eating!

A message is sent to the Lahian honorary queen Ishtar, impressing upon her the urgency of the situation regarding the landed toy space ship and its occupants. They impart to her the thoughts coming from the helmeted strangers and concepts such as killing, eating; of food, which can only be related to by invoking pre-time-end galactic sentient behaviour.

Ishtar appears, naked and unadorned except for her golden sash of office. She “speaks” to the aliens and asks them to remove their helmets, uniforms, clothes and return their weapons to the toy ship. After much arguing on the part of the Earthian aliens, they finally comply. The Lahian delegates are dismayed by the terrible stench and odours of non-life coming from the now naked Earthians each time they move. With a circle formed around them they are taken to a small pond fed by a waterfall and ordered by Ishtar to bathe themselves in it. Then she asks some of the boys and girls in the delegation to join they visitors in the pond and help them wash themselves.

This done, the aliens are taken to a knoll overlooking the city and there, as explained, they will attend a council at which they will be able to explain why they are on Lahia, and what their intentions are. Ishtar realizes the aliens are “hungry” – a form of ancient body need she can still relate to – and informs the aliens that they will be fed during the council session. Indeed, while questions and answers go back and forth between various curious Lahians and the leader of the Earthian delegation, these realize that they are no longer hungry and feel exactly as if they had eaten fully of their favourite foods. The leader, captain Alexi Manon, thanks his hosts, quite uncomprehending as to how they were fed.

Ishtar, a direct descendant of a forebear who had once inhabited the world from which these aliens claim to come, uses her remembrances to probe the minds of the aliens in deeper ways than the delegation would have ever allowed itself to use. To the Lahians, what Ishtar is doing would have seemed to be grossly invasive but their queen reserves for herself many prerogatives her people would not want to use and would in any case never have use for. That is why Ishtar is the honorary queen after all. If counting by time, she is the oldest of the Lahians and probably one of the oldest Galactic Elders.

She discovers many disturbing patterns in the alien minds and decides on a course of action. She asks the Earthian spacefarers to accompany her on a walk of a park where lovely, tall, golden stalks rise and wave in a light breeze. To the Earthians they look somewhat like sunflowers but taller and of much more graceful mien. No longer either hungry or even tired, the aliens accompany the lovely, long-limbed graceful queen, having some difficulty keeping up to her steps but not wanting to look childishly ridiculous by running beside her. She knows of their slight predicament but does not slow down. They enter the meadow of “the Goldens” as the sentience residing there names itself and a strange thing happens.

As the aliens approach the Goldens they turn they beautiful heads away and some begin to droop and wilt. Soon there is a trail of sickly Goldens through the entire meadow where the aliens are walking. Ishtar is satisfied. Her test tells her what she must do, even if it completely violates all the rules of alien life encounters since before the end of time.

“What is happening to the Goldens, my queen?” asks a Lahian delegate.

“These alien creatures are not human. They are diseased. They retain all the evils that before the end of time threatened to destroy our galaxy. They exude uncontrollable sexual lust; they are greedy, selfish, self-centred and filled with murderous thoughts. They see us and our world as an easy place to conquer, to exploit, oppress and enslave. They see us as their indentured servants and the captain has already decided that I will be his concubine.  They possess weapons which they rely upon to accomplish their mission of conquest.

“Therefore I must do what has not been done on Lahia since time ended: I must banish these aliens, send them back to their toy ship and fling them out into space to fare as they may. Then I must send a message to all sentients throughout the galaxy that a ship full of very sick Earthians is travelling through, the name and description of the vessel, and a warning to not give them landing or any kind of sanctuary. They carry a poison, a disease, that could once again corrupt our worlds, and perhaps because we were foolish enough to care for them, our own corruption may well be irremediable this time.”

“As impossible as it seems for me to say so, my queen, but should we not terminate them?”

“No! Death is the poison! They carry death within them and if we kill them, that disease will naturally enter us and our children. Time will return and we will begin to die once again. Our children will become sick and violence will arise between species. Look into your remembrances, delegate, and see for yourself what it was like once, if you dare!

Ishtar, using a power she has not needed since time ended, orders the Earthians back upon their ship. In her mind she goes inside their primitive computers and wipes out all data concerning the ship’s voyages, noting that as she had correctly surmised these primitives still use “time” and “distance” as means to measure their progress. She removes herself from the ship and sends it off, knowing it would be lost forever. It saddens her deeply to have to use such ruthlessness but she knows too well what the alternative means. Time, and therefore death, to return to Lahia, and that with a vengeance, if the aliens are given safe sanctuary anywhere.

The Endeavor-Korov, as the ship had been known at launch on Earth would travel empty space, pushed away from sentient worlds by collective mind, going on until all Earthian life aboard has died. It would crash on a bare rocky moonlet, its parts gradually scattering until no sign of its existence remains.

26 thoughts on “Lahia, a Tale Beyond Time

  1. jim-

    Nobody that lives here likes this system either. So why does most everyone want to spread it? Great little story with a lot of reality.

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thanks Jim. Some must like it, they certainly take advantage of its built-in processes of exploitation and oppression of life. OK, I’m not getting started on this tangent! 🙂

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      1. jim-

        I see where this could head. Once the few that strive for power over others get it, it’s pretty hard on the rest of us. We can do pretty well under the radar but are always forced to play at certain waypoints.

      2. Sha'Tara Post author

        Seems like good observations and conclusions. Of course we have “choices” but until we learn to reckon with our “programming” (which most discount to their ever-loss) nothing can ever change. We will experience cycles, but never real and permanent “evolutionary” change from which we cannot return. As a species we will need to cross a barrier, as yet unadmitted to exist and bar the gate forever. That means a mutation which goes beyond choice. By choice only we will never make it “out of here”. We could, but we will not, emphasis on will.

      3. Sha'Tara Post author

        Yes, and as in “The Hunger Games” we are expected to lose; the winners having been pre-chosen. Upsets are rare and swiftly countered.

    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Grazie, Shera! Un film huh? Ehi, perché no! Posso vederlo ora che ne parli. Un bel dramma, forse con un po ‘più di sesso in scena?

      (A movie huh? Hey, why not! I can see it now that you mention it. Good drama, maybe with a little more sex thrown in?)

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  2. Lisa R. Palmer

    This story saddens me greatly, and I’m trying to understand why? Partly because the mere presence of the Earthians is sufficient to corrupt an entire utopian civilization, I suppose. I mean, Ishtar, the Honorary Queen was corrupted upon contact, choosing to act as Judge, Jury and Executioner in order to “protect” her people. But by doing so, she instantly falls into the language and experience of both Time and Space, casting them out to drift aimlessly, and “warning” all Others away until the threat is neutralized. And to do so, she must employ barbaric (passively violent) methods, corrupting the Earthians’ means of survival…

    Such judgment has no place on Lahia. Nor would such an environment encourage a single being making decisions for the collective; it reeks of “power”, which seems contrary to the civilization’s norms. As Ishtar points out, Lahia is already infected…

    But to not welcome the Earthians, at first, would involve pre-judging them; also a principle at odds with the very essence of the Lahian way of being…

    Perhaps I’m making too much of this. The story itself is eloquent, the logic of it consistent and reasonable. Yet it still “feels” deeply “wrong,” as if the disease of Earthian life corrupts even the idea of other ways of being.

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  3. Sha'Tara Post author

    Thanks for that comment Lisa. The story itself stems from my teachings by the Altarians. Earth by any standard of any evolved human society is considered to be utterly corrupt and is basically held in quarantine. Direct traffic involving physical/material presence between Earthians and other surrounding sentient races is not permitted. Mind-crossing is a different thing altogether, though not without its own dangers. Earthians are simply put, pure poison on every level, physical (they carry death in their bodies), mental (they are programmed without the sense to choose right from wrong), spiritual (corrupted by religious enterprises) and etheric (they are mockers and degraders of things they wish to know nothing about.) Therefore Earth remains “out here” on the fringes of a civilization the like of which we know little or nothing at all about, and we go on thinking our little thoughts, and spewing our little scientific “discoveries” and sling-shotting little unmanned space vehicles that will never arrive anywhere, and any manned ones will spin about the solar system and return “home” or crash out there. Until we mutate into a race of empathetic being that can be called truly human we will never be allowed to leave this system. It is a prison if not intended to punish but to contain.
    Quoting your last line: ” Yet it still “feels” deeply “wrong,” as if the disease of Earthian life corrupts even the idea of other ways of being.” Yes, it does. That is what we fail to understand, or realize within our own prison system. We fail to reckon with the power inherent to corruption on all (not just some) levels of beingness, and we naturally do nothing about it. We complain, scratch where it itches most, poke and move pieces here and there but the essence of our innate corruption is never tackled. Categorically put: we are poison, to ourselves, our children, surrounding sentient life, our world, our solar system and anywhere else we could go to, should we ever be allowed to, or able to break out of our quarantine. Remember the lesson of Babel. We had found a way to break free – the tower to the heavens simply means space travel – and the Elohim, probably those in charge of “security,” put an end to that in a very drastic way. (That is one interpretation of the event. The results were horrific for us, putting our evolution back thousands of years, but necessary and salutary for the galaxy. We lost our unity and all our advanced technology in one fell swoop.) Perhaps my short story illustrates the Babel one.

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  4. Regis Auffray

    A very imaginative and engaging account; certainly not very complimentary towards the people come from Earth. Thank you for sharing, Sha’Tara.

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  5. franklparker

    Nice ideas, well put together, as always. However, I detect inconsistency in the internal logic: if time has ceased to exist, how can the Lahians have ‘remembrances’? Sorry, got my critic’s hat on!

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Yo Frank, I love a good discussion on difficult topics dealing with accepted views. I’ve been looking into the time concept for many years and learned a few things about it. What is time but a measure? Would a meter-long stick not be a meter-long stick, shorter, longer, or disappear completely if we had nothing to measure it with? If it did not have a name, would an elephant disappear? If it stepped on my toes, would I not feel it because it hasn’t yet been named? Uncountable events go by us that are never time-measured and yet they happen. If we did not have time, what would actually change? If we decided to do away with all time measurements, clocks, etc, what would essentially change? If we stopped counting days, would there be less days? Less years? Time is that tape measure in the pocket we pull out when we insist we need to know how long something takes to begin and end. It changes nothing to the beginning and the ending. But perhaps on the long run, once we are totally freed (cured!) from the time curse we may find our own “infinity” in the exchange. In my world everything is possible. Is it possible to live in a timeless eternity? The answer to that is “yes” and to those who think it ridiculous, what’s ridiculous about it? It’s never happened? It doesn’t happen? We only “know” this because we’ve only observed life through the lens of time.

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  6. Woebegone but Hopeful

    Another of your signature tales Sha’ Tara warning us to change out ways.
    Perhaps an explanation to the Fermi Paradox. Maybe we’ve be sanctioned as ‘Off Limits’?

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      According to the Teachers, yes, Earth is in a “quarantine” loop because of the endemic violence it engenders on all levels of life – it’s modus operandi is predation. That is not something that can be controlled or managed except through periods of violent mass deaths and genocide. Despite all the romantic schmaltz written or videoed about this world and the “natural” aspect of “the food chain”, it remains a diseased killer place. There are many very serious questions Earthians should be asking themselves, the major one being, “Is predation a necessity or could there be another way of interacting between ourselves and all other species?” The social “switch” from religionism to darwinism has been of no value to us in that respect: both tolerate and accept the violence of predation; of the more powerful being naturally entitled to kill and eat the weaker. As long as we insist on living within such a system how can we hope to ever become compassionate beings and pull our world out of its endemic violence? Well, we still hope and that’s why I insist that “hope” like “love” have proven themselves to be false concepts, useless to anyone on the long run and I would not say that if I did not know of a better way that requires neither.

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      1. Woebegone but Hopeful

        WE do seem to be locked into a mindset that if we invent a concept we promptly use it as a means of suppression and brining out the worst in folks.
        I have encountered as much intolerance and narrow-mindedness in some devotees of Richard Dawkins as I would from any Evangelic Fundamentalist.
        In the UK you can be hard put to separate the extreme Left from the extreme Right when it comes to venom, hate and blind ignorance.
        Whatever happened to ‘Brother’ & ‘Sister’. ‘Friend’?
        Maybe the rescue lies in the hands of the ‘small’ folk working away selflessly on their own ‘small’ patches of goodness?

  7. Sha'Tara Post author

    Yes, “hope” and “love” have been turned into methods for exploitation; to feed the propaganda and “gambling casinos” of religion, the state and money.
    I think that our concept of “rescue” as in deliberately pulling ourselves up by our own bootstraps is simply flawed. The idea is locked into the ancient belief of divine intervention, as bloodily and graphically described in the book of Revelation. Sure, the small who choose to remain small and to help, rather than exploit and oppress or practice predation on others, can, and do, make a difference to current circumstances for those being helped. But that is not how the massive wave of growing oppression, spiritual and moral corruption, can be countered. Another, natural and irreversible, process has to be ignited that will simply absorb and “disappear” man’s propensity to every form of violence. I call it a mutation that finds nothing of value or interest in any kind of violence. Anything attached to, or developed from, violence simply dies off, cast off and forgotten. I believe/sense/foresee that as a species and as a world we have yet to endure one last massive wave of oppressive violence during which the violent – regardless of species – will attack and kill each other without respite until little is left, just enough to seed new life here, devoid of any kind of violent tendency. There will be many “shepherds” of this new life interacting will all species on this world then; sentience becoming alive and self-aware, empathetically able to communicate with each other across species, etc., but to go there, to even begin to explain what I’ve been shown, I’d need to write a novel… which in these times would come across as either a tremendously boring tome, or if written as science fiction, would remain, like “The Hunger Games” or “Harry Potter” but pure entertainment. People are just not willing to contemplate change on the scale required to “rescue” this, their one and only world. So the change required will come from what I’d term the Life Source, not from this failed Earthian species.

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