Chapter 1 

In this sudden turn of events what had been so familiar became shattered. It produced a sinking feeling, a nauseated sense that perhaps all those who I thought were wrong were right after all. Perhaps there was more to things than the obvious. The women I knew had odd theories they had attempted to foist on me. “There are spaceships behind Halley’s comet,” one said. Another believed that flying saucers were seen going and coming in the cone of Mt. Lassen, a mountain I had climbed around in my youth. Another female acquaintance insisted that in the ancient days extraterrestrials had come down and had intercourse with human women to produce a new species. And I had lived with a woman who believed she could telepathically communicate with a “space being,” as she called it named Zogar. She had printed some of his messages in the margins of dictionaries she had on the bookshelf. “Zogar says the Earth is disliked in the rest of the universe.” “Zogar dreams of black Earth women.”

In a moment of horror I thought that this sudden voyage would meet up with all of these entities that the women I knew believed in and the universe would be revealed as something different than I thought it was.

David Eide
January 24, 2014