Objects transmitted in a realm of energy beyond the speed of light are not and cannot be from solar systems within our universe. They come to us from the source of energy that creates our universe and all within it. They come from outside the universe.
Ancient mythology and religion refer repeatedly to the hidden and mysterious forces of creation. Many such references allude to apparitions in the skies, the UFO of bygone days. Perhaps the ancients knew more than we give them credit for. Perhaps they were clueing us in on valuable information and knowledge. To be sure, some of the information is garbled and unintelligible; but part of the message, coded to us over the centuries, comes in loud and clear and repeated abundantly. Shouldn't we pay attention?
A Bactrian sage (ancient country of Northern Asia) by the name of Zoroaster or Zarathustra devoted his life to understanding the hidden principles of science.
Zarathustra was born about 628 BC but was quite modern. He believed in morality and truth and said that all material substance is energy and energy is substance. Professor Einstein concurred, although some years passed before he developed the formula e=mc2. Zarathustra went further and said that the source of all energy lies beyond the velocity of light in another world of energy where time and space do not exist. To quote from the 'Zend Avesta', the book of knowledge he inspired, "Time is nothing [in the world that exists beyond the velocity of light], but much to man whose sleep is short." Zoroaster also passed along a belief which became confused in the long ages that followed the writing of the Zend. This belief was that the essence of life enters all things that become life from a source of energy just beyond the velocity of light, and that the energy of the essence is a constant energy. This essence (of which the sage was well aware) existed as a constant flow of energy above 186,282 miles per second. He called it 'fravashe', or spirit.
As to UFO, the Zend mentions twenty four messengers of the eternal light of another dimension that Zoroaster observed in the glittering cold of a Bactrian night. Could these be the same twenty-four illuminated objects that appeared over south Seattle in 1967? (Incidentally, Zoroaster named the velocity of light 'Ormazda', or 'King of Light'. If you strike off the first two letters of Ormazda, it becomes quite modern.)
Perhaps information from a million years ago, close to the beginnings of man, was passed down to Zoroaster from the ancient past. Unfortunately, following generations distorted his meanings and the truths he discovered were maligned. Later followers of the book of Zend became fire worshippers and idolators. Sadly, the adulteration of fact by fable has been the history of mankind.
In the vision of St. John the Divine in the Hebrew Bible's Book of Revelation is this allusion to the metaphysical forces of energy: "In the midst of seven golden lamps stands one, resembling a human being, head white as snow, feet like unto fine brass as if they burned in a furnace, his voice the sound of many waters . . . " Also St. John: ". . . and a door was opened into heaven and 'round and about His throne were four and twenty seats, 24 . . . clothed in gleaming raiment . . . and a sea of glass like unto crystal and seven lamps of fire burning . . . and four beasts full of eyes . . . " Again we see the numbers four and 24 repeated.
To the ancient mind, since there was no recourse to the devious methods of modern science, apparitions riding through the skies in unmechanized times were frightening and guilt-provoking. Whole religions came into being as the result of misinterpretations of what was seen. Far easier to penalize oneself and placate the conscience by building false images to creation than to understand the cause and meaning of that creation, or to interpret a message transmitted from the outside limits of our universe. This was expecially true since the meaning was obscured by the immense distances of celestial space above and the black pit of non-comprehension below.
And so, in all the ancient records handed down to us by all the races of men who have been able to write a history of themselves, there has been no definitive inquiry into the meanings of cause and effect in the laws of nature, whether of the laws of physical materiality or of the world outside the physical. To be sure, the ancients often fielded the question, 'Who am I?' but the answer became lost in the dark mumbo jumbo of superstition and ineptitude. The question, 'What am I?' died on their lips stillborn. How does one answer a question that has no meaning unless one relates it to knowledge?
Ancient peoples who saw manifestations of the unknown in the skies of Sumeria, Egypt, Persia, Media, Assyria, and China devised various explanations for the phenomena. Their gods were angry, bringing them war and pestilence, misery and death; or their gods were in a show-off mood, wanting to impress, throwing out strange beams of light across the atmosphere of earth, perhaps gliding across it in chariots. One who lived in those times would have seen the gods in their wonderfully bizarre skychariots, defying natural laws, commanding gravity to withhold its force, disappearing and reappearing at will, thumbing their noses at the little people below in dazzling executions of arrogance. This was, perhaps, the interpretation by the ancients of the unexplainable phenomena that they saw.
One who flew a sabre jet across those ancient skies would have been considered a divinity forever after. Without question, he would have been a god, and time and retelling would probably have added seven heads, horns, and a fountain of fire and smoke gushing out of his mouth.
No one would have asked about such an air craft, 'What is it made of? How does it maintain its position and speed? What is its energy or fuel supply? What is the reason for its existence? Are there principles of fact and science that apply to this strange wanderer in the sky?' The apparitions the ancients saw moving in their atmosphere were not recorded accurately. But neither were those good people liars.
Today our libraries are crowded with the salient facts of existence in a material world. Our airplanes swarm the four corners of the earth. Our crowded freeways and exploding population perhaps presage the doomsday mushroom of a greater explosion -- the hydrogen bomb. Our feet touch the moon. And a quick look into the future might predict human civilizations colonizing an empire on the stars of another galaxy.
Yet for one question, with all our knowledge, we have come up with no good answer: 'What am I?'
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