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The following has been received and decrypted by the clever canines assisting the team at SETI Station Waihopai, near Marlborough in New Zealand's South Island.
Suppressed by international conspiracy for 20 years, now
it is freely available for all, the first part of a larger work, taken
from the dedication to Peter Pullthru's History, the story of an alien
world. Peter Pullthru is himself an alien. These are his words:
oOo
For my Dad. We were watching a well-known science fiction show on television. That week it was a story about God. My Dad said, "You could do better than that!" I thought, possibly not, but it would be fun trying.
For secrets never told to anyone, even under duress, even until death by torture, for what true fear is there in the hearts of the faithful who know of the wrath of God and of their ancestors who stand with Him in Heaven.
For soldiers, firemen, airmen, ground crew and sailors, even office workers and technicians, any and all who have been exposed to a little too much sunshine, or Agent Orange, depleted uranium or other poisonous tools of war, hot or cold, fast or slow, including all natural hazards, including emotional stress (for what terrors there are that our children should not see) while in the service of the peace of nations, known or unknown, compensated or ridiculed.
For fathers and mothers, once gone, always well dressed and honoured for their sacrifice.
For soldiers and teachers, as all good fathers are, and mothers too, who will do anything to protect their families and always do.
For veterans, always soldiers, always owed a debt by their governments, yet unpaid, forgotten.
May your future life see you again on Zerozone where your King will house and feed you and your family and educate your family, protecting your loved ones while you toil in His name and after even should you lose all power to do so yourself, for on Zerozone now honour, duty and service are recognised as precious, rewarded in Heaven and on Zerozone.
For the many who will serve our united and peaceful world as the family of man reaches out into Heaven and on toward the stars.
For the alien beings who will first encounter us and our expanding zone of security. May they realise that we come in peace, seeking only trade and the free exchange of good mother-in-law jokes.
For the mothers of the brave pioneers who will set out to colonise our solar system, wherever the rock is firm and resources abundant, going boldly where no-one has gone before. Try not to cry, for your sons and daughters may never return except by videophone and sterilised parcel-post.
For the sons and daughters who freely choose to leave this our Zerozone and continue as God commanded, to go forth and multiply, having the kind of adventures we can only dread or dream of.
For the doctors, nurses, scientists and technicians who even now as the home guard are building up mankind´s defences against this latest wave of biological warfare, brought to us in nature´s never ceasing quest for universal harmony, who remain focused on their work as much as they may, for the enemy is fast and wise.
For our Lord, unseen still by those who remain blind, yet always present, Lord of all creation, even beyond the Black Stump at the farthest reaches of the universe, as far as He may travel by mind in one Heaven´s day, who gave up golf and came alone in His Father´s name to endure us until the end. His voice is the sound nature. We wish that His patience will not easily wither from our arrogant assaults against His creation, and that He may stoop to succor us still from our own folly.
For the mighty and the meek, the terrible and the cute, may we all realise our place in space and time as we look toward the stars and finally understand we are not lords of nature but tenant farmers in God´s garden.
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