Needless to say, I got a lot of strange looks, but perhaps more by luck than design, I eventually found two fellow Behehn, a brother and sister who have become such central figures in my life. (They have requested that I not reveal their identities in this article.) They confirmed they were chipped and in communication with the aliens, who had informed them they would soon be approached by a peer and asked to assist with the development of TELEPORT, a multidimensional transport system which would open the Earth to Qedin. Ah, what a day that was! To find some others - some other Behehn. And the very ones who had been called to join me in this work. My God, how wonderful that felt.

We were nearing the end of July by now, when Ley informed me that by the end of the next work week, the TELEPORT system would be ready and presented to the world. I laughed, wondering how the three of us could create such a thing in such a short period of time. That was before I experienced what happens when three Behehn are in contact with each other, what happens when they meditate and create together, the incredible things which arise.

There isn't space here to go into all the details, but suffice to say for the next five days none of us slept, kept awake and perfectly aware by a joint creative force plugged into Qedin. That power flowed in from the Plan Δet Yenaa, from millions of physical and metaphysical lives, and brought the life to our work.

It was a week of impossibilities. On the first day we formed a company, Red Kore Communications, to develop and market this TELEPORT system, which would open Qedin by transporting humans to other, non-physical dimensions. We designed a logo and business cards, and the various other things which would make us look "official". At lunchtime, a fat envelope arrived in the mail, stuffed with a hundred hundred-dollar bills to cover our costs and the debt I'd recently fallen into. It came from the Ashram of Peace, Love and the Seventh Way, my future employer.

The next day, during an incredibly deep group meditation, I channelled the words of Plan Δ ("Delta"), the document which would guide our development and later serve as instructions for TELEPORT. Through a mantra-style chanting of Plan Δ, I was propelled into the wildest astral flights I'd ever experienced, during which the concepts of TELEPORT were formed, the 12-stage sequence becoming the base and passing through a number of permutations. The sister had recently worked in consumer packaging, the brother in marketing, and together they devised brilliant ideas for how to turn my often abstract thoughts into a workable product.

The base sequence was the core, and would be formed into patterns, or letters. By the end of the second day, the three of us were fluent in the language of TELEPORT, and we used it to bring in other ideas, other shapes which suggested this product was but the first in a series. It was decided that the system's symbols, a collection of codes and geometric oddities, should be printed on white plastic cards, like credit cards, and boxed and wrapped in a manner which suggested alien communication. We would include a plastic sleeve and lanyard, so that people could wear their cards round their necks, and a cute little magnet for the fridge.

Of course, before we invested in all of this stuff, we needed to actually test the system. We did this on the third day, transporting ourselves to the palaces and beyond. It was obviously working very well, and while we wondered whether as Behehn we had some special access and should really test the thing on the "normal" people we were targeting, all of it seemed so right to us that we decided to just go with it. Orders were placed with the various suppliers, and by the sort of miracle we were coming to expect, everything arrived the following morning: cards and boxes, sleeves and lanyards, and latex gloves to put the kits together.

Click on the 'NEXT' arrow for page 4

Share this article with:

More articles by Marc Fiszman: • The Mekeer: Yenaa • The Mekeer: Preparatory • The Mekeer: First Contact