The Visitors - Part 21 - 3WW, The Serialists - 24/1/2013

The Visitors

Part 21

     The meeting in Kingston Council Chamber continued into the late evening.  The old porter came several times to check how things were progressing, trying hard to remain polite, but getting  ever more agitated as time went by, and the debate continued.  Finally Pigsly went to the porter's desk in the front hall and set his mind at rest with assurances that a fully paid taxi would be provided to take the old man home.

     In the Chamber, a lively discussion was in progress concerning the question as to whether there were, or were not, such things as demons.   Once Pigsly had, more or less, confirmed the It's angelic nature, the matter of demons and evil spirits had quickly sprung to the fore.  

     Wat Shures was at the table. 'Yes,' it said, in answer to a worried question from the old teacher of religious instruction, 'Demons most definitely do exist, but I will tell you now, they are not manifestations of any 'fallen angels', or Satanic super lords.  They are not evil aliens from other planets.  They have nothing to do with any kind of failure on the part of the Great It, nor have they anything to do with us.'  Wat looked over the audience with an icy stare.  'As you now know, over the millennia many thousands and millions of humans have progressed along the path to mind power.  We have discussed shamans, and witches, and warlocks, etcetera; and shape shifters, of course.  When we call you backward in your development, we mean collectively - as a whole planet.  Individually, many have gained great powers.  Most have used these beneficially, in helpful ways, but some, being human, have turned to evil as their guiding force - and these are your demons, and monsters.'

     A voice called out:  'The Lizard people!'

     Wat smiled.  'That's one way of describing them,' it said.  'But you must remember that demons are not necessarily foul looking creatures of the darkness, intent upon blood and terror.  The worst of them look very much like you, or me, or the Professor here.   They appear as quite ordinary people, but their powers are used in relatively mundane ways, such as becoming bankers; politicians; businessmen - and women - or military leaders.   Some demons have infiltrated the world's great religions, to the extent that they have become leaders there too.   From these positions of influence, and with their powers of mind control, they can dominate the entire world.'    It panned it's gaze slowly across the audience, left to right, and back again, then said:  'Yes, my friends - there are demons!'

     The porter's nephew said:  'You're talking about the 'one percenters', aren't you?'

     Wat grinned.  'They have begun to be described as such - yes!'

     'Well,  how the hell are we supposed to do anything about them?  And what's it got to do with saving Earth?'

     'My dear fellow,' said Pigsly, getting out of it's chair and coming to the table, 'it's got everything to do with it.   We are really getting down to cases now, aren't we.  These demons are in process of suppressing you all with rules and regulations; and bans on this, that, and the other; and removing your civil rights and liberties in the name of National Security, when what they really mean is - total control! '

     'How can groups like this do anything to change things?'

     Sebastian decided to make a contribution to the debate.   'Come along now,' he said, 'you don't imagine it's just this meeting, here, tonight, that is going to get the ball rolling - so to speak.   There are groups like this all over the world, being helped and encouraged by their own Its.  It would not be bragging to say that gatherings like this possess a great deal of power of their own.  When we disperse tonight, and go out and about our own business, if we take with us the determination to actively challenge all aspects of authority that seem to us foolish, unfair, cruel, or downright evil, and this is done collectively, on a wide basis - well, who knows what we can achieve?'

     A ragged clapping started up, then gradually consolidated into a wall of applause.  Sebastian gave them about twenty seconds, then raised his arm for silence.  'I have just noticed the time,' he said.  'We have an elderly man in the foyer who would desperately like to go home to his bed.  Thank you all for coming tonight.  We will meet again from time to time for progress reports.  You will all be notified of time and place, in the meantime - thanks again; get to work, and.....Goodnight!'

To be continued...........................................