- A Closed Book -
Jonas was always on my mind , and yet I did not know how to react on him. It was hard to resist the temptation of learning more about this world. Too unusual these fragments were, with which I was confronted. Like the little boy in Michael Ende's Never Ending Story I saw myself squatting in front of a huge closed book, running my fingers over the heavy binding and asking myself, if I should open it to read on. There was something which kept me away from doing it, a silent fear I was unable to exactly localize.
As stimulating as Jonas's story was, this "Omegan" was no pure story-teller. It was obvious that he wrote in an entertaining and pleasant way, and yet he was stressing that entertainment was not his aim, but that he had to fulfill a sort of mission. This was the point that actually arose my suspicion. There was something that Jonas took very seriously and that I was unable to understand. I mean, it could not really have been on his mind to convince the "earthings" of the reality of Omega 5, could it? What kind of scenario should that be? That the chancelor turned to the nation with the words: "Dear citizens, we are not alone?" Or that the universities start to offer Omegan-for-beginners courses? Jonas had turned directly to me with his request to support him in his mission. I felt uneasy with this thought, as if he would want to make me his accomplice. Strange. What was I afraid of? Of making myself ridiculous by committing myself to such a dream world? No, it was rather the mixing of fantasy and reality I feared. And so I could not tell this thing to anybody, even to my closest friends. How should I have started? What should I have said? Only that I did not do justice to Jonas's wish this way, and I could not have listened to his story with a good conscience anymore.
Giants. Now that was hard stuff. The batuum festival. Life, as long as a tree. Many of those things sounded like heavenly circumstances. No wars. For a human, this was only hard to imagine. It sounded of a utopia, an idealization, and of wishful thinking. It just did not sound real. And that was not it at all: Jonas talked about a stargate, through which his spirit had traveled, and about being unable to materialize. About needing a "host". So he did not restrict his fantasies to a distant planet, but he involved terrestrial realities in his ideas.
It was no use. I wanted to know more about Omega 5. Why, for example, should a planet give itself the number five? This seemed most unlogical to me. And what about those shum birds that transported the Omegans? And it was said that there were some talking animals on Omega 5. Jonas did not tell much about them. And how was life in Raat to be imagined?
I decided to compromise with Jonas insofar as I intended to publish his mails immediately on the internet. Moreover, I ventured to create a framework by expressing my own enchantment as well as my doubts, to enable Jonas's voice to reach those ears which were susceptible to his recounts, in a free public. This was connected to some effort, but in this way I was able to do justice to the issue of the Omegan without having to acknowledge some fantastic mission or else get suspect of seeing little green men. Jonas was delighted by this idea, and he wrote:
- Shum Birds and Lemurs -
"Oraat, this is exactly oraat, what you did there, dear A., from here you easily get to the core of Omegan philosophy. "O", down our way means as much as "open, public", and at the same time it is the word for "I". What you just did was to open yourself to communication with all of your sympathies and all of your doubts. This is rather unusual on earth, for us it is normal. But in order to explain this to you I need a couple of pages. This is a rather voluminous subject, and I don't want to become too theoretical at this point.
With enthusiasm I just saw that you have put our encounter and my reports on the internet. This is more than I dared to hope, and I want to thank you for it by taking you away to Omega 5 for a couple of quarters of an hour, telling you about things you never heard before in your life. I will tell you about our animals which you seemingly took a fancy to, and especially about the shum birds and the lemurs.
End of translation / Entry Gandor already translated
(Dec. 12, 2002)
- Gandor -
"The mastering of At can be dated to have come about in the year 1, when the bond between Gara and Makara was manifested in Raat. But many hold only the year 853 as an orientation date, when the rule of Gandor was broken. He was a meditator, hungry for power, and he had propagated his school on the whole planet, a school that argued for the superiority of the Makara and for the archaic conflict with the Gara, which inevitably would break out again, and that the Makara had to be prepared for that. This movement denied oraat and worked in public as well as secretly. Beginning from the ninth century, his people persuaded different domra to rebellion. Corruption was a major factor in this development. They tried to provoke the giants so that later they could blame them for their violence. Gandor's myrmidons talked of a conspiracy and of Raat being secretly controlled by the giants. They promoted the "independence" of the Omegans from the giants, and they wrote in a language they had developed out of old Targic.
In 853, the conflict broke out on all three continents, especially in Targos. There had been singular riots in the years and decades before. One dom after the other now experienced what had grown behind the backs for a long time. Moreover, there had been a corruption scandal in Raat earlier in the year, and the Gandorians cleverly knew how to use the incidence for their purpose. Raat lost its credibility, and local lords suddenly entered the world political scene. They had only waited for their time to appear. Everything went very fast. The giants did not interfere at first, for this would only have supported and affirmed the reproach of control they were confronted with. Even when the parliament in Raat officially asked the giants for their help in battling the upheavels, they remained silent for a while and withdrew for consultation.
Then, about mid-year, the giants circulated a paper in every dom, in which the Gandorians to everybody's entire surprise were called to replace the delegates in Raat, who were to return to their domra. If the Gandorian law could achieve more than the Koda, then this would soon be obvious in practise. The Gandorians' first reaction was confusion. It is a trick, Gandor warned, but his people urged the meditator to accept power and to enter Raat. The regency of the Gandorians lasted for exactly three months. Because their principle, that there was an unbridgeable conflict between Gara and Makara, was neutralized by the giants who had returned to Iram and not left the mountain anymore. Many building projects had to be delayed. Gandor did not succeed in establishing the new old language, and his people in Raat did not have the necessary discipline to run a government. Bush-fires destroyed three domra and there were no giants who could have extinguished them within a couple of seconds with a simple watering-can. Instead, fights and power struggles were perfomed in Raat, from the very day that the Gandorians had entered the city.
The change of government in Raat had the further effect that the leadership of the Gandorians, who before had worked in the domra and the provinces, now was singled out in the city, more isolated to a considerable part, and more concrete. Counter-movements in the domra were thereby advantaged. As soon as at the end of the year Gandor had created an unimaginable chaos, and the giants initiated a poll with the objective of finding out whether the Omegans wished that a) the Gandorians continue this way (this choice reached 7 % of the votes), b) that the condition of before 853 shall be reinstalled (13 %) or c) that the condition of before 853 shall be reinstalled with the supplement of exiling the Gandorians and arresting them in Iram for 20 years (80 %). When Gandor and his people refused to leave Raat, the giants besieged the city. For this action, about twelve giants were necessary. They let all the traders and other Suamra (i.e. non-politicians) withdraw from Raat and set a deadline. Gandor hardly had any more support in the provinces and had to resign. But even he was free again after 20 years. A mild punishment, if you consider that a year on our planet has only 268 days and that the life expectance is so high.
Our long history knows similar attempts of creating monopolies of power, and it is a danger with which our politicians and the population have to confront themselves all the time. Belonging to our cultural heritage is a continuously topical writing with the title: "On the inconvenience that monopolies can only be prevented by a monopoly". The story of Gandor and his shipwreck, which I have sketched here without the profusion of its many facets, is very often referred to in our public, when the question of political power is raised."