Prologue

I think I recall reading of this real life starman cult/harem years ago back in the 1990’s as an ‘imagine that’ fluff piece. On that bare frame I construct my tale.

So, he had something, some way of looking at them, they couldn’t explain it very well either but he somehow drew them in and every word he uttered gazing into their eyes so very sincerely somehow overtook their understanding completely with utter trust and conviction. No matter what bullshit he was spouting while peering into their shallow seas of self, overwhelmed by the depth of what he was shoveling.

The trick of it was he once explained or perhaps it was just more B.S. he was dishing, was to focus full attention on your subject, not projecting your own thoughts or thinking about what you yourself wanted to say or what you thought about that or what else that brought to mind- instead sort of drinking them in with your eyes and ears and mind, or groking maybe.

The begrudging admiration forced within most male hearts whether admitted or not was because he flocked the chickies up en masse, wholesale, cheaper by the dozen. Yeah, because he was the Alien Messiah come to purify the gene-pool and create a hybrid race of little super-men can you say Hallelujah!. They were lining up to be bred.

I interviewed one of the “Solar Mamas” after the Stud Messiah was acquitted, trying to understand how one man had enthralled over two dozen women who otherwise seemed sane and competent to face reality, but afterwards I still had no comprehension of why they fell for such an obvious line of B.S ... They still believed in him and were happy to have him father their children.

“He told me I was special and had the ancient blood of Atlantis somewhere in my family history, and thus would be one of the very few who could breed with him successfully to produce the StarChildren who would take us with them when they grew up and left the earth. I couldn’t not believe Him as He looked deep into the very utmost of my being with His pure love and acceptance, grateful that He had found one of the mothers of His Children, who would be telepathic even before birth, with additional amazements to follow as they grew. I am looking forward to holding my StarChild in my arms as well as my womb.”

Chapter 1

I have always been one of those people no one wants to touch after awhile, conditioned by the frequent enough to always be entirely unexpected static shock I tended to generate at an above normal rate and at a stronger than usual discharge. I am certain from their perspective my peers were only being playful, not intending hurtful teasing for the most part, but it did cause emotional distancing when the default game when I was about was for every one to scream in (mock) fear and run away from me crying out “Run, it’s the Zapper!”

I give a lot of credit for how my life turned out in spite of my ‘handicap’ from a very brief lesson from someone I came later to think of as my mentor. I got sucked into a game with a street Monty player, he was using cards not cups, and his slick patter of “Find the Queen of Hearts, the Red Queen is right here on the deck with her black knaves. Choose a black-jack and lose, find your queen and win her heart as you sweep the deck.” It was hypnotic, the tempo and rhythm of his spiel, and he caught me with his eyes when I paused, somehow shrinking the world down to just me and him. After he had fleeced me of my only five bucks taking advantage of the universal desire of Mankind to Get Rich Quick, he had the courtesy to give value in the form of a lesson, and I now hold that I got a very good deal for my fin.

He watched as I came out of my dream of riches to the reality of loss, and caught me before I decided on my response, or more likely my reaction.

“Stop!” He said, the aura of command in that word somehow freezing me in place, even my thoughts in abeyance.

“What are you feeling. What are you thinking and what would result from the actions you might take right now?” He paused to let those concepts percolate.

“What would you wish to have as the outcome in your unfettered imagination, and what is a more realistic ‘best’ outcome? What actions are most likely to achieve your best realistic goals?” He continued somewhat smugly, thinking there really was nothing I could do. I thought about what he had said, it was a realistic and goal oriented philosophy towards life which had certain merit and which would grow on me as time progressed.