Ruthorn took me up to the rooftop where I recognised the large number of small pagoda-like constructions I had seen before from afar. Some were high and others were low, and their cone-shaped tops were made out of golden metal with pleated corners, which made them look like piles of starfruits. People who were not familiar with Buddhist temples might have mistaken them for pagodas, but as a Buddhist by birth, I could tell that they were different. They looked more like antennas with doors at the bottom, leading to some spaces inside, but at that moment, I couldn’t verify its significance.

“What is the purpose of this space?” I asked Ruthorn.

“This area is used to land and park our spaceships and to train new pilots. An experienced pilot can take off and land his spaceship everywhere vertically, but the junior pilots haven’t mastered the skill of moving their ships vertically yet. They can only fly horizontally, therefore, they need support structures for their take-off and landing. These spires are the support structures that separate the magnetic fields to assist the pilots,” Ruthorn explained.

“Are you familiar with the principles by which our spaceships operate?” he asked.

“A little bit. Someone tried explaining it to me, but I have to admit that I didn’t quite understand it.”

Ruthorn smiled. “Let me see if I can make it a bit clearer for you. You see, our spaceships move by breaking or widening the energy fields that hinder their movement, such as air, magnetic fields, or different kinds of frequencies. We achieve that by sending our mental power into the mechanism which amplifies and intensifies this power. This amplified mental power is then transmitted and moves the particles to separate or widen an energy field, forming a temporary straight line. When a spaceship moves into this now empty space, there isn’t any friction at all. And this process works independent of distance, as long as this space remains stable. This is the reason why our spaceships travel at such high speeds, even faster than the speed of sound. So, when a junior pilot attempts to land, he has to first hover over one of the spires before slowly starting the landing procedure,” Ruthorn explained.

“You mean each spire is assigned to one spaceship?” I asked.

“Yes, and each spire is also a parking space for a ship as well. When a ship is parked under the spire, it is protected from the magnetic fields and other radiation waves. In this way it always stays in a good condition and is ready to fly at any time,” Ruthorn went on with his explanation.

“Wow, from what I can see, there must be thousands of spaceships,” I said, visibly impressed.

“Yes, but right now, all spaceships are deployed, except three,” Ruthorn said, “Two of them are being used for test flight, and the third one is mine.”

“I would love to see one of them,” I said eagerly.

“You will see them as soon as they are back,” Ruthorn answered.

The area on the roof was very spacious and connected to the mountain. Ruthorn led me towards one of the constructions with its spires which was the biggest one of all. This seemed to be the aviation command or the control tower because it was not only the biggest structure, but also the only one with an additional room in the upper part below the spire.

“This is my workplace, please come in,” he invited me and stepped inside.

“At first I thought this was a castle, or something like that.” I picked up on our conversation as we sat down at a big stone table. “But now that I have seen the building and your workplace, it strikes me that the décor is quite ordinary and simple.”

“Yes, although we are classified as highly evolved beings, or the so-called rulers, we still have a normal life.”

“Come to think of it, I believe the word ‘ruler’ doesn’t adequately describe my role. I would rather prefer to be called a ‘caretaker of the mechanics of the universe’. I’ve never ruled over anyone, nor have I ever issued any regulations, and no one has ever been under my control,” Ruthorn said.

“Our duty is to always be prepared for any crisis within the universe that could potentially trigger a continuous chain of damages throughout the system that could impact the position of the centre of the universe, since this is where your planet Gaia is located. We can’t allow any mistakes to happen. Therefore, my physical state is semi-energetic. I don’t need to sleep, to eat, or let me put it this way; ‘use the bathroom’ – but I still have to reproduce,” Ruthorn concluded.

“Why do you have to reproduce?” I asked.

“This is the only thing we are still required to do when our body has evolved to a semi-energetic state. The process of birth and conception still requires the physical form of creation, but rarely do we need to procreate. Often four or five hundred thousand years, or even a million years can pass before we reproduce even once.”

“What? A million years!?” I exclaimed.

“Also, each conception has to be announced in advance to inform us who will be born, to whom, and who the father and mother is,” Ruthorn continued. “A couple doesn’t have to be married as husband and wife, but once a man and a woman are selected, they have to be ready to do their duty. But before they can have sex, they will be, well … I would say ‘sequestered’. The chosen two must stay at a certain place for some time and wait for the precise time of conception to be announced. When that time comes, the two can start to have sex.”

“Sex is not something we do whenever we want to, or only for fun or for one’s own pleasure like on your planet. When an event like this happens, it will be celebrated like a festival and announced throughout the universe, inviting all highly evolved beings to come together at the place of conception,” Ruthorn explained.

“I see. So, this is why only few beings like you are born in this world,” I commented.

“That’s right,” Ruthorn confirmed, “although the number of births of human beings on Tuengra is quite low already, the birth of beings like me is a thousand times lower.”

“So where do these souls come from?” I asked.

“They are all volunteers who come to work here from outside the universe, directly from the Creator, the keeper of the predetermined schedule that directs when and to whom any soul is born. In the past, this form of controlled conception occurred on your planet as well,” Ruthorn said.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Apart from conceptions that resulted from the union of two semi-physical beings, there have also been cross-conceptions resulting from the union of a physical human being, and a semi-energetic being like myself. It has already happened four times in your history. Those who were born out of this union were considered to be great men. Stories of their religious vocation or calling had been told and prophesied thousands of years earlier before they were even born, and how they were conceived was uniquely different to ordinary men. One was conceived by a virgin, and that conception occurred in the form of a semi-physical and semi-energy state. In simple words, the woman would feel she was dreaming, and in her dream, she was bestowed a heavenly gift of life by an angel shining with an aura of energy.”

“These great men had already been assigned to their respective mission and chosen for their specific role, and these missions had a major impact on your planet. Incidentally, you ought to know this person who was conceived this way.”

“Do you mean Jesus? I have read about Him and His life on earth,” I answered spontaneously.

“Yes, that’s who I meant,” Ruthorn said.

“And …” I was about to ask more questions, when he abruptly, but not in an unfriendly manner, cut me off by saying “Well, that should be all for now. I think I have given you the answer to your question.”

“What question? I completely forgot what I had asked ….” I said confused.

“You asked me who built the interstellar portals, when they were built and why we had to build them,” Ruthorn reminded me.

“Oh, that’s right,” I admitted, “I was so excited that I completely forgot.”