Sir Alec Guinness
in
Confessions of a Primary Terrestrial Mental Receiver and
Communicator: NUM III Mark I.
(1.3mb)with Sir Alec Guinness
edited (complete audio play coming soon)
ABRIDGED TEXT
"...Their first question was, 'Is there
intelligent life on earth?'. I thought for a long time before
answering that question. I still believe it was a trick. With
their vast powers they would've known whether there was or not.
Anyway I finally answered choosing my words with care. 'Yes...You
could say there was intelligent life on earth'. I wasn't going to
be caught out making wild generalizations. They must've thought
the reply satisfactory because they asked me there and then if
I'd help the cause of Cosmic Uplifting by becoming their
P.T.M.R.C.-'Primary Terrestrial Mental Receiver and Communicator:
Num III Mark I."
First I transmitted spiritual healing to a few
individuals but soon it was obvious that everyone was
sick; the whole world had to be cured. The tasks given to me by
the Cosmic High Governors grew in importance and I abandoned all
material ambitions and submitted myself to their will. I longed
to tell the world of the work I was doing but I was overruled by
the Supreme Council of Urokinase on Alpha IV. They felt that
mankind's naive belief in the laws of nature would be shattered.
I must confess I almost told my son Gerald. Fortunately he wasn't
in his room at the time. He'd going to have his wisdom tooth out
- the one he can least afford to lose...
Why was I chosen? Why me? Because I was there?
But there were, and are, millions of others there. Did I have the
inner strength? I wasn't one hundred percent fit at the time. I
had sinus trouble and a nasty touch of neuralgia and of course my
wife Muriel would be no help. WHen was she ever a help? I maried
her in a dense fog and never saw the sun again. I told them I
should be free of all terrestrial burdens - and she was the
biggest - in order to carry out this momentous work. But they
insisted I remain 'en family'. I could've been rid of her easily
but they believe the family is the backbone of earthly society
and morality. 'When did she stop loving you,' they asked. 'A year
before we were married' I replied. But they still refused to let
me change a hair of it. Yet by raising this finger...ah...
...I have to keep reminding myself that I'm a
P.T.M.R.C. Num III Mark I. I have to seem ordinary and make sure
there's no dfference between me and other family men. I merge
with the rest. That's why I'm stuill working for 'Brenton &
Crawshaw'. It's not for the high salary they don't pay me but for
the cover they provide. Nobody would suspect that a Num III Mark
I P.T.M.R.C. for Alpha IV would work for Brenton & Crawshaw
when they could be rich. Yes, rich. When I was conducting
Operation Skyblue I built a tiny radionic instrument and set it
up on Parliament Fields and with energy radiated from Alpha IV
conditioned and transformed it into an energy vortex passing up
through the stratosphere. It gave me an insight into the wealth
potential at my fingertips. I could have patented that machine.
It would have generated enough energy to run Guildford for a
hundred years. I knew where the treasures of the earth lay
hidden, gold, silver, oil and the rest. I could be rich but the
High Governors feel that riches corrupt and incite envy. Clothed
in riches and power it would be impossible for me to keep in
touch with ordinary people throughout the world. The Books of
Zorn declare that work ennobles a man. So every weekday morning,
rain or shine, I stand on Platform 2 at East Sheen station
waiting for the 7:30 train ...Four, four I can hear you Number
Four. Basic flux through the high atmosphere. Change to manual,
hold. Hold...
Winter is the worst, waiting like ghosts in the
mist and rain with the others. That's when it's hardest not to
throw off this disguise. I look into their ordinary faces and
want to shout 'It's me - the world's first P.T.M.R.C.' But I know
it's only another manifestation of pride. When I was at my
lowest, alone in my room concentrating my mental powers, cleaning
out the thought channels, they let me witness an Ascension
Ceremony. It happened in the back garden of our semi-detached.
The high Governors put a force shield round the Beta 3/72 Space
Module Yento 107 so that no-one else would see it. I was the
first terestrial to witness the ascension of a female Alpha
Centura. I didn't know where she was ascending to and I didn't
like to ask but I remember the light about her face, and the tiny
Zilch bells ringing and it was like the music of the spheres -
so-called.
It reconciled me a little to 'Brenton &
Crawshaw'. I've been there fifteen years. I could've been
Departmental Manager, even on the Board of Directors by now if I
hadn't deliberately made mistakes. For I had to be average and
the average man makes mistakes. To be perfect is to fall uinto
the sin of pride and challenge God, the Supreme Alphan. They
couldn't let me do that. So I soldier on at 'Brenton &
Crawshaw'. I smile my secret smile when I see others smiling at
me behind their hands. I've saved you, again and again though
some - many - most of you - are not worth saving. But then
remember tha appalling low position of the average man on the
Evolutionary ladder...Satellite Number One position as given.
Basic Clarification Number Nine, code six...The High Governors
have taught me not to give in to bitterness, to be willing to
work on in obscurity, to reject fame and fortune and to use my
supreme power for the good of all. They've also given me the
strength to look into the future and not be afraid...Satellite
Nuber Seven release all waves. Satellite Six release all waves.
Satellite Five release all waves...I've glimpsed my last days
dying in Sheen General Hospital of some obscure stomach disease.
Friday 2:00 a.m. Earth time; alone in the dark, snuffed out. On
Alpha IV they'll dim down the solar flares, ring the two great
bells of Yamota. B-o-n-g B-o-n-g, 'Primary terrestrial Mental
Communicator and Receiver Num III, Mark I has closed down all
primary and secondary circuits permanently. P.T.M.C.R. Num III
Mark I is now inoperative.' They'll note it in the Books of Zorn
and micro-dot it in the Solar Arhives of Xenon and a five second
silence will be called throughtout the system. Here on Earth,
Muriel will give my clothes to Oxfam, throw my toothbrush and
razor into the dustbin and Gerald and Sarah will reluctantly
sacrifice a couple of hours to lay me to rest....My family will
hardly notice I've gone. For them my life passed like water here
on Earth but up there in the stars it's a different
story...Satellites Number Four and Five make ready to land. Make
ready to land...I have been a humble instrument of Great Powers.
Sir Alec Guinness and Peter Barnes in rehearsal
.
Copyright Technofilm 1997
