The Boxer,

by J. W. Cassandra

I wrote the sci-fi short story The Boxer yet in 2020 and published it on the www.updivine.com site. I used another illustration there. Since the narrative is long, I will leave the headlines of that time here, as well. The story is about a strange encounter between a very old man and alien creatures. The story reaches the present through surprising adventures and turns, and in the meantime, we can find out who are the Orion creatures and the Swan Knights and we get to know the other decisive aliens who are guiding life on Earth in the right direction. In fact, with the short story, I have created a new type of human-alien encounter. I explain the title in the short story.

I hope you find this story intriguing. I wish you a good reading and recreation!

The Welcome

"Welcome to the Land of Boxers, oh, Spacer!"

"Well, a skilled Boxer [1]?"

"Skilled or fictive, it depends on you, Spacer…" [2]

"Then, may you explain what you mean by boxer, if you do not mind the request!"

"Well, this is not the first time I have met spacers. When I had the honour to meet one of your companions, he called me so since, I live with my companions as an earthling in a flat or a house instead of the infinity, that of spacious space of the planet, and these houses are like narrow boxes… And he treated me therefore with endless contemn. But, this planet belongs to the earthlings, because of this, I repeat: welcome to the Land of Boxers!"

"And, what do you do if I come with harmful intent?"

"I pretend, oh, Spacer, that you are guided by friendly intention to the land of the earthlings, so we will really develop friendly terms."

"And what if I upset this premise? If I cross your foolish will and I destroy you with your box, your land?"

"This is not probable, oh, Spacer! As you see, I did not run away panic-struck, I do not gun either you, or your spaceship, what is more, even you do not attack me by any space-gun, that cannot be deactivated by any way on the Earth… According to statistics, anyway, the probability of the case being attacked an earthling by a spacer, and this is the sign of my honour, since I could even call you simply a UFO, in this situation, where the latter's premise is the development of friendly connections between two species, one to a billion, that is, practically zero. And, I have greeted you as a friend. I repeat it again: welcome to the land of earthlings, oh, Spacer! Please, honour me by expressing your friendly intention!"

"Now then, I have never had come into contact with such a boxer, although, I swear on the bottommost of the dark matter of the immortal space, through my immortal life compared to that of an earthling, I have seen a lot, more than it could be told…"

These thoughts resounded, as music in the earthling's head: he started to hope that the spacer or UFO would permit him to ascend his spaceship and explain to him all that he is interested in. For the spaceship shaping a saucer was flashing with its red lights behind the being.

But, the spacer did not seem so with his face without a mouth, with plate-size eyes, thin arms as if he would wish anybody, mainly a boxer, to invite to his spaceship.

He kept standing, stared stirlessly at the standing before him, gross, bulky, contemned being, and disbelief came from him: what is this?  Some stupid joke?!

The Deal

And, the boxer – that is the human – kept standing in front of the spacer steadfast, overflowing a conviction that at last, everything will happen according to his premise.

After a while, what seemed endless, a tiny amazement nestled in the spacer: what the hell of the dark matter of space is this? Thought-transference, telepathy, superiority, frightening appearance – everything is in vain! The boxer stands at the same place, the same way, imperturbably in front of him for endless time and undiminishing optimism, what is more, that unflinching faith comes forth from him that he will be right at last… The spacer's amazement is endless for now, and this calls forth his fellows from the saucer since, would they travel anywhere in the endless space-time, they have never and nowhere experienced such a thing.

The wave of their curiosity brings around the spacer, and he prevents them by a single invisible wave from stepping out, giving up their protected position. The boxer feels this wave as a breeze. He knows from this – mainly since he has experienced it earlier – that there are more of them waiting inside. He tells again: "Welcome all Spacers to the Land of the Boxers who honour this planet with their visit!"

The spacer does not believe either his eyes or his ears. His first question reaches the boxer's mind, spiced by his immense amazement, "How do you know that I arrived with companions?"

"Oh, Spacer, as you surely see by my behaviour, this is not the first time that I encountered spacers. According to statistics…"

"Enough of statistics! Tell what you experienced!"

"Well, as you wish! I live a life long enough compared to boxers: I am two hundred and fifty years old now, and as you surely see, you find me in pretty good health and strength. During this long life, I have experienced a lot and, several times, I have been fortunate enough to meet beings like you. In the beginning, their mere sight filled me with fear; of course, my fellows, who have been mouldering in their graves for a long time yet, tried to put them flight by their guns, by efforts of merely no effect. Later, after more such meetings, your more peaceful-minded companions revealed to us, boxers, some knowledge of that, bound to the ground man, you call 'boxer', would never suppose. And we, working diligently like a beaver, collected the information, arranged and used it – I am the final result who had seen so far three saucers, similar to yours. But, this one I do not know yet, so I ask you with honour to show it to me. I would like to see and to know everything: its construction, running, everything…"

The Spacer

"Who are you, actually?", the spacer is astounded, though it is not customary of him. "How dare you manifest yourself this arrogant way?"

"I am what you see! If you see me as a boxer, then I am a boxer. If you see me as a human, I am a human…"

"Blackguard!" He says surprising on, how could such a thought come to his mind at all. "Do not you fear that we will destroy you as a reward for your self-conceit? It is enough if I think of you to perish, and you will perish!"

"No, oh, Spacer! Once, your companions told me their origin: from motion of dark matter from space, the light shot out, the stars came into existence, then at the end of their lives, the explosion shot around particles of matter everywhere. These particles united together as spacers, whose minds guard the star-knowledge, relation of matter of it, and who roam as star-pilgrims in their space-ships in the dark abyss of space ever since. They protect their bases constructed in the visible space, mentally, as you are contacting me now. And they visit the star-nurseries, as the Land of the Boxers, as well… maybe, they will strike a wit similar them since then they will master their such features that help them to improve themselves. Since nothing is perfect that takes on a form…"

"Who did this tell you?"

"Spacers having been here before you."

"And what do you know, yet?"

"All that, they knew about a hundred years before."

"Where did they come from?"

"From behind the constellation Cygnus,  from about a distance of six thousand light-years… I call them Knights of the Swan, since you surely know the Lohengrin story of boxers…"

"Do not waste my time with such nonsense in vain!"

"As you wish! Where did you come from, oh, Spacer?"

"If we decide so, I will let you know about it!"

At this moment, a tinkling, joyful voice resounds in both of their minds:

"Invite him to the spaceship! I am eager to know the boxers' knowledge! Maybe, he can serve us an appreciable knowledge about these knights of the swan!"

The spacer seemed to hesitate for a moment, then he waved the boxer's mind, "Step closer and follow me!"

Into the Spaceship

Telling this, he went toward the spaceship, the door of what invisible so far, opened, and a stage-like light emanated out of it in scarlet colours, and they stepped onto it, then it lifted them into the spaceship. The door closed hermetically and became invisible from outside at the same time, then the entire spaceship was covered by greyish-blue, dense fog to hide it from searching eyes.

And the boxer followed the spacer, and he was seeing, surprised that the interior of the spaceship is bigger than it would be supposed by its exterior. Anyway, he covered his surprise with the help of his other notions, since they communicated with each other by telepathy, and it would not have been lucky if he gave any sign of fallibility. However, these beings noticed this tiny flash after all.

"Well, Boxer, so are you surprised?" His guide's question touched his mind.

"Oh, no, merely, my presupposition did not come true."

"What did you suppose?"

"That I will be received in a narrow place where I can bump into everything…"

"Oh, just do you not judge by your spaceships of your heroic age? When your astronauts travelled to the Moon and back lying, with no square foot space beyond the required movements?… We are star-pilgrims, we dive into the dark abyss of space, our endless roaming is broken off for fugitive moments by a visit of a base, target or mother-base. Of course, we need room. This room is provided by space cities that fly in space and compose the mother-base of creatures, living on them, among others. It is difficult to drive them in addition, humans like you, unfortunate creatures with rudimentary intellect, influenced by immoderation, of feelings, never would it comprehend!"

"Enough!" The leader's voiceprint was vibrating, this time by a sonorous tone. "Guide the boxer to me!"

And the boxer found himself before another spacer, who seemed somehow more fragile, like the communicator and that of the guard-spacers, who surrounded him.

"I would like to know everything from you that only you know, but not by violence, since then the pieces of information mislead us. I recommend a deal, Boxer of that, you could see, even the spacers or UFO beings can be noble. According to my recommendation, you tell me what you do know: how many times, where, what kind of spacers have you met, where did they come from, how the meetings have taken place, what knowledge do you have due to them – in a word, all that only you know, please, give over to us! In return, we will show you our spaceship, open up for you its functional principle – as far as it is possible – we will introduce you to our technology, and you will be able to learn to step across dimensions."

"Thank you, oh, Spacer! As I see, you are the leader. If you do not mind, behind the technological knowledge, I would like to know of you everything that is only possible."

"That is, do you try to drive a hard bargain? You are not in that situation, Earthling, that you would make the conditions, would drive a hard bargain, would extort concessions – anyway, you do know it, do not you?"

"I know, oh, Spacer, despite this, I need this knowledge, as well… I ask it not existently: I would like to improve the human species, namely the boxers, since this long life I was gifted with, serves this purpose."

"Well, basically, the purpose of every intelligent being is the same. For this reason, I do not mind the important things we will share with you. But, your purpose may be only the improvement of the boxers! After leaving off, we will follow your activity, and if you diverge even a iota from this, we will return, but then with sanctions, not with peace!"

"All right, Spacer! I accept the condition. In return, I ask only one thing: if you want to put me through any kind of examination with your companions, please, foretell it me and accept the result of the examination, do not try to change it, anyway, I am afraid of failing…"

"Well, let it be, though, the request is enough unusual!"

And in front of the boxer, a cosy chair appeared out of nowhere, and the spacer whom the boxer saw first in front of the spaceship gestured him to sit down.

"Thank you, but I sit down only in that case, if you take a seat, as well!"

At that moment, a right seat slipped in front of the spacer and the nestling, the former started the interrogation:

First Meeting with a Spacer

"Well then, Boxer, how many times have you met spacers during your two-hundred-year-old long life?"

"Well, two hundred and fifty… Some twenty times."

"It is impossible, spacers do not visit the boxers so frequently!"

"Yes, after all. In the beginning…"

"How many times did you meet hostile creatures among them?"

"Sixteen or approximately…"

"So, about thirty two percents."

"At fourty percents, since I am two hundred fifty years old."

"It is irrelevant."

"For me, it is far too relevant."

"How did you meet spacers of friendly emotion or that of neutral?" The spacer made unprecedented the impertinent rectifying.

"I have been working on a space station for one hundred sixty years already, and nearby it an airbase was established, the spacers of peaceful intention used to land there."

"Were you alone?"

"Not in every case. Most cases alone. They achieved with their peculiar masking technology that even a living soul was not there, near and far. Since we have even watchdogs around the hangars, not to mention the armed guards, but in such cases, nobody saw or heard anything, in addition, even the most watchful dog was sleeping the dream of the righteous. However, I was vigilant…"

"Well, yes, this is the peculiar mind trick that is usual in this case… Where these beings of peaceful intention come from?"

"As I mentioned, from behind the constellation Cygnus at a distance some six thousand light-years. According to them, they used Cygnus X-1 as a basis point for calculating the spherical triangles. However, I did not understand that once Cygnus X-1 is a black hole, then how it could serve as a basis point. But, they gave me the information that they had flown not there,  but they used it only for their calculations. After all, I named them by this…"

"All right, let us leave this question for now. What were these beings like?"

"They were taller than you, slim spacers of graceful movement: as if they were swimming or flying; their long necks were gracefully curved, their forms of heads were longish, their arms and legs were thin. They communicated by telepathy, namely, thought transfer. As for me, the probability of not communicating by telepathy, namely, thought transfer spacers of any kind…"

"Stop! This is irrelevant! What are you? A statistician?"

"Not. A space technician. But, our space stations are rudimentary corps…"

"Clear… What was the Cygnus X-1 – let us call them so – beings' spaceship like?"

"The spaceship was saucer-like but armed with weapons exquisitely. And, there was some kind of research station on it."

"Accordingly, you have been there." Though this did not seem to be a question from the communicator, the boxer responsed yet.

"Yes. I would mostly call their special room a lab: it possessed equipment fit for bleeding, any kind of examinations, in addition, with creatures marked out for experiments, aviation exploratory division."

"Were you examined by them, as well?"

The Boxer Evolved

"Yes, oh, Spacer. They examined my entire physical body, both my emotional and mental intellects, my knowledge level, and my problem-solving skills. A faint beam raked and scanned me, it pervaded me then, it visualized the final result as a combination of sequences of numbers and signs in the air, that was relayed from there by another one, this second beam blew it on, and in the end, they reported to me that I am suitable for one of their experiment.

Then they lifted me into a light-body that emitted lights of different colours rotating, and its shape kept changing, and what is more, I myself changed according to it. Sometimes, it was a brick figure, sometimes a sphere, a cone, a cylinder, a frustum formation, a pyramid, and lastly, one single point of light. And, when the point of light opened up, I was again myself, that is, the renewed myself: even the shadow of fear disappeared from me, since then, the greatest unity of existence fills me, and as you see, I became able for this mental communication. And, in addition, I foreknow certain things, events, and if it is necessary, I can intervene. If it is not so, I will let the events happen alone. In most cases, the last one used to happen…"

"Hm… What you told, that happened really so, since I see the changes in your mind, the waves that come out from your brain. I can hear and see the pictures that had been driven into your brain as memories. On this level, to lie is impossible. Therefore, the mental abilities of spacers of peaceful intention had been interbreeded with yours. That is why you did not fear, so it is clear! More experiences, familiar with this one?"

The Second Meeting

"The Orion-beings… It had happened about sixty years before that, next to this place, the spaceship landed. The Orion-being was super-intelligent, but it was hard up for emotions and as cold as the dark streams of space. Nevertheless, it knew everything. Its spaceship was divided into round sections, some floors of storied circles; if I remember well, it consisted of six floors. There were sections of smaller and larger sizes that fit perfectly together: the section of the largest diameter was on the top, and the smallest one was at the bottom, and they could retract into each other until there has been visible only a wide disk that emitted light and flew spirally. But it could fly straight, as well. In the end, it disappeared at one point – or appeared and, in such cases, it rotated round its own centre."

"Yes, we know about them. What did happen at the meeting?"

"Well, they showed me the interior of the spaceship, and told me by telepathy that I must be able after a while to conduct it. For this reason, I was given some kind of training in the control room. They had returned more times and, I have learned the light-driven and the mind-controlled technology of space flight during more occasions. They transfused the knowledge into my mind, if I can say so. Gradually, so as not to be embarrassing. From that time, in my dreams from time to time, I travel to the Orion on that spaceship."

"And do you arrive there, even?"

"Sometimes. On such occasions, I am given continuing education, if I can say so. But, such a spaceship I am not able to create."

The Third Meeting

"That I see. No matter. Have you had any encounters with peaceful spacers, similar to this one?"

"This is the third one, since what could have been yet had been failed."

"What did happen?"

"The foresight guided me to the proper meeting point in the desert, where I was waiting for the spacers, but a convoy of corps on peeps went there right when the space-fortress began to land. They at once opened fire on the space-fortress, which returned the fire as well. The light that struck the convoy was a swift, faint, barely visible by eye flash, yet the entire convoy turned into vapour… Even the vehicles, the guns, everything. In its place, a pit burnt out is yawning merely. It got into the secret military reports by the name "microwave-incident", and there is no explanation of it even since then."

"Do not you fear, still?"

"No, I do not, since the sense of unity surpasses the incidental fear. Unity exists even if it does not exist seemingly…"

"Well, let us pass philosophy, let us be confined to the facts!"

"I cannot explain it even to myself. But the flash of light avoided me, and it did not extend to the spot where I was waiting. In addition, I was transferred from there in a minute, then back. Then there was waiting for me only the pit and the iridescent vapour cloud…Even the military intelligence could not explain it ever since. And there happened yet…"

Eyes of the communicator blinked, and this was not too promising.

"How is it possible that you have experienced so much during two hundred years?" He asks finally.

"Two hundred and fifty. Anyway, I do not know. Can I tell the last one?"

"Let him uncover his memories!" – the leader is intervening.

"The last one was the most peculiar. It appeared in the expected place and time: an entire city that flew, appeared suddenly from the nothing. Its enormous shape filled the firmament, its splendour darkened the sun. It was descending slowly, and it floated about three hundred meters above the ground. Then a beam was projected from it, and through it three spacers fell to the ground. They were not too tall, merely three metres long creatures. They were more stubby giants like most spacers. They called me closer by light signals. At a certain distance, the light ordered me to stop, so I stopped."

"What was this light like? By what did you know what this light wanted?"

"It was such a glare that my eyes hardly endured it. But what was it like that I did not know more about it. It transferred its will somehow into my mind, and that changed in speech there or, at least, I felt so."

"And what about the spacers?"

"They communicated by a mental way, as the others, or even you."

"What happened when you stopped?"

"The glare scanned, transilluminated me then, it burnt in me something that I felt, though it caused no pain."

"What was that?"

"Some kind of tangent-sight or something familiar. From it, I  recognised that they were with the flying city guards of the development of civilisations not only on the Earth but, in other worlds, as well."

"In detail?"

"They are the guards of the peace of the space, guards of changes. And they are their controllers, as well. They follow some kind of cosmic plan, they maintain, get sooner or later, certain civilisations to the end of their spiral cycle. They are the Guardians of the Cosmic Plan. They are sent from the centre that is hidden. It is hidden by the dark matter of space, but I do not know more exactly. There are other familiar beings who sometimes attack these Guardians. The imprint of their cosmic battles means a rise and fall of civilisations here on Earth, the opening of certain dimensions, closing up of other ones in the space. But, I do not know what law or rule this follows."

"Yes, this is clear from the patterns of your brain. Had you seen such interspacer battle yet?"

"No, only that I have told you."

"Well, now we will examine you, and if we consider you appropriate, then we will transform and teach you certain knowledge."

He Evolved Again

After this, the boxer found himself in the spaceship in a lab that had not been manifested so far. Here he was lying on an examination table, to which some force nailed him in with an irresistible force, and then the examination began. His consciousness had expired, like a candle flame in the wind, and when he regained his consciousness again, he was somewhat surprised to find that he had changed again. First of all, his state of mind has changed: he knew that these spacers were the delegates of the Matrix. He knew that, in fact, the three-dimensional body he sees of them is only a projection, because the real beings exist on the Matrix, namely in the Euclidean space, and the solid point searched for the philosophy, exists there, it is what guides them.

"And, me too, already", he thought. The notion arose in him only a faint wonder, but it did not shatter him.

He knew that these Matrix-beings keep together the pilgrims of the space, roaming all over the Galaxy; that these beings control from the Matrix all the visible and the invisible world along with their every manifestation. And already, he himself became its participant… His mind joined in that of the Matrix-beings, the stars of the visible universe, the dark streams of space, the time-space and the Matrix itself. In his mind, the colourful, bright kaleidoscope of the stars and symbols whirled, what exists as laws in the manifesting beings, and of all that the visible universe is composed of. Furthermore, his mind was enwrapped by pearly glimmering of the Matrix, and it permeated him and took him into itself as the sea.

In that moment, he became aware that the world had changed irrevocably: it turned toward the state of peace, unity, and he himself is its repository. By the time he thought it through, the spaceship disappeared with the spacers, and he took his road as the Pilgrim of the Infinity, to profess this knowledge all over.

Save the Earth…

His mind was composed of the stardust that, by their mysterious combination, symbols, the gripping development of the dream coming into existence from the Matrix with its charming beauty, have been made possible in him: till he lives as a boxer, till he steps as the Pilgrim of the Infinity, the world-vision keeps unfolding toward perfection, as a dream. And if he awakes, he is the repository of the dark streams of the space, that of the visible universe, that of the stardust-dream, and the perfection.

Since there ever, exists somebody who is given this privilege, and what is more, his dream is the world…

Written: 25/02. 2020., J. W. Cassandra
Translated: 23/03. 2020., by J. W. Cassandra

[1] I created the term 'boxer' after Asimov's novel flow who in his novels called the people who had previously lived on Earth and swarming into space "spacers". A boxer is a person who is the inhabitant of a "box", that is, a house or apartment. The term has nothing to do with boxing or fighter. I use the word-play 'boxer - spacer' in my short story of course, the spacer here is the 'alien being'.

[2] Word play: skilled in Hungarian is 'képzett', it sounds almost the same as equivalent, of fictive that is 'képzelt'.

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