Fearless

Fearless

By Adam Dominiak

Fearless

By Adam Dominiak

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2012 Adam Dominiak

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Cover by Caress Crafts ©2013

All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is coincidental.

This book is dedicated to my beloved wife.

Special thanks to Gerda van Niekierk my fantastic editor, an old friend Miłosław Kaszuba for being impossibly difficult

and Erin Smart-Greyling for her input.

"The Kingdom of Heaven is within you."

Luke 17:21

"Everything we call real is made of things that cannot be regarded as real.

If quantum mechanics hasn’t profoundly shocked you, you haven’t understood it yet."

Niels Bohr

"Fear does not prevent death. It prevents life."

Naguib Mahfouz

intro

26th November 1966

Kenneth Ball yawned widely, walking briskly down the long, illuminated passage. It was half past midnight and the main door of the Club was already closed. He passed the gym studio and moved to the swimming pool hall and then, encouraged by total silence, he stopped for a short moment, lighting up a cigarette. He would not have been able to do it during the day, but now, at this time of night, he felt that he was the king of the Club.

He came to the main switchboard and switched off a number of lights left on by mistake by the sport attendants and, as always, cursed them roundly for this. The entire area turned into a semi-dark, almost church-like interior, with a surreal mirror from the still swimming pool water at its base. He found a key hanging on the wall and put it inside the keyhole of a brown metal box - a clock machine he carried with him. He turned the key twice and the machine made a mechanical noise, printing a row of numbers on a narrow paper tape rolled up in the small plastic spool.

Once, to Ken’s amusement, the Duty Manager had showed him the inside of the machine. He retrieved the tape for his security report which he had to produce once a week. It was amazing to see how cleverly the American electric engineers had designed it. It had a network of colourful wires, a miniature printer, and a white electric clock which was propelled by nothing more than a single battery. And the most amazing of all was the size of the machine: it was not much bigger than a regular shoe box. It had a long strap, so the night porters could carry it over their shoulders like a train conductor’s ticket bag. He was struck by the technological progress and was thrilled to think that this machine could be even smaller in the future.

There were a dozen keys located in different parts of the building, which hung on the walls on short chains. After each one was inside the keyhole, the machine recorded on the tape the individual number of the key and the exact time. The Club’s management had purchased the system only a few months earlier and as the secretary had emphasised: it was not a cheap buy and the porters were instructed to be very careful with the box.

Ken moved downstairs with the large bunch of master keys rattling loudly in his hands. It was a silly job to remember them all, to know which key opened which door. After using them every day, he found that there were a few keys that did not match any of the doors that existed on his nightly walk, but tonight he was about to find a door he had never seen before - a door which when opened would drastically and unexpectedly change his future.

He walked to the last key and turned it swiftly inside the machine. In front of him was a long, dark, arched passage used by the Club’s maintenance team for storing unwanted metal buckets and scaffolding pipes. He usually avoided this part of the basement, but tonight he was curious as to what else this passage way held.

He pressed the light switch, but nothing happened. The electric bulb must have blown. He shone his torch and curiously walked inside. Long scaffolding pipes occupied most of the floor’s surface. He noticed an old dusty cupboard in the far side of the passage. Enticed, he walked closer and, realising that the cupboard was not locked, he opened it with the great hope of finding something interesting. A shiver of anticipation lit his mind: maybe he could find something worth stealing, which would probably stay unnoticed for many days so no-one would point fingers at him.

To his disappointment there were only a few empty biscuit boxes, probably from the time of the war, and a couple of jam jars with rusty nails and screws inside.

He hissed in anger and with a massive kick unleashed his fury on the old cupboard, closing its door with a loud, powerful bang. Then again, kicking it from the side. The entire piece of furniture shook in its foundation and swung slightly from one side to the other.

He was just about to turn around, but something caught his attention. He realised that under his physical persuasion the old cupboard had moved slightly away from the wall. It was only about a couple of inches, but enough to attract his attention. He carefully looked behind it, assisted by his flashlight’s beam, and froze with astonishment. At the back of the old closet was a door frame. With all his force he moved the old locker cupboard away from the wall. It gave a squeaky protest sound and he could hear a number of cans and nail-filled jars falling over, but besides the noise the dusty piece of furniture did not resist Kenneth’s muscles, sending only a small avalanche of dust from its top.

Then he stood in front of the centuries-old wooden door with flaking red paint covering its surface. He could not believe his luck. Where could this door lead to? No-one had ever told him about it. The thrill of excitement sent a wave of adrenalin straight into his blood stream.

The door was locked with an ancient, partly corroded, padlock. He examined his master keys, but none of the keys matched the lock. He looked around and grabbed a long metal scaffolding pipe from the floor. He swung it high, hitting down on the padlock, but missed it by an inch. He tried again with all his force. This time he had better luck - it broke open immediately. After a moment of hesitation he removed the smashed padlock, pushed the handle and slowly opened the door with a rusty squeak.

In front of him was a world of darkness.

A smell of humidity and mould reached Ken’s nostrils. He sent the beam of light from his torch into the dark space. Now he could see a bit better. In front of him was an arched passageway that looked like a forgotten extension of the corridor from the other side of the door. His torch was not the brightest light so he could not see in its timid, shimmering glow how long the passage was, but he was not sure if he wanted to walk in anyway. It was dark and with the dusty spider webs hanging down from the ceiling, it did not look very inviting.

Should he explore it now or should he inform the other night porter of his intentions before doing so? Making wise decisions were not one of Ken’s best attributes. He decided to follow his impulses and jumped down the rabbit hole, in a manner of speaking. He disappeared behind the wooden door without any further contemplation.

He walked a few yards until he reached a long staircase leading downwards, disappearing into the unwelcome darkness. A shiver of Fear ran across his spine. Somehow the unpredictable length of the stairs made him rethink his impulsive decision – it felt alien and unwelcoming. What if he needed another torch? He had to go back, find the other porter and inform him of his plans of exploring the tunnel.

He turned around and ran back upstairs.

chapter one

28th October 2006

Mark Hastings, the Night Manager of the Club sat on the long sofa in the building’s Main Hall. A minute earlier he had been watching demons turning into angels on the streets of central London, but now, in an equally supernatural way, he had arrived back in the Club and the building was dark and empty.

He was sitting in solitude, feeling uneasy, when Larhian’s angelic voice, thankfully, returned. He felt relieved that he could hear her again after the utter horror of seeing an entire zoo of demons flying above him. He asked in the voice of an enthusiastic child, yet with distinguished Fear written between the words: ‘Is it true? Everything that Gerald said about who is running the world, I mean?’

‘And, what do you think? What is your choice?’ her voice echoed in the walls of the building.

‘I beg your pardon?’ Mark was taken aback.

‘It is entirely up to you and your beliefs. My answer to you is yes... or maybe no. Just recall everything that he said to you and think about it. It is easier than you think. Just close your eyes and imagine that you are back there with him, talking.’

Mark replied: ‘If only it would be so easy’.

‘Can you see that reality now, for you, has different rules? So, just try before you say impossible.’

Mark closed his eyes and imagined the Crystal Bar and a moment later he really was there, as in a dream that appeared to be boldly real.

chapter two

23rd October 2006

The Secret

It was just after one o’clock at night and the Club was covered in a blanket of dreamy peaceful calmness. Mark sat in a deep chair in the Crystal Bar and gazed out of the window at the street. Mayfair and the entire London appeared to go to sleep and only some lost black taxi rushed somewhere and splashed aside a puddle of water. He realised bitterly that the place he worked was not only a respected private Club where the London’s rich and influential met to relax but also a place for secret meetings of Satanists who carried their black masses and human sacrifices in the ancient tunnels under the streets of London. He wanted to call the Police but Gerald the old Welsh Night Porter’s desperate attempts to stop him doing so, were adding to Mark’s fervent mental state.

He was still shocked from what he had witnessed deep under the ground and even more from what he had heard from Gerald. His story about the powerful world Elites secretly controlling the Western Civilisation above the heads of the governments and killing everyone who dared to come too close to exposing their existence to the public, it was just mind boggling. He desperately did not want to believe it, but he was gravely aware that the murder he saw had happened and with brutal consequences to rest of his life.

Mark sat on the chair like an altar boy punished during mass and observed the old man talking to him. He was looking blankly at the flames in the fireplace and was only partially absorbing the old man’s passionate words.

The Crystal Bar became suddenly strangely cold and uninviting.

The old man lit up another cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke into the darkness above him and said: ‘You want to know who really pulls the strings here and how this world of ours really works. Everything is different from what you think, but remember, that as hopeless as all of it may sound, it is not that bad- it never is, as everyone can easily be free from absolutely all the evil I will describe to you and I will tell you how.

None of the things I am about to show you are absolute and unchangeable, and everyone can have a perfectly happy, fulfilling life if one so chooses, but it is good to also know the dark side of our reality. It is a matter of only making one conscious decision, a decision that anyone of us can make, so as to be free from any negative aspect of our world, as horrendous as it may appear from what you may hear from me now. You must remember this when I talk about the really nasty things. There is always a choice to be free. Always! The Universe will never leave us here without hope.

You see, these Elites, the small group of super influential people who rule the Western World, are more powerful than many may realise. Officially, nothing like this even exists, but it is nothing more than a clever, disinformation technique and a smoke screen created to allow the Elites to have their go. My friend, you have no idea how big this all is. Their tentacles are everywhere; they control the world’s financial systems and, via this, they control most of the world’s governments and big corporations. Sometimes it is done quite openly, but often in such a clever and secretive way that most of the politicians and those who pull the strings in this world, don’t have a clue that they are, in fact being played like a Spanish guitar.

You know, for many decades scientists have studied human behaviour and they‘d learned much more than ordinary people may think and some of their findings are kept secret, carefully guarded by the Elites from public view. Many of these scientists were absolute geniuses, like Nicola Tesla for example, but the wider public have never learnt about the full extent of their work or only very little, at best. It is all guarded by the Elites to gain power over the rest of the population and to gain huge amounts of money at the same time.

The Elites’ extraordinary greed; their sick lust for money and for power is just shocking – there seems to be no limit. The name of the game is to have absolute control over the population; any method is acceptable, even the most immoral ones. Their greed blinds them. Their greed turns their hearts into stone and makes them very dangerous to others and, in fact, for the future of our planet.’

‘And they obviously want to keep their power forever,’ added Mark.

‘Oh yes! The extent to which they try to control the population is just amazing and absolutely horrendous; they poison us, harm us in many sophisticated ways, and even try to control our lifespan. Every once in a while they kill people who are in their way. No remorse, my friend. And of course you’d never learn about it in the news slots, because they control what you watch in the first place. They tell you what to and what not to believe. The truth is not important; the news channels’ interpretation of facts is what you get instead of the truth. The bottom line is that they think of themselves as gods and look down at the rest of the population. You have no idea how big and complex all of this is, but don’t get too depressed - there are other good and moral forces in the world, less visible on TV I spouse, so it is not really as bad as it may sound.

You see, Mark, you’ve stepped into some big crap and I only want to save your skin ... actually from yourself. To have any chance to confront them, you have to understand who these people are, what motivates them and how they operate, before you are tempted to make a stupid move.

Your young enthusiasm and attitude is not enough, you must be very clever and armed with the right knowledge to stand against them.

You have to understand two points: firstly, that most of the things you know about the world is not the full picture, and lots of it is a bit different than the complete truth really is. In fact, what you believe about the world was designed by an outside force and implanted in you over the years, so you only know as much as someone else wants you to know.

Secondly, you need to know the truth of how the world really works, because then, armed with this knowledge, you will daily distinguish between the lies and the truths. You will simply lose the blinkers you’ve worn your whole life. It may not be easy for you, because you are so used to your blinkers and your lies and false beliefs about the world, that you will defend it to the death.

You need to do only one thing, albeit a very difficult thing – you have to be open.

It is better to forget what you were taught at school, about who we humans really are and what we are capable of and so on, as all this information is one-sided and created to mislead you and redirect you from seeing the fullness of reality.

The world is different than what is seems to be. The Elites make sure that you know only as much as they have decided you should know, and that you’d never ask the right questions to ever find the truth. In addition, they made you believe in all sorts of lies about the world, created by them to mislead, confuse and redirect your attention from ever finding the truth. Remember, the best lie is if ninety percent of it is actually true and only the main point is false, and this is what they do by giving us knowledge about our reality and ourselves.

What is really happening is a secret, held in the hands of a very few people, kept from you and me for entire centuries, purely to retain and expand their power over us. If all of us know this secret, they would be exposed and would lose everything and it is the last thing they’d want.

The reality is that you were lied to throughout your whole life, and you’re so used to this lie that if someone were to actually tell you the truth it would sound so out of place and crazy that you would never believe it. You have lived in this lie since you were a baby and you swallow it every day, as it surrounds you. It is everywhere: you hear it, you see it, you breathe it, and have it for breakfast every morning, so you are good friends with it. It is like a complex, self-propelled, brainwashing machine, attacking you from many angles and every day, with readily digestible misinformation.

But, however you look at it, it is still a lie and nothing can change that. It doesn’t matter how accustomed you have become, or that everyone around you believes in this lie, as the unquestionable truth is that it is still a lie. The person who starts to see the truth becomes the loneliest being in the world, as everyone around him or her will think that he or she is wrong and crazy.

You want to hear the truth, so I need to warn you again that it won’t be easy for you to digest. The truth is very dark and never easy to swallow, but this is how it is.

You want to know who these people are, who you saw down there in those damned tunnels.

To know that, you must first understand who we as humans are and how a healthy human should theoretically act and what we are really capable of. Without it, you may get lost in all I’m about to reveal to you, and then if you approach those creeps they can kill you – because it would be the easiest way to silence you. They can never learn that you know who they are.

To explain it all, I need to start from what I know about Quantum Physics, because otherwise you won’t get anything out of this. Of course, I’m not a scientist but I know a bit and what I understand of quantum physics and other sciences are pretty crucial to understanding who we are as a race, and how cleverly controlled and enslaved we are by people similar to those excuses for human beings you saw down there in the tunnels.

This, what you saw, as horrendous as it appeared, is just the tip of the ice-berg and I will try to show you more.

Quantum physics is a science of possibilities, and it states that basically everything is possible.

So, firstly the material world, which according to some ignorant people is the only thing that exists, it is built up of matter, as you probably know. Why I call them ignorant people is because science has known for years that the visible matter constitutes for only a mere 5% of reality. What is the rest? Well …they don’t exactly know themselves - they can only guess. They have a few, more or less plausible, theories and hypothesis which they want to prove in experiments such as the massive hadron-collider near Geneva, but they are mostly only theories. For example, they’ve created a theory of so-called Dark Matter and Dark Energy to find out what the 95% of invisible reality is, but they still don’t know much for sure. But then came the idea of Multiverse and this complicated everything even further because we’ve realised that there can be many ‘realities’, but I am jumping the gun here.

So the grand majority of the existing reality is invisible, almost immeasurable, and virtually untouchable by scientists, even with the use of state-of-the-art technology, but they know that it exists.

Did you ever ask yourself, what matter is made of? Entire matter? We, in this world, tend to concentrate our whole attention on the material reality, as if there was nothing more to life, but do we really know what it is?’

Mark replied: ‘Everything is built from different density matter. Matter itself is built from atoms and atoms are built from smaller particles - everyone knows that.’ His voice had a mixture of irritation and the strangely bored tone of someone who, in that particular moment, wanted to be somewhere else. He had finished university, so he felt uncomfortably strange that an uneducated, old man wanted to explain these things to him, but Gerald seemed to notice Mark’s troubled thoughts.

He said, ‘That is how it is built, but what is it? What is the matter within the matter?’ Gerald smiled. ‘What constitutes matter which the universe is built of, in fact, including you and me? From our perspective, when you look closer at it through powerful microscopes you realise that we are all built up of atoms, but if you look even closer you realise that an atom is almost empty. If you look inside an atom you find there an almost perfect copy of a Solar system, in miniature version. There is the Sun – a nucleus and a number of electrons orbiting it like planets circle the Sun. The space between the electrons and nucleus is so extraordinarily huge in comparison to their size, that if you say that atoms are virtually empty, you won’t be far from the truth.

You take an atom of hydrogen, for instance… if I remember the proportions correctly, if you imagine that the nucleus is the size of a beach ball, the electron (hydrogen has only one electron) is the size of an orange and is circling around the nucleus a quarter of a mile away! See my point? What is in between? According to the physics, nothing – they call it a vacuum, so the whole atom is an almost empty thing. And emptiness is not material – it is the absence of any matter. If you look deeper and deeper into how the smallest particles of matter are built, you’d realise that they are more similar to frozen bytes of information than something as hard as what is commonly known as rock solid matter. You were told in school that matter exists in three different forms: solid, liquid or gas, but you were never told what the heck matter is itself. And this is the real question here.

I am sure that you’ve probably never dug deeper to understand it all, taking it for granted, the same as the majority of people, because all of us take it as some kind of abstract, irrelevant information in our everyday lives, which is only of some importance to a small group of partly crazy, in a common view, scientists. But is it really? And I bet you, no one told you that those smallest known particles behave in a very strange and unearthly way. Some of them, for instance, appear in two places at the same time. Imagine, the same thing existing in two different places. This is just beyond our comprehension and yet this is exactly what happens. It is like you, Mark, right now, sitting here and talking to me and yet at the same time you are in Reception, reading a book. Do you know what I mean? You are here and there – not your copy, but you, the same person in two places! It is very difficult to even imagine.

But that’s not all - other particles appear and disappear from existence... well, seeing it from our perspective. It sounds crazy to someone educated by the shallowness of the modern school system, but that’s exactly how they behave. Some scientists even believe that they pop in and out of different dimensions, and sometimes we see them and sometimes the guys on the other side see them… you know, someone like us, but who live in a different dimension or in a parallel Universe.

Other particles move in a way the observing scientists want them to move. So, those clever guys started to think that these particles must move under the influence of the will power of the scientists observing them. They literally are in places where the scientists expected them to be before they even started their experiments – you know what I mean, a different place for a different doctor of physics. Oh yeah, the results were, in a way, very personal.’

He gave a short laugh that turned into an asthmatic cough. His face became red and his eyes so big that they looked as if they were just about to be launched out of their sockets. Finally the cough eased and Gerald took a few long breaths.

Then he said, ‘A few guys, in different parts of the world, were researching those particles at more or less the same time and all had very different results. They appeared in the positions scientists expected them to appear, long before their experiments even commenced, as though they listened to the expectations of the person conducting the experiment, so they decided, quite logically, that these particles move under the influence of human will and do you know what?... they are quite serious about it as they don’t have any other logical explanation, plus there is, apparently, growing evidence from different branches of science that this is exactly what happens. Fancy that? That’s what their conclusion was - the power of thought!

I know it sounds like hippy, wishy-washy crap, or some New Age philosophy, but it was exactly their conclusion, and believe me, these guys are bloody credible - they’re all respected and well-known scientists. If someone knows what they are talking about, it is probably them.

You see, those particles are so small, illusionary, unpredictable and what’s the word … capricious, that it is difficult to believe, for people like you and me, that they can form something as solid and complex as a piece of granite rock or diamond.

So it appears that the small particles of atoms can move by human will. Does it mean that on a bigger scale this is also the rule - on the scale of the whole atom and bigger? The answer is yes. There is nothing in theory that would stop us from doing exactly that. Impossible? Why? You can move matter on a small scale so why can’t you do that on a bigger scale as well? In fact, we do it very often, but we are not aware that we actually do so, thinking that it is all just a coincidence.

In fact, we can create entire situations. Oh yes, my friend. And this is the most interesting thing of all, and I guess no one told you that in school, ha! And do you know why? Because it is highly inappropriate for you to know, as well as for millions of other people, who have to become drivers, nurses, plumbers, teachers, house-wives, businessmen, priests, hookers, shopkeepers or Night Managers, as you are, or a retired porter like me. According to the Elites, ordinary people must either not know or must not understand the implications of this fact. It looks like we human beings are creators, much more literally than we ever thought, but the Elites condition us to think that we are powerless little bugs in need of being controlled.

Our whole civilisation is concentrating on matter, as if it were the only real thing, but in fact, many scientists tend to think that matter is like a hologram; it does not really exist in the way most of us think it exists,

Everything, absolutely everything, is energy that vibrates differently - some visible to us, some not. Matter is also energy vibrating at its own frequency. If we learn how to control the frequency of these energies we can control them and even shape them in a real Biblical miracle-like manner. Oh yes, we’re all able to perform real miracles, only by setting our minds in a particular way. It could be nothing more than controlling the frequency of the matter with our own human, heightened frequency, or perhaps the material world only exists for us because it is constantly supported by our mental powers,’ Gerald said. Mark’s mind seemed to be struggling with something else.

‘With all due respect, Gerald - so what? What does this have to do with the murder I’ve just witnessed?’ Mark replied with muted anger.

‘Everything, Mark... absolutely everything, but I’m coming to that, just be patient. I think you hear me, but you don’t fully understand what I’m actually saying to you.

You see, scientists started to ask questions which not many have asked before. I mean, questions like: who are we, as humans, if we can manipulate matter only with our thoughts? What are thoughts? What are they made of? How powerful are we really if we can control the material world with only our mental powers? And why has this ancient knowledge, so helpful in everyday life, disappeared from our tradition? Is it only a coincidence or the calculated action of some force? Why have we forgotten it and nowadays even doubt if it was ever possible?

Can you imagine that we humans are the only creatures on this planet that can control matter by nothing more than our thoughts and faith! No animals can do that. This is revolutionary!’ Gerald sounded excited. ‘This is bigger than the discovery of America, yet this information was suppressed from the public and never openly advertised in the media, but why? Five people die from some new type of flu, or some celebrity has a fight with her boyfriend and all the TV stations talk about it like crazy, yet, information so revolutionary to the quality of life of every person on this planet was never highlighted or even mentioned, except in specialised scientific magazines, which, let’s face it, most people have never even heard of.

This is more important to the evolution of the human race than the discovery of fire and yet the media says: who cares?

‘I can give you a very logical answer: maybe no one gives money to research, because it is not true,’ said Mark.

‘It is proven that this is the naked truth, but the Elites don’t want too many people to know that. Everyone can perform real miracles but someone doesn’t want us to believe that it is even possible.

The Elites knew and used this secret and are ready to kill anyone who wants to steal it from them, all to allow them to keep and gain power and money. It was obviously not in the interest of the Elites to share that information with the rest of the population. We must believe that we are powerless, in need of having rulers. This is what the Elites want us to think.

They exploit every, absolutely every, human weakness. They think of themselves as superior in every possible way to average citizens of this world, and most of them don’t think much about us at all. We are only their servants, at best. They are totally possessed by their dysfunctional, big, egos.

You see, we humans are kind of multi-dimensional beings and we are living in a few different dimensions at the same time. Before you say anything, I’ll explain to you what I mean by dimension.

Well, generally speaking, everything, absolutely everything, is energy vibrating in different ways. Everything vibrates at its own frequency – granite rock vibrates differently than water, and water differently than nitrogen gas, which vibrates very differently to a chemical reaction called fire, or something like human emotions.

How do I see it? Dimension is a state of existence that vibrates within a certain frequency band. All the objects, elements and so on, vibrating within this frequency band, are visible in that particular dimension, or at least noticeable or measurable in some way. Our dimension is material, as you can see it.

Any dimension is a world on its own, with its own rules, laws, inhabitants and other features, all invisible to the inhabitants of another dimension, which can have very different rules of physics, for example.

The dimensions are similar to certain frequency bands on a radio or TV set. So, if you listen to one radio station playing Jazz music on a certain radio frequency, let’s say 100 MHz, you will not hear another station playing Hip Hop at the same time on 95 MHz. To be able to listen to the second station you must change the frequency on your radio from 100 to 95 MHz, but then the music from the first station will obviously disappear as you can only receive one radio station at a time. If you listen to your Jazz station, it does not mean that the Hip Hop music station does not exist only because you cannot hear it at that particular moment. You just know that there are many other stations playing their stuff at the same time, even if you can’t hear them right now. Easy and logical, isn’t it?

Dimensions are like that. Certain energy vibrates at a higher frequency, some lower. Another analogy: we can hear sounds only from about 20 Hz to something around 10,000 Hz - everything above that is called ultrasound and is below infrasound and our ears cannot hear it. We cannot hear sound frequency of, let’s say, 20,000 Hz, because our ears are not built for it. Some animals, such as dogs, can hear such frequency sounds, but does it mean that these sounds don’t exist only because we cannot perceive them? It would be silly to think that way; yet, this is exactly what we often do.

The same principles apply to matter. For example, now on this planet there can be, theoretically, many different parallel realities, all invisible to one another because the frequency differs, but yet they could still be material enough to be supported by some version of our planet. There could be different beings living here on Earth at the same time, but invisible to