The Elder looked at Robert, then looked as if he was assembling his thoughts before he said, "you know a lot of things which shifted your reality around. There you were comfortable enough in your society, in your schema of the world. Now something causes conflict in your concept of government, of country, of the world, of your place in life. If all this is true, then what Robert?" Here the Elder waited.

             Robert looked helpless, no words did he have for this. A shake of his head, raised eyebrows and a shrug of his shoulders signifying, "I don't know."

            The Elder continued , "We have a cultural difference here. Before we can continue there must be agreements reached."

               Robert started to say something but the Elder raised his hand stifling the remark as he continued, "One more thought. If you get caught, and put to interrogation, what would you tell of us? Of our situation. If you knew more you'd tell more."

               Robert stiffened a bit, "I wouldn't divulge anything to them! I'd tell them nothing." Robert looked offended by the statement.

                 "Before you shape shift on me," the Elder continued, " That remark is a remark of an arm chair cowboy. I just gave you an herb which allows you to center and become peaceful. Do you not think that 'They' have more? Sodium Pentathol is not a household experience. If these people could and would consort with aliens against their own, what do you think they would do to you."

-From Neisthes journals  "Into the Night"