End Game -- Part 1
or Take Me to Your Leader...Fifty Years After the Fact.
And I have first dibs on Check Mate.
I believe that I have, several years ago, worked out the essential pieces of the UFO puzzle -- How did they get here, and why did they come? Elsewhere on this website I have laid out the answer, with considerable redundancy. Part of the answer is that there exist individuals in positions of influence who have already obtained the answer from our "visitors."
However, as part of the "Prime Directive," such individuals are not allowed to divulge the answer to the public. The visitors are waiting for the rest of us to guess the answer spontaneously, since this is the least coercive way of getting our civilization to awaken to the larger truth.
Given the present state of our communication, it would only take one "uninitiated" person to spontaneously figure out the Truth, and then that person could impart it to the others. That is what I have been attempting to do, but, of course, other people are more demanding of proof. How can that proof be provided, without violating the prime directive? For several years I have been struggling to find a practical way to provide a sufficient degree of indirect proof in order that I could persuade a few key individuals to sit down with me to begin a serious discussion of my proposed answers. Once such a discussion gets underway, it could easily be expanded.
The stickiest wicket is always that first one. Let's suppose that I have succeeded in establishing indirect communication with the people who have the inside information. Why would they not then pull the necessary strings to initiate the discussion process? When this did not happen I was puzzled. Perhaps I was wrong.
What I have come to realize, and what I suspected all along, is that this is not just an academic exercise. Part of the answer is that if we are to survive the impending eschaton, we must have great faith in the cosmos and in ourselves. This is something that the teacher must be able to demonstrate.
What, finally is required, I believe, is a public act of faith. Some grand, persuasive and appropriate gesture. I have also suspected for some time what this gesture might be, but only recently have I obtained the courage of my convictions. The final problem was to draw the line between the teacher and the exhibitionist, and to find the proper balance between prudence and a sense of great urgency.
What this boils down to is the End Game. Here is my proposed strategy. I do not actually have to act out the grand gesture in order to get the desired result. I merely have to persuade others that I am perfectly capable of doing it and furthermore that it would be a reasonable thing for me to do.
The End Game is, very crudely, a game of chicken. Less crudely, it is simply a quasi-public reality check. What I say to my would-be interlocutors is, in effect, that if you do not take me to your leader, I will go to him. To put it another way, it would violate the Prime Directive for ET to "land on the White House lawn," but I can do so in their stead, and accomplish the same purpose. Various objections to this scenario come to mind, but I believe that I can meet those objections, and will attempt to do so in what follows.