Well they are made of pure consciousness, so maybe I only saw what I could imagine. They seemed to be mostly greenish, and their presence was transparent, like forms filled with water, that could reflect all light or freeze light into blackness.

They read my book and were fascinated how I knew about them even before they came into existence. But really I only had an inkling and then they took me to the future and I have refined my errors and tried to give you a visory. A history of a future vision.

I was on living in Tasmania on an autumn day with just a touch of rain. The sign at the corner read Patrick Street. I looked up, the sky was getting progressively darker, like a huge hail storm was brewing, then darker still till the sky went black. The unreal thing was that the houses, land and people were still lit as of an autumn day. All sound seemed to grind to a halt and there was absolute silence. The houses and streets and people became slowly transparent and then they were gone. Blinking and transfixed I stood in empty space with a black sky however my feet felt grounded.

Then reality seemed to flicker back into sight but this time like a grainy movie. Nothing came into focus, everything near at hand was like a super fast time lapse movie. The hills turned brown and the sky lightened to a grey and froze, the heat increased to a scorching summer day. The movie raced on and on, till my senses could take in nothing new and extraordinary because I was saturated with the unknowable. The experience decelerated, slowing gradually and ground to a silent halt.

The buildings had all gone, even the foundations were barely discernable... so I suspected I had not moved. How long had passed, at that point I had no idea.

In the distance I could see a building or at least a rather large object. Pale blue almost the colour of a pale sky, though it did not reflect the sky which stayed a warm grey. There was little to no breeze but I felt watched. Then the force was applied and I moved towards the Blue. It was as if I was a doll being walked by an invisible hand. The Blue was further away than it looked, maybe several miles. One would expect one's mind to be racing, and for one to have fear or excitement, depending on your disposition. Neither of these sensations played out in me. My mind was gently massaged, maybe hypnotised, maybe anesthetised.

The sun burnt through the thin atmosphere and breathing caught in my throat. I took off my jacket, after all Hobart can be cool in autumn. The Blue grew as I approached over parched ground with a few rank weeds. The hum must have been there all along but at first I had probably paid no attention to it. Then it was incessant, unwavering, permeating, it was vibrating me to a certain frequency. As I harmonised with the hum the vibration just transmitted me through, what I perceived to be the exterior wall of the Blue.

I didn't know when I entered Blue that these identities were somewhat like plants in that they synthetised sunlight as their energy source and converted the sunlight into consciousness. Here was a society built on consciousness. There I go, jumping ahead again.

Inside Blue were hallways and the walls were translucent, allowing the sunlight to permeate down and disperse. They halted me at this point and there I stood in their hall as they considered my existence.

Their thoughts were to some extent appearing in my mind, without sound, as if I was thinking these thoughts myself but I knew at that point their communication was telepathic. The floor ahead of me lit gently and I was informed to follow the lighted path. The floor as a soft plastic like material, maybe it was organic rather than chemical, maybe it was just the externalisation of consciousness. The over arching impression was of being inside a tube suspended in liquid with light filtering from all sides. The floor just being slightly brighter ahead of me and then losing the added luminance as I passed. It was not absolutely clear at first that I was rising up. The tube was like a hallway that also functioned as a lift so as I walked the hallway floated upwards.

The main reason for this perception was that the ambient light gradually increased. The tube ended in a flower like structure, floating on a lake of clear fluid. The flower like structure detached from the tube and drifted boat like. I sat on an internal fold which proved to be quite strong enough. The boat glided across the surface of the pool to an arched structure which obscured an open area in which several of my hosts awaited my arrival.

At the first meeting my welcoming committee presented themselves as closer in physical size to myself, however I was to discover later thattheir size and appearance is whatever they need it to be. On this occasion they resembled large amoeba like organisms, slightly green with numerous patches on their surface which could be solar receptors, or maybe eyes or perhaps a composite of both.

Here were identities that were enormously powerful and yet had no visible means of attacking me. "It was all in the mind" as the old phrase so succinctly states. Here were minds that magnified consciousness into a power millions of times the concentration of any human I had ever met.

When Homo Sapien (HS) scientists started to learn about the quantum universe, they were startled by the linkage between consciousness and quantum particles that could manifest as waves or particles. My hosts had accumulated enough consciousness to transform reality and time.The demonstration of plucking me from the past and transporting me to a future point in time was adequate proof.

What transpired during my interview was to change my views for ever. For their part I have little idea of what they wanted. They were curious as they studied my thoughts and emotions which they seemed to be capable of through reading both my thoughts and non invasively assessing my chemistry, electrical brain activity and level of consciousness. It was apparent that I was like some ancient prehistoric life form that represented an evolutionary stage in their own development

They did not need to carve me up or dissect me to appreciate my ancient mechanisms. They asked politely about sexuality and money. They were interested in politics and environmental issues. They were engaged when the subject of what climate was like for HS beings in the distant past and seemed engaged in some side conversation about species extinctions and for them a lack of diversity in life forms.

They didn't consider themselves as a life form as such. They looked at reality as a graded level of consciousness. So all the life-forms including myself were seen as either totally devoid of consciousness or in the case of HS there was an infinitesimal spark of consciousness, almost unmeasurable it is so small in their reckoning as to be a curiosity. One might expect that I would have been aware of thirst or hunger because time, at least in my experience of it, had taken place and yet I felt no sensations of thirst or hunger and even the old prostate was keeping a low profile.

Like a dream I don't remember leaving. The Policewoman who shook my shoulder where I lay on the pavement in Patrick Street, seemed surprised I had not been drinking.

"Are you all right Sir?" she asked.

"I must have taken a slight turn."

She turned to her partner who was already on his mobile.

No words were spoken but it was clear that he had taken the initiative and phoned for an ambulance.

I lay staring at the ceiling of the ambulance as it bumped along the irregularities of the Hobart streets. Was I insane? Since I had fallen from a ladder about a year previously I had suffered from some rather strange dreams but this dream / experience took the problem of my sanity to a whole new level.

How long had I lain on the Patrick Street sidewalk before the Police were called?