This biography page is the prologue of a story written from the charactor of a woman who many in times past found easy to dislike and have done many terrible things to, but are not yet aware of who she is to them. The woman also has alter egos they are unaware of, all of whom are given the opportunity to throw their two cents in while telling their story... a story ultimately about the use and abuse of DNA by various species originating on other planets while posing as human on Earth, and the response of Spirit... the activator of the body...

The arguments amongst the species take place in a world where a race of insect- like small grey creatures who are all identical to each other physically, spiritually, morally, and intellectually, and whose numbers are huge (referred to here as "the hive"), have been duping humans from the fourth dimension longer than anyone knows for sure. The hive offers many promises to humans which are lies, in exchange for human DNA. Their breeding program has been in earnest for many decades, and human DNA is needed for their own upbreeding... for without it they can never leave the fourth dimension and onto higher consciousness, as they refuse to acknowledge the Galactic Center and all values of Truth, Honesty, and Justice.

In the process, they have become very influential through human consciousness in the third dimension, literally taking over the full consciousness of many of the human species... without the permission or even awareness of humans. The hive holds reptilian- influenced DNA as of the greatest value to their breeding program due to the thousands of years of interchange of reptilians (also of the fourth dimension) and humans. As the reptilians have the inherent possibility of going on to higher dimensions, this is what the hive wants... without following any directives from the Galactic Center, known as Sacred Law. Thus in their programs and actions, they continue to be blatantly criminal... in short, they do not want to have to work on their inherent spiritual problem but want all of the benefits of higher consciousness anyway.

Meanwhile the human species in this story is losing its own consciousness and hence the abilities to reason and think, unknowingly, as their DNA from generation to generation, carefully tracked by the hive, becomes more and more hive- influenced. The reptilians, on the other hand, have always been in power and control from the fourth dimension, and many from higher dimensions, and have at best tolerated the hive for eons. However, some renegade reptilians chose to align themselves with the hive in the history of the world in this story, and have been promoting the hive's breeding program. In this story, this is frowned on by most reptilians of the fourth dimension, and certainly all of the reptilians in higher dimensions. For what is happening is that the human species itself is quickly paving its own destruction unknowingly, and as the reptilians are somewhat dependent on the human species they cannot allow this to happen.

Thus the ancient Draco, god of all that is reptilian, under great duress came to the same conclusions as that of the Galactic Center and all who have worked for the betterment of Gaia and the human species. The ancient one in this story decreed that the energy net of the fourth dimension encasing human consciousness into the third should be lifted by the reptilians themselves with the help of those working closely with the Galactic Center... specifically the inhabitants of the Pleaides, prior arch- enemies, who have much love and concern for humanity, and with others. In this way, humanity would be able to wake from its hive- induced slumber, see reason, and avert its own destruction. The charactor of this story writes from the perspective of a lifetime of living in DNA which is both reptilian and Pleaidian influenced. Although the hive tried their best, and even managed to manipulate and influence some lower- consciousness reptilians for help, they were not able to wipe her out and assume the shell of her body, as there was no permanent history of hive influence in her reptilian- influenced genetic history. What little influence the hive held briefly in consciousness only concerning her, she eliminated.

The author of various works of fiction, science fiction, fantasy, and erotica is here... Hello, friends... you know who I am... Hello, enemies... you know who you are too... here, briefing the beloved audiences of past, present, and future tenses Right Now... and thus begins the science- fictional multi-dimensional saga, ultimately of Hope in finding Life, titled:

"Are You Still There?"

PROLOGUE

Who am I, now, do you wonder...

Oh, wonder... the beauty of the sheer ability to do so itself...

An ability one takes for granted... til one almost loses it through one of those trivially common yet most unfortunate mishaps with the wrong species, that is...

My friends call me Miles and a few other odd adjectives attached to the descriptive nouns of both vertebrate and invertebrate kingdoms.

Particularly those of the intelligently and stealthfully crawling, feathered, and scaled variety.

Sparrow is amongst them. She and I co- authored an important work in the past... hysterically funny gal, but Do Not... repeat, Not... fuck with her. Warm and fuzzy I may be, but... well, you simply have no clue.

Nor do you know who her friends are... who also seem to like and be awfully supportive of me.

Many lightening strikes and resultant burnings are only the beginning... ya gotta luv 'er, couldn't ask for a better in one's court. And she's always been so good to me.

My enemies call me far too many things to list... oh, bother. Use your imagination... it's all there, and then some.

Yawn.

But contrary to popular opinion, I do not have the keys to either one's life or death.

We each have our own.

I only possess the rarest of abilities to influence the quality of such... a far more interesting prospect, anyway... don't you think?

I particularly enjoy, from time to time, the influence upon same of my enemies.

And why shouldn't I, you ask? Why shouldn't I, indeed...

Well, well... the ink will tell...

Let's just all sing along now, "you've come a long... way... baby... to get where you got to, today..."

Odometer turned over too many times to count.

Reset.

Think, now... think... Mileage, Inc... writing our Mileage Ink...

Scarey stuff for those already proven to be faint of heart.

Especially, in particular, to those who indulged in trying to control paranormal "experiments" with Us.

Not to mention, as well, those involved in the many, many sessions of Us being sent into the "future" to ascertain important events, dates, names, calanders, newspapers... and then deliver such upon return, in our servitude to them... in their ridiculous mockery of attempting to control All Of Life Itself.

And, think on this dear readers, friends and foe alike, if one is taught to Be a weapon, do you think one does not know how to Use It?

Knuckle crrraaack... sound bloody familiar? Now, my dear sweet yellow- undersided enemies, for whom I still carry such a soft and warm spot in My own beating, thriving Heart... (you have not also forgotten That! now have you, poor things with poorer memory...) ...what an easy prey you erroneously thought that living organ of mine, what a mark of naivete' you assumed I carried... oh, surprise, surprise... now,

Notice! how my skin is still as white and glowing and smooth and soft as a lily's... sensual... translucent... that very rarest of pulsing throbs of the bluest electricities of a certain undeniable type of Life glowing through... yes, dears... even after all this time, even after all of those bloody unfortunate incidences I have endured at your hands... and Dare I ask, now, how dost thou's own skin farest today?

Oh... tsk, tsk. I am sooooo sorry. But unauthorized time travel at the expense of others does have its consequences.

My lips are as vibrant as the rose of the crown I wear; my golden hair, now mostly silver, still flows and falls in an ethereal spin; my lithe musculature is as that of the Lynx in the West, entity and place of the heart of the dream of secrets and of mystery herself, which you so enjoyed wasting to bone as I sat inside and watched (yes, dears, I Did watch)-- now restored... sitting as the Sphinx calmly contemplating the sands of this space... I kiss you...

A deep, smoldering close- mouthed affair that blazes my own soul in its purpose, intent, and magnaminity of character... (after all, I can afford to be generous)... and chills yours to the bone... answer me, Now! I demand:

Why is eternity forever?

If you get that, you've got it all.

Need I tell you, be afraid... be very, very afraid... I think not. That is, if (and that's a mighty big if) you choose to stay stuck where you're at. Not much fun there... let's move on... west-ward, ho...

Onto a greater dream, one with infinite possibilities.

You have, I'm sure, got at least that one aaaaaall- a- figured- out in your infinite wisdom.

And the fact that you have blundered through some very grave (pun intended)... oops! kind of miscalculations (but this time of astronomical proportions) is, as they say these days, Not My Problem.

But let's just for once-- just for the sake of the kiddies, mom, and apple pie-- just this ONCE! by the GOD OF LIZARDS HIMSELF, let's make this a Workable arrangement, now shall we? Your alternatives are, after all, rather limited. You could do one hell of a lot worse than the likes of me as representative.

And, after All... most of those with similar DNA as mine unfortunately in the control of The Hive most certainly did not know either who I am or where I came from... for those, I'm sure we can work something out. Diplomatic negotiations are, after all, my specialty... as you are all well aware of.

The rest... well, there are unfortunately some of you who'll just have to live with the special demotions created just for you... aaahhhh... divvied as the result of your own actions violating Sacred Law, as this was quite long ago Decreed To Be Agreed Upon... by superiors far superior to your own. I'm sorry. But do know that you will eventually learn and catch up.

And I'll be there, waiting for you. All a- warm- n- fuzzy... big grins (oh, just stop it now, I hear it, you're thinking a worse hell you could not imagine enduring... I'm really not that bad, you know. Have a fuzzy, on me... pink, even... aaaaaaggghhh... snicker, snicker...).

Oh, what a tangled web we weave... sweet enemies, did you know you carry your own evidence? But of course... after all, you checked out mine... ran rampant right through it with great glee, everything you gained unauthorized access to, and destroyed everything you could possibly get your filthy hands on concerning me... way ahead of time... or so you thought... chuckle... so now examine your own DNA codes for the proof (as if your third- dimensional physically deteriorating conditions were not enough)... did you know it is all fixable? Just depends on what and who you are listening to... and what you choose to believe.

Don't look at Me... you chose your own programs... and were unable to steal and apply My Own to yours in any permanent fashion... what is happening now is truly, to quote you yourself, "nothing personal", you know.

"Nothing Personal" ?... oh, my, my... that one's really probably just- about- my- fav- line of yours.

And again, I quote you now, "There's nothing I can do for you".

And again, now, "My hands are tied".

I know you have a hard time believing this is not a personal agenda, especially after what all you yourselves have pulled, in violation of the, shall we say, rather difficult decisions of Draco, put on the spot, Himself... so don't even think you're going to cause Me? any more problems... an alliance with us of the Pleaides, long- standing arch- enemies, who'da thunk... and, 'tisagreed on our end as well, especially concerning my own DNA codes.

Lifting The Veil... the fourth- dimensional net held in place for eons by our scaley friends, encasing the vast majority of humanity's consciousness, and now Lifting It... thus onto Higher Consciousness, and Quickly, lest we ALL die...

Draco chose well.

Let's give them a hand.

This kind of mix is a rare one indeed.

Let all the new- agers believe whatever the hell their rainbow- ey, sunshine- y widdle tweetie pie hearts want... as long as the job gets done.

Live and let live. My motto: Nod and Smile.

My lack of personal agenda is even more difficult for you to believe I'm sure, confidently considering what all your performances have been concerning me... I mean, you really knocked yourselves out on this one. I became even more well- known quite far and wide as the result of your pathetic (albeit rather premature) celebrations of my death, many years ago. A regular unwilling living legend crashing through time and space, unknowingly (at first) anticipated by enemies everywhere I went, as both your paperwork and, as stated previously, unauthorized travel, precluded me for a time.

Luckily, I just happened to have many an ability you simultaneously did and do not... skin unscathed by fire for one... and my strategies are excellent as you are now only (still? this is funny...) just growing to know... which include, then and now, just a few unusual (to you) social skills, as time has proven... the ability to construct an intelligible sentence and to match my socks not least of all listed amongst them (you really must pay more attention, dears).

Finishing school does pay off, after all.

Physical excercise and training in many different disciplines don't hurt either.

But discipline... that's One concept you never Could quite grasp... basic as it is.

But, I digress... again, your end- of- the- road- train- wreck conditions are Not My Problem. Pardon me if I can't help but have bouts of pity for you bubbling in the pot right along with thorough enjoyment of the moment at hand... after all, we were friends, or so I thought til horribly betrayed... as I watched.

(as it is known, abuse of trust can't be wiped)

Go ahead, keep calling me a snake in the grass... I consider it the highest of compliments... no hive DNA here... just good ol' eternally skin-sloughing, partly scaling and forever transforming, interiorly glowing blue bio- stuff of the highest order...

" You W I T C H !!! "... I once upon a time many years ago heard, upon separating myself from your sicknesses... and thus from your manipulation of my own Life and Essence... sigh... 'twas Music To My Ears... to be reaffirmed that I Do Indeed LIVE...

(you Do understand by now don't you the real reason our DNA is the prize of prizes of all DNA, for the hive... I am sorry for those of you who consciously sold out)

... name- calling as you have done repeatedly from day one, while it was You who underhandedly attempted to manipulate and control my own DNA, my own program far more complex than your own... attempted to use my superior plan all the while calling me names...

(you Do understand by now, do you not, why I have the positions I have, behind-the-scenes ... my vast experience with the Galactic Center and my expertise designed me for the missions... it's called by the name of that one thing you are so allergic to... ie, hard work)

... names you never would have called me if you knew I was watching, but you thought I was dead and you showed all of your true colours, in the attempted manipulation of My?!!! program for your own tiny little means and ends... made tiny by your pathetic allegiance with the insects... oh, what a bore to watch you literally bow down to something so much lesser than yourselves, for all the "gifts"? (I think I'll gag) you thought you were getting in return... and, as usual, I'm way ahead of yis'all and you never even knew it.

But, there's a fix for everything. It's called The Spirit... so much more powerful than all DNA fuck- ups combined.

And it's the only thing I am truly interested in... for it's the manner in which the DNA is activated.

I happen to like my program very much. So you can just forget about all that book- learnt utter Crap! in quite recent history about "integration"... the concept, and that's all it is, is only YET another attempted means to wipe out the truth of many things... and it doesn't apply to me, especially coming from 24- yr- old pop- psychologists these days with no life experience...

And it's far too late in the day, and far too much water under the surface for chummy little mindless chitchat, which has always bored me to tears anyway... put up (something REAL) or shut the fuck up...

... these were pretty much my internal thoughts thirty years ago, let alone now... I have no time for stupid bullshit... And I Get Results...

Who are YOU to determine life and death... I Myself , who am far beyond what you can comprehend, a creation that existed long before you thought to add more programs that greatly conflicted with the original, even do not have that authority with my own little ones, my sweet things... many under my care now grown... I will defend them to my last breath... even though we do not always agree... and you know what:

I's Like it, my own program, very much:

So much, in fact, that all of it from before birth and after (including an artificial construction, but one I happen to like, known as 'the aviary') was saved, far ahead of time, far beyond your reach of either physical or emotional manipulation in time and space. Far beyond the reach of insects.

Because, you see, your betrayal of your own selves and of me were SEEN... decades before You ever thought of it.

Kept this and a whole lot more from the "experiments" and traveling, under our hats, all these years.

And guess what? It just gets better and better... We're not the only ones. There are thousands and thousands.

SURPRISE.

Call it "the revenge of fucked- with innate intelligence and consciousness"... but for the betterment of all that is human:

Singing, "Let the sun shine, let the sun shine... "

Getting along with differences is so much more interesting and better than becoming an androgenous, unidentifiable grey blobby- bobby blend... now that that's what you're well on your way to becoming, as it is slowly and horrifically dawning on you blobby- bobbies- in- training... don't you think?

And Friends... Oh, friends!... Of The True- Blue Variety (in so many more ways than one)... I have missed you, so very much, I am so lonely for you, I am so lonely for REAL, you just can't imagine how I've missed you and love you... and Oh! I have So much! to share.

Yes, my darlings, my sweet things, my babies, my heart of hearts... YES... I LIVE... singing, Hellllo Birds... it's Really, and truly, ME.

Coming Forth By Day,

~ Mileage, Inc

"... and how I've loved, and I have served, and I have sinned... but I have learnt, as long as you are true to the life that you live, this is the time to feel love... " ... firefly, performed by Delerium, from the album karma