Tuwa had completed her assistance with Lily to begin to help the Ecuadorian communities blighted by the spoils of oil production. She had a similar concern of her own that she wanted to attend to. Although she was born and raised on Azibo, the roots of her Anasazi ancestors were integrated in her psyche. She knew about the history of the Americas and how Native Americans were displaced and banished to reservations to be unseen and forgotten by the mainstream American public. The banishment of natives to barren lands that offered little natural sustaining resources, created the current conditions of a 60% unemployment rate and substandard housing. In some places medical facilities, water nor paved roads did not exist. Government funding had progressively dried up with each successive White House administration. The proud original American inhabitants clung to their rich traditions and heritage. The once great keepers of the land who paid homage and respect for Earth’s natural goodness and bounty now were barely surviving in the richest country of the world.
The Native Americans had kept their culture alive despite all of the environmental chaos in the world around them. They that treaded lightly upon the land and knew how to work in cooperation with Mother Earth could be the supreme teachers for helping the world to advert environmental disaster. But their presence was under the radar for natural expert consultations.
Tuwa wanted to change that. Although they were literally worlds away, they were still her people. She wanted them to be a part of Earth’s healing solutions and not the forgotten ones in the background. If native lifestyles were the predominate way of American living and more assimilated into mainstream society, maybe the environmental crisis would not even exist.
In Tuwa’s mind, her people were not to be treated any longer like the societal bald-headed stepchildren. The natives were the original owners of the land, and it was time for them to bring their majesty back into the forefront.
Tuwa chose to go to a reservation in the Arizona desert. It was fifty miles from any main road and two hundred miles from the nearest hospital. It literally sat in the middle of nowhere. A small saucer landed behind a huge bolder about a half mile out from the reservation. Tuwa wanted to feel the hot sun on her face and tread her feet upon the dried desert soil. In the distance, she could see children playing in the dusty road and the elders out conversing among themselves. A few guys were kicking around a soccer ball. The gathered residents caught a glimpse of Tuwa as she walked towards them. She wore a traditional Azibo long cinnamon colored gown with threads that shimmered in the sunlight. She was tall and walked like a regal queen. Her long black silky hair swayed against her back with every footstep. She was a stranger of radiant majestic beauty.
The native residents stopped what they were doing and gathered in the middle of the road curiously watching the unique feminine silhouette approach. Her beautiful dark skin, keen nose and shapely bowed lips were likened to their own. They recognized that Tuwa was one of them, but she still seemed different.
Tuwa arrived among the gathered. More people began to come out to join the group. It was quiet as the residents revered Tuwa’s presence. She turned her head to pan everyone before her, and her elongated skull became visible.
“You are one of those aliens that I’ve seen on TV,” one young man said.
Tuwa was pleasant and polite in her response. “Yes. My name is Tuwa, and I am from a planet called Azibo that is in the big dipper constellation region of your sky. I’m here to try to help my fellow humans recover from the environmental challenges that you face. I am also very proud to say that I am of your ancestry.”
“What?” The young man exclaimed. “What do you mean “fellow humans” and “our ancestry”?”
An elderly lady responded to the boy. “Be quiet.” She starred at Tuwa with great admiration. “Yes! She is one of us. Her Soul, her spirit, I can feel it. You’re beautiful.” The elder walked over to Tuwa and reached her hand to touch her face and hair. She curiously passed her hand over the back of Tuwa’s extended head.
Tuwa began to feel a deep, profound connection to the people before her. It was as if some genetic DNA inside her was awakened and revitalized. She had made pilgrimages to many places all around the galaxy, but none made her feel as bonded and grounded as she was looking into the faces of her people. She knew that there were many Native tribes and nations. In the past, conflicts existed and an artificial barrier of division made Natives seem separate and a part from one another. But the innate truth was that regardless of the tribe or territory, Natives all shared the same core. Tuwa was glad that in recent times, tribes had put aside their differences of origin and bonded together as Native American People.
Tuwa gave further explanation. “My native ancestry is that of the Anasazi. I say that I am you and you are me because we were once here on this land living in this world. We were invited by what were called the Thunderbirds to go with them to a great land in the sky. The ancestors were brought to Azibo and thrived there. That is the story of my great, great, great grandparents. I was born on Azibo, yet I am human. I am a human star traveler because that is the capability of the technology from Azibo.”
“What happened to the back of your head? Why is it sticking out like that?” A curious little girl asked.
“Our evolution and culture on Azibo is a bit different than here on Earth. We spend a lot of time feeding our brains knowledge and developing ourselves spiritually. Our minds expanded and so have our skulls along with it.”
“Huh?!” The kid said, confused.
Tuwa simplified it. “Let’s just say the brain got bigger and then the head got bigger.”
“How do you know to speak English?” Another kid asked.
“I know many languages, here from Earth and from other planets, too. I can even talk to you through your mind. You think about something, and I’ll tell you what you’ve just thought.”
The young girl thought that she’d like to go to a fast food joint for a kid’s meal and play in the playground with some friends afterwards.
Tuwa echoed the girl’s scenario. “You want a shake and some fries, and you then want to play on the swings and monkey bars with your friends.”
The girl was amazed and shouted, “Yes! That’s just what I thought.”
The girl came to tug on Tuwa’s arm. “Do it again! Do it again!” Other children came to try the trick too. Tuwa was patient and amused the children for a few moments.
After each kid had a turn to play the telepathy game, Tuwa then turned to the elder who initially greeted her. “What is your name?”
“Nayeli, can you please show me around your street here?”
“Of course.” She took her stick that she used as a cane in one hand and Tuwa’s hand with the other. “You can come to my house first.”
A few steps away stood a small wood frame house. On the roof was a giant blue tarp that covered a gaping hole. It had been in place for two years. As Tuwa looked at other roofs, she saw similar patches of cardboard, corrugated steel and plastic panels. The outer walls of the majority of the homes were also weathered and in disrepair.
Nayeli escorted Tuwa into the home. The crowd followed and observed the two from the doorway and windows. Tuwa saw beautiful woven native blankets and rugs decorating walls, floors and furniture. Some of the patterns were even used on Azibo and Tuwa recognized them and pointed them out to Nayeli.
Nayeli was very proud to have Tuwa visit her home, but at the same time she felt ashamed that it was so rundown. Tuwa’s intuition picked up on the elder’s feelings.
“I’m not here to judge. I’m actually here to help. This reservation is literally in the middle of nowhere. It’s as if you are cut off and forgotten by the thriving and expanding society that exists beyond your boarders. You and I share a rich heritage, and I want this community to thrive just as the others in this country do. We have something very special to offer in this time of environmental crisis. We know how to work in harmony and live in balance with nature. You have always loved and respected your Mother Earth. That is the spirit that needs to be revived and spread across this nation and the world. Everyone here and on other reservations need to unite and come to the forefront to share the culture of respect and honoring the Earth. It is time to take your places and teach our traditions and values to the world.
I am from another planet, and I normally don’t interfere with the cause and effect fate of this world. However, I feel so deeply attached to you that I will assist our entire nation of people in which ever direction that you decide to go.”
Nayeli and the town’s people felt a weight fall off of their burdened shoulders. Generations of isolation could now be reversed. The time was right to get the world back into an organically viable state again. The people of the reservation expressed their ideas, desires and plans to Tuwa. She assured them that they would all work together and join with other reservations, tribes and nations to begin to assimilate more into the mainstream society.
I need your help. Tuwa’s thoughts pushed into Lily’s head.
Lily was assisting her adopted Darfuri family to buy coats for Chicago’s up and coming winter.
Hey Tuwa! What’s going on?
I’m in Arizona at a Native American reservation. Remember when we parted from Ecuador that I had something that needed tending to?
The housing here is in disrepair. There is no running water, and the people have no jobs or income, and they need health care. I feel like I want to take them home with me to Azibo and let them enjoy the environment that I grew up in. These are my people Lily. They have loved and cared for the Earth, and now they are cast away and forgotten. My human trait of being angry has been dormant for a long time, but this really socks me in the heart with anger.
Lily being so entwined with her mentor knew just what to do.
Tuwa, the money from the diamond will benefit the Native American community too. I had the promise of a government grant several years ago to install solar panels to several reservations, but that funding was cut. So, I wasn’t able to provide the panels. But, now I can come in there with a whole revitalization blitz.
Thank you, Lily.
Since the green refit started, there have been many people who are enthusiastic about volunteering and getting the green refit completed. Now, I can actually provide some stipends to people who want to come out there to help. I’ll round up a crew and have them come down there with everything needed to repair buildings, get a water supply tapped, medical staff, everything.
Tuwa expressed her appreciation. Lily I’m so proud to be your mentor, but you know what? You teach me. I will stay here on the reservation to oversee everything. But you know I am just a quick thought and saucer ride away. I’m still here to aid you.
Let me know how it goes there, and then we can move on to the next reservation and then the next one and so on and so on.
OK, Lily. I really appreciate your help with this.
Hey! I’m on it posthaste.
Thanks. We will be in touch.
A few human Intergalactic Visitor members living in the United States were making their rounds to see how communities were faring with the Green Refit Plan. They followed the path of railroad tracks. At the turn of the twentieth century, the routes of the railways were once the catalysts for the sprouting up of towns and industries. Then came the greater availability of cars, the big box stores and malls which devastated the mom and pop businesses in town squares, leaving many rural central business districts ghost towns. The rusted out, abandoned factories stood as evidence to the out-sourcing of jobs to foreign lands. But the necessity of populations to be centrally sustained during the refit plan revived the Americana spirit via the restoration of town squares.
The government provided a fleet of refitted cars to small towns. Five cars were allotted for every hundred people. The cars were to be shared by the town’s people. A schedule for usage was set up at sheriff’s offices. Many neighbors collaborated and found ways to carpool for grocery runs, going to church and other appointments. Those who owned cars that were already refitted created their own delivery and taxi services.
Since one wind turbine could supply electricity to 300 homes, many small towns made the purchase of a wind turbine a top priority. While the communities waited for their turbine’s order to be fulfilled, they reverted back to the pleasurable pastimes from days gone by.
Many small towns had band shells in the middle of their business districts. There was a revival of good old-fashioned fun. On Saturday nights, a town’s people would gather at the band shell to enjoy live music and dancing under the stars. The music was equal in opportunity as the young folk held battle of the band contests on their designated evenings.
Checkerboards and chess tables were set up outside of many stores to provide intellectual entertainment for their customers. Some of the old-timers that once enjoyed this form of leisure activity became nearly permanent fixtures at the tables enjoying one another’s company. They felt needed during the refit plan for they knew how to fully function in a world that had less. Now, many were eager to teach the younger generations how to enjoy the simple things of life. Teens learned from their elders how to make soap box racers. Being in the 21st century, they were made from recycled material and were a bit more sophisticated and high tech. The adolescents enjoyed one-upping each other by tricking out the cars and making them look as sleek as possible. There was actually a sense of pride that their hands were used to create something instead of just using the thumb and fingers to punch buttons on video game controllers.
Enterprising youth who wanted to continue the thrill of carnival rides, figured out how to connect the rides to solar panels. In the parenthesis of time during the refit plan, these youth and their parents took their traveling carnival on the road to provide familiar fun times for a world in environmental transition.
Small town charm and revival also spilled over into urban areas. Many farmers, who had lost their farms due to foreclosure during the economic slump, now had new jobs to fulfill. They were called upon to go into urban areas and help educate the city folk how to raise and harvest crops. Central gardens, community gardens and back yard gardens yielded bountiful harvests. Expert “grandmas” who also came into the cities from rural areas taught the art of canning in mason jars. Canning helped families to be more self-sufficient by providing food for themselves. It agreed with the refit plan by cutting down on food transport miles. The Northern cities now had food supplies on their shelves for the winter.
The refit mandate for the reduction of electricity output by the electric companies and the banning of gas cars from the road could have thrown small towns into a tailspin. The human Intergalactic Visitor members were glad to see that despite the disruption of modern conveniences, people adapted and were still able to live a good life.