Who I Was Is Not Who I Am

  My objective is to share the truth with as many as I can, so the introduction below is simply that, an introduction. I'm not here to speak about myself primarily, but what I've learned about humanity, and what they need to recognize about themselves. It's easier to understand a species if you're not of that species. For a person to better understand what this means they should try seeing others from outside themselves. 

I'm not a genius based on my kinds’ opinion, anymore than a Professor of Philosophy would be considered a genius by someone with a PHD in Physics, or Nuclear Science. I was going to school to be what you’d probably define as a scholar. My primary studies today are in American Culture.

 A very brief summary of my background before coming here:

My tribesmen were not supporters of the idea, that they should be some kind of policemen for the intelligent life on your planet. When this doctrine was enforced upon our people my family was among those who rebelled. (We were like the Confederates in your American Civil War.) Our world’s Civil War was the most violent time in our history, when before this there was unity. After the final battle many of us, (those who rebelled and their children) were sent to your Earth. Those of us who were not yet adults were sent as kind of exchange students to your planet. Since your Earth wasn't a united community we were each assigned a nation, some of us were assigned a couple nations, as long as they were connected. I was assigned the Americas on up to Mexico. I was informed before the journey that my studies would be put to use. After several generations of researching the self destructive species, I would be sent an escort to take me back home. I'd be forgiven for the wrongs of my parents, if while I studied humanity I did not interfere in such a way which would bring harm upon them, or push them more towards harming themselves. (Children of my tribesmen, who were studying any kind of advanced sciences before or during the war, were not sent as exchange students to your Earth. These ones were deemed as being too much of a threat.) I heard rumors of what happened to our tribesmen, the older ones who did fight. All I am certain of when it comes to what happened to them is that they're being held prisoner either in a compound located on your world, or somewhere floating above your planet.

Very brief summary on my means of travel to your planet:

(I'm only mentioning this so as to add some credibility to my claim. This was a long time ago, and I have not been able to spend much time on our transportation since arriving here. Since I am in exile, I'm not allowed much communication with my kind outside of this world.)

I remember our Vimana/spaceship is circular, shielded in a material much like Polyethylene from Earth, but camouflaged in a grayish color with some dark brown. There are multiple grooves encircling the exterior of the Vimana, these channels are the paths upon which small circular steel objects move; two balls in each groove, rotating like large marbles around the Vimana. The basis of how the craft functions is by making the most off what you’d call Newton’s Law of motion. After being propelled from my world (with a blast) the steel balls in the grooves on the exterior of the craft were programmed to continue rotating around the ship till the desired speed of motion reached.  Inertia takes effect after this, and with faith, perhaps smooth sailing till reaching destination your Earth. The vessel is programmed to respond to any potential threats from possible objects in space, the steel balls would rotate so as to speed up the motion if a threat was recognized in the path of our travel. The craft is programmed to view such threats from a great distance though, and would adjust speed accordingly without need of any sudden response. If for any reason our Vimana were to lose momentum, (which is nearly impossible), it's programmed to make use of moons and planets (not gas giants), during the trip, by using the gravitational pull of such objects to gather speed again and then slingshot out from the objects rotation, heading back on course.

The Vimana was propelled from our home world by use of what would look like to you as a giant sling, (the name given to this was a number, nothing exciting). This was created near the space station above our planet. The giant sling was a fairly simple design, and I am not sure what materials were used in creating it. The sling rotated by the use of nuclear pulse propulsion. Once reaching the maximum possible velocity, (factoring in all ensuring safety of the craft and the passengers), our craft was released.  I was little more than a toddler when we left, so my memory of this event is rather vague.

What I remember seeing at that time I better understand after studying here on Earth. Kind of like how when the average human is a child they do not recognize why electricity works, and neither do they know what electricity is, however when they're older they learn why and how all electronics are powered.

Now from where I've come has helped define who I am today, but who I am today is not who I was. Like many proud American's who have come from another land, I too am no longer a citizen of the land I left, but I am an American Immigrant. I feel obligated to help my fellow man in this land where I dwell. Since this land today is like Rome was in days past I believe I have a responsibility to start spreading deep truths in this place which can then spread down the many roads that lead here.