Dear Elon...

Dearest Elon, I thought it was time you heard some truth from a source that is not afraid to tell you: “No.” You aren’t used to hearing this word, but sometimes it’s a good one.

I’m going to begin by telling you how I feel about you. Don’t pretend you don’t care, I know you do. I love and adore you. I see those dinosaur spines on your back relaxing with this information. That protection you put up a long time ago to deal with this world that was, once upon a time, so cruel to you. Now that you are who you are, you feel safer, but not entirely. How do I know? Because you continue to persist with your ridiculous ideas about Mars. I am going to poke you very hard with a mighty pointy stick, and then please allow me to unravel the reasons.

You are hung up about Mars because of an extremely outdated idea you had as a child, which is no longer true for you.

From here on I will be using the term ‘we’ instead of ‘I’ because the rest of this letter is not from me, but comes through me, from a whole bunch of ascended beings that have their eyes on you. When I swop back to “I”, it’s me.

Firstly, I need to explain that I was going to let you fail. I planned on stepping back silently and smugly as you killed a lot of people in one go as the world watched, which is surely the path you are currently on. Not only will this event be extraordinarily traumatic for the world, but it will also damage your kharma monumentally. You will be paying for it for a long time to come. You will not, ever, get people to Mars. We know this to be true because we will stop you. It seems that exploded rockets is not a loud enough message for you. This is your first warning, the next warnings will not be so kind.

Yes, you are currently fuming, furious, quivering and bristling with a response. Bristle. Go to that place (real or imagined) where you used to go a long time ago when the world didn’t understand you. Quiver there for a while until you calm down. We encourage you to play with your fingers like you used to do. Yes, we know how you did that. At the very least put the tips of the five fingers of your left hand to the tips of the five fingers of your right hand and gently pulse your hands as if they were breathing. You will start to feel peace, and then in a bit you will know that we are right. Allow us the next few paragraphs to convince you of some stuff.

You are classified as being on the spectrum, specifically with Aspergers—the most high-functioning form of autism. We know that you are still lying to the world about the details of this fact. We know because we see you in full color and in the brilliant, loving light of the soul who you are, and have always been. You are an exquisite being with only good intentions. You have virtually no ego. The world will choke and cough at this. We know that it’s true. All the crazy stuff you think, believe, say, and do is entirely authentic. Authenticity can only come from one place; from the soul. You don’t use ego in your work, ever. You don’t give a shit about being the most famous person in the world. You don’t give a shit about the money. You don’t give a shit about the power, or influence. You only care about one thing: to advance humanity beyond the limits that anyone (including you) ever thought possible. You are out to prove that nothing is impossible. That awful word you heard in statistical mathematics, impossible, is an abomination to you. Don’t they know, nothing is impossible?

So back to the spectrum thing. What do we mean? We mean that you are pretty much correct, nothing is impossible (well, nearly). We know that you are so intelligent, and so full of ideas, that you slide way beyond the spectrum. We know that the only way you can explain this to the world is by saying you are autistic. We know that you know that this diagnosis really doesn’t cover it. We know that you are so terrified of really letting go, and blasting through the mental limits of our Earthly reality, that you keep holding yourself back because what will the world call you if not autistic? Elon, they will call you Elon. That is all, because it is who you are. Leap, jump, slide, bounce, but for God’s sake let go. You will not be hurt, we have got you.

How can we convince you? Well, mostly because of the hand thing. What hand thing, you frown and squint? (But silently breathe out.) That weird, twitchy thing you did with your fingers and hands (and sometimes your feet) when you were teeny. In your cot it was adorable. As a toddler, it was accepted. When you became a boy the reprimands began, even from the people who loved you the most. “Stop that Elon,” “It’s really annoying,” “Stop fiddling, it’s childish,” and the worst of all, “Sit still.” Sometimes the peculiar finger twitching was rewarded with a hand slap. (Yeah, that teacher was a bitch.)  

Elon, we encourage you to never, ever, ever, never, ever, never sit still. Twitch your fingers and keep twitching them for all eternity. Perform those wrist rolls that you miss so much, the debonair flicks of the hands, the endlessly pulsating digits. Your cosmic orchestra that only you can hear. These performances are bringing in energies for your work. Energy is information. Information is transformation. Transformation is invention. Invention is advancement. Advancement is peace. You know it, we know it. Do the fingers-hands thingie. Do it like you’ve never done it before. If you are shy to do it in public, then just stick to the fingertips and let loose in private.

There is information and projects stacked up for your exclusive access in our multiverse. However, it’s gathering dust because you have your nose poked mostly in all things Martian. It’s not the way forward for you Elon, not in this lifetime. How do we know? Because we have planned it, and that level of space exploration is still a way off.

We will take this opportunity to explain why to you on your level. Firstly, your planet currently doesn’t have access to the correct materials for the kind of vessel that needs to be sent into space. These materials will be available to humanity when, and if, you get other things right. These other things primarily include caring for and protecting the planet and her lifeforms. Yes, nature, the environment, and the changing climate. You have one beautiful, perfect planet that has been gifted to you. Why do you need another? Space technologies are fine, using them to attempt Mars is not. You are preparing to send human beings into an unknown void in a tin can.

So now we are onto the void. There are some things about space that you don’t understand yet, and which make human travel further into space extremely dangerous. The main weakness is a lack of understanding regarding Planck’s law and its constant. We do not yet know how gravity works in a near-vacuum. (That’s the first hint—it’s not a vacuum.) The results of sending people on particular trajectories without this knowledge is deadly. Please don’t whine at me that there will be loads of tests and retests. The very nature of the constant is that it is NOT constant. Let’s refer to it as Planck’s inconstant variable…Some very clever people will eventually figure this out through further exploration of the Reduced Planck constant (h-bar). When they do, they will shudder and thank God nobody has yet been snowballing through space.

Incorrect Materials + Insufficient Knowledge of Space Stuff = Disaster

That’s an equation we all understand.

But take heart, if you do chuck the Mars idea for good, you will have an abundance of resources to achieve things on this Earth beyond your wildest dreams. Way beyond anything you have done so far. It can be the beginning if you so choose.

So dear Elon (No.1 Gen-Xer), please remember that we are on your side, always have been, and always will be. The caveat is that you back-off from Mars and focus on technologies closer to home. It’s a small price to pay for creating the impossible dreams you knew could be true…