A Poetic Apparition

How I got to Mars, I’m not sure. My spirit drifted a long time until I found the Astro Chamber hanging as a giant cube somewhere in the hemisphere. There I stayed as a cosmic embryo for about One hundred & fifty years until I had matured enough to reincarnate. Their was a keeper of the souls who carried a lantern whom I remember released me.. At first I thought I was going back to Earth after finding a newborn body, yet the keeper of the souls had different intentions.. Mars! I’m not familiar with being inside a Martian body! Yet I had no choice as the lantern in the nest of the chamber grew bright as I was transferred into the belly of a young pregnant Martian woman . She was humanoid in appearance, although smaller measuring four feet tall with elf like features. I guess it had to do since I hadn’t a choice.. I felt strange being tucked away in a body so very far from the world that I knew. It’s alright the mother told me, your in the same galaxy as it wraps it’s spiral arms around you like a cocoon. She nurtured me and spoke to me with psychic insight that i slowly adapted to being acceptable. I remember warm nights in the dwelling where she would sing me songs while Martian glow bugs sparkled in the carbon air. She lived in a clan with others as there seemed to be no family system although it was clear she could mate. As soon as I was born I was taught a new language & adapted well to the plant variations of food & water that trickled from underground streams. Terraforming the soil with mirrors of polished mica rock pointed at the moons enabled water from condensed air particles to rain down. How the first trees appeared was a mystery & seemed a gift from the gods. The clan I lived in spoke about the mirrored rock as being dropped from a giant craft similar to stories told of Easter Island. Ancients had manifested the carved heads arranged in sculptured resemblance to their ancestors who flew in hovering ships. The elders told sitting around a fire built from flint rocks & driftwood. Crops of rice were introduced as distant crafts landed bringing sacks of grain from nearby galaxies that helped the planet flourish. My favorite food at the the time was Modak made from coconut filled dumplings as coconuts were grown inside a covered steam terrarium built by the space engineers. Where the engineers came from was uncertain as they were tall beings that enjoyed the creation of inventions they brought we speculated from Earth. They worked simultaneously day & night with crews who used every ounce of sweat to transform rock metal into steel using manpower never seen. I, as a Martian had smaller limbs that developed over time into muscle as I learned how to use tools they brought such as a sledgehammer. The weather on the red planet would manifest differently according to the seasons as summers & winter lasted much longer with a slow rotation. Inventing mechanical conductors that produced electricity seemed as an science that baffled the minds of even our elders. In time, our cold world was warm. One night we saw the space engineers sitting outside their compound near the energy station. We could hear them discussing a subject we were uncertain of.. Professor, what do you think of bringing a element of snow to this world? The group of workers sat around a professor who was in charge of the men. The professor took a puff from his pipe drawing in the idea. How & why would you do so? Well me & the boys were thinking of back home it’s Christmas season & we were missing the snowflakes each having a unique pattern Mr. Nutty. It was true the Professors name was Nutty, although he wasn’t nutty in his thoughts. In order to make snow, you need to transform the participation using a hydrogen conductor. In other words, we need to create heavy water to add weight to the clouds. That shouldn’t be too difficult as we can power it with more aluminum magnets that the power station already has. The concept of rotating magnets was a joint invention created by the invention of a flying saucer. Several species of aliens had taught the space force of engineers to build a kinetic energy source using magnetic science. You’ll need to harvest helium three somehow, the best resource is on a feasible moon. The discussion lasted well into the night as mugs of cranberry tea & rum were guzzled by the fireside. I, being not one of them wanted to help build their dream of building a hydrogen reactor.. I went back to my dwelling where I fell into a deep slumber. It was then the dreams started. Dreams of a Earth man dressed as a inventor from centuries ago. The vision of him was clear as he showed me his laboratory he wanted to reopen on the red planet. His name he said was Nikola Tesla, a spirit of the past yet still alive as a conductor of his energy coil. Each night he appeared he showed me his inventions along with written calculations of materials needed to manifest eons old bottled up recipes. I found myself sleep walking through his dream like lab where I asked him if his apparition was appearing to the scientists who could engineer his requests. He told me he was not certain why they do not dream in visions as their chemistry isn’t as ethereal as mine, where being a native of the planet enabled me to see visions. They want to build a hydrogen reactor to build heavy water to manifest snow. I told the fluidity figure wavering in the confinement of my room. He sat down in a wooden chair writing specifically what needed to be obtained to build a reactor using elements of science combined with what he described as a bubble transformer. He handed me his drawings that somehow materialized through the astral plane. The following day I delivered the notation to the crew. Professor Nutty studied the plan shaking his head in disbelief. It almost makes sense, he said showing his crew who gathered around like elves. Who gave you these plans? Nutty wanted to know. I explained by showing him a photo from a history book of Mr Tesla. I explained I was a collector of rare inventions from Earth as I felt no need to tell about his ghost appertain. It’s exactly what we need, the plans to build a Martian reactor.. He must have been a thinker before his time. The men began working on the project immediately while I anticipated giant hydro fluff balls of puffy snow in time for Christmas. Each night Mr Tesla appeared his old room slowly restored with ancient dust turning to sunlit particles. He was materializing as well as he could step out of his spirit form, manifesting a whole being in the flesh. The days passed as progress from the crew tinkered into reality while Nikola read poems from his favorite books of Mark Twain. As cold Martian winds blew he recited a poem about Summer.. “ Warm Summer Sun, Shine kindly here, Warm Southern Wind, Blow softly here, Green sod above, lie light, lie light. Good night dear heart, Good night.. The words let me drift into the warm memory of Summer where I would swim in the underground pools of rare water collected from dried up frozen seepage once covering the poles.. Some swimming holes had pockets of sunlight that streamed down in the cave, even if the Mother Star was millions of miles away. And then the hydro plant was finished as I eagerly waited to see the spectacle of the conjuring. How it glistened in the pink air standing high upon a carbon rock. Standing outside with the crew I watched as the tiny smoke stakes spurted out the first heavy water bubbles condensing into soft flakes of snow.. The men laughed as one said it reminded him of a bubble bath machine he had as a kid. I wish our families could see this they said as the powdery flakes fell thick enough to make snowballs. I think they will see our little creation soon enough as a rocket is scheduled on bringing them. Oh really! The men weren’t aware of a surprise visit. It made them more happy as a playful snowball fight broke out. In the neon hues of the distant sun I, with my tiny Martian hands guided Mr Tesla to meet the engineers. I never told them my name although they knew it. Why Clay, who is your acquaintance? Fellow scientists, I bring you Mr Tesla the man responsible for your snow machine. The tall man with the mush dash extended his hand greeting the Professor. The machine was capable of producing snow while the coils inside heated the planet surface as bubbles looking like snow globes drifting into space. One drifted as far as Uranus creating a new moon the crew learned. Tesla had a lot of questions as he wanted to know how they transformed the air into breathable oxygen. That is a invention that started with growing of many plants in greenhouses that in time reconstructed the atmosphere. Would you like to see the greenhouses? I would very much like that. The two men strolled through the terrain as a gentle breeze blew making winter feel as spring. Off in the distance a rocket carrying the wives & children glided overhead making way to the landing field..