Many of our ancient Nazorean texts begin with the formula “In the Name of the Great First Alien Life, from worlds of Light, the sublime that stands above all struggle!” We call the Living Hidden ones the Alien, because they are alien to this world and these universes of imperfection. Their nature is foreign to the nature of these worlds and Their presence here is an anomaly, as is the presence of Their children. For light does not mix well with darkness, any more than oil mixes with water. The nature of the Good God is so alien to this reality that They are indeed properly expressed as that which is ultimately completely foreign and alien to everything here. We call Aumen-Hayya the Hidden Ones, the Unknown Ones, the Other Ones, the Nameless, the Unknown Father and other similar titles that describe Their anti-matter relationship to these material worlds. This absolute transcendence over all illusion and materiality is one of Their most outstanding qualities which set them apart and in anti-thesis to the Gods and Goddesses of these material, or pseudo-material, realities.

An alien is that which stems from somewhere else and does not belong, nor feel comfortable in its foreign environment. They also are strange and out of place to those who dwell in their own territory or reality. There is an inherent awkwardness and uneasiness about this relationship which makes all feel ill at ease. Anguish, homesickness, vulnerability, insecurity and even danger are felt by the foreigner. Natives also display an unconscious hatred for that which they perceive is different from themselves. They feel threatened and are not beyond resorting to violence against that which they perceive as alien.  The stranger wanders about lost, unable to fit in, unable to sense what is normal and behave accordingly. If the alien learns to fit in to well in their strange land, however, then they sacrifice some of their nature and begin to grow unconscious of their true origins and essence. They are constantly in danger of being lulled into a drunken stupor where they forget who they are and enter a lost empty world of spiritual amnesia. They become estranged from themselves and their origins. Thus is the fate of all strangers who tarry too long, or try too hard to fit in. They forget, and in the forgetting they become a mockery unto themselves and a false native of a false land. This is the fate of all Nazoreans until they hear the call that awakens them to who they really are and where they really come from. Recognition of their unharmony with the world and its ways is the first step to sobering up from its narcotic allurement.