Do you know why you cannot see aliens? It is simple, really. The reason you do not see aliens is so fundamental in nature that you may deem it ingenuous. The subject of aliens, extraterrestrials, beings from outer space, is so complexly documented, including government cover-ups, confirmed hoax sightings, and sightings believed, but not quite certain, to be hoaxes. And then there are only the ‘nut jobs’ that see the damned things. By damned things, I mean alien ships, flying saucers, and little green men. Does anybody sane see aliens? The stereotype answers No.
Little green men. Are they always little green men? I assure you, yes, they are. Good old National Inquirer aliens. And if you think about them often enough, they will manifest, but not because you are creating them with your mind, but because you are now training your mind to recognize them. In short, you will begin to be aware of what is really surrounding you. Little green men. And dust particles.
You Don’t Know How to See Aliens (to see aliens, click here)
The reason you cannot see the enormous, silver plated, faster-than-light ships that have bravely, and unknown to Science, made the intrepid journey from somewhere (possibly zeta reticulae or zebechadnu?) ten skips across the (un)known universe, is because you don’t know how to see them. Can you see an item so foreign to your brain’s processing system?
We Who See Them Do So Naturally
Some of us can see the ships (to see a spaceship, click here). Please don’t place us in the ‘out there’ or ‘insane’ or ‘nutty’ category, but instead take our testimony as entertainment, at least, and as doctrine, at most. Those of us who can view the spaceships are your future leaders. Embrace us, take us in, and care for us. We can see something you have yet to see. We can show you a way of life you have only dared to dream in your deepest R.E.M. sleep. The universe is not only stranger than you have supposed, it is stranger than you can suppose.
I don’t mean to sound arrogant, as if I have the answers. Those of us who ‘see’ the saucers aren’t special, necessarily. It is what it is. For some reason (or another) the items in the sky are not so foreign to us spaceship viewers, and register as light waves, passed through the compound sensory receptors of the eye, and on to the brain, which, beyond all logical comprehension, interprets it. Don’t ask me if I’m ‘interpreting’ these images wrong-that is a fruitless question. By ‘interprets’, I mean processes the light waves (or sensory information) into three-dimensional images. And the images are frightening.
Forget what you know. The ships hang like otherworldly ornaments, strung from a solar system of vast size and shape, by a hand so large and encompassing, the wrinkles on its knuckles are similar to the grandest canyons and most indented fissures. If you could see that hand, you would call it God (to see God, click here). But it is only a hand, so be sure of that.
Aliens Since ’74
They are there all the time. By ‘they’, I mean aliens. Extraterrestrials. Beyond terrestrials. What they are doing, I don’t know. How long have they been there? Since I’ve been old enough to remember sensory experiences. Talk to the older generation of alien-viewers, and they will tell you the saucers showed up in ’74. Why ’74? I don’t know, but that seems to be the consensus. I realize this is nearly thirty years after Roswell, but the ships, apparently, weren’t here, or recognized at that time. Was Roswell a hoax? Don’t trust anybody claiming to know either way. When asked about the spaceships, been there since I can remember, is what I candidly say.
An Alien Audience Alienated?
I understand I don’t have an audience for this type of drivel (or poppycock, foolishness, nonsense, idiocy). I would rather sound crazy then hold myself to the utmost responsibility when the ships descend, unknowingly, and begin crushing entire metropolitan areas with their weight. You, dear reader, will still not view the ships (or so I’m told by the experts in the field) but will only view the buildings, crumbling under an imaginary force, like a giant palm squashing a town made of gingerbread, except the palm will not be seen, and some will call it God, some will call it aliens (and they’ll be right, sort of), and some will call it Armageddon, and others will call it a massive, synchronous structural defect, while still others will call it a conspiracy (by whom by what? nobody knows for certain). The president will issue a national statement from an undisclosed location. For the first time in history, the president will not know what to say, and he/she won’t even be able to fake it.
Aliens With No Other Choice
I tell you, today, that the damage will not be delivered in terms of hostility, or a negative attitude (to see a negative attitude, click here), but through a colloquialism that Westerners know so well: ‘there’s no other choice.’ The landing of even a few of these ships onto the planet earth can be loosely pictured as a full-grown human being attempting to take a bath in the minature tub found in a little girl’s two-story toy doll house. You didn’t mean to destroy the doll house, but to give a go at taking a bath and having a similar experience as one of the dolls, you had no other choice.
If I lived in the Middle Ages, and was proclaiming this enlightening information to you, whilst standing atop a large rock, I would be stoned with much smaller rocks. I understand I can get ‘cyber-stoned’. And by stoned, I do not mean ‘getting high.’ I mean pelted with insults, and sometimes, in the uglier folds of historical fabric, I mean with real stones.