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Showing posts with label aliens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label aliens. Show all posts

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Are We First or Screwed?


I read an interesting article about our universe and beyond. More stars float through space than grains of sand resting on our beaches; and, many of those stars have planets circulating with atmospheres like ours--at least 100,000 earth like worlds. Keeping that in mind, life must exist on other planets. So, the big question is, why have they not made

their presence known? The article went on 
with multiple theories to answer that question.

Perhaps we could be first, in that we're the most advanced in technology. Ha! I doubt that one. The earth is a relatively young planet. Intelligent life somewhere else would have had billions more years to advance further than us. 

One thought is the existence of an advancement filter that sets things up so that the other beings would not bother us when we're so primitive. For example, would you go introduce yourself to ants on an anthill. Why waste your time? However, as we get further advanced, we get closer to the filter. Once we reach it, others in the universe will wipe us out so that we are no longer a threat to them . . .  that is if we don't do that to ourselves first.

If alien beings exist, why do we send out signals to try to find them? Is this what we want? Is there value in meeting aliens who might want to kill us? We should bring these silly space recordings home and let sleeping dogs lie. 

Perhaps aliens have already found us. Have you ever thought that God could be an alien who has been keeping us safe from the others as if we are his pets?

So happy new year. We've made it through another twelve months without drawing attention to the aliens beyond our planet. Maybe one day we'll get too advanced and they'll kill us, but until that time:


Sunday, April 1, 2012

#AtoZ: Abducted by Aliens

Every now and then, there comes a time in a blogger's life when we feel compelled to share something private that we know we probably should keep to ourselves. Here's my story:

Back in the early 1970s, twelve year old me was abducted by aliens. I know you're probably thinking I'm nuts but if you read on, this just might make sense. I was upstairs brushing my teeth when these round red things tumbled out of my ear, grew to my size, and said, "You shall leave this earthy milieu and tailgate with us to our distant territory."

My heart pounded in my chest as I barely squeaked out the words, "Say what?"

They touched each other's digits, that protruded from their hips and said, "Approach with us."

I screamed.

Mom darted up the stairs and banged on the bathroom door, "Joyce! What's wrong?"

Before I could answer, these weird, fat aliens whisked me away in a storm of dull light circulating around me and giving off a scent like strawberries dipped in bleach.  My woozy head turned like Linda Blair's from the Exorcist, yet my vocal cords locked in place.

I landed in their space ship. I think. It didn't hover in the sky nor ground itself on Earth. I shook on a platform in some cave where red water splashed then echoed off its walls.

I've been afraid to speak of this experience because it's kinda embarrassing, especially when I peed my pants in front of the aliens. They made some high-pitched noise that didn't sound like laughing, but maybe it was. Who knows with space creatures? Then they strapped me to a gurney and touched me with their side digits. The moisture from my wet underwear instantly dried along with the tears in my eyes, saliva in my mouth and anything else containing bodily fluid. My fingers looked like prunes and I figured I'd die from dehydration. Next, a being bent down and whispered in my ear, "April Fools."