reply to post by NGC2736
Thank you, NGC2736
, for your post. It’s a humbling experience, in a positive and enlightening sense, to read the words of others who journey
the same path as oneself. And to hear persoanl thoughts not yet formed in their words.
My little grey could
well be seen as a metaphoric expression of my unspoken regrets at not having experienced what others appear to do with
almost consummate ease, or even a non-attempt on my part to reconstruct my own perceptions into something far less defensive.
A spurned lover?
I take that in the sense of a shared, deep and abiding affection for life at the heart of our joint existence tying us, or his creators, together.
Even though the grays may well operate autonomously, or under the control of a higher intelligence (as I believe), then surely, and hopefully, that
intelligence, no matter how advanced, still exhibits and cherishes the underlying, and empathic and sympathetic, connections between every one of us.
To what extent would those connections be able to manifest, or even for what reason they would want to let
them manifest to me
, is a
matter of conjecture that can only be driven by my own limited familiarity with something that is as tangible as smoke.
Nevertheless, it is a fascinating concept.
And that makes the entire scenario even more ambiguous, but fundamentally far more appealing.
If he was ashamed, then why? As HugmyRek
quite rightly suggested, and carrying along with the concept of this being a real, though dream-like
scenario, then at least some form of “contact” was made. I agree that I could have denied the “contact” the opportunity to progress beyond the
short act that it was, but again I would ask myself how, or even why
I would, and conversely could
, stop it. From the many similar
scenarios I have read, halting the abduction/contact scenario does not seem to be an option. They are in control. Not the target of their
So why was my little guy so beaten?
On the other hand, and taking the whole experience as an abstract episode of my rationality overcoming, even denying, other concepts of reality, then
it works perfectly as a symbolic rejection. I constantly require solidity and evidence to confirm what I already believe to be true. The requirement
is an imbalance against the conviction, therefore my subconscious took over and gave me a subtle hint as to what my life lacks, and what I am actually
capable of coping with.
Perhaps the grey, hypnagogic hallucination, was telling me, wordlessly, that I
am scared that this is all there is. That my conviction as to
the reality of the ET/UFO scenario is not as strong as I believed, and that the only way to truly understand it, and myself, is to open my mind up to
previously uncomfortable possibilities. To stop being so damn stubborn.
Either way (and I know which way I want it to have been), the ethereal nature of the experience has left me a little sad. Yes, a certain wistfulness
had crept into my post. That was not intentional, but perfectly understandable. Is it not right to feel regret, or even melancholic that actual
physical contact between completely unrelated, sentient species was that close
and then, for some unknown reason, was not allowed? I don’t
feel anger that our “meeting” was so brief, but sad that it had no closure. That our “disparate realities” could not meet, for whatever
I still feel sorry for him. And for myself.
As a Native American, a backward savage, perhaps I see the world in too many shades of gray myself. I too can give you no answers. Those few
"answers" I have accepted in my own world view are as open to challenge as the most lurid ramblings of any asylum inmate. And maybe no more or less
We’re all natives of this gem of a world, everyone of us; we are all the product of need and ego and want and desire…but also of concern and
compassion and consideration for our own plight and of those we love with a ferocity that can overcome the greatest of obstacles.
None of us are backwards. Yet, we all walk backwards into history, seeing only our past and bumping blindly into the future as we go. Some of us
choose to, manage to, or are even coerced into facing forward to see what is to come for the sake of everyone else.
That can be no easy task.
They are to be applauded, and admired as they often journey alone.
And none of us are savages, either, but we do maintain a savagery, a fierce necessity for the things that inspire and enlighten, but also for those
things that degrade and debase.
We are complicated creatures, unfathomably complex yet as readable as an open book.
Perhaps that is what is so fascinating for those who watch; this child-like unpredictability in our search for the answers to the ultimate questions.
Our brave intransigence in the face of opposition.
Our intellectual pliability in the face of reason.
Our willingness to continue on a strife-torn journey that brings us closer to knowing just who we are.
Every view is valid as they combine together to illuminate the darkest corners of reality. Without them, we see only the most fleeting of glimpses of
what is out there.
My invisi-grey may well be illuminated yet by your, and other’s, well considered viewpoints.