reply to post by Raud
Forgive me Raud for what seems like I'm changing your questions, but we're travelling
the same road, it's just that I'm wearing different high-heels!
Who are They...? Where are They from...? Why are They Here?
But I think the real question should be:
Who am I and where am I going?
It seems that for centuries that we have looked for an answer to why we're here.
Time was, we accepted that an omnipotent being held sway in the heavens and we were
at the mercy of his masculine far-reaching decisions.
Lightning flashed, glowing chariots and fiery dragons raced across the sky, there were
events going on that we -as mere mortals, could only guess at. For the brave ones among
us, we would ponder on our small inconsequential part in the grand stage play above
and wonder when we would move up the casting list.
Men told other men that we -as a social animal, should go about our chores and at certain
times of the day or week, give praise to our God and enjoy our supplication before this
most-powerful of forces.
We did... and yet misfortune and misery still dogged us through our history and it seemed
we were mere puppets, without any input to our destiny. We muttered to ourselves in
our toil and began to doubt.
Our faith was just that, a hope-based belief that if we did the right thing on Earth, then
we would be rewarded with a better place at the end of our lives.
Educated men said so, so it must be true. But we learned that such men can be wrong.
Strange lights continued to move across the skies and sometimes, odd-looking craft
Then -with the assistance of mediums such as Television and thought-provoking books,
we pondered if creatures similar to ourselves were planning our future, maybe we'd just
been looking at it the wrong way... maybe we were closer to steering our own destiny.
Granted, these aliens looked different to us and just like our fashion trends, their clothes,
vehicles and schemes seemed to change. But, that indicated 'they' were like us... exotic at
times and serious when needed to be.
We looked at their external appearance, that was what fascinated us. The reports of green
-skinned figures, Men In Black and their clandestine visits in the night.
They carried hand-held devices that made our clunky beginnings of an electronic age seem
like they carried magic and yet, it promised us that we were close... close to what may turn
out to be our 'God'
Maybe we began to believe that 'external' tells all, maybe we found it easier to reason by
what we see and not what we hope is inside.
So we lit-up the bomb in 1947 and the folk in their quiet flying machines warned the lonely
traveller that was occasionally abducted that this was a dangerous move, our new 'God'
was putting us in our place.
The theory of 'Spacemen from Outer Space' also put us on par with the Educated Men that
had preached to us before, we were equal with the Shaman, we could stand toe-to-toe
with the Priest.
The supposed-crash of one of these craft in Roswell, New Mexico showed that these
beings with their futuristic gizmos could make mistakes, heck...! the Army may have even
brought the ship crashing into the desert!
That means we're gaining ground on our new-age 'God' and maybe even one day, step out
onto that celestial stage as the main character, the star of the show.
It's in our make-up you see...? We strive to win, we look in awe at the unknown and then
-whilst on our knees, we plot ways to get back on our feet and stand tall again.
The theories will come-and-go, the places where these enigmatic aliens come from will
alter and I'm sure that some day, they'll stop wanting to eat us or juggle with our DNA and
we'll find another reason to allow the UFO conferences and the snake-oil salesmen to
continue to offer their wares. Shaman and Priests will always be needed!
Keep safe my friend.