The Others

Now People I'm not going to mount a case for the Secret Commonwealth here.  But I will cite a few hard facts, and what I can tell you of my experiences. 

Dr.John Mack

He had balls.  A Harvard psychology professor, John Mack.  Mack studied the Abduction Phenomenon, looked into it a bit.  That 1-2% of the population claims,  statistically. 

He found these folks to be sane.  That's odd, don't you think-  hundreds interviewed in depth.  No correlation with mental illness, or a tendency to be suggestible.  The stories matched, in profound and bizarre ways.  These 'aliens' met were not mere fantasies- these people clearly were not lying, and many cases of multiple witness accounts made them tough to write off as sleep paralyisis and so on.  Lord knows they've tried, couldn't.  So now another Elephant in the lab, ignored. 

Mack Looked, and reported what he saw.  No, he didn't know what exactly was going on, but yes, there was something Real going on.  Something.

So, They tried to drum him out of Harvard for his honesty, his devotion to science, not superstition and dogma.  They failed- tenure has its grip.  But Mack watched his reputation destroyed, a laughing stock with  his colleagues, behind closed doors and even open I am sure.  It must have hurt.

But he went on, following the evidence. Performing the Injunction.  Looking for the True, not the Expected. Challenging the priesthood of Scientific Materialism.  Finding so much more of it he became convinced this common human experience was not delusional nor physiological.

But what was it?  Space-men?  Ridiculous.

And yes, I agree.  That notion is ridiculous and I do not hold to it.  After 30 years of contemplation of this.  No Way.

They're from Here. Earth. Always have been. 

Every culture in the world, in history, save ours, has known that Reality is more than a Thing, writ large.  Modern quantum theory speaks of this in ways that baffle me, but that Disc in the Sky did not.  Nothing could have been as clear, that  image burned into my soul and changed my life. 

The Little People.  The Faerie.  The Secret Commonwealth. And we're talking only about one aspect of the Unseen, other dimensions that we cannot perceive with our normal senses, ordinarily- but they often can perceive you.

They're shape shifters, Master Cloakers, flitting on the edges as they roam and Spy.  Although they can leave the physical dimension, pop in and out somehow, they are, or can be, physically 'real'.  Yet translucent,  frail, and mostly small, big headed, like human children. Cold, analytic, weak, big heads, frail limbs, tiny dicks if any dicks at all.  Females with no breasts, no milk for their strange babies.  In rooms both dazzling and dirty, clinical, harsh. 

Creatures of the Tower.  Looking for Soul down Below.  The treasure we so often take for granted, ignore, a strength like dark, rich river soil in Mississippi.

Look through the annals of Faerie lore, from all around the world.  Different names and looks, different filters and expectations,  but common threads weaving a strange Cloak indeed.

They want our genes.  Seem to.  They crave our Vitality, for they are weak without us.  They've been abducting us and taking our eggs,  our sperm.  For thousands of years, apparently.  Thousands of us, even millions.  Most of us don't remember. They can keep us from remembering, to a point.  They abduct women to hold these babies, these hybrid babies, force them to at times- without touch the hybrids wither away and die.  These poor children often look odd, and sometimes monstrous, grotesque.

These failures were often dumped back on the human mother.  Changelings.  I'm not saying these beings are nice.  But they seem mostly reasonable, sort of. 

They are cold.  In my experience.  Hive like.  "Filthy Insects the size of tigers" is what Whitely Strieber called them.

Yikes. 

I walked into a book store in Denver one day in the late 80s, and saw his new book Communion.   A groundbreaker, and another very brave man. You know, the cover that launched a billion glow-in-the-dark key rings. Saw that book sitting there and then I was down on the floor, and the counter guy ran around to help me up.  I had no idea why.  I just saw the picture and started passing out.  I was o.k.  Mystery continued.

Before that, this:  I was out in the woods with a friend.  Early twenties.  I was mlidly high on some weak mescaline, but wasn't tripping hard. 

I felt a presence that in no way was me- no way was my imagination.  I know how my imagination works, it's patterns.  This was something real, and I wasn't scared, exactly.  More excited and curious.

Well, that's a good thing, because this spirit, or whatever it was, then simply came down into me through the top of my head somehow and looked out through my eyes.

We were both there in one body, and I could be him, too.  A he, no doubt.  He was not kind, or cruel.  I could feel no emotion in him, just curiosity and detachment.

As I was 'possessed' by this creature, I felt my face change, my body superimposed made plastic by another form.  I was morphing, and it was wild, and my friend could see it, and saw the same thing as I felt.  Happened twice that night.  Jim saw it both times.

It was the same thing, same feeling as the strange fella on the cover of that book.  Or damn close enough.

The Secret Commonwealth.

But now, you're going to say

'but T, excuse me, Friend; but did I just overhear the word 'mescaline' in there somewhere?...... and you expect me to believe this shit?'

Fair enough.  There's more. 

1989.  I'm driving my car in Boulder Colorado, late afternoon, a buddy riding shotgun, West.  One of my best friends.  No drugs- I hadn't smoked so much as a joint in 7 years at that point.

28th street, late sun pouring over the Flatirons.  Ordinary scene.

But- I'm suddenly, instantly, aware of something that's really, really not right.  I can feel that being, same vibe, and this time it's my buddy West that's being 'filled' with this cat.  He's aware of it, but not freaked out by it.  I can't imagine why, but I wasn't afraid the first time either.

But I am now.  Starting to Freak. And here's the part I still cannot accept, but cannot deny:

I look over at him, and West is now him.  The Alien. I cannot describe how this is happening, but it is happening.   At this point, my memory just goes 'blip', blank. I have no memory of what happens next:

I pull over, jump out of the car, run, and hide. 

Yes, I tried to hide right there on 28th street and Folsom Avenue.  West found and comforted me as The Being had left.  I was o.k.

Would West lie about that?  After what I do remember?  Am I crazy, do I have a latent thought disorder?

Well, I don't know why West would lie.  I knew I was freaking and blacked out- I remember that like it was yesterday.  I know that.  And remember, this is a shared experience.  If I'm a Borderline, unstable,  how come West, and my friend Jim before, both shared and confirmed my tale?

What would a cynic say right now?  That I'm lying I suppose.  He'd have to call me a Liar. 

I've never had a thought disorder, or psychosis. And I'm not a liar.  Go Figure. 

And.  Thousands upon thousands of such sworn stories, by normal, healthy people.  You can read them yourself,  you can read John Mack's books and many, many others.

Now, these beings, whoever they are, are so similar in what they do and how they behave that they can only be the Faeries.  Not sure, but it's a good bet.  Remember, they shape shift and use our own minds and cultural thought forms, expectations and they understand cognitive dissonance.  Masking themselves dreamlike in absurdity and confusion. They understand telepathy and employ that, but have little human feeling. 

And they want our genes.  They have sex with us or remove eggs and sperm.  Sorry. You argue with the evidence, which is very strong.

They want more of that, more physicality, vitality.  Always have.  Something Humans have in spades, raw fucking intensity.

We're the Universal Viagra, apparently.

But they seem to be evolving- before, more people died, vanished.  Today, folks seem to be treated a bit better, and deaths are very uncommon.  The hybrid children are less hideous, frail. Something even a Human mother could love.  If she has to, and often she does even by force.

And they Warn Us.  Many, many Abductees are shown a warning- that humans must stop destroying this Earth.  Some are shown complex, moving, 3 dimensional maps of our atmosphere highlighting it's fragility.  They make the point.  Sometimes they show a holograph of the Earth, destroyed and barren or telepathically transmit images of nuclear war and a THIS WILL HAPPEN IF YOU DO NOT CHANGE.  To the point, these folks. 

Look.  They make them look.

People do look, and although I don't trust the motives of these beings, I do trust this:

They exist. They want us to stop destroying the earth.  Enlightened self interest perhaps. 

I don't want to see those beings again, unless they're kind to me.  Don't just invade me like that and just leave without so much as a how-do-you-do.

And they never write, they never call............

Two books for the curious,  and if you only read one or two books on this stuff in your life, read:

Graham Hancock, Supernatural

Patrick Harpur  Daimonic Reality

Both of these books are mind-blowing, profound, well researched, cautiously clear minded and full of amazing images and stories from our world and the real experiences of people just like you and me.

But I'm not just telling my story for it's own entertainment value, or gawk value.  If I want to go there I'll do a  piece on my truly bizarre sexual identity issues.

And I will, but I just wanted to download here, tell you what I've seen, out there.  Halloween  time is good for sex stuff too, but telling these tales is a different itch I need to scratch. And it ties right in there, we'll painting a picture here, a really big one, and we'll need all the characters at hand for a hand.  You too. 

All Soul's Day is every day.  May Spirit and Soul nest together in our Hearts.