I’ve been asked to come up with some thoughts on Alien Beings … this is what spilled out.
I am often invaded by thoughts that would to someone else feel alien; weird, formless phantoms that interrupt my work and set me to following bright, shiny objects instead of concentrating on matters at hand.
And what do I do when so annexed? I pull up a chair, pour some tea … or wine, if the hour is right … and invite my visitor to settle in for a while and share whatever it is they’ve popped into to ponder with me.
Today my alien is an alien, and although alien is the most easily accessible word for this guy, he’s not actually alien in the least …
… unless, of course, we all are.
And we are. Or, at least, I am. I don’t presume to speak for anyone else and understand many are distinctly uncomfortable with any notion suggesting they’ve ever been anything else or have even the smallest shred of anything else anywhere in their makeup.
Like the legions of folks who resent the hell out of any implication there might be shared DNA between them and … say … a chimp, others are right pissed off when handed a card reading: What you see is NOT what you are.
Sputter … gasp … choke … but, but, but …
But as I said, I’m only speaking for myself here, and this is what I am, and am not: a human woman of a certain age living on a small island in the Indian Ocean on Planet Earth.
It’s true. But not the complete truth.
I am also:
1) A result of millions of years of evolution
2) A system of biological functions
3) A transport service for a bunch of other beings that digest my food, live in my eyelashes and occasionally make me feel like shit.
4) Energy
The first three are a brief sum of what I am NOW. The fourth is what I am ALWAYS.
Given our biology and our residence, albeit very brief, on Earth, it’s an easy thing to forget the bigger neighborhood. FFS … how many people in Podunk, McMiddleAmerica forget Africa? We get all wrapped up in blankets and burritos and Manolo Blahnik and begin to assume this is what it’s all about … and all there is.
Boring. Limited. And a fucking waste of time and energy if it were the case. But it’s not, at least not in my world.
And, yes, I have a world. I’d say we all do, but that would be pushing the edges of this post’s envelope since I’m sticking to just me and my alien.
We’re one and the same, you see …
I was born Sandra, but before I was Sandra I was. (Okay … maybe not before, since time is an option, but for sake of not spinning this head off my axis and setting out after another shiny object, I’m sticking to linear for reasons of convenience.) It’s very likely I was born before, in the sense that I emerged from a human woman, grew, walked around and all the stuff I do now, only under different circumstances and geography. I have memories and experiences from stuff that happened impacts stuff that happens.
Some people and places draw me, some situations terrify me, some things give comfort and others make me extremely uncomfortable and I have no doubt reasons reach back further than my years.
Because I am, for the moment, human, it is not within my realm to assimilate experiences I had when not human, nor are those relevant. For one thing this little brain I have, all biochemical and wired for NOW, couldn’t process the data, but I do get to access it once I shuck the biological shell.
Not at all Earthcentric, I don’t assume every dance I’ve been to happened here; no, I’m sure my card has been many times filled with waltzes I couldn’t presently recognize if they stomped on my toes and called me Sweetie.
This is a big-ass hanging universe … and it’s just the one we have some idea of presently … and stuck here, as I am, on this little blue marble in my skin I have a lot to deal with through my three-score-and-ten, or whatever I end up with. I’m here for reasons I knew before I arrived, but programed to forget; a set up I like to think of as my way of making sure I don’t cheat.
I’m a blob of energy … even on those days I don’t want to drag my ass out of bed … doing the Macarena through time and space paying no attention to speed limits (I thumb my nose at 186,000 miles per second), temporarily confined to quarters. I’m a single cell in a massive organism free to move about after doing whatever it is I’m to do here and now. I’m an alien being from another world doing time on Earth. I’m a harbinger of doom, a ray of hope, dark matter, bright light.
Ah … what the fuck …
As Popeye so succinctly put it: I yam what I yam.
A collection of my short stories:
I'm in this one, too ...
And I'm in here, as well ...
Paradise Preoccupied 
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Hey Sandra : I can’t thank you enough for writing this. I’ve posted it on both my blogs- if that’s ok. It’s very funny and I could well imagine you with a glass of wine or tea writing this and trying hard to be serious ! Not. But what I like is that inside the humour you have sown some real honest wisdom about what it is to be human.
I like the way you hint at the fact that a human is a many layered thing – a host to life forms on the smallest scales and a cell within something so much larger than ourselves. And you hint at the idea that even our DNA is a hybrid of many different things. For a crazy but ordinary human being like myself, who believes that humans and other primates are the end result of the combination of several different alien species – that’s not so crazy. Did I say I was crazy ? Well I’ll let you decide that.
So thank you for kick starting the Life After Alien Disclosure blog. You’ve added depth, wisdom and humour to a subject that has the potential to be laughed away or taken way too serious !!! Somehow, I owe you one !
Happy to have you as a bright light in an ocean of darkness !
PS. I love yams – they’re intensely colourful and delightfully yummy !!!! 😉
Actually, Bright, I am serious.
End result? That’s interesting. I don’t see us as the culmination, but still under cultivation, but that’s my world.
Happy to be a bright light anywhere, since I don’t want to be a dim bulb.
Glad you like yams …
Yes I know you are serious Sandra – serious in a Mark Twain kinda way – which is just what the world needs.
Let me correct myself Sandra – yes we are a combination but we are still evolving and I believe that they are still intervening. It seems they have an interest in assisting our compassion – so to speak.
Enjoy paradise whatever the day entails….
Namaste, Bright.
Since I consider ‘them’ as us, I agree, Bright.
It is a beautiful morning here, so I’m running with the thought that this will be a wonderful Monday. Thanks.
Bonobo or Pan paniscus are the closest genetically related specie to humans at 98+% identical genomes. It’s the 1 to 2 percent that makes us alien. We are – as you say – beings of energy, held together by Newton’s Laws and billions of bacteria. The fact that we write blogs is an anomaly brought about by too much education and wealth.
Having neither, I am at a loss as to why I write.
Oh! How I love bonobos …For one thing, they’re the only other primate that has sex just for fun, and they do have SOOOO much fun!
As for why you write, Brian … if you can’t think of one single other reason, ME!
Oh my goodness…everything you are and ever have been just spilled out into my bright, beautiful world and made me cry with joy. How delicious the recount of your visit with your…uhhmm…alien! 😉 Mine has decided to take up permanent residence and flaunt my craziness for all to see. I’ve just had to step back because I kept getting in the way. But oh what fun it is to watch it all unfold! Once again, a most enjoyable read! Thanks again!
Thank you. Thank you.
Where have you been all my life? It’s great to find someone who shares so many of my own thoughts and ideas… although it’s not what I write about. I just write about my tiny space in space, the Ozarks.
Sarah
Pretty place, the Ozarks …
Ok. I need to share this post with my son.
What you’ve described is what I’d like the truth to be.
I’ll be interested to hear how that sharing goes …
Sandra, Science tells us what is and not what ought to be. It is the domain of religion and philosophy to give values that determine what out to be. Sadly we see those or different from us as ‘aliens’, and thereby alienate them from the cosmos that we all inhabit and on which we all have a right. Discovery of extra terrestrials should not induce fears in us but wonder, awe and hope.
In my religious belief (Islam), life forms do exist beyond our planet and a day will come when they will join us. We all are God’s creation and are there for each others betterment .
In peace and faith, from Karachi, Pakistan.
Thank you, Kashif.
The more, the merrier, I say, and I don’t care if they’re from around the corner or the far reaches of wherever.
Hey guys – if only more people shared Kashif’s and Sandra’s views – humanity would be one big happy family.
Humanity as one big happy family … hm. Since so much of what I’m writing now looks at the Julian Assange situation, I’m thinking that just ain’t gonna happen, but it’s a nice thought. Thanks, Bright.
We all need a little fantasy Sandra ! 😉
I’ll take an extra large, Bright …
Very nice, I enjoyed that. I love the way you think beyond what you see, here I thought I was the only one n the world, all of a sudden I don’t feel so lonely anymore 🙂
You are NOT alone!
Thanks for reading, and for commenting.
another post that some of the readers might feel good to add colors of paranormality to what you scribbled but still the essence reflects strong and bold through your writings
hope at some point of close pulse you too would squeeze a little time and read those that i scribbled in my web page bearing the same theme as yours.
keep the faith with the touch
stay safe with the smile
🙂
Will do … you in the queue for reading.
Thanks again!
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Thank you for thhis