The girl on Tik Tok shows us clouds, and the inner plumbing of a vessel that appears with applied filters.

And you and I muse that the clouds DO look weird sometimes, but then haven't humans been staring up at animals and demons and

freaky tea kettles since humanity began?

And I remember the fire

at my stepdaughter's house,

Racking my brain,

Trying to remember when it was taken

(Was that before or after

her half brother died?)

Years later, I zoomed out the image of those roaring flames in the center of our semicircle, just because, and there was a screaming skull in the fire.

Was it premonition,

A cry for retribution?

Now and then,

I check back on it

To see if it's still there.

It always is.

"Alien" is defined as "a stranger, foreigner,or "nonhuman" by Wiktionary.

Wikipedia traces back to the proto-Etruscan tribe defining an "Alien" as a slave, which the Romans decided to convert into the current Wiktionary definition.

Merriam-Webster says, : originating, existing, or occurring outside the earth or its atmosphere.

Wikipedia shared with me that there is a fetishism coined "Exophilia" that concerns ones fascination of the sexualization of aliens. (Fun Fact)

I found the definition of "Alien Species" from eea.europa.eu to be particularly interesting;

"An animal, plant, or microorganism that has been introduced as a result of human activity, either accidentally or deliberately, to an area it could not have reached on its own."

They say the answers are all in the language. But language was (presumably) created by humans. So isn't it just our same human thoughts and concepts that are recycling over and over again?

I wish I could say I've seen something alien, as in an extraterrestrial,and perhaps I have, but I wasn't looking for it, so I didn't notice. Because really, what has anyone ever described? A humanoid, a freaky insect, communication through music, colors, water. All of these are familiar human concepts; just tweaked and rearranged. I am not doubtful of the claims UFO sightings, or mysteriously acquired advanced knowledge (i.e., "ARV's"), or even "alien" abductions. I have no argument that these are not actualities, I just (reluctantly) feel as though it's probably just us. Just us humans, not coming from anywhere expect maybe through a time warp somehow, or with new technology not privy to us minions.

I was trying to break down why it is we are so avidly, voraciously curious about beings contacting us from a place we have never been, and I think, once you break through all the surface analysis, is that we are trying to find God. Not the religious God of the human creation, but the Alpha, the beginning of all. I feel that we think if we find aliens, they will have the answers. But truthfully, if we are able to contact and communicate with an extraterrestrial, it probably doesn't know any more than us how or why the fuck any of this or beyond got here.

Don't get me wrong, I am a believer of all I don't know at my core, I just feel as though to be firm and unshakeable in your belief, you must play "devil's advocate", and once you can't break down your arguments anymore, then there you go, what's left is the truth.

Next time I'll tell you about my "glitch in the matrix" experience (;

Convince yourself of things that will benefit you.

"You can do it!"

"Love can conquer all!"

"Justice prevails."

"There is Hope for us all."

Just understand that while your lack of knowing makes a seemingly boundless potiential; the probability can make this void optimistic before the brutal boxing in and hardening of the new found lines squelches out your passion and hate fucks the sublime wonder and lust for all the spice in life out of your now full head.

Be aware that in this lair you've crept lies a timeless dread; a danger dormant to those that seek it. Sacred truth paired with solid proof together makes a student to a fool. For the one who seeks that gets a peek pays dearly; be careful.

Doomed for between the curtains the source of the sounds coming from the dephs, it is there in the glaring darkness that this truth could take your every breathe.

Also what would you feel like darling if you finally grasped it, that truth and the force of it crushed the very world that you've conceived?

What difference does it make?

I dare not say directly, but take your dreams and mystery and hold onto them tightly.

Belief and grief are rhyming words and that it is coincidence is not likely.

So hold strong to the unknowing peace and the chance you have to question, and leave us who know to the tragedy that hides under all the distractions.

The concept that we are being scrutinized and looked over at this present moment is gripping, fascinating.

Terrifying.

There is a notion that one is never really alone. In private corners, buried within the basement of a home, is there a method of maintaining complete and utter peace?

How long can we go before finding the truth?

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When I was in 6th grade, I would’ve been about 12 years, I was at school when my dad happened to see what he could only describe as a UFO. He told me of two objects he saw in the sky moving erratically, yet with strategy. With purpose. These objects appeared to be spacecrafts. He took some photos and a video of them with his phone before “zooming away faster than humanly possible.” I got the text when I was at school and became ecstatic to see the footage.

I never got to see it.

Sometime between when my dad took the pictures and when I came home, the video and the pictures were deleted off of his phone. He didn’t do this, of course, and his phone has a lock on it. My mom (who does know the passcode) wouldn’t have deleted those kinds of pictures. No one else was, at the time, home.

We checked his recently deleted, nothing there. My dad knows for a fact that he actually took the pictures and the video and he didn’t just accidentally forget to press the buttons because he showed my mom the footage after capturing it all.

I do not understand what could have happened. No one does. Pictures and videos don’t randomly decide to self-immobilize, someone or something has to make that decision through a basic, noticeable process.

None of the footage has ever resurfaced.

Back in the year of 77 I stood gazing out my bedroom window. I was just the age of five when my mind slipped off into another dimension. This left my conscience suspended between two worlds very close in existence. I saw a creature wearing a large purple robe waving me to him with a long lanky finger. There weather in or out of my head was what I thought to be a monster. The strange being wanting my trust had a very large head, black oval eyes, and grey skin. Back then very seldom was anything of the like propagated or televised. Due to public concern information on this level was held deeply classified.

Then it happened again and the sight I saw changed my reality. It was as if the little grey booger was paranoid way deep inside. He scrambled on all fours along the ground. On a mission to dig up marbles I kept hid behind some bushes in a little pit. He new any connection we made had now been jeopardized. My marbles were like jewels to my eyes. A rare treasure only I could see. Messing with them meant some serious shit.

I shared a room with two brothers. At night it was hard to sleep. Seeing two red eyes under my bed was a secret to hard to be kept. My neighbor said he saw the demon too. At night he seldom caught a wink. With all this going on I developed a bit of an obsession at a young age. I became obsessed with the alien doctrine so to speak. I spent years researching to develope what I know to be true and realistic.

There's rank in the kingdom of darkness. A third of the stars fell with Lucifer. A third of the angels lost their wings along with their civilizations. Seraphim rank high amongst the Holy Angels. The word Seraph means reptile like in the Hebrew tongue. If you take a Seraphim and clip his wings you'll have a reptilian on your hands. A fallen angel that can no longer travel interdimensional or through the heavens without spacecraft or frequencies.

The Reptilians out rank the Grey's and are always at odds with each other. The Grey's are basically earth suites for demons used to manipulate objects in the third dimension. They travel by spacecraft or frequencies just like the reptilians.

It's a well known fact that abducties who call on Jesus Christ no longer get harassed by the Grey's. The Reptilians are much more fearce in their means of attack. It takes a bit of knowledge in spiritual warfare to combat such beasts. It all sums up to doctrines of demons and devils. Its all part of the great delusion God allowed to hit the earth.

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THE FALLEN

Lookin' up at the night sky I'm tantilized and mesmerized

By the moon

Its dark side has been opened to be analyzed and criticized

Yet by it I'm swoon

Whats seen upon its surface leaves folks surprised and paralyzed

By what could be comin' soon

Lookin' up at the night sky I'm never revived and often feel deprived

By who put the face on Mars

Before this world much like man they thrived and survived

Did they vanish in the stars

They live beneath the surface some have contrived from nowhere this story derived

All is hidden in their planets scars

As I look up at the night sky I'm numb inside as worlds collide

Life on other planets exists

The government keeps it all Classified those who expose it are quickly nullified

Makin' me want to shake my fist's

The fallen's blood lust is never satisfied their crimes can't be justified

Yet it's them the government assists

I so want to believe that there is life out there...ones who are superiorly more intelligent than those inhabiting this planet. I imagine that they look at Earth and say, "what a beautiful place that is being destroyed by those entrusted to be the keepers." I think they would have to be awfully puzzled by the combative nature of humans...thinking where on earth is the humanity?

I imagine that they would look at us in wonder while wondering why can't those people just get along already. Watching us fight over race, religion, politics....and other things that are just incomprehensible. I'm sure they shake their heads as the watch us with each new headline of shootings that sadly come daily. I'm sure they find the 5 o'clock news a daily horror show filled with all the acts of mankind not being so kind.

I'm sure if we ventured to their planet that we would be just as welcomed as "Cousin Eddie" in the Vacation movies....a moment of ....well, there goes the neighborhood.

Dropped my juice

It's in the sky

Flying free

Floating high

Where is here

How long is now

Trapped in fog

Wondering how

Down is lost

And up is gone

Fate anew

Brings murky dawn

Juice again

Hovers nearby

Swings around

I don't know why

Trapped within

This petty place

Eye to eye

And face to face

Yet with whom

I shan't deduce

God of none

Master of juice

Gone is time

Lasting never

Bleak echo

Rings forever

"Maybe in some parallel universe we found each other.....we are meant to run toward one another....chances are, I'll never know." Erin Van Vuren

Darkness lingers

Before the dawn

Of awareness and revelation.

I stretch out my hand

And touch the air.

I can feel it:

The vibration

Of a parallel universe.

*

From the other world

You step in, a seeming

Vision and not reality.

Yet, when my eyes

Reach yours,

I know the secret:

You are trespassing

Into my sphere of time.

*

For long moments

All thought is suspended,

I am transfixed

By your gaze.

Longing fills me,

I desire it all

But you are only mine for

A mere macrocosm in time.

*

Time's vibration

Crescendos, then settles.

You know it, too:

Here, wrapped within

Our private cosmos

We love and

Know each other

To the depths of our being.

*

But of a sudden,

A flash of light,

The earth trembles.

You are gone and

My heart falters.

Like grains of sand

Through fingers,

Our time has vanished.

*

Whispers, echoes –

Nothing more –

Remain in the dawn.

The brief eclipse

Of love so divinely felt

Only moments ago

Disperses in the morning air.

You aren't even a memory.

*

Parallel universe and

Star crossed lovers?

Still, we don’t recall

Each other’s visage,

Cannot search high and low

Throughout the universes

To find our destination:

Obscure, unfathomable love.

*

Thus, a moment

Is suspended in time.

The rarest opportunity

Escapes swiftly

Like the morning dew.

We are none the wiser

Nor will we ever know

The treasure that was missed.