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In the Depths... - A Short Story by Seriah

I wrote this piece back in the mid-90's. I thought it might appeal to some of you that listen to this show, so I am publishing it again. It was inspired in part by a lost friend of mine. A friend named Annie I had in Poland. Reading a letter she had written me, and remembering a dream I had, resulted in this...

 

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Words are just words... It’s what’s hidden beneath that matters. And if you look deep enough, you may find a whole new world of meaning. The surface is only a reflection. Just like reality. Remember, man is just a part of nature, not the other way around...

In The Depths...
By Seriah Azkath

I stand alone on this icy plain... Over the next crest is a jungle. Hot, steamy, wet...

Of course, I really sit here on this rock, looking out over this calm, moonlit lake. I take in its beauty. The moon plays upon the smooth surface in such mysterious ways. And sometimes something moves. Just below the water.

Almost to the jungle now...

I try to ignore the movements... The rock I rest upon is within the lake. Just in front of me the rock floor drops off rapidly. It’s cool out here. This wonderful sight is all that really matters... What better paradise than to lose oneself in it? A oneness with the natural flow...

Instead, I wander this snow-covered wasteland looking for a meaning for it all... Why the snow? Why the cold? The isolation? The pain? But, no matter how far I trek, all I ever find is more snow and ice and loneliness... And, occasionally, the jungle.

There is a shape just below the surface in front of me. I can’t make it out exactly... I look away. I notice the ripples of something breaking the surface. I don’t want to look, but I’m drawn to it...

I stand in this dense and humid jungle... Alone?

Eyes. They look at me. I think they’re eyes. I can’t see them quite right. Maybe it’s just a trick of the water? It could just be the moonlight creating an illusion. I may be looking at something perfectly ordinary, and the shape beneath the eyes, well, it could just be a shadow...

It’s harder to move here in the jungle. More dangerous terrain, and more obstacles. I almost miss the snow... Almost miss the perfect plainness of it. No real surprises. And yet, in its sameness, it’s all unique and different... Almost a mundane marvel. But here... Things are not quite what they seem. And anything could be hiding just up ahead. And it would be so easy for someone to hide and watch me without my ever knowing. But I do know...

I want to touch it. I want to see if it’s real. But I’m afraid. What if it is real? What then? If I close my eyes, would it still look the same when I reopen them? Would it even be there? I close my eyes... The sounds and smells are as beautiful as the sight. A very slight breeze on my skin... So wonderful. I open my eyes. It is still there. It still looks the same. It still looks at me... I know it would let me leave. I could just walk away and go home. But I want to know...

This always happens. It’s like a cruel joke. From this spot here, I can see something different. Like a nice forest. But, when I try and reach it, I lose it. I end up on the icy plain once again. Someone sits and laughs at my dilemma. I know they do. Well, maybe for once, instead of pushing onward, I’ll just sit here, on this damp ground, with all the bugs and other creatures, and stop. And I’ll just stay here until someone gives me a good reason to move on. I don’t think they could. So, I would just stay here and rot and join the vulgar soil around me... And the parasites would feast on my flesh, and the scavengers would eat my eyes...

I want to touch it, to see if I touch only water... But I can’t. I see myself doing it, but I can’t make my hand obey. The fear petrifies me. How long will it stay there? There is a spark somewhere deep inside... And this time, finally, I seize it. I reach out, gently, into the water...

I can sense someone, or something, watching. I don’t think that my sitting here is amusing them. Too bad. I’m tired of this game. I’m tired of being alive. Or, at least, I’m tired of being alone...

My hand touches water, and where there were eyes and a shadow a moment ago, there seems to be nothing but water now. Where did it go? Back to the dark depths from whence it came? It was an illusion. But my hand tingles... Almost like there’s an aura of invisible energy around it. It seems almost unreal to me. I study it, but I can’t seem to figure out what’s so unusual about it... It’s just my hand. The sensation spreads slowly, until it moves through every part of my body. It brings on a feeling of Joy that is completely ineffable. Everything looks even more beautiful... I sense more movement under the water...

The jungle is suddenly quiet. Why? I’ve never experienced this before. Maybe I should move on... NO! I will stay right here! I don’t care what happens. Destroy me and dance on my corpse for all I care! But this existence, as it is, can no longer be endured. Come forth and tell me your name!

It is truly wonderful, this feeling! There is a figure on the far shore. I stay perfectly still and observe its movement... I can sense its attention on me, but it acts as if it’s oblivious to my presence. And how could it know I was here, such a distance away, when I’ve not made a sound, nor moved? Somehow, I know that it is there just for me to see... All of this is just for me to take in! Yes... I stand alone here, in this wondrous world! The shadow slips back into the night... A voice from behind startles me out of my quiet reverie. There is the silhouette of a slight woman on the shore. “I didn’t know anyone else was out here, I’m sorry if I scared you...”, she spoke in such a beautiful voice. Was she the figure that I saw on the other side of the lake? No, of course not. It would be impossible for her to reach this side of the lake in such a short period of time...

The jungle seems hazy... So deadly quiet... Suddenly, there is movement. Something moving quickly through the underbrush, maybe? But, what? It stops. Maybe I should leave. No. I’ve gone too far now, I can’t just continue on. I will sit here and wait and see what comes.

“It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it?”, she says to me.
“Ah... Yes.”, I say, still feeling a bit euphoric.
“Are you alright? You look kind of dazed.”
“Yes, I’m fine, I just... Ah... Well, nothing...”
“I see, well, do you want some company out there?”
“I guess so... Actually, that would be rather nice...”

An Evil-looking snake peers at me from a few feet away. I can do nothing but stare at it. It’s long and thin. It appeared right in front of me, but it moved so quickly that I hadn’t even noticed right away. It’s bright red with jagged black marks along its back... I know it’s going to bite me and there will be nothing that I can do to prevent it. And then I will die. I know this is my fate, my punishment for my rebelling against this monotony. And, looking almost like a flame when it strikes, the snake proves me correct. And just before the venomous bite, I whisper, “I hope you choke...”

We spoke without really speaking about anything in particular... Dreams and pain and hope and love and hate and despair... I felt so very comfortable, like I could tell her anything and she’d understand, and she told me things and I knew she felt the same way. We never introduced ourselves. I know not her name or age or anything else mundane or ordinary. We spoke about emotions and experiences, but did so in a language like that of dreams... I even told her about the things in the water. She told me that they were friendly and not to fear them. She is beautiful in the moonlight... Long, straight, blondish hair and green eyes. Her body is proportioned perfectly. I fail to find a single flaw in her being...

I will not move. I awoke in the forest. I know if I move I will dispel the illusion and find that I’m really in some abysmal crack of Hell. Thus, I will not move. Ever. This is better than the jungle or the icy plain. I can smell the nature all around me and hear the animals in the woods. It’s not very hot nor is it very cold. It’s almost... Nice? Pleasant? I wonder if they are still watching me...

That’s odd. I saw her step in the water to come over here, but her boots are very dry... I ask her about it. She tells me that they must have dried while we’ve been speaking. Time did seem to lose all mean while we’ve been conversing... I guess it’s a reasonable explanation. She didn’t seem too surprised by the observation. Doesn’t matter... Was it almost morning yet? It seems that the moon should have moved much farther than it has... I can’t remember, has it moved at all? Something’s not right. I think I’m losing that wonderful feeling. I’m starting to feel ‘normal’ again... I don’t want this night to end. I feel that this will never happen again... She places her hand on my knee, and tells me how blissful it’s been spending this time together. I don’t want it to end... Any of it! She gets up and walks over to the shore, clearly stepping in the water... Her boots still look dry... “Nothing really ends, does it? And if tonight was really so perfect, and if it really moved you, then it will be with you forever, won’t it?” , she laughs. Something about her reminds me of the things under the water, but I don’t know why... “Wait, where are you going? Don’t leave yet...”, I feel kind of sluggish... I’m having difficulty getting up... She pauses, “Leave? I’ve always been here, and I always will. You will see me again... But for now we have different worlds to tend to. Remember, this is all just for you...”, she pans her arm about to indicate our beautiful surroundings, “All of it, just for you alone to ingest and admire and assimilate... But also remember, you are not really alone. You know that now, don’t you? In these few spots where nature still intrudes, you will always have friends... We’ll dance in the circles for you, and someday, maybe, you’ll come and dance with us...”, and, with that, she disappears into the darkness...

A deer walks up to me. It looks at me, rather puzzled. Then, it continues on. I want to jump around. I want to scream at the top if my lungs just to prove that I’m really here. I’m alive. I’m somewhere new. And I want to enjoy it. I stand up. So far, everything remains the same... There’s a colorful mushroom growing next to a large, dark, twisted tree. For some reason it captures my interest. I kneel by it, and look it over carefully... Nothing extraordinary, really, but yet... A feeling is creeping up inside me. I’ve never felt this before... I want to dance and sing and laugh! This is so novel to me! So different! Suddenly, I realize that I can hear music in the distance. A white rabbit looks at me from nearby. “How odd”, I think to myself. Not because I’m seeing a rabbit, but because it’s a white rabbit, and as everyone knows, white rabbits don’t really exist... “This truly is an unusual place!”, I say aloud for all to hear. I wonder what I should do next... But that is really a mere formality. I know quite well that I will follow that mystical music floating through the air, and when I find the source, I will dance and jump and scream and sing... And I will not be alone anymore.

Across the lake, the figure reappears from the night. I know it’s only been an instant since she left me. The shadow waves and I wave back to her. She fades back again into the darkness. I can sense no more movement under the water...

“A society where the simple many obey the few seers, can live; A society where all were seers could live even more fully... But a society where the mass is still simple and the seers are no longer attended to can achieve only superficiality, baseness, ugliness, and, in the end, extinction. On or back we must go; to stay here is death.” 
* C.S. Lewis, Miracles (Pg. 43)
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David Paulides and Steph Young: Clearing the Air - The Verifiable Facts - July 14, 2017

"The Forest of Vanishing Children... On Sunday Morning, August 6, 1956, 13-Year Old Donald Lee Baker of Azusa, California, set off on a bicycle ride with his 11 year old friend, Brenda Howell. When the children had not returned by that evening the police were notified.Their bicycles were found in heavy brush near the Reservoir at the edge of the Angeles National Forest. Navy divers were commissioned to search the deep body of water, while police sheriff's deputies and hundreds of volunteers scoured the area. No trace of the children was ever found. During the next four years, three more children were to vanish in the same forest area - vanish forever! There was no evidence of foul play, no sign of their bodies or belongings. One of the children walked around the bend in the trail, just ahead of six members of his family, and was never seen again!"

 

Modern readers could be forgiven to think that this quote was from David Paulides, or Steph Young. Truth is, this is from Brad Steiger, from his 1972 book, Strange Disappearances. Brad goes into detail about this forest, and how it has had so many weird disappearances. Many such books exist, strange disappearances have always been a popular subject. Come 2012, David Paulides publishes Missing 411, both the Eastern and Western additions. He goes on Coast to Coast and is interviewed by his friend, George Knapp. This is the first time I had heard of David Paulides. His work prior had primarily been in Bigfoot circles. I have never had a big interest in Bigfoot. I listened to the interview with reservation. David was claiming strange disappearances in National Parks. I felt such disappearances were to be expected. The more I listened, though, the more I saw the picture he was painting. It was intriguing. When I started Where Did the Road Go?, I contacted David, and he agreed to come on. I believe by the time he did, he had his third book out on the subject, and I had read them all. I had David on in September of 2013. I was honestly fascinated and disturbed by these cases. He painted a strange picture. What David brought that was new to the subject, though, was the patterns. Although many of the factors were present in previous works, David was the first one to analyse the data in a way that showed commonalities. He identified certain characteristics to these disappearances, and what he called Cluster areas. As the quote above shows, people like Brad had also noted that certain areas had large numbers of strange disappearances. For those that have not read them, David's books are laid out with each state or area getting it's own section, followed by a list of cases. They are very dry, with little if any speculation, aside from noting the common similarities. David's work became very popular. The subject has always been popular, but with a new layout and the online paranormal community, podcasts, etc, his work exploded in popularity. 

 

One day, someone left this link on one of my YouTube versions of my interview with David, claiming David to be a fraud. It linked to an Amazon review, titled, "Cherry picked reports cobbled together by Paulides". As it goes on, and on it does go, it attacks David on numerous levels, both his work and personally. At times, it uses some of the very methods that it accusses David of using to discount the stories he relays, but at other times makes very good points and shows some degree of research has been done. The poster is anonymous, although, by tracking a very unusual phrase, I was able to find a single Bigfoot blog using the same phrase, also attacking Paulides. I passed this on to David, who felt this was likely connected to, if not the source of the amazon review thread. It becomes clear in the Amazon thread that the person writing is not just critical of David's work, but has personal issues with him as well. He attacks his character numerous time, claiming he was not a police officer for 20 years (From what I can find, he served from 1977 to 1997, first at the Freemont Police Department, and then at the San Jose Police Department, facts which Paulides told me were accurate), but records indicate that he was. Attackers also like to point out that Paulides had arrest warrant charging him with a misdemeanor count of falsely soliciting for charity while he was a police officer. This was in 1996, again, privately I asked David about this and he acknowledged that it was true. He said, however, that it was a misunderstanding, and that the charges were dropped. The question to ask is, how does this reflect the missing persons work he is doing? Well, he was not conviced, and the changes were dropped, so, as per the way this country views such things, he is innocent until proven guilty. He was not proven guilty. Thus he is innocent and it is a non-point. Detractors will say that he was guilty and cut a deal, retiring early, and that is why he didn't serve 20 years. They leave out the first 4 years at Freemont. It's all about how you orient the data. Not only that, but even if he had been found guilty, how does this affect the data he is presenting? It doesn't. Poeple looking for dirt on him found one thing, which was a non-point, but they got it out there. People make mistakes. They are falible. We all see things through our own biases, this is normal. 

Now enter Steph Young. Steph writes under a pen name, not an usual thing to do in the world of books, many authors write under a different name besides their legal one for a variety of reasons. She started out wirting as Tessy Rawlins in 2012 or 2013, focusing more on NDE's and such. In 2014 she decided to write about creepy things happening in the woods, and published, Mysterious Things in the Wood. She also published some books on Demonic encounters and such around the same time. She chose to publish these under the name Stephen Young, feeling, probably accurately, that people would react better to such dark material coming from a male author. She never planned on doing interviews about her work, or doing anything more than just writing books. With the explosion of populatity in missing peoples cases, Coast to Coast contacted her about coming on to talk about her books. She accepted, and thus was her first radio interview, and first time that she had to explain that she had written under a pen name. She has told me since, that if she could do it over, she would not have written as a man, but since she never expected to talk to anyone about the books, she didn't think it mattered. One could be forgiven for looking at the title of Steph's first book on strange disappearances and thinking it was related to Paulides work. Having read all of both authors books, I can say with absolute confidence that they couldn't be more different. I have described above how Paulides writes, and the way he approaches this material. Steph's books are more like a collection of stories, both historical, current, and anecdotal. They encompass bizarre encounters, missing people, high strangeness, strange deaths, paranormal themes, cults, conspiracies, and much more. Her writing bears more in common with the above mentioned Brad Steiger, or even David Weatherly, than it does David Paulides. Steph does not look for patterns, or groupings of things, and presents plenty of speculation as to what may be happening from a variety of views. Paulides reports data, Steph tells stories.

Steph first came on Where Did the Road Go? in early 2015. Numerous fans of the show had heard her on Coast to Coast and wanted to hear more from her. I read her book, and brought her on. This is when it seems she came onto David's radar, seemingly from nowhere. People started to tell him that she was copying his work. When I next talked to him, he asked me why I would have her on when she was clearly copying him. I went over with him all the stuff Steph and I talked about from her book. His response was... Oh, well, I don't write about any of that stuff. Steph does have some missing people's cases in her books, however, she makes a conscious effort to avoid any cases that she knows David has worked on. At at this point something needs to be made very clear. Both Steph and David are at times reviewing other people's work and then re-writing it into their own. This is how research works. If it did not, nothing would ever get written. After the first UFO book, that would mean no one else could write about UFO's. The idea that two authors can not wite about the same topic is ridiculous. Many of the cases David has written about can be found on the Missing Persons of America website (founded in 2011) and The Charley Project website (which dates back to 2004). After I spoke with him, David seemed to drop the idea that he was being copied by Steph for the time being, however, people continued to post that she was copying him on various sites. I really don't know how they came to that conclusion. I had someone recently post on one of Steph's interviews that she literally copied David word for word. I then asked her to show me where David wrote about ANYTHING that Steph talked about in the interview. Of course, silence in response. By now, we all know how stupidity on the internet works. 

In July of 2015, David Paulides published Missing 411: A Sobering Coincidence. This looks at Urban Disappearances, or some of what were called The Smiley Face Killers by previous authors. These are cases where college aged students disappear under strange cirmunstances, often to be found later in bodies of water, often not drowned, with no easy explanation on how they got there. David connects whatever is happening to whatever is causing people to go missing in National Parks. He tried to connect the various criteria and show the cluster points. In March of 2016 Steph Young publishes Dead in the Water; Forever Awake Investigating the Smiley Face Killers. David contacted me, upset. To him this was proof positive that she was simply copying him, or at very least, riding his coat-tailes. This was more than understandable. What David did not realize, since he had never read any of Steph's work, is that she had already written about most of these cases before his book came out, this was more a compilation of them with some new theories and such added in. In an excerpt from an email I sent to David...

"So she covered Elisa Lam and some of the college drowning cases in her book Something in the Woods, which came out in early 2014. Some of the college cases were also in her first book, Mysterious Things. She covered the Manchester cases in Taken in the Woods, which was early 2015. Also the first time I had her on, back in 2015 I think, she said that she was working on a book on all the drowning cases."

To anyone out there that doubts this, go read the books. Look at the publication dates. Listen to the interview. More of a case could be made that David copied Steph than vice versa. That being said, I am quite sure neither copied the other, and as a matter of fact, they both draw data from a book called Case Studies in Drowning Forensics. These are the cases that both Steph and David cover. The rest are independent. Steph has a bunch David does not, and David has a bunch that Steph does not. Steph does not connect these to wilderness disappearances, but leans far more towards a human agency. It is, however, upon a casual glance, easy to see how one would think this was the smoking gun that plagurism was happening. David had posted a timeline, which showed that he had published first, which was not in doubt, but again, once you realize that she had written at least a chapter in most of her books about these cases, prior to David publishing A Sobering Coincidence, added to the fact that she flat out said that she was going to eventually be compiling them into a book to have them in one place, also before David published his book on the subject, AND add in that no one knew David would go anywhere near these cases, since he said he wasn't going to deal with Urban disappearances beacuse it would be too hard to sort out what may be anomalous, and you can see how it may have looked, versus what it really was. This was two people doing work that ended up overlaying a small bit. 

What drove David over the edge in this situation though, was another misunderstanding, where a Facebook group, which was called the Missing 411 Forum, or something similar, which had David's blessing in using the name, had removed David as an Admin. There were some issues with some of the people in the group, and it was decided to remove him and change the name of the group. They then asked Steph if she would come in as an Admin. Steph is not a Facebook person. She does not like social media much, and didn't want to add to her already busy workload. She was assured she could be as active or inactive as she wanted. Months later, they actually made her Admin, and welcomed her to the group. They had not yet changed the name. David believed she was now trying to usurp his fanbase using the group. In the end, Steph asked to be removed as Admin, and the group changed it name (which it should have done when it removed David). At that point David also removed all his posts about her, as they worked it out privately via email. 

People often ask why Steph and David don't work together. Now you can see. What you should also be able to see, is that their approach is very different, as is their material. This post is not meant to bismirch either David or Steph in any way, just to lay out the facts of what has happened. I stand in a unique position where I have read all the books they both have written on said subjects, and have talked at length with both of them, and tried very hard to prevent the type of situations that ended up occuring. 

I have heard absolutely ignorant people claim that Steph makes all her stuff up, often followed by how she plagerizes David. Well, both can't be true, now can they? I feel that David's work is important. He has found potential patterns, and areas, often with the Devil names (although this, too, was not a new discovery, many have written about the connection of Devil named places and weird encounter prior to Pauldes), that may lead us to a greater understanding of this mystery. Many of the cases in his books likely have prosaic explanations. The more I learn, the more I find this to be likely. However, there are definitely those that defy easy explanation. In time, with more research, by Paulides and others, we will see if those patterns hold true. Steph follows a very different path, telling stories more like folk tales as well as investigating some of the disturbing cases that abound. The drama that surrounds this is silly, as most drama is. I told David, if there ever came a point where Steph had actually copied him, I would never have her back on. I meant it. Look at the facts, look at the most grounded data, in this case, publication dates, and actually read the books before making ignorant comments about the authors. Recently, when Steph was about record one of her podcasts, she expressed some reservations about talking about the 'Predator' case because David has it at the end of his book on Hunters, which was released in mid-2016. Why? Well, despite the fact that Steph wrote about it in her 2014 book, Predators in the Woods, she was afraid people would accuse her of again copying David. Again, the facts are there, you can buy her book and right in Chapter 1, is the same case David didn't write about till 2 years later. Does that mean David copied her? Of course not, it just happens that sometimes people hit upon the same stories and sources. 

You can find more from Steph at her website; https://www.stephyoungauthor.com/

And you can find more from David at his website, which is the ONLY place you should be buying his books from, he does not put them on Amazon: http://www.canammissing.com

You can hear the podcast about this here. And the YouTube version is below. 

 

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The Swirling Abyss... or Why I Study All this Weird Stuff

MoonFor a while now, I have maintained that we need to revise our ideas of what reality is. When we look at paranormal phenomena, people tend to have this limited view, this either / or dichotomy. If someone sees a UFO, or a few people have a UFO experience, the assumption is that it’s either a physical craft, or a hoax or hallucination. This view gets us nowhere. We assume that we need to distinguish between internal and external. With many of these phenomena, the answer may involve both. Our culture assumes that anything that takes place in an internal reality is ‘unreal’. An hallucination. If someone has an experience where they have something profound happen to them, it isn’t ‘real’ unless there is physical proof.

The first problem here, is that everything we experience is internal. We have no external experience. We trust what our senses tell us about the environment we are in. Anyone who studies perception will be quick to tell you, we sense very little, and much of it is made up by our brain filling in gaps. The more you study how the brain does this, the more you understand how little we really can tell from our senses. That includes any instruments that we invent to measure our environment, since those are also interpreted through our rather imperfect senses.

Then we have the studies that show that our brains actually can react to things BEFORE they sense them. This brings in the question of time, and what it really is. Clearly, an argument can be made here for pre-cognition, but I think this is more how we interact with reality than anything specific to what we think of as the future. Information may travel in all directions, or what seem like directions, if all of time happens at once. We move through it as we do, because we need to, to have free will, if we have free will, and to accumulate experience. From outside our senses, time may be all one thing, information, that I just there, and we choose how to move through it. So interacting in ways that seem out of sync with time, may not be so strange, just how we interact. Someone who is ‘Psychic’ may have just picked up how to read this information outside of our current location. Jane Robert’s Seth once said something to the effect that time is just what your brain can process at any one moment. Time flies when you are busy, and slows to a crawl when you are bored. In the latter, there is less to process so the sense of time slows. Of course, it’s all subjective, but my point is, everything is just subjective in the end.

We can’t examine our reality from the outside. We can’t examine our consciousness from the outside, either. Everything we know is likely wrong to some degree, we can only refine what we understand from within the system. If you were a character in a computer game, it would be inconceivable to understand what the outside of the computer was like. You only would know what was in your reality, and you wouldn’t understand the confines of that, either. That is where we are. Our materialistic view of things allows extra-terrestrials. So when someone reports a UFO, it’s either ET or bunk. When you get into some of the stranger experiences, and the other experiences that connect with sightings and such, it makes no real sense as simply an ET encounter. Our reality framework, however, fails us. Quantum physics suggest some interplay of consciousness with the basic building blocks of matter. This has of course been used to explain so many things, and usually without a full understanding of the current science.

What we have is us. We have our conscious place in this reality. We look through cloudy eyes, and hear through muddled ears, but we stumble along ok. Our brain’s software has pretty good error correction on it, so we think it’s all continuous and seamless. We don’t know about what it doesn’t tell us about. These experience we call paranormal, may just be what the brain tries to filter out, but sometimes fails. It may then have to build a framework to explain it. Something unrecognized in the road that it didn’t filter…  Monster. There, taken care of. Well at least for the brain’s part. We may share some connections and interpretations, or there may be feedback, so when everyone in the car sees it, it’s because someone’s brain edited the information to make it a monster. Maybe it’s a dangerous spot in what we call reality that we should avoid. It doesn’t know how to manifest that to you, so… Monster!

When we take hallucinogens, or trance out driving down the road, or slip into an unusual altered state while sleeping… Aliens. Or Fairies. Or whatever. We encounter another intelligence, normally invisible to us, and our brain has to make sense of it for us. Today, it’s often Grey aliens, especially where they are part of the pop culture. We can deal with that. Aliens fit our reality model. They are external. The reason the question on all this is still open is not due to whether these experiences are real or not, but due to the fact that we don’t have an nearly accurate enough model of reality. Once we have an encounter, our brain has a framework to work with, maybe it then can remember glimpses of encounters it previously was able to filter out, and the next time this intelligence is encountered, the brain doesn’t feel that need to filter it out, because it now has some framework to present it to you. As long as you don’t question the framework, you can be very sure about what you are experiencing, even if not everyone believes you. Your information feeds back to them, to reality, to others, and now we have greys abducting people. It may barely resemble what is actually occurring, but we need everything to be nested in what makes us feel most safe about reality. The experience may scare us, but not as much as how alien what is really occurring is. It may not be as scary as realizing how little we know about ourselves and where we seem to exist. These are the realms of madness, and some monster in the woods, some ghostly spirit, or aliens coming to probe us, are far preferable to the abyss that lies below our certainty.

We are what we are. We are limited for a reason. It doesn’t mean we can’t expand our perceptions, our reality. I study and explore these things for this very reason. I want to know more, I am curious, an explorer. If UFO’s were just ET’s visiting us, well, that would be rather disappointing at this point. It is what it is, but as far as I can see, that is just the current camouflage. These phenomena may tell us far more about who we are and what reality truly is that any ET could. They may all manifest from us, for all we know, and even that, tells us so much about us and reality. I think the majority of people out there want to cling to that safe belief system. Whether It be that of the debunker who just won’t believe any of it no matter what the evidence, or the people who accept something strange is happening, but have created what you may call expanded reality blankets to cover it. Yes, it’s strange and scary, but they’re just from another planet, or they are lost souls, or demons from hell, or an undiscovered ape. If we can label them, give it a structure that fits into our beliefs, we are safe, even if scared of that illusion. The thing we truly fear, is that chaos, that insanity around us that we can’t perceive at all directly, but we gets hints at being there. We can’t understand it, not yet anyways, and it’s so big and overwhelming, that again, it is madness to us. We are not as fragile as we fear, but our beliefs of how things are, can be.

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