The future was
yesterday when we cared, yesterday when all our troubles seemed so very far
away, when we still thought we could change things. When we still thought that
it mattered. We’ve learned some hard
truths since yesterday.
We can look back now
and laugh. It was just (“just…” God! How
lightly I use that word…) the fear of nuclear oblivion that led us to mistake
weather balloons and pelicans for visitors from another world. I remember that poor Air Force pilot who
crashed his plane while chasing the shadow of Venus across the sky. I laugh a little when I think of it. I know I shouldn’t; he died in that crash and
his two daughters grew up without their father.
But still…. Chasing the shadow of Venus?
You tell me with a straight face that isn’t funny.
It was widely reported
that the Virgin Mary herself appeared in a flying saucer over Fatima,
Portugal. Thousands of devout worshippers
flocked to the fields to see her, craning their necks uncomfortably so they
could stare into the sky. They screamed
as they watched her craft plummeting toward the earth. But then it suddenly stopped, halted in its descent
by some unknown, unspeakable force. And then it abruptly zoomed upward and forever
out of sight.
But , after all these
things, tell me this, answer this one little question for me: Why is Dr. Robert R. Sauvak in hiding? If the bright orange lights seen over the
White House were nothing more than atmospheric anomalies, as it has been so
widely reported, why has Dr. Sauvak been forced underground? And exactly why is the Canadian Bureau of
Transport investigating geo-magnetism? Isn’t that just a bit out of their purview?
We now know, but still few have believed, in the last years of the twentieth century human affairs were being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than our own. This is something real, not visionary, not fictitious. It is not a scientific romance. This isn’t Percival Lowell’s imaginary canals built by an ancient dying civilization on the dehydrated surface of Mars. This isn’t the Chariot of the Gods. Or Stonehenge or Ley Lines or crop circles…This is real.
This is nothing less than the very real and dark, visceral fear of the unnamed Other, the Thing in the Dark, the Thing From Another World. How long can we hold a grudge? How long can we blame the Communists? This is bigger than them. This is bigger than all of us.
We now know, but still few have believed, in the last years of the twentieth century human affairs were being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than our own. This is something real, not visionary, not fictitious. It is not a scientific romance. This isn’t Percival Lowell’s imaginary canals built by an ancient dying civilization on the dehydrated surface of Mars. This isn’t the Chariot of the Gods. Or Stonehenge or Ley Lines or crop circles…This is real.
This is nothing less than the very real and dark, visceral fear of the unnamed Other, the Thing in the Dark, the Thing From Another World. How long can we hold a grudge? How long can we blame the Communists? This is bigger than them. This is bigger than all of us.
The vast number of
cattle mutilations alone should convince us of that. Why it’s almost industrial in scale, but
still we laugh at the reports and at the witnesses. When, all the while, we should be
afraid. These cattle mutilations are a
surreptitious invasion technique. The
same is true of the disappearance of honey bees. Reports of faeries are nothing new; why
object now when we speak of alien incursions into our airspace?
I don’t know if this
message will reach you; the telephone lines have all been jammed. The spotlight of the entire cold war security
apparatus (you thought it had all been dismantled, didn’t you?) has now been
turned toward this issue. Fighter jets
have been dispatched from nearby air-bases, but I fear that it will be too
little and too late.
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