My epiphany came suddenly -a long time ago, reveals itself again on occasion in spurts, and as a psyche, has grown exponentially, but as yet remains
unfulfilled...
Chicago, Illinois - I was about seven years old.
My parents took me to the Adler planetarium to see a night-sky show. I was enamored, enthralled, captivated. I asked the presenter probing
questions, most of which he had no answer to: When did the Universe begin, how big is it, where is the edge, what does it look like, what was before
the beginning, and the classic: Are we alone?
I've been asking the same questions ever since. The answers, consistently disappointing and unsatisfying to say the least, made me search farther and
wider - especially, the, "Are We Alone" part. I read all I could on astronomy and cosmology, but, like many of you, the only comfort I found was in
Science-fiction - books, movies, anthologies. Seems odd that we seek the truth to the most profound, unanswerable questions in sources of "fiction"
- since no one - especially not the "Experts", have the right answers.
My library of UFO/Aliens, space science, exobiology, astrobiology, etc., including hundreds of movies, documentaries, and audiotapes, numbers in the
thousands. Still, the answers, especially the "Big One", remains elusive.
ATS helps, but it's likely a temporary fix, and the feeling of satisfaction fades quickly when I log off. Like listening to, watching, or reading
Sagan or Hawking or Asimov or Spielberg - it all seems so fleeting and wispy and incomplete. Will we EVER know the truth?
One moment of epiphany, or perhaps enlightenment, came when I was working on a technology implementation project and there were some people at a
meeting I attended from various DOD and black-ops contractors present. I try not to bring up my interest too much at these meetings, and especially
try not to seem conspicuous or over-eager about it, since as a pilot myself, I have learned that such sensitivities are genuine and could also be
career-threatening if not handled carefully. Anyway, over drinks at a bar one evening, I dropped a little hint about the truth I was seeking, and my
evening-companion swore he'd kill me if I ever repeated it, but said he has seen "evidence". Nothing more was said, and I could pry nothing more out
of him, but as we were leaving, he said, "listen, why do you think every witness on this planet always describes the same thing..." or something to
that effect.
That got me thinking and I started pouring over my books and films again. Sure, some of the consistency in the appearance of UFO's and aliens can be
attributed to popular culture, media exposure, and the like, but practically ALL of them? Throughout history?
To me, this is the one epiphany that has stuck with me (that and the realization that sheer numbers mean the odds are we are NOT alone (see
Probability
1 - my favorite book on THAT subject -available for 1 penny - definitely worth the cost...)).
Ok, so they all look alike (the "greys" at least) and their ships, for the most part, all look alike. Big deal. No, that is not proof. No, it is
not definitive. No, I can't rest easy or give-up searching for the truth because of it.
Yet, it is an interesting epiphenomenon that is inescapable. A small, perhaps barely significant consolation prize.
Now all we need is confirmation. I hope we get it, one way or the other, before I'm gone...
I hope one of you get it, before your gone...
Take care, my friends...
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