I kinda feel bad about Cal, for his comment on the last blog (see below: “What If It Landed?”) It began as a UFO contemplation, and ended with the now-usual spiritual stuff. It was not intended, but this “spiritual stuff” is coming naturally these days to my pages. Even so, I had thought about erasing that second half as somewhat incongruous to the first, but something odd happened, something that just might have to do with UFOs: I couldn’t get the essay/blog posted. It took three days and four calls to my server before it finally went through, and by then I just wanted it off my hands and on the website.
Not odd? Well – it was the first time it happened after 600 postings, and just when I was discussing – and I think quite smartly – what is going on with UFOs, as well as other government cover-ups. Could it be that “they” were aware? Could it be that “they” blocked it until they saw that it was later resolved in non-political spiritual stuff?
Not only that; the very same day that it finally was posted, I had a bicycle crash. It was on a rails- to- trails location that is filled with chipmunk holes, but I had hit those dozens of times before. This time, I was thrown at high speed off the trail’s edge into the woods, injuring my shoulder, incapacitating me in many ways to this day. Was that a warning? I mean, it had never happened before; what are the odds? And both, that and my blog at the same time? Are we talking – gasp – Men in Black?
Or is it destiny?
I must tell Cal the truth – destiny is always debatable, but paranoia is un-provable and often demonstrably nuts. That’s the trouble with the UFO phenomena. While there are spiritual things that are undeniably true, at least to thinking people – I mean, look at our predicament! – those other things, those ghosts and goblins and aliens – can only take us so far. I really do believe, given everything that I have read over decades, that the UFO phenomena probably points to an alien intelligence of sorts, but I cannot say what that is. I cannot say if aliens have anything to do with our destiny or if they are going to someday land on the White House lawn or if they need some poor schmuck’s vital juices to continue their race. They don’t seem that important to the great philosophers or prophets of this or any other age, unless we want to include the likes of Clive Custler in the ranks of our great sages. There might be a reason for this.
But there are so many things that only God- knows- what. I admit that all these things are fascinating. I will get back to more of it soon, but it cannot be that deep, because we have so little to go on. And recently, for me, life has been deep. But maybe, just maybe, that’s what the Men in Black have wanted all along; maybe they’ve wanted me off their trail. Let me tell them now, if they are listening, that I will not be intimidated – er, unless it gets really scary.
But onward! The end of summer calls! Time to heal. We will talk again to each other soon.
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