We've traveled far across scant time and heard its whisper—chilly rhyme—that something odd was in our skies to fill our hearts and heads and eyes...
...But we dismissed these observations, written words, these protestations... ...that weird machines then flew imbued with what, today, we see fly too.
Saucers make themselves well known, in lithograph or carved in bone. Pressed into the walls of tombs, these words transcend the churlish goons who lean on *science*—much maligned—to prop their facile paradigms. Though, I digress; we should go on... ...our fate's approaching fast and strong...
Our century, then, begins at last with what was one TREMENDOUS blast, and sending shock waves harsh and dire ... Tunguska, then, was set afire. A thousand acres of it burned, wildlife slaughtered—men would learn—see, that was years before they saw the devastation of it all!
The trees were pushed aside like matchsticks, mashed down, flattened... a winged matrix ... an instant of a century's time to sew raw wonder in our minds...
The life that has returned... is *changed*... and not so subtly rearranged; this is stuff not talked about, you "see" it once, then do without. Strange mutations come from space (?) to interact with Earth life, Ace! So, ARE we not—we all—effected ... over time to change, affected? Forget it may have been a spacecraft, blowing up before its impact—radiation's not ruled out, and life IS *different* there-a-bouts...
1915 comes around; World War I distorts and pounds, and from the British comes a tale of what's beyond the common pale.
...Gaining ground in mass attack, they'd take hill sixty—it was next—but on that hill they found, instead, some clouds some say were filled with dread! Shaped like lenses, they're described, lenticular (in smoke they hide); the battle stops and jaws gape open, but—cannon fodder's orders spoken, eighty tens must march that day for if they balked their lives they'd pay! Twenty men would watch these soldiers march upon their *hill* as ordered... ...these were never seen again; just simply GONE! 800 men! No trace of them was EVER found—a mystery, and MOST profound?
...Two years later we would see what thousands saw, said set them "free," and made them make "interpretations" made out, now, as weird assertions! Tens of thousands gather in... for worship, service ... Christian hymns, and seen descending from the sky, and flying patterns bright and high ... a saucer skims and darts about to ooo's and ahhh's and startled shouts!
"Angels flew" Fatima said, a town in Portugal, we have read. ...And just above their upturned faces, the craft "flew down" and "hovered," haste-less ... lifting (then) to "pierce the sky," then disappearing from their eyes. Discounted as religious fervor, thousands saw, from kings to servers, what they all would, then, so describe ... a silver craft... ...that day... ...DID fly!
The closer that we get to *us* becomes the fog of those unjust, and we can't trust a record, plainly, so beat up ... so abused insanely ... so consoled by soothing *stalls* who act informed ... "professional." Their expressions (smooth, licentious!) are misdirecting ones attentions from a slight of hand they've used ... to keep us from "the real *news*."
Sightings, now, are thick and heavy, had a few myself, and lately. This is not a fantasy. This is—in fact—reality! From the 40s fog begins as we pursue atomic *friends,* and their interest there is plain. The UFO's would come again ... wreaking havoc on our bases, shutting down our missiles! Gracious!
1942—Los Angeles, photographed, quite simply fabulous! Collins writes the strange account that throws your mind and heart about. Shelled from shore by worried guns, the "Japs" were flying over them ... an airship filled the summer skies—was non-effected if despised...
See, *it* took the fury from our soldiers, then flew away to join with others! I've wondered how it might have gone if Steven Speilberg, later on, had made his movie (of this period) not played for laughs, and been more serious. Belushi was a comic foil unsuited to this kind of toil—bet it would have made more money ... UFO's are just NOT funny.
...The closer that we get in time the more confused the facts are, Clyde.
...Mushy data used to make convenient cases for some *fakes*. Most of which is fake, I've heard, but some of it is real, sure. So, I'm not fooled by plain derision, effected by crass misdirection, and I know it must be wrong... to act, at all, like we're alone...
If *they* are *there,* as most allow, then they are *here* ... you shallow-brow!
Look upon OUR feeble strides and see potentials *they've* contrived! Evidence abounds for free; the folks I trust who stand with me, a living breathing history—plus the stuff I've plainly seen!
We're awash in innuendo, half truths, lies... yet, we pretend so! We pretend that we're alone. We IGNORE our ink and stone. We pretend it's all a fake for feeble minds and sure mistakes... ...but something's written from the past—beseeches us to grab hold fast, and listen for what can't be pressured, weighed, assessed, or even measured.
We are not, have never been, alone as we've been taught, my friend. And real proof we're not alone sure seems to come ... from ink and stone.
Beth Vegh said...
If I may add to your list!
Forget that nearly every ancient text reveals bizarre scenes in which supernatural beings zooom across the sky. Allow me to elaborate:
The Annunaki came down from the sky to the earth. The sumerians revered them as gods. They performed genetic experiments on the people and the animals. They created hybrid humans (half Annunaki - half human) to rule the people, to teach them the trappings of civilization. The Annunaki gave them language, art, astronomy, music, mathematics, and law. Thus the first human civilization (to date) began, known as Sumer.
Asgard, in Norse mythology, is one of the nine worlds and the homeland of the Aesir, the race of warrior gods.
Quetzcoatl, rose to heaven and went to the planet "Venus."
Upon dying, the soul rides in a "solar boat" to the hall of judgement, somewhere in the night sky.
Elysium (lzh´m) (KEY) , in Greek religion and mythology, happy otherworld for heroes favored by the gods.
Mount Olympus, in Thessaly. A gate of clouds, kept by the goddesses named the Seasons, opened to permit the passage of the Celestials to earth, and to receive them on their return.
Angels ascend and descend from the planet to the sky.
Elijah went up by a whirlwind into heaven.
Ezekiel 1: 4
And I looked, and, behold, a whirlwind came out of the north, a great cloud, and a fire infolding itself, and a brightness was about it, and out of the midst thereof as the colour of amber, out of the midst of the fire.
1: 12 And they went every one straight forward: whither the spirit was to go, they went; and they turned not when they went.
1: 14 And the living creatures ran and returned as the appearance of a flash of lightning.
1: 15 Now as I beheld the living creatures, behold one wheel upon the earth by the living creatures, with his four faces.
1: 16 The appearance of the wheels and their work was like unto the colour of a beryl: and they four had one likeness: and their appearance and their work was as it were a wheel in the middle of a wheel.
1: 17 When they went, they went upon their four sides: and they turned not when they went.
1: 18 As for their rings, they were so high that they were dreadful; and their rings were full of eyes round about them four.
1: 19 And when the living creatures went, the wheels went by them: and when the living creatures were lifted up from the earth, the wheels were lifted up.
1: 20 Whithersoever the spirit was to go, they went, thither was their spirit to go; and the wheels were lifted up over against them: for the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels.
1: 21 When those went, these went; and when those stood, these stood; and when those were lifted up from the earth, the wheels were lifted up over against them: for the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels.
1: 22 And the likeness of the firmament upon the heads of the living creature was as the colour of the terrible crystal, stretched forth over their heads above.
1: 24 And when they went, I heard the noise of their wings, like the noise of great waters, as the voice of the Almighty, the voice of speech, as the noise of an host: when they stood, they let down their wings.
When the ruler's work is well done and his time has come, the Ch'i-lin arrives to bear his soul to Heaven. (heaven = sky/outer space)
The moon god, descended to earth and impregnated the daughter of a priest.
In the Vedas, our world is one of countless Mt. Sumeru worlds. The higher heavens preside over increasingly huge numbers of Mt. Sumeru worlds. In this system, our Mt. Sumeru world is known as the Saha World, which means "The world of endurance" because there is so much suffering which must be endured by the sentient beings who live here undergoing samsara, the constant cycle of birth and death.
An envoy from Anu arrives and takes Adapa to heaven. Later, he brings him back to earth.
When they reached the edge of the coolabah plain they saw their mate on the other side, by the river. They called to him to stop, but he heeded them not; on he went until he reached a huge yaraan, or white gum tree, beneath which he fell to the ground. As he lay there dead they saw beside him a black figure with two huge fiery eyes. This figure raised him into the tree and dropped him into its hollow centre.
While still speeding across the plain they heard such a terrific burst of thunder that they fell startled to the ground. When they raised themselves they gazed wonderingly toward the giant gum-tree. They saw it being lifted from the earth and passing through the air toward the southern sky. They could not see their lost mate, but fiery eyes gleamed from the tree.
On went the Spirit Tree, and after it flew the Mooyi, shrieking loudly to it to stop, so that they might reach their roosting place in it.
At last the tree planted itself near the Warrambool, or Milky Way, which leads to where the sky gods live
To this day to the tribes of this part, the Southern Cross is known as Yaraan-doo, the place of the white gum-tree.
Do not return to your village. Forget your own people. Come with me now to the sky, to the land of the Star People.'
For a long time Morning Star and Feather Woman lived happily together in the Star Country. When their son, Star Boy was born, their happiness was complete.
Homesickness eventually overcame her and she longed to return. She was sent back down.
It was evening and the Indians sat by their tipis, resting after their day's work. Suddenly a boy pointed upwards. 'Look!' he cried. 'A shooting star!'and the people saw a bright light descending from the sky.
They ran to where it fell and there they found Feather Woman and her son, wrapped in the white buffalo robe. They recognized her as the girl who, long ago, had gone to gather firewood and had never returned, and they led her back to her father's tipi.
Long, long ago, when the world was young, the People of the Sky were so restless and travelled so much that they made trails in the heavens. Now, if we watch the sky all through the night, we can see which way they go.
If you're thinking "Meh... just myths," then how is it they all came to similar conclusions on opposite sides of the globe, nearly simultaneously and without the benefit of mass communication, jet airplanes, ocean liners, or library systems?