Blog Post 24
Some big ships have been coming by lately, pretty much every night I have come out the back to look at the night sky. Last night one came by and cruised slowly and silently overhead with a light on the front and on the rear. As I have said before in other posts, this happens often. The lights are locked in place and a clear demonstration.
Of course, they are always silent and invisible except for the lights intentionally on display so that I can see them. And the big ships are always rolling on by in a very casual manner, not a care in the world. They always make me sit up straight and pay attention.
Why? What is it they want me to see or know? I’ve seen a ton of them and would certainly like to get on board for a guided tour one day, but do they want something else? Do they just want me to know that they’re out there? Is that it? Have I been on them before and don’t remember?
No idea.
The other morning, I woke from an unusually reasonable sleep. Well, that’s always a win. If it’s not a shit sleep, then I’m congratulating myself for leading a well-balanced life. As I gave myself a mental high-five, I put the kettle on and ground some coffee.
While waiting for consciousness to seep back into my bones in a half-coma, my wife came over and said, “I reckon I saw a footprint on the back steps this morning.”
My consciousness suddenly came flooding back in with full restorative vigour. My brain was suddenly running on all cylinders. No caffeine required.
“What?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I saw it there, a partial print of a bare foot. It was wet, like they had been walking on the wet grass. Then before I could react, the dogs trampled it!”
Well, that sounds weird. “How big?”
“Maybe like a ten-year-old girl’s foot? But two toes.”
Nobody had been out there, so unless a 10 y/o girl with bare feet had been standing at our back door between 0400 and 0600 that morning, it’s difficult to say just what had been going on. And that alone was creepy to contemplate.
I checked the cameras and they were down. Uh oh. I had a feeling what that meant. Something immediately jumped to the front of my brain.
Yes. It was time to speak to the aliens.
That night I went out the back and asked them about it, and needless to say, the answers I got were surprising.
It was busy out there. Plenty of ships came by to see what was going on.
Did someone, an ET, come by last night and visit us on our back steps? – Yes, sort of.
Okay, well that was pretty straight forward. Right, then.
Did they come in the house? – No.
Did I come out? – Yes.
Okay, I wonder what I came out for? I pictured myself wandering through the darkened house at zero-dark-hundred on remote control, headed for the back door. Good trick. Imagine if humans could get their grubby hands on that sort of mind control. And just who did I see out there waiting for me in the early morning? What was my reaction?
Was it a health check? – No.
Did they come for another sample? – No.
Were they fixing something? – Sort of.
Then I remembered what we had been discussing recently and I had said something like, “If you can fix my brain and get me to remember any of this stuff, please go ahead! I’d like to remember the people I worked with.”
I was referring to all the 20 and Back service they had mentioned. Was that what they had been up to?
Did they fix my brain? Because I’m pretty sure that could do with an upgrade! – Yes, kind of.
Was it my memory? – Almost there.
Was it my memory about the Program? – Yes.
Right then. That’s interesting. What now? This was all a bit mind blowing.
So, an ET met me out on the back steps to tweak my memory? Is that right? – Sort of.
Oh man. This means it’s not a No, but there is more data I need to know. Their literal way of answering my questions was frustrating, but I had to just work it out somehow. Often, it came to me later.
Was it more than one ET? – Yes.
Right. Made sense. That was more likely and probably safer than just one person doing it.
Was it dangerous doing this? – It could be.
Were there security people present? – Yes.
Were they worried about me? – No answer.
Because I believe I have been problematic in the past, right?
So how did they get down here? Was it by one of those tractor beam things that drops them slowly down like… “bzzzzzzzttt…” a blue beam or something? (I actually made a motion with my hand wiggling my fingers to illustrate what I meant.) – Yes.
I was reminded of the two people I heard discussing me on the ships (Blog Post 14). The guy had said I could be obnoxious.
Were they having an argument about me? – Yes.
Did the lady get her way? – (I think the answer was a yes. I actually can’t remember. Too many questions.)
Ok, fair enough then. I left the questioning at that. I was tired, it was late, and I’m sure the ETs had more important things to attend to. I thanked them, said goodnight and went inside. But before I did, I left them with one more thing.
You know, sometime I’d like to know what all this is about. Because a significant amount of time and effort has gone into all this.
And I have no idea why.
