If aliens arrived tomorrow, what’s the first thing you’d ask them?
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I am so excited to finally write about aliens.
I spent hundreds of hours in the library all throughout my childhood. The library was, and still is, my safe space. When I was in sixth grade, I found the back corner that held all the “weird” stuff–parapsychology, metaphysics, and my favorite topic at the time: Aliens. I read all the alien books right there in the corner, my back against the bookshelf, like it was my own secret, exclusive club. It really was my personal paranormal reading nook. Despite my fascination with them, I’ve never thought about what question I’d ask them given the chance.
Truthfully, I’d probably ask something dumb, like “How are you?” out of nervousness and being starstruck. One common question I think many would ask is, “What is the meaning of life?”
There’s a woman in her 30s, named Elizabeth April, who I would consider to be popular among the parapsychology community. She practices remote viewing, has extrasensory abilities, and claims to have spoken with aliens and other high-vibrational beings. She also said on a podcast episode of Acid for Squares that when she was in her astral body and communicating with Source (i.e., Higher Self, God, Christ Consciousness, whatever you want to call it) she asked that question: What is the meaning of life? My heart rate picked up and my breathing rate quickened when the answer she got was very similar to what I’d written for the daily prompt of the same question back in May: The meaning of life is to experience. In this life, on this planet, we have so much beauty, love, pain, sadness, joy, ecstasy, and anguish to drink in, to endure, and to appreciate. The “good,” the “bad,” all of it is a lesson of experiencing through the limitations this world provides.
All that to say, I wouldn’t ask that question.
I might ask, “Why has it taken so long to show yourself to me?” or “Why haven’t I been abducted yet?!” But I already know those answers too: Everything happens in divine timing. I’m not sure I really want to be abducted by aliens, but when life, or society, gets tough, my like-minded friends and I joke about it. Like, “please take me with you!”, for example.
Here’s some of what I’ve learned about aliens and high-vibrational beings so far:
- They’ll reveal themselves soon, like in the next year or so
- They’ve been here forever
- There are several different kinds of aliens, some of which are purely energy forms (without physical form)
- There are beings already here on Earth that are more malicious than the ones coming from elsewhere
- They’re here to help, not hurt
- They’ve already protected us and our planet from annihilation and will continue to do so
Loving and learning about aliens has been a part of my personality for my entire life. To be alive at the same time as Disclosure (the official revelation of extraterrestrials and more of the great secrets being kept from the majority of humanity) is happening is an unbelievable privilege. I’m actually sitting here in awe just thinking about it. Combine the lore of extraterrestrial visitation with learning about energy, frequencies, manifestation, astral projection, remote viewing, Psychokinesis, ESP–the fact that humans have been proven to have these extrasensory abilities, that it’s documented in declassified CIA and other government reports, and that now the veil is lifting on these formerly niche subjects–for me, it’s a buffet of delicious mind-matter, consciousness-expanding brain teasers.
I am definitely one of those weirdos who eats up all the content they can about the paranormal. I always have been; none of these topics are new to me. It’s just now becoming less taboo to spout off about them. And the more I learn, the more I’m aware of how much I don’t know. I get so excited about the unknown that I almost find it difficult to write about, succinctly at least. My mind gets overwhelmed with how many directions my thoughts go. How do I pick and choose what to put down on this post?!
Anyway, I still don’t have a question prepared for when I meet an alien.
We’re already in the midst of my stream of consciousness, so why not continue down that path–as I wrote that last sentence about not having a question prepared, one came to mind. I thought about the interaction: First I would be in disbelief, then scared, then in awe, and then grateful. Then, if they stuck around past the fear stage, I would ask, “What can you teach me?”
I imagine the lesson would be limited, since we have to learn so much on our own. I would be satisfied with that. Just seeing and communicating with them would be enough for me. Unfortunately for me, I think I have more work to do with raising my vibrational frequency before they’ll give me the visit I deserve.
I have one single UFO story, and it’s a pretty lame one: It was 2010, and I was sitting in my friend’s car late at night when I looked up through her windshield and saw a small red orb in the sky. It was abnormal enough that I turned to her and asked if she was seeing it too. When she looked up, the red orb jumped to another spot among the stars. It leaped around a few more times before disappearing completely.
I’ve had UFO dreams that felt more real than my lukewarm orb sighting, but it’s all I have in my catalog, and therefore I’m grateful for it. It’s been said that aliens are making visits in the dream realm, so I might as well add those to my repertoire. Next time I see one in my dreams, I’ll ask them if that’s okay.
