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  • Word of the Day

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    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.

  • Word of the Day

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    The genie grants you a wish. What is it?

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    My initial thought was, “I wish I’d win the lottery.” Then, thinking more about that, I wondered how that choice would impact me in other ways than the obvious freedom coming from unlimited cash. Seems like a dream come true, but there’s a whole TV show about how the lottery has ruined people’s lives. I don’t think I’d mismanage the bag, so the opportunities for ruin get very creative in my anxious mind.

    There’s also the fact that wishing for money speaks to a scarcity mindset that I evidently still have, which I’ve been working hard to shed. Just in the last week, I’ve gotten extra groceries and a massive package of paper towels for free due to errors of sorts. If I’m able to summon abundance, why can’t it be a truckload of hundred dollar bills? I suspect it’s that question alone that keeps me from winning big on my numbers–there’s more Higher Self work to be done, and winning the lottery won’t do it for me. Bummer.

    Beyond the lottery, I’d be tempted to wish for a steady writing career. Just a quick wish and then, poof! Instant success. When I overthink that possibility, I get the feeling that I wouldn’t be happy with that one, either. Being plummeted into a lucrative writing career without having earned it would be cheating. It wouldn’t feel fulfilling. I also doubt I’d enjoy it at all. I would be like SpongeBob with those inflatable, fake muscly arms. A true poser.

    So, my first two immediate options are out. I could wish for all of the landscaping in my yard to be perpetually pristine, but maybe wishing for my house to be constantly clean (without me having to do it) is the better bet. But then I wouldn’t get that pride from making my house clean, and my kid wouldn’t grow up with those values instilled, so the cleaning one is out. And there’s some true happiness to be harvested in a flower bed, so landscaping is also off the wish list. 

    It’s starting to look like hard work and experiencing authentic achievement is worth at least a lottery’s worth of money. 

    Maybe we scale it down a bit. A lifetime supply of free Dairy Queen? No, I don’t need that temptation in my face all the time. I have no self control over ice cream. What about having my pre-baby body back? If you’ve been paying attention, you already know that’s a trick question. I need my hard work and authentic achievement! Call me a glutton for punishment, but I love a hard workout, and no genie will take that grueling journey away from me. I could get really specific with it and wish that I could eat all the DQ, brownies, frosting, cinnamon rolls, and donuts I want without ever having a physical consequence…but that seems like a really dumb wish when I sit with that choice.

    So far I’ve ruled out having endless desserts, money, attractiveness, and success as my wishes. Oh, and a forever-clean house and nice landscaping without the back pain. At this point you may be asking yourself if I’m crazy, and my response would be “define crazy.” If having defense mechanisms so high it wards off White Walkers is crazy, then perhaps that’s me–but I also think I’m making a smart choice.

    Being granted a wish is having true power. What kind of person would I be if I had absolute control for a moment and I spent it on myself? A big part of me still wants to keep it about me by wishing for perfect health and happiness for my family, specifically my daughter. As a mom, I naturally never want her to experience any kind of pain or illness. Speaking of natural, though, that’s life–she and I will have to endure those difficult moments when they cross our paths. That’s part of the cruel beauty of this human experience. The pain and pressure turn us into the rare diamonds we are, and my family can’t be exempt from that.

    Finally, I think I’ve arrived at my wish. It boils down to something we’ve all heard before, so much so that it was written as a joke in Miss Congeniality: I want world peace. 

    This is unattainable in our current timeline, so wishing for “world peace” without being hyper-specific would be a mistake. My version of it would be: I wish for the ungodly billionaires and trillionaires in our world to have their Christmas Carol moment and change their greed into generosity by donating just 40 percent of their collective estates to eradicating world hunger, disease, for-profit healthcare, and protecting not only the populace but the Earth herself by ending wars, capping or redirecting investment into technology so that Earth’s resources are not only preserved but replenished, and apply that funding towards elevating our society into a higher frequency where we will all feel safe, secure, and loved, where competition amongst ourselves is non-existent, and where we all rediscover the sanctity of community because of the realization during this transition that We Are All One. 

    That genie probably wishes I’d gone with winning the lottery.

     

  • Word of the Day

    Even the smallest things generate a ripple effect.
    A fallen leaf floats at the center of rippling water as the forest reflects the evening sky.

    Do you believe in karma?

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    I do believe in karma, in the way that I believe in energy. I think that what’s projected outward will in turn be attracted back inward. Is it a tit-for-tat type of deal? I don’t know. Probably not in the way most people think of karma. 

    I think if someone has negative intentions in their heart and then acts on them, they will eventually receive negativity in return. That being said, my high school bully ended up winning a whole house in a local YMCA fundraiser held in my hometown, so there’s that. For the sake of my own karma, I wish her nothing but the best lessons in life. 🙂

    Anyway, it’s my belief that the concept of karma is many things thanks to the blending of meaning and language. By definition, it’s “an impersonal law of cause and effect, not a system of divine reward and punishment.” Going by that definition, my own interpretation of karma bleeds out of the lines a bit. I maintain my belief, though, that an act of positivity leads to positivity in return. Engaging in positive thoughts, gratitude, acts of selflessness, etc., emits a frequency that has you radiating on a level that can only attract like frequencies back to you. That, to me, is physics; that’s cause and effect. 

    I write in these blog posts as if I’ve got it all figured out. I assure you, I don’t. I get sucked into bad moods and shit-talking like the best Negative Nancy in the pageant. However, what I can say is that I’ve absolutely become more aware of my thoughts. I do catch myself in one of these moods or thought cycles and at least try to break it. I actively notice things that I’m grateful for, and I do that on a regular basis. And, as of super recently, I’ve gotten back into an exercise routine. This alone helps regulate the energy within me that otherwise would get charged up throughout the day and have nowhere to go, except to my head, which is where overthinking and negativity breed. 

    So, do I believe in karma? Yes. Do I think it all comes back to energy and frequencies? Of course. I’m seeing now that most of what I have to say also boils down to those topics. Let’s see where that cause and effect takes us. 🙂

  • Word of the Day

    Daily writing prompt
    What is the meaning of life?
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    Bold prompt! I’ll take a shot at it. I didn’t name my blog The Word for nothing.

    It’s interesting–being asked this question a decade ago was almost rhetorical, in that nobody had an answer and accepted it that way. I think some of us today have finally figured it out. Maybe. It’s all relative, of course.

    My belief is that the meaning of life on Earth is to fully experience being human. The human experience, meaning: Learning, growing, loving, hurting, healing, and doing it all through appreciative eyes. To live means to see the world for all its color, both bright and dark. Eventually one lives to learn that the whole color palette exists for enrichment; gray, black, bleak, and dreary do the same thing for us as the pinks, yellows, sunsets, and rainbows.

    I like the phrase “we’re all made of stardust.” I think that we’re essentially all One. We all come from the same consciousness. One of my favorite comedians/people in the public spotlight, Pete Holmes, does a cute bit in his everyday life where he refers to those he interacts with as “other me’s.” For example, he could be checking out at the grocery store and think of the cashier, “That Me is being super efficient today!” I love that exercise. It makes the Golden Rule make a lot more sense.

    I subscribe to the notion that in this life, the higher power is within us. Call it God(s), Universe, Love & Light, whatever name we want to use, but we come from “that” and return to that when our lives here come to an end. I call it Source. This gives me great comfort in understanding the meaning of life and “death”; the fact is, energy never dies. It only transforms. Everything here on Earth is made of energy. Our bodies, our minds; we’re 100% energetic beings. We don’t die, we transcend. We’re here to Live, Laugh, Love, cry, build, learn, choose, survive, experience, feel, hurt, grow, heal…I could go on forever. How lucky we are that we were given the opportunity to come to Earth and be human.

    I believe Source is probably Heaven–no pain, all love. We were all a bunch of energetic mish-mash in some light-filled bliss arena, waiting for our calling card to Earth. The concept of Heaven/Source is hard for us to understand after a while of being human. We forget about the value of our energy and consciousness once we’re conditioned enough. But, today in 2026, we’re waking up to the fact that our energy and frequencies are lucrative currency. The level at which you radiate energy attracts the same level back to you–low frequency attracts more low, high brings more high.

    Finding gratitude is the first step to raising your frequency; high vibrations lead you to the meaning of life. The part of your brain that lights up when anxious is the same part that lights up when you’re practicing gratitude. Therefore, they can’t be used at the same time–you can’t be anxious while you’re being actively grateful. Try this, and soon, you’ll be in awe at the richness of the color green of the grass and trees; wondering who first told you dandelions were a nuisance when they add so much color to the world; feeling your cells drink in vitamin D from the sunlight on your skin; thanking your lungs for the favor of fresh air. All that and more just from existing, and there’s still all that you have in your possession to be thankful for. It’s stunningly beautiful, this life on Earth.

    I feel my heart bursting with love and gratitude for my life every day. It didn’t happen overnight; I lived on autopilot for a long time, feeling stuck and unhappy and suffering internally. My story, if it ever gets told, needs its own post because it doesn’t fit in here. It boils down to this: I had a baby, quit my job, felt scared about it, and subsequently started a gratitude journal. I wrote down anywhere from five to twenty things I was grateful for every day, building up those new neural pathways. Doing this really did help me in my spiritual awakening (and ongoing journey). My mind now looks for things out of love instead of fear. I feel more at peace than I ever have before, and I’m so thankful that my daughter gets this version of me.

    I think that the goal in life, for everyone, regardless of circumstances, is to name those five to twenty things to be grateful for everyday. It’s finding that beauty, that excitement for living; it’s listening to your body, your higher self/inner voice/intuition, even though it can be scary. That’s what I think the meaning of life is: Knowing that no matter the path you take, the scene around you will always mirror the scene within you, and the opportunity is there to make it like Heaven on Earth.