OK. Here’s my thing today.
This is not my lane.
This was my spouse’s lane.
Three years ago, if you had asked me about extraterrestrials, I would have handed the microphone to EsoterX and gone back to writing about trauma, attachment, and why people overshare in elevators.
But lately? The universe is nudging.
Former president Barack Obama casually tossed off in a podcast that aliens are “real,” then clarified he meant statistically that the universe is so vast that life elsewhere is plausible, even if he saw no evidence of visits while in office.
Which is exactly the kind of statement that makes rational people nod thoughtfully
and irrational people start Googling bunker blueprints.
And then there’s the other thing. The constant political murmurs about “disclosure,” executive orders, secret files, and the lingering American belief that somewhere in Nevada there’s a filing cabinet labeled ALIENS! DO NOT OPEN UNTIL AFTER ELECTION DAY!
Psychologically speaking, alien fascination is one of humanity’s most revealing tells.
We do not like being alone.
We really do not like being insignificant.
Aliens solve both problems in one neat existential package.
They mean we’re not alone.
They mean we’re interesting enough to visit. They mean we might even be the weird cousin in a galactic family reunion.
And honestly, if you’ve ever been awake in Manhattan at 2 a.m., you already believe in alien life forms.
I’ve seen creatures emerge from the subway that did not evolve on Earth.
The deeper question isn’t Are we alone? It’s How not alone are we?
Because history is littered with moments where people were certain something unseen was out there:
• Ancient sky gods
• Medieval omens
• Cold War UFO sightings
• Modern congressional hearings about “unidentified aerial phenomena”
The language changes. The mystery doesn’t.
And grief (and here’s where I can’t help myself) makes you especially porous to mystery.
When someone you love dies, the universe stops feeling tidy. Reality loosens its tie. Suddenly the idea that there are unseen layers to existence doesn’t feel ridiculous. It feels possible.
My spouse would have loved this moment. Loved the ambiguity.
Loved the way science, politics, folklore, and late-night Reddit threads are all suddenly sharing a table.
If they were writing today, I imagine they’d say something like:
> “The question isn’t whether aliens exist.
> The question is whether we’re ready to admit how little we understand about our own reality.”
Which, frankly, applies just as well to therapy as it does to extraterrestrials.
So do I think we’re alone?
No.
But not in the way conspiracy theorists think.
We’re not alone because humans have always been storytellers.
And somewhere between the stars, the subconscious, and the bureaucratic black hole of government reports, we keep looking for proof that the universe is bigger than our fears.
And maybe that’s the real alien life form:
Hope.
Categories: Culture, current events, death, family, mental health, Psychology, science
psychologistmimi 
Dear Lord “All These Flavors of Ice Cream” And ‘They’ Desire Alien
Life From Another Planet Far Above Below ‘Their Home’
Where the Greatest MaGiC Already Exists Within Yes
At Least Potential MaGiC Birthing New UniVerses
From Our iMaGiNaRiuMS Far Beyond Any
Discrete Measure of Distance Space
Or Time Yet Of Course
If We Don’t Want To
Create Brand New Worlds
To Explore in All the Avenues
Of Media We Bring to Life to Share
We May Surely Explore the Ocean Deep
And Find Life Exists On the Bottom of the
Deepest Abyss of Ocean Floors That Rays
Of Sun Never
Even Touch
Creatures
of the Deep
Creating Their
Own Neon LiGHT
Still For Us To Explore
And Find In Wonder and
Awe Yes of All Reality We
Are Yet to Experience on
And From Our Mother
Earth Dear Miriam
This Vast Space Ship
Of Breathing Life Mountains
High Valleys Low Northern Lights
As Nature’s iMaGiNaTioN Including
Ours Blends Together in Every Breath
That Becomes a New Testament
of Existence Down HeaR on
on Ever More Change
Of This Colorful
Planet We
Help to Create
New and More Colorful
At Best in Balance of Course
With Most Respect and Least Harm
For What We May Come to Color Next
my Intuition
Is any Species
That Comes to
Create Their Own
Heavens Above within
Appreciate Their Homes Both
Within and On the Outside Understanding
They Are Birthed of Their Planet Custom Made
With Enough
Gratitude of
Life is Worth
Dying For Just
to Appreciate The
Gift We Have and Make
It Our Best Home Now True
Yet of Course as far as Distance
Space Time and Matter Goes We aRe All
Ready Alien Life Born of Atoms From Other
Star Systems With Super Nova Explosions
And Crucible Fire of Star Death Creating
Gaseous Dust That Carries Iron to Core
of Mother Earth Flowing Through Our
Blood Streams Picking Up Oxygen
That Trees and Our Oceans
Provide as All the Magic
And Gift Of Life
Comes Together
Where an Eternal
SMiLe of Being Now
Is Both Possible and Real
Exploring New Colors to Create
In Union With All of Existence
On this
Space
Ship Home
Now For Real
The Entire UniVerse
Exists Within Us Inside
Us Outside of Us and All Around
Distance Space And Time With
Matters Not as Love’s Energy
In Peace Radiates Out
of HeART’S to
Touch Others
As Brain Waves
And Heart Waves
Synch in Eternal Harmony Now
And Indeed for Those Eternal 66 Months
in HeLL ON EartH of Only Pain and Numb
Without the Memory of the Feeling of a SMiLe
i Remember a Neighbor Relating Her Mother’s
Illness Inside Her Home She Was Care Giving
For Who Told me Where Would We Be
Without Hope
And Indeed
Without even
Ever The Memory
of What Hope Ever Felt
Like in that Place of the Dead Zone then
True
We Would
Be Nowhere
Only Exploring
The Deep Within
To Bring Ourselves Back to Life
No Matter Distance Space or Time
The Farthest
Star for
LiGHT
Again
To BREaTHE Within
i Suppose It’s a matter
of Perspective of WHere
We’ve Been and How Satisfied
We aRe NoW
to BREaTHE for Real…
Seriously Why Would Anyone
Wanna Travel Through a Worm Hole
When We Can Paint it and Make it Real
and
even
imagine
How it Feels
Yet On the Other Hand
Some Folks Dismiss this
Life Long and Only Wish
for a
Better
Place
After Death
Just Missing Out
on What’s Possible Now
True Perhaps going to Other
Planets on Other Planets is
Some Kind of Religion with
A Wanna
Be Martian King…
i’d rather watch ‘The
Twilight Zone’ Let it Sink
In and Create a New Episode
to
actually
Do Now….
With a Little
Help from some
‘ExoterX’ FRiEnDS….
Made Out of Star Stuff
Cosmos Unto Itself as even
Carl Sagan Related Yes We aRe
Both Star
Seeds and
Star FLoWeRS
Blooming Creativity
In Colors Never Seen
Before Every Day Now
Nah This Isn’t Enough
Let Us Do
MoRE ALL
The Tools
Are At hand
of THE ENTiRE UNiVeRSE
Within to Continue to Create Anew…
Yes We
Have
Arrived
No Need to ‘Phone Home’…
And Nah i Don’t Come From
“Area 51, 52, or 53,” i Graduated
From Route 66 at 53 Just to Do
More
With
SMiLes
HeHe at
Least till 66 Again..:)
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