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Science Fiction

      But they can't see us, but we can see them. We've landed. All those movies you have about us like E.T., Men in Black, etc., but now we've landed and you can't even see us, but the four-legged ones can hear us, but can't see us. Weird. See, maybe it's about vibration. See, if humans can only see things and hear things in a certain range of colors or sound waves, then they can't hear us or see us since we've of a higher vibration and are Valorium, a color not on the humans (or animal) range of vision/hearing. So, we do things any normal being from another planet would do, we try moving things, sending messages in different mediums, but the humans don't seem to understand. We've landed. We're here. So, we try entering them, when they're asleep, through their crown chakras. But, then they talk to each other about the crazy dreams they had last night, and still don't understand. 

           We try moving things and wind up on TV on The Sci Fi network's show Fact or Faked? Why can't humans understand? Maybe if we write about it through medium's trances, they'll understand? So, we go to Lily Dale, New York, the capital for mediums. And we give messages to the mediums, you, since they too are of a higher vibration, can see, hear, and understand, but instead of giving a simple message, they say things like, “I see a really big angel beside you.” So, we tell the medium we're aliens, not angels, and they whisper that they know, but no one believes in aliens on planet Earth and the recipient would think the medium was crazy if they said they saw aliens. 

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           So we, on the Aqauaqa ship, decided to do what any normal alien would do in this situation, which is to go where humans think the aliens are. We start with the obvious: Area 51. This is a part of the American armed forces, but everyone associates it with Aliens. So, we go. We see planes landing and taking off, we see people routing the planes, but no one can see us, still. We try raddling their cups and their plates during meals, but everyone is so tired, they don't seem to give a damn. We try interfering with their radio frequencies during take-off and landing, but instead of acknowledging we're there, they call a technician, who tells them their radio system is fine.  

           We try messing with their dreams and they blame it on being in the armed forces. We try talking to the dogs they have who sniff out bombs and the dogs hear us, but the humans think the dogs are just having an off day. So, we try getting into their FM/AM radios. Think about it, the higher the frequency, the higher the radio station number. But, after hearing some of what we're trying to tell them, a few of them get one of those looks on their faces and then tuned the radio to a lower frequency station. 

           Then, one of them wound up in a state where we could talk to them and they could hear us. See, when regular humans are on the cusp of wakefulness and sleep, sometimes they can understand what we've said. So, we got this young fucker to understand us and were able to convince him to tell his superior officer. The superior officer listened, nodded his head, and then made this soldier go pee in a cup. He's not high, you idiot, we're here. See us jumping up and down like Kremlins from Dr. Seuss? We're here, but they still couldn't see us. So, we thought about it and had some discussions and we found some of us aliens could lower our vibrations more than others. So, we all allowed them to lower their vibrations and go into the human's TV sets. And, late at night, these humans did turn on their TV sets and some of us aliens talked through their TV, but these humans had the TV on as background, so they heard us, but didn't really hear us, like when a teacher is lecturing in the class and the students are caught in their heads and don't know what the teacher is really saying. So, the soldiers are playing cards, sleeping, changing into night clothes, and we're saying, “We're aliens. We're here at area 51, we've been trying to communicate with you for months, but no one answers. One of them take a long drink of vodka and goes to sleep, another reads their book, another reads letters from home, but even though the TV is on and we're getting our message across loud and clear, nobody cares.  

           Some of them have video game systems and we send us low vibration aliens and they get in, but these humans just curse and say their gaming systems are broken. 

           We realize this isn't working, so we head to the pentagon in D.C. There are all kinds of computers we can get into and TVs, emails, texts, but when we do, nobody seems to care again. They unplug their devises or take it to stores to report a bug. We're not bugs, we're aliens. Aliens, damn it. We want to get to know about you. We want to let you know all the mistakes we've made so you don't have to make them. We can help you with our advances in science, math, tell about our history, but you aren't getting it. Like when someone who doesn't speak English comes to America and tries to buy something using their native tongue, but we speak English. We speak English, well. We even try sending signals to the UFO radar thing the government has or to deviate the RNGs, but everyone thinks it's just a stitistical fluke. 

           So, we decide to admit defeat. We're around all of you all the time, we eat beside you, talk to you, sleep with you, shower with you, but no one ever notices us. We try inspiring you when you're writing, playing music, meditating, but no one understands who or what we are. It's all just a mystery to you or coincidence. But, it does get annoying. Things like, gee, if only there was someone who could help you with that, or show you where you left your keys, or talk to when your lonely, and we're here, but we've tried screaming, we've tried everything and humans just don't get it. Damn it, they just don't get it. Or, at least they didn't, until Jojo made his discovery.  

August 05, 2023 15:27

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