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Friday, February 5, 2021

What do I do if I meet an alien?

The other night I woke up at precisely 2:00 a.m.  Eyes sprung open like a mouse trap and stared at the clock.  I was cold.  The thermostat in the master bedroom read 64.  Single digit temperatures outside make it hard for the heating system to keep up in a ridiculously large house.  I should have made it smaller.

I looked around the room in the blue light of a full moon.  I could take it.  I like the cold.  But maybe the kids could use some more heat.  I got up and put on my slippers and favorite blue hoodie, the one from the motorcycle shop.  It has a stain on the sleeve and has shrunken in the wash but I still wear it around the house.  I went downstairs to load up the wood stove.

I was careful not to wake the dogs.  I did not want to be up long, waiting for them to come inside after begging to go out.  I stirred the coals and stacked the stove full of logs.  I took the opportunity to visit the bathroom.  The fire was catching.  I walked to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

Sipping water from a porcelain tea cup, I looked out the windows over the sink.  The bright moon lit up everything.  It reminded me of the night of my UFO encounter in Gagetown, New Brunswick.  So bright, it was almost like the day.

Sometimes on nights like that I will think about aliens.  Sometimes on nights not like that I will think about aliens.  I stood there staring through the blue haze and wondered what I would do if a spaceship touched down on the lawn right at that very moment.

If it were summer I would probably be upset that they were messing up my grass.  I have about the worst lawn in my neighborhood but I put a lot of work into it each week.  It is winter, though, so I would not worry about the grass right now.

I should get a camera, I thought.  If I saw another spaceship no one would believe me.  I myself am skeptical of people with multiple sighting stories.  What are the odds?  It was a freak occurrence that I saw even one spaceship, let alone as close as I was and for as long as I did.  It is extremely doubtful anything like that would ever happen to me again.  I would certainly need photographic evidence this next time.  Otherwise, I would probably just keep it to myself like I did with the first sighting for so many years.

But what if it took off while I was running up the stairs to grab my phone?  Would it be better to go out and greet the ship's occupants without any photos or to risk missing that but possibly get a clear photo of it?  I have thought of this many times.  When you have a close encounter in your past you tend to think about things like this with some frequency.  I have had this internal debate before.

I have vacillated on this more times than I can remember.  Sometimes I think having the photo would be better.  Sometimes I go with greeting the visitors.  This night I decided I would go outside, freezing as it were, and try to make contact.  This led me down the rabbit hole to my next thought:

What do I do if I meet an alien?

The few credible alien abduction stories I have heard do not sound like positive experiences.  People are scared out of their minds.  They are cold.  They are uncomfortable.  They may be in pain.

Fear, I understand.  During my encounter I experienced a level of fear few will ever comprehend.  I responded to a Twitter follower recently that it was as if every nerve in my body was screaming.  This went on for the majority of the five to seven minute encounter.  It subsided only after the ship began gliding out of view and I summoned the courage to get up and follow it.

Cold?  Well, see above.  I grew up six miles from Canada.  When I was a kid we played soccer before school every morning regardless of the temperature.  We usually did not have hats and gloves.  The one kid who wore gloves would be the goalie.  Getting hit by a frozen soccer ball is like getting hit by a cannonball.  For the record, I have never been hit by a cannonball but it cannot be much worse than playing goalie in sub-zero temperatures.

Discomfort, I can do - I am over six feet tall with arthritis in my knees and have flown cross-country in coach dozens of times.  It is not a pleasant experience.  But I suck it up and do it.

And pain, well, I am not a fan of that but I have broken bones in a motorcycle accident, fought off cancer and pneumonia, and been married going on fifteen years now.  I suppose I can deal with some level of pain.

I do not say all of this to brag.  It is merely to make the point that I am prepared to deal with whatever is thrown at me if I had the opportunity to board an alien spaceship.  I may eat those words if it were to ever happen but right now I am willing to take the chance.

If I ever did see another UFO, unlikely as it were, I would flag it down and try to hitch a ride.  I would want to meet the people inside and find out what they were like.  I would want to initiate Contact.  I am doubtful they would stop and pick me up.  I once tried to hitchhike around Valencia in Spain and no one picked me up.  I must have walked thirty miles before jumping on a train back to Xàtiva.  (There is a lot more to that story but it will have to wait for another time.)  I would expect things to be different if a spaceship landed on the lawn.  But who knows?

So, OK, what if I did manage to make it aboard an alien spaceship?  What would I do?

I think the first thing I would want to do is to make sure my hosts did not perceive me as a threat.  Think about how a strange dog acts.  He will mirror your reaction to him.  If you are scared or aggressive, he will be scared or aggressive.  If you are calm and kind, you can put your hand out and he may come over and sniff it.  This may not be the case with every dog but it is a fair generalization.

What you do with your hands in that situation matters a great deal.  Dogs know that hands can harm the same way their teeth can harm.  People know this too.  It is why Western gentlemen have shaken hands for thousands of years, to show each other there are no weapons in their hands.  Easterners do something similar before sparring with martial arts - they wave their arms across their bodies and stand with their hands at their sides, fists open, prior to taking a combative stance and opening up a can of whoop-ass on  you.

I would to the same with aliens.  Not the part about opening up a can of whoop-ass - I would want them to see that my hands were not hiding anything and were also not to be used as weapons themselves.

Next, I would want to show respect.  Anyone who can get from there to here (wherever there is) must be thousands, if not millions, of years more advanced that humankind is.  They would be highly intelligent.  They would have had much time to work out a complex and advanced culture.  They would be my superior in every way.

This is difficult for many people to accept, especially here in America.  Humans are the dominant species on our planet and Americans are the dominant people in the species - that is to say, Americans believe we are the best, whether that is true or not.  Surely we must be the baddest daddies in the Universe.  

Hollywood leads us to believe that any invading cosmic army can be defeated by human/American grit and ingenuity.  But in reality, we need to face the likelihood that with aliens we are like ants to them.  They could squash us or study us or simply ignore us.  If we were graced with their interest in communicating we would have to accept our position in the pecking order.  We are way down towards the bottom of that list, probably somewhere just above a planet full of dogs.

Perhaps over time we could work towards a more equal footing.  We could meet other civilizations and find out where this first one ranked in the cosmic pecking order.  Are they more like the EU nations or Afghanistan?  Imagine if we were visited by the Afghanis of space?  We would be screwed.  I hope they are more like the Europeans - modern Europeans, that is, not the ones that came to America and killed off most of the Indians and started the slave trade.

In order to show my respect for my alien hosts I would take a deep bow.  This is common across most human cultures.  Bowing one's head is a sign of respect and courtesy no matter where you are from.  Bowing at the waist is even more respectful and taking a knee, even more so.  

Initially, I would not look them in the eye.  Even between species it is often advised to not look a predator in the eye.  This may cause the animal to charge at you and attack you.  Instead, you should look away and slowly back away.

My first demonstration of respect and peace would be to open my palms, bow my head, and take a knee.  I would hold this pose for some time before slowly returning to a more natural stance and gradually looking my hosts in the eye.

What do I do if I meet an alien?

Eye contact is something I am less certain of.  In my interview with "John" the European police officer who had a close encounter he was extremely frightened by the eyes of the creature.  He said the eyes were big and black and looking at it inspired fear, no other emotions, just pure fear.  I wonder if I would have the courage to look an alien in the eyes and maintain my stare.  John had a pistol which he drew on the creature.  I would be unarmed, most likely.

Once both parties had established that we are mutually peaceful my next instinct would be to start asking a bunch of question like, "How does faster-than-light travel work," and, "Why do men have nipples?"  But I would have to squelch that urge.  As I wrote in What Would You Ask an Alien no one travels across the galaxy to be greeted by primitive people with a bunch of questions about physics or anatomy.  I probably would not understand the answers anyway.  I have only the most rudimentary understanding of physics.  I would have to hold my questions until a more appropriate time.

I would also want to ask for something but that too would be wrong.  Right now, if an alien granted me three wishes I would wish cure humanity of all diseases, eternal life for all those who want it, and then I would have to think fast and come up with something more personal just for myself.  Being on the spot I would likely ask for something stupid like an alien-designed snowboard.  It would be cool to have something like that but then people would mock me for all eternity for screwing up one of the wishes, like, "Why didn't you ask for wealth or your own spaceship or three more wishes?"  And then I would have to be like, "It was aliens, not a genie, you fool!"  I would get tired of this after a while.

I wrote in Alien Proxy War that our leaders would want aliens to share military tech with us.  Then I wrote in Alien Health and Beauty that most individuals would want health and youth, as restated above.  But if I were to actually meet an alien I would not ask for anything right off the bat.  Sure, people would ask me afterwards why I did not ask a bunch of questions or ask for any gifts but that is not how diplomacy works.  I am not a diplomat but I did see Dances with Wolves and I am pretty sure that relations with people of a highly different culture should begin with an offering rather than a request.

Alien Diplomacy

In time, I would ask many questions and make many requests but initially I would offer something instead.  What would I have to offer aliens that they would not already have?  Anyone who can get from there to here would be able to produce anything they wanted.  Like Dr. Glascock said in the Trading with Aliens series of video clips I recorded, aliens would likely not need any of our commodities or products.  Maybe they would have a curiosity about some native wares, the same way I was interested in buying a wooden mask when I went to Africa.  But otherwise we would not have much to offer, as a people.

The one thing I could offer to alien visitors that is more valuable than any product is myself.  In an effort to further spur official Contact and intergalactic relations I would offer to be an ambassador or a liaison between our peoples.  

I am pretty good with languages.  I picked up Spanish in two weeks - do not test me, that was twenty years ago, but it came pretty naturally.  I already had a background in French.  Spanish is like French but with different pronouns and an O at the end of everything.  German was pretty easy too.  It is like English with a German accent.  I think I could pick up Klingon or whatever they speak on Kepler-62f pretty quickly.  Obviously, I am exaggerating a little, but not much.

I am also good at blending with different cultures.  I come from a small farm town, got an education, lived in good and bad parts of New York City, and traveled the US and the world.  I have employed or found jobs for hundreds of blue collar workers and highly educated professionals alike and gotten along well with each of them.  I could chill with some aliens, brah.  It would not be long before I would be sporting the alien versions of a Dashiki and a Sombrero with a Kilt and some Wooden Shoes.  Certainly, I would look ridiculous to my Earthan brethren but I would represent my new friends from space, y'all.  

Ambassador to Aliens

Perhaps aliens would scoff at me being their ambassador.  I mean, who am I, really?  After hearing my offer they may look around the room at each other, uncomfortably scoping for any note of approval or a sign of how to let me down easy.  The head alien guy would be like, "Actually, puny Earthan (* ahem *, no offense, like, you're just puny, you know?), we were hoping you could introduce us to Luis Elizondo."  And then I would be like, "Ya, I could text him for you but you see, I left my phone at home.  What had happened was, I was going to grab it so I could get some pictures of you guys but then I thought it would be more important to like, you know, make contact?  How about you give me your number and I'll put you guys in touch."  Then I would probably crumple up the number and never call it like every Saturday night in my twenties.  It was all about getting the digits.

Perhaps these are delusions of grandeur.  But I think it would be pretty cool to be an ambassador to aliens.  I have been looking for a career change recently.  Running The Best Staffing Company in the World is hard work.  I am pretty sure that Ambassador to Aliens would be an easier job.  It would be a fun challenge, anyway.  

Before heading home I would ask the aliens if I could use the bathroom.  It does not matter if I had to go or not.  I would just want an opportunity to pocket something I could use later to prove I was there.  Maybe it would be one of those fancy soaps that you put out for guests that are shaped like rose blooms.  I would not take one of the monogrammed guest towels, though.  That would be way overboard, like petit larceny or criminal mischief.  Maybe I would just snatch a piece of alien toilet paper.  I bet it is super soft and absorbent.  It does not matter what it is, just something little, a trinket to prove I was there.

I then would ask the aliens to return me to my house - not a few miles away like they did to Travis Walton.  What's up with that?  It is too cold out for me to be put to sleep in a snowbank far away from home  I would freeze to death if I were not able to make it back inside within twenty minutes.  My friends would all be like, "So weird, he went out in his pajamas and no shoes.  What, was he chasing another UFO, or something?"  Then they would all have a good hearty laugh.  They know me.

Back at my kitchen sink my daydream faded and the windows came back into focus.  They need to be cleaned, I thought.  I finished my water and put the empty cup aside to reuse later.  I walked back into the living room to check the fire.  It was raging.  I closed the flue and the damper and went back to bed.  Confident I will know what to do the next time, I fell fast asleep.

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Thursday, January 7, 2021

Common Ground

It is difficult to focus on "The Phenomenon" today.  This is not a political blog.  I have been quite careful to avoid politics.  I do not want to alienate (so to speak) my readers on the Left or the Right.  I have always been somewhere in the middle, myself, sometimes agreeing with one side, sometimes with the other.

Today is different.  I must say something.  I have to express what I am thinking.  Part of this is for me.  It helps for me to put things in writing in order to sort out and consolidate innumerable fragmented thoughts.  Mostly, though, this is for the community which reads this blog.

Lue Elizondo said it best, "This topic is a-political."  It is.  My followers on Twitter and YouTube are Americans from all different backgrounds as well as citizens of dozens of countries around the world.  If we all sat in the same room and discussed politics it is likely we would have hundreds of different opinions.  None of us would be wrong per se, baseless conspiracy theories notwithstanding.  We would simply have different opinions.

The Phenomenon is Apolitical

One topic we can and should all agree on is that we are being visited by people or entities from outside our planet.  There are thousands of eye-witness UFO accounts and even video footage of the "Tic Tac" encounters, certified by the US military.  This is the common ground of the UFO Community.  Whether you are Conservative or Liberal, American or any other national, Black, White, Hispanic, Asian, Christian, Jewish, Muslim, et cetera, we have all found common ground behind #Disclosure.

Why then can all people not do the same?  We Americans have spent the past few years focusing intently on what we hate about each other.  We have said, "America First," in impudence to our longtime allies and admirers around the world.  We have stoked fears and promoted divisions.  It has been us against them, whoever they are.

In "us against them" who are we and who are they?  It is all of us.  We are them and they are us.  Americans from all backgrounds are Americans.  People of Earth from all countries are Earthans.  We all eat, sleep, breathe, love, work, and play.  We all want our basic needs to be met and we all want the best for our families.  Yet we continue to strive for a world where my way of accomplishing those goals is the best way for everyone.  It is not.

This type of thinking is what divides us.  It is the fuel for war.  It is what attacked the American Capitol on January sixth.  My way is better than your way, they would say.

If the people of the UFO Community can set aside this type of thinking in order to unite behind a common cause, as we have, then surely others can do the same.  All Americans can find common ground with each other.  All people of Earth can do the same.

What that common ground is, is beyond the scope of this article.  That is something each individual needs to identify for him or herself.  Each community, each country needs to seek out what makes us all the same, what can unite us.

Why is this important?  Why can we not just agree to disagree with each other?  You can.  But that should not be the focus of relations with others.  This is an existential threat to America.  Moreover, it is an existential threat to the world.  

The UFO Community recognizes that if official Contact is made with an alien civilization we can no longer hide behind the flags of our nations.  We must unite in the face of a potential threat from a much more highly advanced civilization.  We will need to find some common ground, whether we like it or not, because our survival as a species will depend on it.

We should not wait for this to happen.  It needs to start now.  We Americans need to unite under whatever common ground we can find with each other if we are to survive as a nation.  We Earthans need to do the same with other countries if we are to survive as a species.  This will not happen by chance.  It will not be easy.  It will take courage, hard work, and stamina.  But it is essential.  

This is a call to action.  Go out and find some common ground with the people you dislike.  Do it today.

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Thank you for reading and keep an eye on the sky.

Wednesday, December 2, 2020

Seemingly Unassociated Coincidences

Fate is a construct of the human mind.  I do not believe in fate.  I also think there is no such thing as luck.  For the most part, some things just happen and there is nothing one can do about it.  Yet, sometimes there are too many coincidences to ignore, too many unassociated events which could possibly have an association if you used your imagination.  

People do this all the time.  Often they are wrong: the bigfoot hunter who sees a shadow in the woods, the anti-vaxxer who meets a mom whose kid has autism, the climate change denier who gets frostbite.  But then there are the times when going on a hunch based on limited data can bear fruit: Columbus reaches the Western Hemisphere, Pasteur cures rabies, the TV weatherman predicts the weather.

Yesterday some weird things happened to me.  I was at the local wholesale club with Mrs. M.  We had two shopping carts filled to the rafters like something out of a Dr. Seuss book.  We looked like those guys in India who carry an entire year's harvest to market on a motorcycle.  Sometimes the rest of the family is on the bike too.  How do they do that?

Overloaded Motorcycle
Me and Mrs. M. shopping at the wholesale store

Usually we do the self-checkout but we had a lot of stuff and a cashier was open so I went to him.  It must have been his first day, or something.  He was awful.  He slammed my bananas around like they owed him money.  He took the ground turkey out of its produce-bag-turned-salmonella-prophylactic to scan it and then left the bag off.  He completely ignored the case of Bubly seltzer under my cart.  

Some people would see the cashier miss an item and just roll with it.  Even some good God-fearing people feel OK about ripping off a "Big Box" store.  Believe me, I debated it for a brief moment.  But it did not require much thought for me to point out the guy's mistake to him.  Part of me felt bad for him and did not want to be the reason he got fired.  Part of me just wanted to do right, whatever that means.  I directed him to scan the seltzer.  However, he failed to scan the enormous cases of toilet paper and paper towels Mrs. M. had under her cart.  

We did not notice this second malfeasance because we were trying to figure out which two of the three pairs of ski gloves we wanted to keep and which one we wanted to put back.  That place has everything!  When we finally decided, the guy tried to deduct the cost of the third pair from our total.  We had to explain to him that he had never scanned it and we simply did not feel like walking the item back to its home.  All in all, we could have gotten out of there with close to $100 of free stuff but we did end up paying for everything after an embarrassing moment at the door due to the unscanned TP and paper towels.

Then, the moment we got out into the vestibule at the exit it started to pour rain.  We were in a rush to pick up some pizza we had ordered for the kids before it got cold and dried out but we needed to buy a bottle of wine to cook with later in the week.  I told Mrs. M. to wait out the rain in the vestibule for a few minutes while I ran next door to the liquor store.  When I got to the register the tab was $93.  OK, so it was not just a bottle of wine, there was some other stuff, some rum and some rye and three more bottles of wine.  So the cashier says to me, "If you want to round it up to an even hundred, you can take something else."  I did not get what she was slinging so I just said, "Yeah, I'm good, thanks."  Then she pointed at a gift set of a bottle of something I did not recognize packed with some nice glasses.  It was $37.  She said, "Are you sure?  You could get something like that," pointing at the gift set, "for an even hundred."

If I had had time to put any amount of thought into it I cannot honestly say if I would have done the right thing.  Maybe it was good that I was in a hurry.  I went with my first instinct and that was to decline the offer.  She even winked at me!  It was one of the most bizarre things that has ever happened to me in my life - and I have had a close encounter with a UFO!  It reminded me of the time Eddy Murphy dressed up as a white person to infiltrate the White World and people started giving him free stuff.

When I got back to Mrs. M. the rain had died down enough to take our shopping carts out to the parking lot without getting soaked.  We proceeded to the pizzeria.  I got out of the car without my mask, something I cannot remember having ever done since I started wearing one in early March.  I almost made it inside before Mrs. M. shouted at me and reminded me.  That woman saved my life!  OK, maybe not but I would have obsessed about having exposed myself to COVID for at least a week afterwards.  Once inside, the woman behind the counter who I think is one of the owners asked me if I wanted a free cheese pizza.  Someone had ordered it and not picked it up.

There was no moral dilemma this time.  I have worked in a couple pizza places when I was younger and I know how it goes.  When someone orders a pie without paying and decides not to pick it up, it is given to the staff or thrown away.  This pizza was like an abandoned puppy in shelter.  I had to take it home or it would die.  Plus, it was the owner who was offering it to me, I think.  I gladly accepted.  I cannot bear to see pizza thrown away.  That is a sin, in my house.

Back in the Family Truckster, I told Mrs. M. that I should have played Lotto.  Then I explained all the weird things that had happened, all of which went in my favor, the possible free stuff in the wholesale store, the offer to collude on a heist from the liquor store, the gifted pizza.  I really should have gone back out to buy a lottery ticket after we got all the food and supplies put away in the Zombie Bomb Shelter.  I think it was my lucky night - even though I do not believe in luck.  No such thing.

Then there was today - totally opposite.  I went to the post office - no parking.  I had to wait for a spot to open and then had to squeeze my gigantic Chevy Suburban (said Family Truckster) into a space meant for a Fiat.  The guy at the counter gave me a hard time about the birthday card I was trying to mail because it was too thick.  He wanted to charge me extra.  Then he had me sign for a certified letter.  I have not opened it yet but nothing good ever comes by certified mail - except one time last year.  My neighbor was required by law to notify me by certified mail that she was having her pool filled in.  At first I thought she was suing me for something.  We had a good laugh about it afterwards.  Then Lockdown happened.  I asked her if she regretted filling in the pool.  Her adult children who had moved back in all said, "YES!!!"  Oops!  Sore spot.

Anyway, then I went to the bank and missed the turn and had to go around and try it again.  When I arrived I messed up my approach to the drive-thru ATM.  I could barely reach the machine and had a hard time getting my card and my cash out of it.  I thought I was going to make it rain twenties all over the parking lot.

I bought a lottery ticket.

Moments later I was on the road back home and there was a municipal tractor coming the other way.  Several cars were speeding around it in my lane.  After I had gotten close enough to the tractor that the oncoming traffic should have stopped going around it a guy in a BMW felt entitled to squeeze through.  He floored it as I approached the tractor.  The closer I got, the faster he accelerated.  By the time I realized I was playing a game of Chicken the only way to prevent a head-on collision was for me brake hard enough to activate the anti-lock feature.  All my mail fell on the floor.

Moments after that a deer ran out into the road and stood there for a few seconds, also apparently playing Chicken with me.  I braked again and beeped at him.  I am pretty sure that if deer had fingers he would have given me one.  The whole trip out of the house was like one stumbling block after another.  My lottery ticket is probably a dud - I will probably lose so badly I will owe them money.

Coincidences and Aliens

All of these coincidences, positive one day and negative the next, made me think about aliens.  I wanted to write these things down in my blog.  But what is the link?  What do weird coincidences have to do with aliens?

Then something just happened which brought it all together.  I have been corresponding with a Twitter follower from Wales over the past few days.  The guy's name is Chris Fowler and he is really into UFOs.  I should probably interview him for my YouTube channel.  He seems like the kind of person who would have a lot of cool stories to tell.

Chris sent me a link to a show which featured the famous Ariel School mass UFO encounter in Zimbabwe, which was also recently featured in the movie The Phenomenon.  I love that story.  It is the most convincing eye-witness account(s) ever - even moreso than my own because there were more witnesses.  The Phenomenon's director James Fox participated in the interview.  At one point, the show's host asked the now grown up students if they felt lucky to have been a part of this encounter.  They all had mixed feelings.  They were lucky because they had been a part of something amazing and historic.  But they were unlucky because of the stigma associated with a close encounter.  No one wants to be thought of as a crazy person who "believes" in UFOs even though each one of them steadfastly says, "I know what I saw."

Coincidentally, I had asked "John" the police officer who encountered an alien while on duty how he felt about his close encounter.  Mostly, he was traumatized.  I suspect that in time, having now finally told someone about it (me) he will come to feel like the Ariel School students do.  I certainly do.  It took me a long time to come around to that point of view.  I feel like my encounter was something which defied the odds.  I was extremely fortunate to have witnessed it.  At the same time, as a parent, a businessman, and an active member of my community, it sucks being "That UFO Guy."  I do not want people in my everyday life to know me for that despite the fact that at this point it is no longer a closely-held secret.

Someone on Twitter named Jon asked me about John the policeman's sighting.  Jon was caught up in the fact that John had a car pull up at a police checkpoint and no one was in the car and then John and his partner came face to face with an alien.  Jon remarked, "So two anomalous incidents on a quiet road, at night, interesting."  Yup.  Sure was.  But I think it was just a coincidence.  The reason John goes into so much detail about stopping the car, in the video, is because that was what caused him to leave the road and ultimately encounter this creature.  The two events had nothing to do with each other.  It is likely the driver was drunk, panicked, and bolted.  But the second event would not have happened without the first.

Is spotting a UFO or an alien lucky, pure chance, a coincidence?  Some would say it depends on your belief in luck versus odds, fate versus coincidence.  I still do not believe luck exists, only chance, odds and coincidence.  I was not lucky, I was coincidency or chancey or maybe just oddsy.  Sometimes stuff just happens.

We will see, when the lottery numbers come out.

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If you have seen an alien spaceship or any type of unidentified flying object (UFO) contact me using the Contact form at the bottom of this page.  You may remain anonymous if you want.  I will not ridicule you or try to tell you why you are wrong.  I get it, I saw one too.

Thank you for reading and keep an eye on the sky.

Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Police and Aliens

Apparently, Season 2 of History Channel's Unidentified recently made it to Eastern Europe.  Shortly after it aired one of its viewers looked me up and found the David Marceau Facebook page.  He sent me a message.  It read, "Hello! Sorry to disturb but i need some help... i want to write to lue elizondo, but i don t know how to reach him... sorry for my english"  Interesting...

Before reaching out to Lue I decided to do a little sleuthing.  Why bother the guy if this is a big waste of time.  I checked out the Facebook profile of the person who messaged me - I will call him "John" to protect his identity.  John joined Facebook over ten years ago and has been a pretty active member since then.  There are dozens of public posts documenting John's travels, friendships, and relationships.  This is a real guy, not a fake profile someone made for nefarious purposes.

John's posts did not reveal anything bizarre about him.  There are no articles about Bigfoot sightings or El Chupacabra on his page.  He does not even post anything about UFOs.  What could he possibly want to talk to Lue Elizondo about, I thought.

John does not explicitly list his profession on Facebook but it was not difficult for me to discern what it is.  He is a police officer.  I then looked John up on LinkedIn and he had an account there too.  This did in fact list him as a cop.  That was when things got really interesting.  Odds are, a cop is not going to risk his reputation with an outlandish story.  He saw something.

Police and Aliens
From the video
"John" Eastern European Police Officer

I replied to John and asked him if I could tell Lue what this was regarding.  He replied, "Ok.. i will tell you."

John confirmed he is indeed a police officer and then gave me a high-level overview of the night he was on duty and came face-to-face with an alien.

By this point I had texted Lue, asking if I could give the guy his email address.  Lue said yes.

Police and Aliens

John went into more detail about his sighting, under the condition that, "Nobody needs to know, because it may cost me my job."  I agreed.  He began by telling me he comes from a part of the world where people are very superstitious and they believe in all kinds of paranormal folklore.  He is not one of those people.  From what I have gathered, John seems to believe in Science and he disregards anything that is outside the bounds of reality.  Just the facts, ma'am.

This faith would be tested one night in August 2011 when John was out on patrol with a colleague from the military police.  It was a slow night and the Dispatch had not given the two comrades any calls to respond to.  They needed something to put in their report of their eight-hour shift so they decided to set up a checkpoint and pull over some cars.

It was late.  Some time passed and nobody came down the road.  Finally, a little white van approached the checkpoint.  It stopped a ways down the road from them.  They waited a couple minutes to see what it would do.  Its headlights were extremely bright and they could not see past the windshield.  This gave the driver an opportunity to slip out the back door, unseen.

When the two cops realized the driver was not proceeding they approached the van.  It was empty.  They set out to find the driver.  Their search led them a couple hundred yards up a hill which had once been an orchard during the days of Communism but was now overgrown with brush.  They never found the driver.  It was too dark and too large of an area to search with just the two of them.  They gave up and returned to the van to check its registration and any other papers that may have been left behind.  On the way down, they had the shock of their lives.

A dark figure over seven feet tall rose inexplicably from a tiny bush.  It stared at the two men, blankly.  It was extremely skinny with long arms and legs and four fingers on each hand.  Its head was large and its eyes were large and black.  In a panic, the men pulled out their guns and shouted, "Don't move!  Police!"  The figure was unfazed.  It continued staring at them.  Then it took a step about seven or eight feet to the side and collapsed into another tiny bush.  The men jumped into the brush but the figure was gone.  It had completely vanished.

I asked John a number of questions.  He elaborated freely.  This was not something he had to put much thought into, in the moment.  The responses came immediately despite any lag there may have been in sending messages to the other side of the world or the latency of five people simultaneously live-streaming school and work in my house.  It seemed to me like John was replaying the memories in his mind like a movie.

When I was little my dad took me pheasant hunting a few times.  I learned that when you walk through a field of tall grass and brush gamebirds will often not immediately fly away when they hear you.  They will wait until you pass and then fly away in the opposite direction, to your rear.  I asked John if it was possible that he and his partner missed this creature on the way up the hill and they inadvertently flushed it out of its hiding spot just before turning around.  He said if it had been hiding there on his way up the hill he would have stepped on it.  It had not been there.

Was John crazy?  If he had been alone that night he might have thought so, himself.  But he had a partner with him and they both saw the same thing and reacted the same way.  Still, this was crazy.  How could they return to the cop shop and report that they had pulled their guns on an alien?  They agreed to keep their mouths shut about it.  That was nine years ago.  John had kept this to himself until he told me last week.

Having determined that John was for real I wanted to know more.  How did this experience affect him?  Luis Elizondo asked me that same question when he interviewed me here at my house.  My response did not make it into my episode of Unidentified.  I told Lue that the fear I experienced was so great, beyond anything that I can describe with words (and I consider myself a wordsmith) that I am no longer capable of feeling great fear.  It is like the first time you ride a roller coaster or try a cigarette.  There is an intensity to the feeling.  Then you never feel that intensity again no matter how many times you try.

John described something similar.  He also no longer feels much fear.  He told me about an incident on duty when a passing "gypsy" tried to hit him in the head with an ax.  John disarmed the man without ever pulling out his gun.  I related a similar story to John about how one night two men walked into my house and I ran downstairs into the darkness without any weapons, ready to do whatever needed to be done - I never thought twice about it.

There were other similarities between John's experience and my own.  We both had a second witness but never filed an official report with our chains of command.  Neither of us kept in touch with that second witness.  We went about our lives as if nothing had happened.  We kept our stories to ourselves for many years before finally having the right opportunity to share it for the first time.  We were concerned about our reputations, our credibility.  We were both regular guys, not into the Paranormal or even UFOs prior to our respective experiences.  Neither of us wanted to be known as "that weird UFO Guy."

When I first started this blog it was not with the purpose of sharing my pontifications on aliens.  It was simply to document the steps I was taking in my descent "down the rabbit hole" of the UFO Community while I attempted to set up a podcast.  The purpose of that podcast would have been to allow other "experiencers" to share their stories, both to get the information out to the public as well as to provide some therapeutic release to people who have had to keep their mouths shut about what could be a traumatic event - by far, the scariest moment of anyone's life.

Later, I decided not to bother with the podcast and just to continue writing.  I found writing to be gratifying while audio or video production is a chore I do not enjoy.  That has been changing recently, following an offer by Lue Elizondo to do an interview with me for this blog.  I put the interview on my YouTube channel and it was a big success.  Then I did another interview with a veteran of the USS Nimitz.  That was well received.  People have told me, "Keep'm coming."  So I asked John if he would also like to do an interview with me for YouTube.  He agreed.

We had to take some precautions.  John is still concerned about losing his job if he becomes known as the cop who pulled his gun on an alien.  At the very least he would never be thought of the same way by his brothers on the police force if he is found out.  I get it, I saw one too.  We arranged to do the interview at night, his time, so John could shroud his image in darkness.  I told him I could run the audio track through a program to distort it.

The interview went well.  I feel like I really captured some powerful moments.  I do not know if the same feeling will come across to viewers given the distortion of John's voice.  But I was affected by hearing him tell his tale from his own mouth.  I hope this same effect is conveyed to viewers.

John liked the first take but thought his voice was too recognizable.  I added additional distortion.  He wanted to do a re-shoot but I pushed back.  There was so much authenticity in this first telling.  I thought that if John sounded too "scripted" it would be less believable.  After over a week of messaging back and forth and couple a two-day gaps of no contact, John finally agreed.

I wrote this blog article to explain what transpired behind the scenes.  This was both for transparency as well as to fill in some details, answer some questions viewers will have.  I told John I would take any additional questions on the David Marceau Twitter page and relay them to him.

Here is the video of that interview:

Video of "John" Eastern European Police Officer

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Monday, November 23, 2020

Where do Alien Abductees Go?

One day I got in an elevator and saw something that caught my eye and left a lasting impression on me.  This was in the fall of 2005.  At the time I was working for a staffing agency in Stamford, Connecticut.  My office was in a high-rise building downtown, not far from the train station.  

The elevators had little TV screens that would show the day's weather, a few news blurbs, maybe a human interest story, and some advertisements - lots of them.  Most of the ads never registered with me.  I would look away when they came on.  But one ad was preponderous.  It featured a garden gnome and made no mention of the company the ad was promoting.

Where do Alien Abductees Go?
Where do Alien Abductees Go?

I can still remember, two thoughts entered my mind.  One was how stupid it was, what a waste of money it was, to make no mention of the name of the company.  That kind of nonsense had contributed to the Dotcom Bust just a few years earlier.  Well-funded tech companies had blown millions of dollars on poorly executed advertising campaigns which yielded no results.

The other thought I had was, hey I know that gnome!  I had seen this gnome before, had I not?  I had never paid much attention to garden gnomes.  It seemed like a silly concept, something kitschy that people did to ornament their homes instead of investing in some landscaping.  I knew there were different types but really they all looked the same to me.  Yet, I had seen this guy before; this garden gnome in the ad on the elevator, I had seen him before.

After that I started seeing this gnome in other places.  It stuck with me.  It worked.  Fifteen years later, many readers can probably remember this was an ad for a travel website.  It was very successful and even won some awards.

The premise of these Where is my Gnome ads was based on a real life prank.  Someone stole a garden gnome out of someone else's front yard, took it on a trip, snapping pictures of it in famous places, and then returned the gnome with a photo album of his journey.

This got me thinking about aliens.  Also, eating snacks, watering my plants, and walking the dog make me think of aliens.  But back to gnomes, I thought about people like Travis Walton, one of the most famous alien abduction cases.  Travis was taken from a worksite, held for a few days, and then released at another location.  This is a common theme to other abduction cases.

I cannot say I am one hundred percent onboard with alien abduction stories.  Many are just too far out there to believe and some people who tell the stories can also be a little unusual - although perhaps that is just the folks who choose to tell their stories.  They have nothing to lose by speaking up.  The more successful and level-headed abductees keep their mouths shut for fear of destroying their credibility.  At least that is the pattern with UFO sightings.  Why would it be different with abduction cases?

At any rate, tin-foil hats notwithstanding, there are a few very credible and believable abduction stories, Walton's being one of them.  What do aliens do with the people they abduct, I have wondered.  Why take someone, hold them for a few days, and them return them?  I have pondered the question of Why do Aliens Abduct People before and come up with some possible answers but really, we in the general public have no way of knowing.  So until some aliens hire a PR firm and publish an official press release, I will go on speculating about it.

Where do Alien Abductees Go?

One thought I have had is maybe abductees are Traveling Garden Gnomes, of sorts.  Maybe the reason some people are abducted by aliens and then returned home (or close to home) is the aliens think it is cool or funny to take some pictures of the humans.  They may go to different places with the human, like people do with the garden gnomes, and then when they get back they cannot remember exactly where they found the guy so they put him back a mile away.  Distance may be relative (with a small R) for someone who traveled many lightyears to get here.

It could be that there is no real travel at all, just a park the ship behind a billboard, snap a few selfies with the human, post them to Spacebook, and then put the guy back in his yard.  Do aliens snap selfies?  Clearly I am personifying aliens to an extent which is unrealistic.  Most accounts portray aliens less like the people/creatures encountered on Star Trek and more like a silent boogeyman slipping in and out of the shadows.  Although there are probably many thousands of civilizations with the ability to get from there to here (wherever there is) and statistically there should be a bell-curve of how they act, meaning that many of them may be similar but there will be some that are far different from the others.

Whatever it is, I thought it was a cool concept to liken alien abductees to Traveling Gnomes.  I am not making light of the experiences these people go through.  I have heard it is extremely traumatic and as someone who experienced a 5-7 minute long close encounter I know what terrorizing fear is and the trauma that it leaves behind.  But at a conceptual level it was funny to think about people as some aliens' Traveling Garden Gnomes.

Hit me in the comments and let me know your thoughts.

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Friday, November 13, 2020

UFOs vs. Nukes

I would not say I have much free time but I do have some "down time" or some valleys between peaks of putting out fires.  When I have conducted all the business, volunteer work, and writing I can do for the day, the kids have their homework and chores done, and Mrs. M. is busy with her own work, sometimes I will play a video game.

I cannot get into the First-Person Shooters.  There is too much going on and the movement gives me vertigo.  When I sit down at the computer for non-work-related activities I want to relax.  I might pour a glass of peaty Scotch and open up a Realtime Strategy (RTS) game.  On Moderate settings I can play at my own pace and slowly build up resources, working towards the dramatic conclusion.

My Go-To for years was a game from the 1990's called Age of Empires II.  Mrs. M. asks me how I can keep playing the same game over and over.  I tell her it is like chess; it is a different game every time.  Also, like chess, the game may take hours to play but I can be done in one night.

Recently I have begun playing another RTS game, Sid Meier's Civilization VI.  It is a game of world domination.  I love this game, although it is a commitment.  I may start it on a Friday night and not finish until Sunday night.  Of course I will walk away and do things with the family or projects around the house during that time.

In Civilization, if you move several military units close to one of an AI player's cities the AI player will notify you that they are offended by your troop build-up on their border.  You then have the option of telling them you were just passing by or you can admit your aggression and declare war on them or you can simply ignore the message and go about your business without revealing your intentions.  This got me thinking about aliens and UFOs.  (What else is new?)

UFOs vs. Nukes

Much has been publicized recently about the connection between UFOs and nuclear weapons.  My appearance on Unidentified was lumped in with stories about UFO encounters at nuclear weapons facilities, titled, "UFOs vs. Nukes."  For the record, I was guarding conventional weapons the night of my UFO encounter and I know of no nuclear connection.  But maybe Lue and the guys at TTSA know something I do not - well, they probably know a lot of things I do not.  Anyway, some of the other stories in that episode clearly did have a connection to nukes.

UFOs vs. Nukes
Not me, but a darned good representation of
a young David Marceau

More than one story talks about a UFO taking over control of a nuclear-tipped intercontinental ballistic missile (ICBM) silo.  This is also discussed in the documentary The Phenomenon - it happened not only here in the US but also in Soviet Russia.  This begs the question of whether or not China has also experienced this, although I doubt they would ever admit it.  What about the other nuclear nations?

When I first saw one of these stories on my episode of Unidentified I got a chill.  I had heard this before.  My friend I will call "Falco" like the super cool German rock band from the 1980's, has an uncle who worked in a missile silo.  The uncle will not speak with Falco about what happened to him while on duty but it disturbed him so much he mentioned it to his wife.  Falco's aunt speaks freely about the time his uncle's missile silo was taken over by a UFO.  This really happens.

Falco first told me this story when I ran into him at the Ridgefield High School.  Our kids were practicing their sports in separate fields and we met in the middle.  We made plans to get together and talk more about this and about doing podcasts but the plans fell through.  I mentioned this shortly afterwards in my article Some UFO Psychology.  I am providing these details for transparency, so it is clear I am not creating a new narrative to fit the current topic.  Falco is a real person and he told me his uncle's story long before the similar stories appeared on Unidentified or in The Phenomenon.

Unfortunately, Falco's aunt and uncle do not want to talk to me about their experiences.  I will keep pestering Falco to the point of annoyance until he gets them to relent or he gets pissed off at me and tells me to drop it.  Then I will bring him a bottle of Scotch and either thank him or apologize for being a douche.  It's all good.

Alien Civilization

When I play the Civilization video game my goal is usually world domination.  In order to do that I need to build up a large arsenal of various types of military units.  Other AI players are keeping tabs on my progress and will notice my military strength relative to their own.  If I am weak they may attack me before I have a chance to get stronger.  If I am strong they will likely leave me alone.  Of course, I am doing the same with them.

When I am about ready to launch an attack I will begin moving my forces from their defensive positions towards the borders of the first foreign city I plan to take over.  I need to be careful to get everyone into place and move en masse because as soon as the first few units arrive at the neighbor's border they will ask me what is going on - why am I placing military units on their border?  If I am just passing by on my way to another civilization I will respond to let them know I mean no harm.  Otherwise, if I am ready I will acknowledge their suspicions and declare war.  If I am not ready I will ignore the question and continue amassing troops until the right moment.  This will often cause this AI player to "Denounce" me to the rest of the world which hurts my standing amongst the other players.

Alien Civilization
Sid Meier's Civilization VI

Drawing a parallel to real life, if the United States were to post 100,000 Army soldiers on the Mexican border and anchor a few dozen Navy ships off of both Mexican coasts President Obrador would likely have some questions for President Biden.  Prime Minister Trudeau would do the same if US forces approached the Canadian border.  They would react first with astonishment, "Really, America?  Is this necessary?  What are your plans for this troop build-up on our border?  Are you threatening us?"  Each of those leaders would then amass their own troops along their borders and assemble their Navies.  There would be a stand-off until one side attacked or the US stood down.  At some point, Mexico or Canada may even "lob a shot over the bow" of one of our ships - a warning shot to let us know they mean to defend themselves while also testing us to see if we actually intend to attack them.

This scenario has played out countless times around the world throughout history.  At one time it was a regular occurrence along the DMZ border between North and South Korea.  Leaders get edgy when when foreign powers threaten their sovereignty, as they should.  This is human nature.

Would aliens react the same way?  It is difficult to project "human" nature onto aliens.  We know very little about their habits, their ways of thinking, other than their general reticence.  But we do see the same behavior amongst virtually all animals on our planet.  A herd of zebras will react to the presence of a lion.  Likewise, lions fear humans.

I do a bit of hiking, sometimes deep in a wild forest.  There, I may come across coyotes and bobcats or even wolves, cougars, and bears.  Thankfully I have never seen one of these animals up close.  But I know what I would do if I did.  First, I would try not to threaten them.  If they feel threatened they may attack.  Instead, I would slowly and quietly back away until they were out of sight and then would quickly leave the area.  Hmm... this sounds exactly like what UFOs do...

If I were to inadvertently threaten a North American predator they would likely charge at me.  There is little chance I would outrun them.  Instead, depending on the size and nature of the predator, I would likely stand my ground and make myself look bigger.  I would raise my arms in the air.  I would make loud noises.  I would try to scare the animal away.  I would acknowledge their fear with a reason to be afraid.  I would not want to hurt the animal but if it comes down to him or me I would make every effort to get out of there unscathed.

This is not just human nature, it is interspecies nature.  Each species has learned over millions of years to fear other species and to react to each other in a way that will preserve their existence.  It is reasonable to assume that aliens play this same game with humans and with the inhabitants of all other primitive planets like ours.  They know it is dangerous to get out of their vehicles or even to touch down on the surface of our planet.  If we feel threatened we will defend ourselves.  We are like wild animals to them.

On a larger scale, if humans were to somehow amass troops in the orbit of an alien planet they would feel threatened.  They would ask us what our intentions are.  They would take a defensive position - perhaps they would even fire a shot over our bow.  We would react the same way to them. 

The moment the first Space Force ship arrived at "Planet X" the preceding series of events would begin.  Far prior to that, like in the game Civilization, aliens would know we were creating a space force.  They would be watching us to see what kinds of capabilities our Space Force ships had.  How do we maneuver?  What kinds of weapons can we deploy?

Anyone who can get from there to here (wherever that is) would have weapons capabilities we cannot even imagine.  There is little in Humanity's conventional arsenal that could stand up to an alien warship, just as I cannot outrun a bear in the woods.  But we do have one (not-so-secret) weapon which would create massive devastation on an alien planet.  That weapon sits at the tip of a rocket capable of leaving Earth's atmosphere - the ICBM nuke.

Interspecies Nature would tell any alien civilization that our nukes are a problem for them.  The bombing of Japan would have raised the first alien eyebrows.  (Do they have eyebrows?  They must wax because they are never depicted with any.  Maybe they do electrolysis.)  In 1945 humans did not have enough of these weapons to cause much damage to an alien planet and the payloads had to be dropped from airplanes which could not leave our atmosphere.  But soon afterwards the Cold War instigated incredible advancements in Humanity's ability to destroy ourselves (or was it the other way around?).  Aliens would likely have interpreted this as Humanity's ability to destroy them - that is just smart thinking, scanning the horizon, seeing around corners like a good business person does every day.

At one point in the mid-1980's there were over 70,000 active weapons of this type around the world.  This could have been viewed by alien civilizations as being akin to a troop build-up on their border.  We did not physically put these weapons along their borders but we equipped the warheads with the ability to travel outside our atmosphere.  We humans know that there was no intention to launch a strike against another planet; it was a stand-off between two human civilizations in a game of mutually assured destruction.  In a game of Civilization we would have told the aliens we are just passing by - no need to worry.  But still, they would want to come here and check us out.  They would want to know our intentions.

I believe this is the reason UFO sightings dramatically increased in the 1950's.  Soviet Russia kicked off the Space Race in 1957 with the successful launch of the first Intercontinental Ballistic Missile and subsequent launch of Earth's first satellite, Sputnik.  The US followed suit as fast as possible culminating with putting a man on the moon as well as the greatest arms build-up in history.  

Between 1947 and 1969 the Air Force's Project Blue Book investigated over 12,000 UFO sightings.  Prior to that, UFOs were practically unheard of.  The term UFO did not even exist until 1953.  It stands to reason that the dramatic increase in UFO reports following the first nuclear attack and enduring through the end of the Cold War is a result of alien concerns about Humanity's troop build-up along their borders vis-à-vis the nuclear arms race.

This is likely the reason there are multiple eye-witness accounts of nuclear missile silos being taken over by alien spaceships.  Accounts vary between completely disarming the missiles and initiating a launch sequence but the end results are all the same: aliens were able to take over the controls of our most dreaded weapon, the ICBM nuke.  They lobbed a shot over our bow to test us.  We did nothing in return - probably good that we did.

Why would aliens do this?  Clearly they were trying to send us a message.  That message is, "Don't even think of it."  They probably do not care about the real reason for the arms build-up, mutually assured destruction.  Their maps of Earth may not have national borders drawn on them.  They would just see one unified planet with 70,000 nukes.  

Witnessing this, aliens cared about their own security.  We were the bear in the woods.  Aliens wanted to make themselves appear bigger and scarier.  They wanted us to acknowledge that we were threatening them and that they were not afraid of meeting that threat.  They would meet our fear with a reason to be afraid.

Aliens can disarm our nukes or launch them if they want.  They do not want to harm us (because if they wanted to they could have by now) but they will if it comes down to us or them.  In the meantime they will continue to explore our wild planet, watching us from afar.  If they are spotted they will cautiously back away and then zip out of sight.  If they are confronted they will display a show of force to get us to back down.  If we amass "troops" on their borders they will increase their observations, investigate, and then demonstrate why we should not attempt anything stupid.

Falco's Rock Me Amadeus

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Tuesday, October 27, 2020

The Marceau Contest

It has been two years not since I first issued a challenge to Science, whoever she is.  There are thousands and thousands of eye-witness accounts of UFOs.  The US Navy has even released some UFO videos.  In many of these stories the aircraft involved is able to float effortlessly without any visible means of propulsion.  They are somehow able to repel gravity.  How do they do that?  

I have some ideas.  Bear in mind I am not a scientist and I do not suppose that my ideas have any basis in science.  They are merely ideas, hypotheses, and I would be just as happy if someone disproved them as if someone actually proved them - at least then we are narrowing down the options.

Attract Gravity,
Attract Gravity
Source: Khan Academy

I have proposed that perhaps when we are visited by aircraft from other planets their means of floating is not actually repelling Earth's gravity but rather locking on to some other, stronger gravitational pull.  Perhaps it is our sun or the sun in the solar system the aircraft comes from.  Maybe it is our moon.  Since that other source of gravity is far away, it is relatively weaker than Earth's gravity so we are not affected by it.  But a star's gravity is still absolutely stronger than Earth's.

With humanity's understanding of physics it is science fiction to suggest we can lock onto a distant star's gravitational pull and allow ourselves to get sucked into it.  But then, hand-held communicators/computers were science fiction in the 1960's and fifty years later everyone carries one around in their pocket.

Hand-held Communicator

The challenge I issued to Ms. Science was for someone, some brilliant physicist, to prove my hypothesis.  I would like someone to take up the cause and prove it is possible to lock on to a source of gravity that is absolutely stronger than Earth's gravity but which is so far away that is is relatively weaker and then to use that gravity to attract an object.  This is what I call The Marceau Contest.

When I first issued this challenge I offered the winner a grand prize of one dollar.  You could say it was a gentleman's bet, of sorts.  Second prize was an Archway Molasses Cookie.  A year later no one had won.  I cannot imagine why.  This should be an easy academic exercise and there is a whole dollar in it for the winner, or maybe even a cookie.  I upped the ante in Year 2 with a whole box of Ring Dings.  I concede that not everyone likes molasses cookies but who does not like Ring Dings?  They are fully of saturated fat and high-fructose corn syrup, also known as "flavor."  Plus, in these days of COVID, a box of individually wrapped Ring Dings is probably more attractive than one cookie from an open package.  I get it.

Still, two years after issuing this challenge no one has made a bit of headway on proving this concept.  Neither has anyone attempted to disprove it.  So once again, I will up the ante.  If a dollar or a box of treats is not enough, perhaps this time I need to think bigger.  If someone can prove my concept I will get The Beatles to reunite for a live concert.  This would be an incredible feat since I do not know any of the Beatles and I am pretty sure Ringo hates everyone.  I am joking of course.  Paul and Ringo are good friends.  Getting John and George to join will be a greater challenge, though, for obvious reasons.

As a sort of side bet in The Marceau Contest I have also proposed that light may have components similar to DNA.  I came to this realization when I thought about the light that was emitted from the spaceship I saw.  The three horizontal lights that wrapped around the front of the aircraft were intensely bright but they did not shine.  They were so bright that Mike, the other witness, thought he was looking at a flare from his vantage point.  Yet, they did not seem to illuminate anything in front of them.  (The artist's rendition below shows them shining like headlights but they actually did not.)  It was as if they were five-sided cubes of light.  I know that sounds illogical but it is what I saw with my own eyes.

DNA of Light

Somehow, whoever built that aircraft was able to manipulate light in a way we humans do not understand.  Perhaps the basis of this ability is the same foundation which allows them to get from there to here (wherever there is) in a reasonable amount of time.

If someone can identify the "DNA of Light" and map it there is a whole package of molasses cookies in it for you.  In addition, I will now sweeten the pot by getting Nirvana to reunite for a live show.

Better yet, what if Nirvana and The Beatles joined up and jammed together?  Here you go:

Video - Sir Paul Jams with Grohl & Novoselic

Back to reality, obviously I will never get The Beatles or Nirvana to reunite due to the permanent absence of some key members of each band.  But despite the light-hearted nature of this article I am serious about these Gravity Attraction and DNA of Light concepts.  I do not have much to offer.  I can make you a pizza from scratch, maybe.   You can choose the toppings.  Lue Elizondo likes to make pizza.  Maybe I can talk him into joining if it is an accomplishment this monumental.  I might have to sell him my motorcycle to get that to happen, though.  He really likes that bike.

So there are two ways to win The Marceau Contest.  Prove (or disprove) one of these two hypotheses.  Aliens can get to Earth in a reasonable amount of time because: 

  1. They lock-on to and attract far-away sources of gravity
  2. They have discovered a "DNA" of light, decoded it and mapped it

The winner gets a dollar, a box of Ring Dings, and a homemade pizza.  Also, you would probably win the Nobel Prize for Science but I have no control over that.

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