{"id":509,"date":"2011-07-21T14:15:25","date_gmt":"2011-07-21T21:15:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/?p=509"},"modified":"2011-07-21T14:15:25","modified_gmt":"2011-07-21T21:15:25","slug":"aliens-from-outer-space","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/archives\/509","title":{"rendered":"Aliens From Outer Space"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/Alien.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-510\" title=\"Alien\" src=\"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/Alien-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Photo by Marcia Sloane<\/p>\n<p>(This article appeared in the <em>Anderson Valley Advertiser<\/em> July 2011)<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cChances are, when we meet intelligent life forms in outer space, they&#8217;re going to be descended from predators.\u201d Michio Kaku, famous theoretical physicist<\/em><\/p>\n<p>So this morning I was listening to a radio interview of a reporter for the <em>New York Times<\/em>, and she laid out clear and irrefutable evidence of how the crooks took over our government and the banking system and didn\u2019t even try to hide what they were doing\u2014massive theft in broad daylight, so to speak. This radio interview was not on some lunatic fringe radio show hosted by a conspiracy theory fruit bat. No, this interview was on National Pentagon Radio and was listened to by millions of Americans; and the conclusion of the <em>New York Times<\/em> reporter and of the mainstream radio guy interviewing her was that, yes, the bad guys stole trillions from us and continue to steal trillions from us, but, well, so, let\u2019s just hope and pray that the amoral scumbags will have a change of heart and give back a little of what they stole from the hundreds of millions of people whose lives they\u2019ve destroyed.<\/p>\n<p>That\u2019s when I heard someone say, \u201cAliens from outer space,\u201d and that someone was yours truly. Seriously folks, how else can we explain this? This being the takeover of our government and the takeover of several European governments by a bunch of amoral scumbags, and the acquiescence of hundreds of millions of people who are apparently more upset about Netflix raising their DVD rental rates than they are about having Social Security looted by these same amoral scumbags? Outer space aliens. That\u2019s gotta be the explanation. Don\u2019t you think?<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cExtraterrestrial contact is a real phenomenon. The Vatican is receiving much information about extraterrestrials and their contacts with humans from its Nuncios (embassies) in various countries, such as Mexico, Chile and Venezuela.\u201d Monsignor Corrado Balducci<\/em><\/p>\n<p>See what I mean? Balducci is way up in the Vatican infrastructure. He\u2019s no wannabe Catholic big shot. He <em>is<\/em> a Catholic big shot, and he says outer space aliens are real and making their presence known in Mexico, Chile, and Venezuela\u2014two big oil producing countries and one major player in copper futures. Balducci stops short of saying the space aliens have taken over the American and British and French governments, but we can connect the dots, thank you very much.<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cI looked out the window and saw this white light. It was zigzagging around. I went up to the pilot and said, \u2018Have you ever seen anything like that?\u2019 He was shocked and he said, \u2018Nope.\u2019 And I said to him: \u2018Let&#8217;s follow it!\u2019 We followed it for several minutes. It was a bright white light. We followed it to Bakersfield, and all of a sudden to our utter amazement it went straight up into the heavens. When I got off the plane I told Nancy all about it.&#8221;\u2028 President Ronald Reagan describing his 1974 UFO encounter to Norman C. Miller, Washington bureau chief for the Wall Street Journal. <\/em><\/p>\n<p>Wow. What a guy, Ronald Reagan. \u201cLet\u2019s follow it.\u201d That\u2019s so John Wayne. That\u2019s so\u2026reflexively heroic. Can you imagine Bill Clinton or Barry Obama or anybody short of Abraham Lincoln saying, \u201cLet\u2019s follow it.\u201d? No way. I mean, what if the white light turned out to be some sort of voracious predator alien? Believe me, that\u2019s the first thing Barry or Bill or either of the Georges would think if they saw an alien from outer space over Bakersfield; but not Ronald \u201cLet\u2019s follow it\u201d Reagan.<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cI am but mad north-north-west:\u00a0when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.\u201d William Shakespeare<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I have possibly had contact with aliens from outer space on two occasions. I say \u201cpossibly\u201d because I don\u2019t know for an absolute fact that these beings I met were aliens from outer space, but they very well might have been.<\/p>\n<p>The first encounter took place on a winter evening in 1981 at Sacramento City College. I had just given a talk peppered with readings of my short stories to a goodly gathering and was about to exit the auditorium when a female (I am reluctant to say she was a woman because I think she may have been an alien from outer space) approached me and asked if she could speak to me. She was the most unusual person (if she was a person) I have ever seen, and I have seen some totally weird-looking people, as I\u2019m sure you have, too.<\/p>\n<p>She was approximately six-feet-tall, slightly taller than I, broad-shouldered yet slender, and she was wearing a sleeveless scoop-necked dress that at first glance seemed to be white, but at second glance seemed to be vaguely silver. At that same first glance she seemed to be exquisitely beautiful, but at that same second glance her face resembled nothing so much as the face of a praying mantis. And most striking were her eyes\u2014huge multi-faceted white diamonds suspended in large transparent globes.<\/p>\n<p>She was also radiant, and by that I mean she seemed to be alight, glowing from within\u2014definitely a white light. When she shook my hand, I felt a jolt of electricity run through me that might have been sexually thrilling, except she was so far beyond any concept I\u2019d ever had of a possible bedmate, I was not so much turned on as transfixed. Then she spoke and she had this terrific Serbian or Latvian or Russian accent, and she mangled English grammar and English words so beautifully I would have fallen in love with her for that alone if she hadn\u2019t been completely off the charts in terms of how exotic and strange and alien she seemed.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI em Yanina,\u201d she said, her diamond eyes turning subtly turquoise before growing clear again. \u201cI hev mosst unusual life to tell. But I em not writer. Hearing you, I em thinking, \u2018Yes, he is what I em needing for to tell my story.\u201d She took my hand again. \u201cI pay you very well, and my book go all over world. Say you meet me tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I was about to say Yes, her honeyed voice and terrific accent and marvelous language mangling tipping the scales in her favor, when I came out of my trance just long enough to discern she was not alone. Standing some ten feet behind her was a huge man wearing a black suit and a red bowtie, his handsome jowly face dominated by a stupendous handlebar mustache. Yanina noticed me noticing her gigantic companion and said, \u201cThis is Raul. He is, as you say, bodyguard.\u201d Then she smiled (and her smile might have been an ice pick thrust deftly between my ribs into my heart). \u201cWhen you hear my story you will understand why I need such protection.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Which prompted me to blurt, \u201cYou know, I\u2019m really just focusing on my own stuff these days. I appreciate your thinking of me in this regard, but\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou are afraid,\u201d she said, nodding sagely. \u201cDon\u2019t be. There has never been story like mine. It is worth big risk.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>And if not for Raul\u2026<\/p>\n<p>My second possible meeting with an alien from outer space also took place in Sacramento, seven years after I never heard from Yanina the probable alien again. The summer day was hot and humid, my garden a riot of basil and flowers and corn and tomatoes and myriad tasty comestibles. I was sitting on the bottom step of the stairs leading from the garden up to the deck adjoining my house and thinking about where in my garden to stand while I held the hose over my head to cool down, when I heard a whirring sound and espied something the size of a hummingbird zooming toward me at an altitude of about two feet. In fact, I thought the thing <em>was<\/em> a hummingbird because hummingbirds do make a kind of whirring sound when they fly fast (though this was a different sort of whirring than hummingbird whirring) and my garden was a popular hummingbird hangout.<\/p>\n<p>A split second later the thing was hovering in the air about a foot from my face, and it was definitely <em>not<\/em> a hummingbird. I should note I was not under the influence of any drug or alcohol at the time, though I was excessively warm and more than mildly depressed. The thing was definitely a machine. I could hear other sounds accompanying the whirring, notably clanking and squeaking. I felt certain, and feel certain to this day, that the thing was looking at me. Either something inside the flying machine was observing me, or the thing itself, perhaps with a tiny camera, was checking me out.<\/p>\n<p>Then the thing flew away, up and over my fence, and I never saw the like of it again. Until that moment, it had not occurred to me that aliens from outer space might be little. Some years after my encounter with the alien flying machine in my garden, I saw a documentary entitled <em>Fast,<\/em> <em>Cheap &amp; Out of Control<\/em> by Errol Morris, the title referring to the work of Rodney Brooks, an M.I.T. scientist who designed tiny robots and wrote a famous paper suggesting we send one hundred one-kilogram robots to Mars or wherever, instead of a single hundred-kilogram robot. That way, if some of the robots broke down or didn\u2019t work properly, there would still be many more robots to carry out the exploring. The paper was entitled \u201cFast, Cheap and Out of Control: A Robot Invasion of the Solar System\u201d published in 1989 in the <em>Journal of the British Interplanetary Society<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>After seeing this documentary, I was convinced that the flying thing I had encountered in my garden was one of thousands of exploratory robots sent from some distant solar system to check out life in ours. So now the question is: are the aliens from outer space who sent the hummingbird robots the same aliens behind the crooks who have ripped off trillions of dollars and brought humanity to the brink of extinction? I don\u2019t know. But I wouldn\u2019t be surprised.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Photo by Marcia Sloane (This article appeared in the Anderson Valley Advertiser July 2011) \u201cChances are, when we meet intelligent life forms in outer space, they&#8217;re going to be descended from predators.\u201d Michio Kaku, famous theoretical physicist So this morning I was listening to a radio interview of a reporter for the New York Times, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[820,268,1106,16,1107,1110,1105,1103,1108,1012,1102,853,1112,1109,166,374,33,1111,1104],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/509"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=509"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/509\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":514,"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/509\/revisions\/514"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=509"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=509"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=509"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}