The Disillusioned Earthbound Human: A Tragedy  (Part VII: Bang bang, you’re dead!)

EBH has abandoned reality.

For how else can one describe the incomprehensible, the unfathomable, the inconceivable folly this miniscule speck of microbial matter undertakes?

How else can one explain his self-centered, self-focused, self-gratifying decision that will in fact negatively affect millions upon millions of EBHs, generations over centuries?

Blinded by self-adoration, this stumbling knuckle dragging, ugh mumbling buffoon, this inconsequent ant scurrying about the surface of an obscure space rock, itself a purposeless speck of space dust, floating, spinning, locked in a monotonous orbit around one of millions of yellow stars, literally signs away, forever, any semblance of peace and prosperity for every EBH, for all time.

Arrogance. Narcissism. But more damning, disillusionment now condemns, not the rock, but those creatures, every one of them, to a virtual hell.

For now we find, not one, but a slew of these specks of walking, talking space dust, in their tiny, squeaky little voices, boldly proclaiming themselves kings, tsars, emperors, presidents, rulers of every conceivable title, for life.

As explained previously, that impressive sounding “for life” clause, in the case of most of these masters of an existence they still could not explain, much less dominate, did not actually translate into many rotations and/or orbits. This primarily due to the fact that the list of perspective kings, tsars, emperors, presidents, all masters of the rock in waiting, was long and distinguished.

But let’s consider also the streets, for we, of course, cannot exclude those poor, dumb, ignorant masses, those hordes of lovable gullible, (also) tiny specks of walking, talking space dust, most readily bowing and kneeling, most curtsying obediently, most readily accepting every fabricated word of declared entitlement and privileges by whomever stood before them, without question.

Yes, it’s true; the political apathy of the EBH on the street has not changed much through the eons.

Those EBHs that displayed a functioning conscious? Those that expressed reservations (at any level) regarding the ascending ruler for life? Those that, truly grounded in reality and sensibility, gave a damn about humanity? The rights of the citizen? A level of equality and fairness?

These EBHs, of course, were quickly identified, charged with treason and/or sedition and thrown into the deepest, darkest dungeon of the castle; many others were not that lucky, or maybe I should say, not that unfortunate. For they were simply beheaded in the public square.

Execution of one’s opponent in the public square was just another aspect of archaic political theater, another ploy that has not changed in many “civilized” countries.

This crude, but highly efficient method of eliminating a seditious foe served/serves well on two counts for those in power. First, it did/does in fact rid the kingdom of a treasonous, bastard, but it was/is also a highly effective way of quieting other upstarts contemplating a move against the new tyrant, dictator, or fuhrer.

Before moving on allow me to clarify something. Before the kingdoms evolved, before nations and even provinces became the thing, there existed only the formative, basic, no frills tribes.

And it would be foolish for anyone (even me) to assume that, even back then, tribal members did not squabble amongst each other, with members of neighboring tribes, say, at the well, on the grazing grounds, at the monthly panchanga, over a curvaceous Lilith. And it would be even sillier to assume these confrontations did not, on occasion, escalate to fist to cuffs altercations, and certainly an unfortunate death or two.

I believe I’ve made it clear, EBHs could and would fall over dead, at any time for a myriad of reasons ranging from a case of congenital heart disease to being stabbed in that heart by a jealous boyfriend; but, with the establishment of massive kingdoms and nations, EBH was about to cease to exist in impressive numbers.

For each of the mighty bite size rulers scuttled about marking off, claiming, declaring sectors of the rock as their exclusive real estate until there was no more land to claim; those with kingdoms along shorelines extended their dominance far beyond their beachfront, claiming rights to huge portions of oceans and seas.

But, that was just the beginning of EBH’s adopted, confusing philosophy of isolationism based on ignorance and fear.

After the establishment of this border, the rulers next commissioned massive, formidable, indestructible, metal encased armies to not only defend said border, but also breech the borders of other kingdoms.

Because, if there was one trait all kings, tsars, emperors, presidents, rulers of every conceivable title shared in common, it was the desire to gain more property for their kingdom, more slaves for their nobleman landowners, and more gold and silver for himself; of course, acquiring a new queen, or at least a fresh concubine was always a plus.

Needless to say, it was on across the rock.

Incredibly, each of the narrow minded rulers actually believed then (as they all still believe now), that theirs was a duly recognized and respected sovereign kingdom, and that they and their citizens were safe behind their well defined borders and gates.

They naively believed this because remember, EBH has abandoned reality, and now soundly resides in La La Land. But, you and I, being firmly set in reality, knowledgeable of multiple, irrefutable historical events, know well that simply was not the case.

We know boundaries and borders are abstract. We know in the real world, in the rational world, that scratch in the sand, made with a twig, did not a border make. (Go up a couple of miles and see how many fences and declared borders you can count.)

 We know no matter how many packs are forged, how many treaties are signed, how many truths are agreed to, the time gained only allowed for, provided for more planning for a greater offensive. 

We know this only because we have witnessed it happen continuously through the ages. No matter how EBH fortifies that scratch, defends it, verbally forbids, defies all other EBHs from crossing it, invariably, some arrogant, greedy, war mongering ass will not only walk up to his scratch, not only cross over it, but cross over and proceed to rape, pillage, and plunder at will.

It is a well documented, historical EBH fact, no matter the efforts taken to maintain control over kingdoms nations, territories, all will soon enough fall in ashes. (Need a current visual? Google the modern cities of Aleppo and Mosul.)

And so it was, EBH’s landscape had changed once again as marauding bands of warriors and bandits, most dispatched by greedy, powerful kings, roamed the rock, ravaging everything and anything in their path, spilling the blood of millions upon millions of innocent EBHs.

The names of the kings toppled? To many to name here. The names of their kingdoms? Inconsequential, at least for this work.

What one needs to take away from this is, global cooperation, collaboration, mutual agreements (fledgling that they may have been) were out the proverbial window. Life on the rock had evolved to he who builds the greater army rules, and he who rules~well, gets to rule until someone bigger and stronger comes along; and, someone always eventually comes along.

While some alliances were formed, these were no guarantee to a successful campaign to the whole divide and conquer mentality.

Before I offer some examples, legitimizing my statement, a few words about the life and death of an EBH.

As stated earlier, on conception, or soon their after, it is highly probable that an EBH, while yet in the developmental stage, becomes consciously aware of their state of being; their existence. Researchers continue to document children recalling events and memories from the womb.  This learning, listening, and absorbing is existentialism at it’s purist form; in fact, the ultimate baseline of human existence.

At this point, it falls to the parents as to whether the developing EBH will benefit from a fact based education, built on unadulterated truths, the good and the absolutely despicable, an education on which the child can build a strong, meaningful, purposeful, reality based life, or simply adhere to the status quo practice of bombarding the child with the fabricated, fictionalized, embellished, fairytale bullshit version of life, suitable only for having ones child falling in line with the rest of the zombotic (yeah, that’s my word) morons. For those who believe the true education of babies falls to state educational systems, uh, no. For those who believe the government mandated educational curricula is for the benefit of the individual, welcome to Utopia; and, please do not remove your blinders.

But something else begins for the EBH at conception, at the commencement of living, and that, of course, is the process of dying; the termination of the life just begun.

For as also stated earlier, everything, absolutely every creature that consciously awakens to an existence on the rock (any creature that enjoys sight, hearing, and voice are considered to possess consciousness), every species, great and small, predator or prey, walking, crawling, flying or swimming, will, at some point, fall dormant once again, will cease to be.

Now, here is where the influence of misguided Aristotle wannabe philosophers and conniving, false hearted religious extremists fundamentalists shaman corrupt the life process.

School boy philosophers only regurgitate what they were assigned to read in classrooms; for there is no knowledge, only archaic published creative writing.

As for shaman, virtually all of them, declare the act of conception as a immaculate miracle by the hand of their almighty mythological god, for this defines their trade; they contend death, the act of ceasing to exist, is some kind of judgment day of sorts, the day the EBH will face his maker and account for how, and why, he lived the way he did on the rock.

This in and of itself is why most (certainly not all) EBHs actually fear ceasing to exist, this is why they dread exhaling that final breath; judgment day is touted, instilled by the shaman, very effectively, as we’ll soon enough learn, into the minds of gullible EBHs, as some kind of mumbo jumbo spiritual event finding the soul (the conscious) floating  (I presume), to the infamous Pearly Gates.

It is here, at the gates, where each and every EBH will one day stand, before the keeper of The Book, the log, the record into which every Earthbound act, good and evil, just and unjust, chaste and downright gravity defying animalistic, has been duly documented. 

It is here that the EBH’s life will be biblically scrutinized, in it’s absolute entirety.

Getting a little nervous? There’s more.

For depending on the outcome of said review (it’s unknown if one can employ legal representation or not), the EBH soul will either be granted passage through the gates to Heaven, the ultimate paradise, or rejected and referred instead to the darker gates of Hell.

Please note, while Heaven is a blissful paradise, the proverbial land of milk and honey, Hell is a grossly, despicable place where the disobedient, sinful EBH’s soul will be tortured for all eternity by the hideous, evil of the most evil, the dreaded “I’ll be here all week,” former Archangel Lucifer (a.k.a., Satan, a.k.a a lot of other names, depending on the organized religion).

Sad sack Lucifer (a character of unprecedented Hollywood fame, actually created by Italian Franciscan Priest, and early creative writer of horror stories, Ludovico Maria Sinistrari), is scripted as having been expelled from Heaven for raising an army and trying to topple the king, a.k.a., God (scenario sound familiar?).

Whilst all that makes for great reading, and even better Hollywood action packed movies, we are going to stick with simple irrefutable facts. Facts that explain clearly and concisely that EBH existence is, in reality, but a mundane, simplistic biochemical, physiological process. (Sorry, no car chases involved, no exploding buildings, or crashing airliners.)

Let me begin with a snippet of cardiac embryology; because you see, before the expectant female EBH even knows she is pregnant, within her womb a tiny semblance of a human heart has taken it’s first beat. This tiny, tiny heart begins its rhythmic delivery of oxygen and nutrients to, not only to itself, but to other developing organs and systems.

Construction of the EBH fetus is in progress.

Now consider this, before an EBH exhales his last breath, at whatever point in his life that occurs, that same heart has ceased to beat.

The exhalation of the last breath, what is generally accepted by most as the point of death, is actually nothing more than the lifeless lungs collapsing within the chest cavity, forcing any remaining air out by way of the trachea.

This is the next point of EBH existence where shaman corrupt the life process.

EBHs are told the corpse of their dearly departed must be handled in a sanctimonious way, prayed over, mourned over, dressed up, made up, encased in a ornamented casket, and buried in a proper, consecrated plot: a cemetery, conveniently provided by the shaman’s religious order (for a nominal fee, of course). And, while none of this is necessarily bad, that is if you don’t consider the financial burden placed on the grieving family, as the average cost of burying a loved one is roughly eight thousand dollars (and rising), and that is for the basic package, not including entertainment, food and whatnot for mourners, it is simply unnecessary, and in reality, counterproductive, for the departed EBH that is.

Allow me to throw a curious point in before moving on. Curious because self-absorbed, egotistical, arrogant, ignorant EBH habitually stands staring up at a bunch of rocks, floating aimlessly through a space, a void of nothingness and seriously, honestly, sincerely asks, “Am I alone?” As he does this for the umpteenth time, there is a resounding chorus of laughter (inaudible to his inferior hearing), as every other life form surrounding him cracks up. Some of those life forms actually waiting patiently just for him. Read on.

Because in truth is, the process of EBH existence does not end with the ceasing of the heart, with the exhalation of breath. Actually, in reality, the exhalation of trapped air from lifeless lungs only signals the commencement of the next phase of EBH existence.

For an important transformation has begun.

On the ceasing of the beating of the heart, on the ceasing of the circulation of oxygen enriched blood, on the ceasing of the nourishment of cells, the tissue, the matter that, up to this point, has comprised the EBH’s physical body, begins a biochemical-physiological change; a simple process commonly referred to as decomposition.

You see, every EBH, every kings, tsar, emperor, president, all masters of the rock, past, present, and yet to rise, every nobleman and every slave, every woman, every child, of every color, religion, and tongue is nothing more than a collection of the very same minerals, carbohydrates, proteins, and fats (typically amounting to about four grams in total weight); oh yes, and lots of water. The EBH body is roughly 65% water.

An important and almost always overlooked fact: All EBHs are biologically identical. 

So, considering this, on ceasing to exist as a walking talking EBH (stick with me here), with the physical body no longer required, all those elements that composed the EBH frame simply return to their true astrological, pure state of existence, whence they came.

This constitutes the second occurrence of absolute existentialism.

Essentially, other lifeforms existing on the rock, move to act biologically on behalf of EBH, assisting in his transformation. The water within him simply evaporates back into the atmosphere, while a literal army of creatures, some in the form of bacteria, aerobic and anaerobic, either already existing within the EBH, or existing in the soil, nematode worms and plenty of blowflies, some helpful fungi, all these Earthbound creatures work meticulously, in unison, on EBH’s corpse, effectively reducing the now useless mass of tissue back to his natural individual properties; many EBHs simply, but affectionately, refer to this as returning to dust or ash.

What has actually happened is, the physical aspect of EBH has transitioned into the next phase of existence, and, in doing so, now truly becomes one with his floating space rock, now truly becoming one with the universe.

Ironically, what EBH spends his whole life, his whole Earthbound existence searching for, is in reality his final destination. He is home, no starship, no intergalactic travel required. And perhaps the true message here is, EBH should stop staring up and out, caring about what’s out there, and focus more on, not only what’s within himself, on the state of his own existence,  but on the state of his rock.

But there is one more transition which has taken place, the transition of the conscious. The very essence of life, that magical mystical presence within each and every EBH, that baffling conglomeration of all those twenty something senses, sight and sound, hearing and taste, pain and suffering, love. Every emotion every EBH experiences in his oh so brief walk on the rock: life. The conscious, the one aspect of that life no one, not one physician, not one scientist, not one shaman can explain, will never be able to explain.

Simply stated, the transition of the EBH conscious is of no concern to the living. But if in fact the measure of an EBH life is based on the wear and tear evidenced on the conscious (yes, I’m being facetious), I’m absolutely certain many will be classified as “good as new,” or “rarely used.”

I explained that nothing leaves the rock, ever. All those millions upon millions upon millions of not only EBHs, but all creatures that have ceased to exist, are still upon the rock, just in their new state of existence.

And this is where I will divert from facts and interject an opinion, for having personally lost so many precious loved ones, some to mere aging, others to diseases, and one to senseless violence, I can certainly understand an EBH’s family wishing to preserve the physical body of a loved one; wishing to preserve tissue through embalming and encasement in a beautiful (expensive) casket. But, in reality, while all helps the family and friends deal with the loss, this only hinders and delays the transition process of the dearly departed to that next, important phase of existence.

The remains of all EBHs should be allowed to transition as quickly as possible into their new state. On average, a cadaver  (body) can take up to 12 years just to transition to the skeleton stage; and that’s being buried in a simple wood (not hard wood) casket, and that’s also without embalming (embalming preserves tissue). Of course, anything above and beyond this only extends the transition process, and depending on the level of intervention, could prevent the EBH body from completely transitioning at all. 

Again, I can totally understand the whole grief thing, but I also know, and believe me when I say this, shaman know nothing of what follows life; they only know how to spew, like the great philosophers, what some nut job before them has scribbled in a psychotic and/or drunken stupor. Of course there are those who make a damn good living at it. (Check the checking account balance of your favorite organized religion  and/or televangelist personality.)

Their fabricated stories of the alleged afterlife are but embellished recantations of fairytales concocted by the likes of Tertullian and Sinistrari, creative writers both. Their false mythological rants, warning, and threats bear no truth, and blatantly counter reality; for if there were truly a judgment day coming, they themselves would be high tailing it through the woods in hiding.

Okay, back to verifiable facts and reality.

EBH has effectively shifted into not only to a self-destructive phase, but a phase that will find him committing the most outrageous atrocities imaginable. He will not only kill for land, and gold, and power, he will kill for fun.

EBH will begin to kill, and never stop; the sword will be in his hand, the blood will stain his clothing, but as he carries out his dastardly deeds, he will boldly bellow, “for the glory of God,” “in God’s name,” and “may God give us strength.” Of course, for men clad in armor, from head to toe, bearing shields and armed with swords, mounted on hearty steeds, also armored, they really didn’t need God’s help in slaughtering defenseless villagers and tribesmen, especially the women and children.

The next part of this series, the final part, will focus exclusively on what historians call the Inquisitions and Crusades; I feel the need to separate these from the acts of war. I believe you will understand why after reading. 

My point at this juncture is simply, EBH has descended to a monstrous stage, in fact, his present phase of existence, or more aptly stated, non-existence.

And now some examples of EBH at war.

I will begin with what can only be a classic example of irony, sad that it may be. For the first recorded war was The Battle of Kadesh. This battle (territorial) took place in 1273 B.C.E., in a sector of the rock known as Syria.

The irony? In 2017 C.E., a war is raging in a sector of the rock known as Syria.

Well, needless to say war has raged ever since (and, as stated earlier, I’m pretty sure even before 1273 B.C.E.), over every conceivable reason. And let it suffice it to said the loss of EBH lives as a result of all the fighting is not only incalculable, but incomprehensible.

I specify due to the fighting only because the collateral loss of life was/is always equally staggering.

This count includes deaths of civilians, women and children, elderly, non-combatants in whatever form they happened to present.

I use the term collateral loss of life, but other writers have used other terms to describe the perpetrators of these often not so accidental massive events, terms like murder, genocide, slaughter, extermination, butchery, massacre, and holocaust.

Some quick examples.

First,  the most infamous, most recognizable personality associated with mass  murder, peace time or war, the notorious Adolf Hitler and his Nazi forces. This wannabe king of the rock is credited with over six million non-combatant deaths, mostly Jewish citizens, as it was his goal to eradicate the Jews off the face of the rock. His methods for accomplishing his kills are the stuff of nightmares. Keep in mind the Jewish kills are only Jewish kills, for there were certainly an undetermined number of other kills.

Next, Pol Pot, the madman Cambodian dictator who led his Khmer Rouge forces against his own people; he reportedly killed some one point five (plus) million, farmers, women and children, burying them in mass graves in the infamous Killing Fields. A quick side note to Pol Pot’s murderous rage, because often it’s asked, “How do these crazies come into power?” Well, here’s a great example, and no, this will not be in your American or World History textbooks.

In 1969, as the Vietnam War raged in Southeast Asia, then President Richard Nixon, and his National Security Advisor Henry Kissinger, conducted a top secret (rogue) military campaign against the then neutral Cambodian government. Nixon ordered what is commonly referred to as carpet bombing of the Cambodian jungles. Carpet bombing because it is reputed that American B-52 bombers dropped over 100 thousand tons of bombs on the country’s villages, and people. When the bombings stopped in 1970, a ground invasion ensued. The results were (estimated), over seven million Cambodians dead, with an estimated two million more missing. Thanks to Mr. Nixon and Mr. Kissinger, the Cambodian landscape was devastated, the government was in shambles, the President ousted; the country was in absolute turmoil. That is until out of the jungle, in a disciplined military formation, soldiers marched onto the streets of Phnom Penh, led by a young, calm and collected Pol Pot. The people, seeing these Cambodian defenders rise from the aftermath of hell, initially rejoiced; but the revelry did not last even a day, as this Khmer Rouge immediately set to it’s own butchery and torture.

Third case, Chairman Mao Tse Sung, China’s savior and master mind of the infamous, “Great Leap Forward.” Chairman Mao did not march out of a jungle, he assumed the leadership of China, under the Communist Movement, after a bitter (and bloody) post World War II rebellion fought against the powerful, but declining Nationalist Party. Mao was attempting to model his New China after Stalin’s Soviet Union, but things did not work out that way. Instead of becoming a leader for the people, Mao’s doctrines and policies and politics resulted in the deaths of over 45 million Chinese citizens in some four years.

Okay, one more and, while the foregoing has offered data covering years, months, wars, this case begins with hours and minutes, and extends through decades. I speak of course of the bombings of the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Then President Harry S. Truman, is the culprit in this case, as he is the EBH who ordered the bombings, on advisement from staff. On August 6, 1945, the first ever atomic bomb was delivered via the now infamous Enola Gay, a state of the art Boeing B-29 Superfortress, to the city of Hiroshima. It is estimated that some 80 thousand Japanese citizens died instantly. Three days later, a second B-29, the Boxcar, delivered a second atomic bomb to the city of Nagasaki, instantly killing an estimated 40 thousand Japanese citizens.

Of course, the immediate deaths are gross estimations considering those citizens within the proximity of ground zero were vaporized, the city reduced to ruins. And, the total number of deaths attributed to radiation poisoning and other related injuries, will never truly be known. 

In all these examples, I’m stating that perpetrators killed, which is true; but, in actuality, all these EBHs, and so, so many others, not only killed their victims, but did so in horrendous ways, for incomprehensible reasons. Truman allegedly dropped his atomic bombs on Japanese citizens, non-combatants, elderly, women and children, as a show of force, a warning, to Stalin and the Soviet Union. In most all other cases, such as with Hitler’s Nazis, and Pol Pot’s Khmer Rouge, victims were first horribly tortured, physically mutilated, disemboweled, while yet alive, experimented on, no matter old, women, young children, infants.

Now, having shared those unfortunately all to common examples, for there are many, many more, a final word on the subject of collateral casualties and the EBHs responsible.

I will begin by stating, one would be hard pressed to find a leader, that while engaged in some level of conflict, whether that conflict pitted him against another world leader, or his own people, that did not commit some level of atrocity against the innocent.

The truth is, every country engaged in warfare is guilty of war crimes, in fact, guilty of horrendous (as if there were any other kind) crimes against humanity. The matter comes down to concealment, doctoring of evidence. The evidence against Chairman Mao was under military guard until just recently. The evidence against Richard Nixon and Henry Kissinger, concealed under the label “Top Secret.”

EBH has evolved into the proverbial killing machine. But, his best work is yet to come.
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The Disillusioned Earthbound Human: A Tragedy  (Part III, “Rooaarrr!)

Revised July 2017
An irrefutable fact: A species, humanoid or otherwise, will not persist without the continued, cyclic reproduction and proper nurturing, the educating and indoctrinating of new generations in responsible protecting, sustaining, and advancing their given culture.

In every EBH tribe, there existed two genders. A male gender and a female gender. And through copulation of the male and female (yes, I must be specific here), a child EBH was conceived and delivered into life on the rock.

Now, please understand this, only because here lies one of the greatest fallacy regarding EBH female and male relationships; while different in general appearance, that is to say, the female was fairer than the male, while she is often smaller in frame, with genitalia and a reproductive system specific to permit child conception, development and delivery, the female EBH was strong and capable of standing toe to toe, side by side, not only in conducting day to day tasks, of any category, but also in protecting home and community.

It was in fact the case, the female was often considered more ferocious and dominant than the her male counterpart, in that she had to provide food for herself and her offspring, and protect the nest, as it were.

That’s right, I said had to provide for herself and her babies, only because, since their primal days, the male EBH was very often suitable for accomplishing one task efficiently, or at the very least effectively. He could fertilize her egg. Other than that, he was unreliable as partners go.

Not much, many will tell, has changed in that regard.

But also understand,  male and female EBH did work and play together, struggled and accomplished as an effective team, supported and encouraged one another through many challenges, domestic and society linked, as equal members of a community, large or small. For just as there were plenty of deadbeats to deal with, there were also plenty of males who appreciated and embraced the skills and talents the strengths of the female.

These two distinct and independent EBHs had, after all, woke up together on the rock, and they would survive together on it. This fact just seemed to be an inherent understanding. It seemed once again whomever, whatever deposited this curious species onto their tiny rock, had considered every aspect of survivability; this had not been a random act, some bizarre evolutionary process, some wham bam I just made a man event. 

At one point the female EBH was held in an iconic position in society, with tribes commissioning statues in her honor. These flattering, towering bare breasted images attested to her undeniable providence in communities.

In some cultures, she was not restricted even in her sexual prowessness.

Let’s take a look at the Etruscan woman, the better half of a pre-Roman Italian culture, as an example.

The Etruscan woman was a sophisticated, empowered, integral element of the advanced society. She was involved in commerce, politics, and society. What made this woman unique was that she also enjoyed the freedom to participate in, engage in casual sexual trysts with whomever she pleased. 

Because these women prided themselves in physical fitness and impeccable appearance, they considered being seen nude by others, especially men, as a compliment, not as an embarrassment or disgrace. 

The Etruscans are one of the first societies to flaunt open marriages. They very well may have originated the orgy; wife sharing/swapping, as well as the other way around,  was a custom to them. The women not only accepted many men onto their couches, they raised any child that resulted out of their encounters, whether they could identify the biological father or not.

This custom would later come to be criticized by the following Egyptian and Roman sex mongrels.

Many other cultures would simply bestow the title of goddess upon their women, and commission a stone carver to produce an image worthy of her.

One of the most notable finds to date is a statuette of a possible goddess of fertility that dates back nine thousand years. (Sorry Young Earth Creationist EBH.)

The find was in an ancient Turkish settlement called Çatalhöyük. The settlement is believed to have existed for longer than a millennium.

Now, having said all that, let’s delve into what many regard as an exercise in futility, what still others refer to as absolute nonsense, and at least one news commentator calls total bullshit; that social practice that has perpetrated more harm than good, more deception and lies than a presidential campaign, more financial ruin, more deaths, murders and suicides, as well as murder-suicides, that little something known as marriage.

By it’s most simplest and basic definition, marriage is an mutually agreed to domestic, and very often a financially beneficial union between two EBHs, female-male, female- female, male-male, and oddly enough, female-corpse (yes, I’m serious).

From that, every culture added their own spin, restrictions, requirements, and fees. The only commonality across the rock regarding marriages, from the most basic ho-hum no certificate common law marriage, to the more complex polygamy what-you-buy-one-you-better-buy-all arrangements, all were, at the base root, designed to advantage the male EBH. (Oh, you’ll hear some contrary arguments to this, but all moot.)

Allow me to expound.

In the beginning, there was the Patriarchal Social Experiment gone horribly wrong. Quite frankly, EBH’s grandest bone-head move ever. And while we will revisit this social catastrophe in detail in the last installment of this series, suffice it, for now, to be said that male EBH had declared himself the indisputable King; no, scratch that, EBH had arrogantly proclaimed himself God on Earth.

And so, because he was now a God, he commanded not only female EBH, but even every other lesser EBH (essentially everybody else).

A female EBH, regardless of status, rich, poor, slave, wife of the God, was subjugated and literally at the mercy of her man.

This incidentally, is still the case on much of the rock today.

For this reason, female EBH could be, by her father, husband, owner, given away, traded away, sold, enslaved, prostituted out, or simply killed.

Now, I know what you are thinking, there had to be laws protecting the females; and yes, there were. Recall I stated there were primitive cultures that held woman up in the highest esteem, as Goddesses, but, and this is going to sound odd, 99.9% of that went away with the first true civilization formed.

That first true civilization, at least the title, went to Mesopotamia, which is recorded as having come on line at the end of the last Ice Age, about 10000 B.C.E.

The first recognized written laws that provided for female EBH came out of this so called first civilization, in the form of  The Codes of Hammurabi, penned in 1772 (Babylon) B.C.E.

While female was provided a measure of protection under Emperor Hammurabi’s Codes of Law, sadly, she also began her downward spiral under him. A downward spiral that would find her in the proverbial pits of Hell; a downward spiral she is still desperately trying to recover from today.

So, the question arises, was the early honoring of the female EBH, permitting her extraordinary privileges, extraordinary freedoms, something the primitive EBH societies had come up with on their own, or was this behavior more subconscious encoding surfacing?

Undeniably, the EBH female was an integral element in developing EBH society; and, in many instances her skills and talents over shadowed that of the brute  male.

In addition to, and in conjunction with her fertility status, as the child bearer, she was regarded as the true and only source of lineage, and rightfully so. Again, the domestic partner was not always necessarily the sire of the child. 

Had she enjoyed that level of stature prior to finding herself Earthbound?

Within the tribes, she acquired education, held public office at all levels, served as a jurist, was a successful proprietor and negotiator of business, and a land owner in equal standing with the male.

If her domestic relationship with her male partner dissolved, she was entitled to, and received her fair share of the couple’s joint holdings, as was right and just.

Because of this recognition, this acknowledgment and acceptance of gender equality, societies, tribes, alliances flourished in productivity, growth, and stature.

Global EBH was functioning at one hundred percent efficiency; both male and female actively engaged across the board, in every aspect of life. Neither gender was ruling over, undermining, exploiting the other.

All seemed to be going great on the tiny rock. 

But, for some reason male EBH was not content. Not at  all content.

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The Disillusioned Earthbound Human: A Tragedy  (Part II, “Ugh!)

(Revised July, 2017)

Our EBH has somehow, someway come to exist on a tiny speck of a floating space rock, a rock that is spinning and spinning like a nonstop Ferris wheel, like an out of control merry-go-round. And, as if that wasn’t enough to scramble his  brain, the rock is also locked into an orbit around one of millions of brilliant, flaming fireball rocks, itself floating in what appears, at least to his naked eyes, as an endless void of scary blackness. And his questions remains: How? Why? When? And, by who’s hand? By what means?

The EBH does not know the answer; and sadly, will never know. The question is,  and will forever be, the ultimate conundrum, that eternal mystery.

But assuming, just for grins and giggles, EBH was brought to his rock by, oh, let’s say concerned parents, his people, a victim of the classic dying society, brought to the rock for his own good, his own safety, the last hope of a race; or perhaps, while we’re toying with ideas, perhaps he was sentenced here, brought here as an exile, to separate him from his culture for whatever reason, dropped into an uncharted, never to be found again,  alien, albeit survivable wilderness, to literally do or die.

The possibilities are endless, limited only by one’s imagination. But whatever the case, EBH should have (one would think), quickly gotten over what he did not know, and focused on what he did know, focused on what he physically saw before him: Not only a survivable environment, but the realistic opportunity to live long and prosper .

Now, to his early credit, and our first hint at his potential, EBH did in fact survive; but, this survival can be attributed to a simple, inherent reflex, the fight or flight reflex; a built-in survival trait. (Essentially, all Earthbound creatures, great and small, possess it.)

However, when he was not tussling with some creature, for his dinner, or running from some beast looking to make a meal out of him, EBH opted to sit and sear, to pout, to in fact behave as a neglected, abandoned child, throwing tantrums and breaking his toys, in this case, destroying and poisoning his only means of survival; poisoning his sustaining resources, so graciously provided by his rock. 

Maybe EBH remained angry because no note was left by Mommy, promising to return for him some day. Maybe he was upset because no instructions were left as how to best survive on a strange, unfamiliar rock.

Perhaps, more angering and frustrating than any of that was the simple fact of not knowing from where he came, or why he was on the rock at all.

There was no map home. There was no number to phone home. There was nothing. At least that he knew of.

EBH, simply woke up one day (consciously speaking, of course) to find himself standing in the warmth of a brightly shining sun, under trees laden with more sweet fruits than Kroger’s could ever offer.

He walked through wild gardens, vines adorned with the most juicy and tasty vegetables, of every conceivable kind, growing in abundance.

He waded through clear flowing rivers teaming with nourishing, protein rich fish, and wondered among  animals of every conceivable kind as they roamed the hills and valleys, edible ones and hard working beasts of burden.

He looked up, and watched birds of every description and color as they filled the skies, others as they nested, laying white, brown, and speckled eggs.

I’m sure he appreciated quenching rains as they poured down from blackened skies, washing all periodically. 

No, EBH didn’t just wake up to find himself alone and in dire straights, he woke up and found himself in a veritable garden paradise; well, at least he knew where such gardens were located. 

If EBH was in fact abandoned, left to fend for himself, for a short period of time, or all time, whoever, whatever transported, delivered, deposited him (if in fact that was the case), onto the surface of his spinning rock, a rock in a vast void of rocks, that entity did their homework, or at the very least had compassion, for they could not have chosen a more life supporting, life sustaining rock.

But back to reality, because it was not just a matter of EBH not accepting his awakening in paradise; it just could not be that simple. It was not just a matter of not bringing himself to simply embrace his good fortune, damn all that; no, EBH harbored a deep seeded, all consuming obsession, and that obsession was compounded by, not only a growing anger, but an equally growing and festering savagery.

EBH was not satisfied with being supported, nurtured, sustained by his rock, prison or savings grace; and, on the methodical vanishing of the burning, blazing, yellow rock, and the simultaneous appearance of a multitude of other rocks, illuminating, dotting the black canvas, EBH only laid back and stared; stared, knowing, suspecting, somewhere among the twinkling space rocks, was his true home, his true family, the place he belonged, or at least had to return for whatever reason, complete a task, effect revenge.

Now, please recall I explained that all EBHs possess a conscious. That inner most self, that which allowed him thought, as well as all that he could sense, sight, hearing, touch; that inexplicable presence within him that was his alone, that distinguished him from all other EBHs.

That mysterious thing that, as with his origin, as with his destiny, no EBH, none, not a single psychologist, not one psychiatrist, certainly no self-proclaimed Shaman of any organized religious cult, could legitimately claim to have knowledge of, not then, not now, not ever. Oh, make no mistake, many, many simple minded EBHs have in the past orbits, do in the present orbits, and will in orbits to come claimed to possess such knowledge, but understand, that is only their delusion, or well scripted ruse.

For the human conscious is as distinct and personal as finger prints; no two the same. And while EBH can obtain an image of finger prints, while he can trace the intricate patterns, the swirling scrolls with his little pencil, he will never understand the message, the coding, the true meaning and purpose of those meticulous patterns, how they really link to and identify the EBH.

If any “instructions,” if any guidance, or compelling messages were left by those who delivered the EBH to the surface of his rock, those guiding messages may have been encoded into the EBH subconscious; even if nothing more than, “Good luck! You’re on your own!” (After all, he was eventually able to climb down a tree and into a skyscraper.) And perhaps, while we’re free thinking, those intricate finger prints somehow identify the conscious, the being existing within the biological frame. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves, so let us slow down, and back up a bit.

I need to explain that while I’m using EBH in the singular tense; it must be understood, there were a multitude of EBH tribes scattered throughout the surface of the rock; and, genetically speaking, all these EBHs were/are the same; that is to say, all sport two legs, two arms, one head, one brain, etcetera, etcetera.

Some tribes do enjoy variations to the basic theme, facial features mostly, height and skin tone, others, hair density and texture. But, what must be understood is all possess that conscious, with it’s encoded intuition, the ability to reason, to think, to evaluate and choose.

Considering their similarities (and differences), each individual tribe considered itself equal in standing with all other tribes, and rightfully so; no tribe enjoyed an advantage over another, physically, cognitively. All were equal on the rock.

Oh, each tribe certainly embraced their own unique cultural differences; in many cases, tribal leaders did undoubtedly tout their tribes as superior to others. Bigger, stronger, more powerful. And while some tribes did seem to discover aspects about their rock quicker than others, essentially all tribes acclimated and advanced socially at the same global pace.

So, the second all time pressing question consuming EBH was/is, considering the undeniable similarities, were all tribes linked to the same magical, mystical origin in some way?

Were all EBHs cast in the image of a single, magical, mystical all mighty creator? Was EBH created in those same lush gardens he found himself walking through? Did every EBH on the rock, of every tribe across the rock truly originate from two EBHs? More importantly, only six thousand years ago? There are many who speculate that is the case, just lack the (fantastic) hard evidence to prove their suspicions, and disprove the mounds of hard evidence to the contrary. (Especially the time factor.)

Or, as the scientific, floating, spinning space rock experts like to profess, did EBH evolve as a result of a “ big bang ” somewhere in the cosmos, and all the microbe particles combined to form the first living cells, which evolved to form EBH? This would certainly account for the multitude of tribes, as those microbes would cover the rock, not fall only on select spots.

Or, did EBH originate of a Father and Mother EBH, of a race of EBHs, parents, biologically capable of passing DNA encoding, damn whether brought to the rock on a field trip, stranded on the rock due to some kind of space bus accident, or beamed down by Science teacher Scotty.

The irrefutable fact remains, the evidence strong and obviously undeniable, all EBH share the same basic genetic coding, all EBHs are born, vaginally, of the female EBH, all EBHs possess a conscious, intelligence, and the capacity to not only advance, but advance socially, curiously, simultaneously.

All this confirms, all EBH originate from a common species.

I’ll throw one more in, only because it’s my personal favorite.

Perhaps, Scotty’s mission was not to beam down single specimens, rather beam down couples, mixed gender experimental groups, small homesteading communities, in a scatter plot pattern, covering all land forms identified as potentially life supporting. The seeding of the rock, as it were. Sure, it would have been a momentous undertaking, even for a highly sophisticated, scientifically advanced society like his, but it would certainly explain the multitude of tribes, the obvious similarities, and slight dissimilarities, attributed to developing in different regions, under varried circumstances.

I say specimen because Scotty (archeology tells us) did not beam down fully developed EBHs, rather EBH in their primal stage; this to allow a slow, purposeful, full acclamation to his new home. (Makes total sense, right?)

Now, I need to include that one of the current dominant theories is that all EBHs, every single one, from the Australian aborigines to the the British Royal family, all evolved from a single set of parents. Parents that evolved from a single cell organism. Nuff said about that. 

But alas, which ever of the preceding, if any, is correct and true, no one will ever know, and that’s fine, because it is all inconsequential. For as far as EBH was concerned back in his formative phase, to his present phase, there is no yesterday, there is no tomorrow, there is only the now. And for a fleeting moment, he actually seemed to grasp that intuitive fact.

We know this by the sheer fact that he survived. Allow me to expound on that a little. 

Incredibly, EBH managed to survive his initial phase; his primal phase of existence on the rock. Incredible because those initial acclamation orbits were the ultimate down and dirty, the most perilous dog eat dog phase that in all honesty could have gone either way. But not only does EBH survive, impressively, he actually manages to advanced himself socially.

And this is where we pick up EBH’s hapless plight; not that the whole evolving ape-man thing isn’t interesting; I strongly recommend you read all you can on that phase. I just do not consider it critical to this particular effort.

What is interesting is EBH’s reaching a point of existing which allows for the (perhaps) activation of some encoded skills and/or embedded, subconscious instructions. For once again, essentially all EBH tribes began to develop socially along similar lines. The key driving development was the establishment of communication, both oral and in writing. 

For no man can rule a tribe (or a kingdom) without a clear published mandate. 

No king can preserve his legacy, record his glorious conquests, properly proclaim his supremacy throughout the lands without proper, tangible means and methods.

So somehow, someway, again perhaps due to some universal inherent knowledge, an embedded skill set resurfacing, each tribe seemed to (almost) simultaneously accomplish a universal task. 

Each EBH tribe developed, tailored specifically to each tribe, variations of the basic “ugh.”

Now consider this carefully, what each and everyone one of us (today) essentially takes for granted, even to the point of abuse, speech, words pooled together in strings, in the most creative and imaginative ways, in conversations, in public speaking, in song, all originated from the first ever ugh.

What so many scientists, anthropologists, archeologists, certainly linguists refer to as the evolution of EBH speech was in fact only the recalling of stored skills. Instead of evolving, EBH was painfully, but successfully, reestablishing an existence.

He first found his voice through the frustrated utterance of ugh, then, out of sheer necessity, quickly employed volume, stress, and pitch, as these were critical in communicating across distances and thick jungle. Intonation, pace, emphasis, gestures, hand and face, as well as body positioning and stance were all needed in close proximity communication. Story telling. Instruction delivery to a young hunter. Explaining that unfamiliar red dye on his collar to a highly suspicious Mrs EBH.

The universal,  basic ugh gave way to a more melodic, meaningful voice.

The intricacies of meaningful speech were reestablished, literally. Objects, and more importantly, personalities acquired their own sounds, their own names.

EBH was on a role, but while oral communication was great for close proximity messaging, it did not do much for distance messaging.

Enter the sharpened stone and the sandstone tablet.

Once again we see this uncanny ability to simultaneously resolve this issue as well. Taking these two readily available items in hand, EBH begins to scratch, imprint creative, unique, complex, and often ornamental scribblings, not unlike those found on his finger tips. 

Individual scribblings were then curiously combined in sets coming to represent a tribesman name, an official title, a label for a tool or utensil, the name of a river, or a fruit.

And so it came to be, all tribal EBHs not only possessed verbal speech, but written language as well.

While many tribes continually modified and expanded their languages and vocabularies, many others still use a very basic, simplistic dialect today.

Surprisingly, even the most simplistic known dialects accomplish what are considered the essential elements of meaningful communication. That is to say, even crude dialects involve a sender, a distinct and clear message, target a specific receiver, allow for/solicit feedback, permit a channel (or medium), consider potential interference and address specific situations.

These early utterances and scribblings permitted a crude, yet functional level of communication, not only within the tribe, but enabled communication with other neighboring tribes in the region.

EBH was connected, and quickly set to built meaningful circles of friends, form groups, and crucial alliances. 

Within the tribe, these early utterances and scribblings were important in EBH establishing some semblance of social organization (not always effective), and law and order, (not always accepted, nor abided by all tribal members); and more importantly, he was now able to commission an official scribe to record all of his accomplishments for all time.

History was enabled. But, as is true today, recorded history is not always factual. As is true today, recorded history favors the recorder; for this reason, it is always recommended that, when researching historical events, historical personalities, read from the perspective of all entities involved.

What you will generally find is no one claims to be the bad guy, no one accepts fault, only offer defenses and justification for their actions. All claim to have been acting in the best interest of their people, and more importantly, all was carried out in “God’s name. ”  Well, in their God’s name at least, considering there have been an estimated twelve thousand God’s worshipped on the rock. 

Also, while these fledgling communication tools were not interchangeable from one tribe to another, their simplicity and repetitive characteristics allowed one EBH tribe to adequately learn another tribe’s language without too much difficulty.

And so it was, EBH could effectively, and meaningfully dialogue with EBH and thus enabled a myriad of social interactions such as trading of goods, sharing of ideas, establishment of cooperatives that would allow public works projects mutually benefiting multiple tribes.

All was well and good. But the EBH was not content. Not at all content.

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The Disillusioned Earthbound Human: A Tragedy  (Part I: “In the beginning…”)

This is the first part of what I hope is a mind tingling, thought provoking, fact based series built from a multitude of academic papers, science documentaries, and historical records. This series is intended to serve as, not only a stand alone Mini-Series, but also as a draft of what will eventually evolved into a greater work to be published later this year. (Of course, it will be evolving under continual revising and editing.)
The goals and objectives for this effort are to produce short, engaging, entertaining, yet educational, historically correct pieces, written at a level early readers, ESL, in fact, emerging readers of any age can manage. If I can reach those readers, I know I can reach all readers with this enlightening account of Earthbound human’s (EBH) plight on his third rock from the Sun.

I, of course, being the consummate existentialist, offer a slightly different (and I believe lighter) perspective than the dry, rules and guidelines state textbook writers are mandated to take. And, while I certainly do not expect to alter the predestined, ultimate conclusion to the story of EBH, I do hope to instill in many of those who read a better understanding of their world.

In my quest to capture, engage, and retain young, busy thinkers, I exclude what I consider extraneous, commonly understood and accepted trivia, and focus on pivotal, life changing events. As I do not write to frighten or shock the reader, I address the reader more as a conversationalist, rather than a lecturer. While, obviously, I am an EBH, I offer my information through the eyes of a detached, neutral observer.

Another goal and objective I hope to achieve is to entice and motivate the reader to want to know more, to want to learn more, perhaps, to verify what I offer as truths and facts. Not wanting to produce an academic paper per se, that is, a page of text peppered with distracting footnotes and/or in text citations, I opt to provide a plethora of resources, via a Works Cited addendum, for the reader to explore and browse through.

Again, in hope of capturing the young reader, my conversational format could be construed as something of a bedtime story, albeit a bedtime story that could be crudely aligned with the classic Shakespearean tragedy, that is to say there are kingdoms, warriors, damsels in distress, alleged witches, and plenty of demons. And, as in many Shakespearean tales, no one survives, there are no true heroes, the women are degraded and exploited, lies and deception are at every turn, with greed and self-glorification being the very foundation of the story.

But the sad truth is, this is not a fictional tale at all. 

This is an actual tragedy being played out in real time, day in and day out. Ongoing. Non-stop. Undeniable by anyone. Inescapable by no one. This is a depiction of life on planet Earth. It is the story of what man, EBH, has evolved to.

One key point I try to impress on readers is simply, if EBH was not consumed, obsessed with one senseless issue, his present day world would be a totally different place; but this obsession of his was gripping, I suspect, driven more out of fear than curiosity.

For however EBH projects himself to his public, whatever he may claim to be as an entity, beneath the false image, a shiny facade, for EBH then, as he is now, is but a frightened, insecure, paranoid, speck of matter, consumed by an inherent, unshakeable, bone chilling fear of the unknown.

At the root of this gripping fear, is his obsession with his very origin. Simply stated, EBH does not know how he came to be on his rock; it is essentially the human version of the age old question: What came first? The chicken or the egg? This single conundrum will find him topsy turvy and eventually in a dead stick, spiraling tailspin. A tailspin he may never recover from.

So driven is he about learning where he came from, why he is here, on this floating space rock, who placed him on this rock, his inability to control his own mind does him in.

Instead of accepting reality, he allows his mind to conjure up, fabricate, create delusional scenarios of his coming to be Earthbound. 

The tragedy then is, despite possessing the capacity to grasp reality, despite possessing the ability to rationalize his situation and understand his origin was inconsequential, at the very least, a priority to his existence.

For the facts, the truths, the sequence of events, the interventions of whoever, whatever, which led to, not only his, but all creatures coming to co-exist on Earth, whether it involved a magical, mystical  glorious creator of all things great and small, whether it involved a life form creating celestial big bang, whether it involved the biological evolution of a single celled organism that first threaded water, then walked ashore, or whether it involved a maniacal space traveler named Scotty, knowledgeable in transporter technology. That information, needless to say, has never been, is not now, nor will ever be accessible/available to an EBH that, instead of exhibiting rational thought, responsibility, some measure of level headedness, presented only as an undisciplined, reckless, irresponsible simpleton.

 A quick reflection on this creature, this Earthbound humanoid curiosity. 

EBH is but one of many, many interesting creatures, lifeforms calling this floating space rock home. And while it is generally acknowledged that he possesses the ability to reason, it is also generally accepted that he tends to grossly misuse that skill, and in many instances, not use it at all.

Also, while he is only one of an unknown number of species that benefits from the ability to “think,” he favors an affinity towards using creativity and imagination, both surreal and illogical processes, almost to a fault.

Not much else is known about his existence at all, other than he may or may not be the only Earthbound creature who possesses an independent, personalized, individualized conscious, what he has come to call a soul.

Important note, the EBH fancies himself as the sole reigning, master of his floating rock, but  only because no other humanoid lifeform(s) has/have presented to prove him hopelessly wrong, or challenge his declaration of supremacy (to date, that is).

This is interesting because the EBH is one of the most physically, emotionally, biologically, and chemically sensitive, and therefore fragile, creatures on his rock. Millions upon millions of EBHs terminate annually due to physical trauma, a myriad of diseases and physiological disorders, and sheer self-destruction through a myriad of ingenious methods including ingestion, injection, and inhalation of life ending substances. Millions upon millions more are not terminated, but permanently disabled, rendered useless to society. 

But the most fascinating and prevalent method of terminating millions of EBHs is with high velocity muskets. These pop guns project a metal ball that tears through human flesh like it was paper, splintering bones, and damaging major, life sustaining internal organs.

EBH on EBH violence.

And so, it’s with this brief introduction that I hope to offer you a thought provoking break from drinking establishments, iron man work out sessions, funny cat videos. I trust, as loyal and dedicated “friends,” colleagues, family, that you’ll not only read, but share my words with your connections and circles. Remember, we all enjoy different tastes;  what may not be your cup of tea, just may be honey to another. Each new posting will offer an aggressive prospective of this suffering, disillusioned, misguided creature. Please stay with me.

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You Are Not Alone! Never have been! Never will be!

I believe it’s safe to say just about every culture in existence, in every part of the world, has its stories of unexplained phenomenon and sightings of creatures and phantasms and such.

My family certainly has their fair share of stories of apparitions and visitations by questionable presences that defy description, explanation, and logic; and yes, even I can recall some personal experiences, face to face(?) experiences that remain very clear in my memory even after decades.

So, I thought to help you welcome in the New Year with a better understanding of who we are, what we are, and where we are, I would offer you a little ditty. And just you know, I am pulling this out of a current draft of a new book in which I delve deeper into this whole concept of You Are Not Alone! Never have been! Never will be!

If you are one of those people who believe the world orbits around you, that the sun shines only on your pretty face, then perhaps this will help you to come to terms with just where you really stand as far as life on this Earth goes, and who or what could be standing right next to you, or looking over your shoulder even as you read this.

You see, it has long been established, documented, researched, and confirmed that we, humans, are not alone, not on the face of this planet, not in this realm of consciousness, not in this phase of life, or sphere of life. Rather, we are co-existing with a myriad of life forms, and perhaps energy based personalities and characters, some that are accepting of us and may even wish us happiness and peace, while many, many others simply wish us gone, and let us know in their own little ways.

The obvious visitations by what we dub as extraterrestrials, beings obviously, and undoubtedly far superior intellectually and technology speaking to simple minded stick and wheel humans, are the best known as they are highly publicized by news outlets, investigators, and scientist.

Please note that while we call these beings extraterrestrials, there are those, scientist and investigators, who believe, based on volumes of research, that we may very well be something along the lines of an annoying virus on their planet. For it is they who can travel the space we can only look up and marvel at. It is they who can dive to the bottom of the oceans we can only look down into wondering.

But there are other visitors that can come and go with such ease, in and out of this world we so arrogantly claim as our very own.

In many, but certainly not all, cases the experiences, visitations, manifestations, and peeks through various realms and windows of existence take place in unexpected locations. A living room in a modern new home; an airliner cruising at 30 thousand feet, or a dense jungle deep in still developing parts of the world.

In my personal experiences, it would seen many visitors prefer the simpler, uncomplicated versions of humans, perhaps due to the fact that they are more accepting and even welcoming.

Again, in my family’s case, we pretty much lived paycheck to paycheck, but we always had roofs over our heads, not always four walls, but pretty much always a roof and food for the day. We almost always lived in older neighborhoods, like the King Williams district; places wrought with history and mystic, and yes, ghost stories. In these places, it was almost commonplace for us to experience a myriad of unexplained noises, such as the sound of gravel or dirt being shoveled against the wall of our dilapidated one room apartment. (Of course, a check would reveal no evidence of any digging whatsoever.)

But even more upsetting were the visions of characters draped in black capes and whatnot just outside our door. (We had to go out of the apartment to use an outhouse of sorts.) And then of course there were the stories of our Grandmother enduring her arguments with an entity beckoning to accompany him away. Of course, this could have just been a Sancho, but true believers always pegged him as the Angel of Death.

As if all these (there were many, many more such incidents) weren’t enough to curl your hair, and despite being warned countless times about engaging, conversing, encouraging such entities, my lovely sisters just couldn’t resist the thrill of doing just that.

My youngest sister found it necessary to one day open our house to a mysterious old woman draped in head to toe black, allowing her to wonder within our home casting who knows what over us. But even better, and again despite knowing better, all my sisters gathered eagerly to communicate with the now infamous spirit, Raul, I believe it identified itself as, via the infamous Quiji board.

Then, one Christmas, Raul threatened to burn the house down. I believe that was the end of the Quiji.

But Raul wasn’t the only spirit in that old wood frame house, as it was filled almost nightly with odd occurrences and visitations of varied kinds including late night footsteps down the creaky hallway, knocking and tapping on interior doors, visions of images in attic windows not accessible from inside the house, images sitting and waving from the front porch swing, and the assorted whispering and moaning in the dark.

Possibly the most troubling experiences were of our dear mother who would encounter a force that she described as approaching from the hallway and not only entering her bedroom, but approaching the side of her bed. She would tell of feeling the presence, then the depression on her mattress as if the entity would sit beside her. Finally, she would feel pressure against her chest, as if the entity were trying to suffocate her. This of course, happened on more than one occasion.

The experiences within that one house alone would lead one to believe that it was a portal of sorts through which many visitors would traverse, some obviously stopping to look about. Oddly enough, a niece recently reported a very vivid dream of our mother (her grandmother), in which Grandma complained that the current residents of the house were boring. This made me stop and think, as just about every dream I have of my Mother, she is in that house.

The evidence that such energy exist and manifest itself to us in familiar visions is well documented. However, there are other incidents of manifestations that defy explanation and/or purpose and intentions.

To disallow any contradiction or cries of hearsay, I will recount only incidents I have witnessed and documented personally. And I will start with the most recent. But first, allow me to offer a setting.

Dhes, my wife, and I are presently in the Philippines; but not in urban Philippines such as Manila; provincial, such as in a barrio that is more representative of pre-electricity, pre-running water era. The majority of people here still live in simple Nipas, and prepare meals in dirty kitchens. Water is retrieved from centrally located hand-pump wells and carried home in buckets and jugs. A very simple life to be sure.

The terrain is dense jungle. There are well worn paths into the dense jungle that challenge travelers during daylight hours; night walking is for those most familiar with the paths, and by that I mean, human walkers. For, as it is often said, when the sun goes down, the jungle comes alive.

I shared the story of the playful, at times curious Tinker Bell fireflies. But, there are far more ominous things out there. One of which seems focused on Dhes at the present.

Every culture has their names for their specific entities, one name common in the Philippines is the Aswang, one of the most fearsome monsters in the Philippines.

Most commonly described as a witch-like character, the Aswang can change shape and size at will, is territorial and essentially a shy nocturnal creature. It uses the darkness and the jungle to their advantage. These are creatures said to prey on the ill and dying, described as eaters of the dead. But, they are also said to be sensitive types that can be angered through disrespect, denial, and annoyance.

Whatever the case, Dhes has experienced some inexplicable, curious events recently which some believeokay, many believe, may be the work of such a creature. Such as the markings she experienced a few nights ago.

After a fairly uneventful day, one which we walked about and spoke to neighbors and kids, we retired home and set to relax with a movie. On showering she experienced a burning sensation on rinsing her hip. There etched into her skin was what appeared to be a crude pentagram, the symbol for infinity, and an arrow point towards her abdomen.

While the marking were crude, they were not random. These marks were aligned and symmetrical enough to rule out some haphazard brushing against some bush or nail. During our earlier walkabout, I easily (and painfully) found a broken Christmas ornament as it penetrated my chinela piercing my foot. I know Dhes would have noted the multiple scratching by an obviously sharp object. Her wounds were deep, pitted and fresh.

We treated her etchings and locked down the room for the night, as these creatures access their victims through open windows and doors. But before I go on with the etching incident, let me share a still earlier incident that may, or may not, have bearing on this.

Our home is still under construction. Our ceiling is still open, as electrical issues are completed, and other things dealt with. But the master BR, bath, and closet are completed.

The area is approximately 36×15 feet. And, if you know about construction, or peeked into your attic you understand there are rafters and blocks supporting all.

Well, besides the Aswang, there are many other creatures lurking such as the tree people, invisible for the most part, but none the less among us. And, there is even one likened to a Sentar, that is to say a hoofed creature, observed around our home many times in the past.

Well, one night we are awakened by what can only be described as something not only running, but playing with a ball on our ceiling. At first we thought maybe a mouse trying to crack open a nut of sorts. But the more we listened the odder it got.

Whatever the creature was, it was rolling an object the length of the 36 feet. What should have been a virtual impossibility due to the rafters and blocks of woods.

We also listened closer to the steps. Exactly! Mice don’t stomp about, they’re quiet as, well mice. Gekkos pitter patter, but what we were hearing would mean there was one hell of a soccer playing gekko up there.

Then Dhes tells me to just bang on the ceiling, to chase whatever it is away, but that’s when things get really weird, because on my banging, the playful thing does stop rolling it’s toy, but only to stomp back down at me; almost as if annoyed I have interrupted it.

Now, it’s time to get serious. We’re both out of bed climbing a ladder armed with flashlights and broom handles read to evict, but..nothing. Dhes does gets a glimpse at a mouse hopping the rafters, but again, a quiet exit, and certainly no sign of any rolling ball.

Dhes reports the experience to her older sister, who is two rooms down from ours. Her room does not have a ceiling yet, so the next night, when the playful things are back, she easily peeks up to check out the commotion.

The next morning she explains to Dhes that what she saw was four beautiful, bright white, round mice playing on our ceiling.

By her description, I believe what she saw were four orbs.

I pulled this from the website The Different Colors of Ghost Orbs and Their Meanings. White or Silver Orbs are representative of spiritually; the white (or silver) is associated with a connection with a higher source. Some investigators believe orbs that are either white or silver in appearance are an indication that a spirit is trapped on this plane. Others believe it may be a sign that the spirit is there to offer protection to the people in the area. White energy is typically perceived as highly positive in nature.

Could the orbs be protecting Dhes from the Aswang? After all, they were focused over her bedroom. Was the body art a frustrated act? A “Maybe I can’t eat you, but I can mark you.” act of envy? By simple definition the symbol infinity, in reference to human beings, infers possession of infinite goodness, justice, truth, love, mercy, wisdom, power, light. The Penta, in relation to the biochemistry of a human being, is listed as pentavalent, a chemical balancing agent, critical in ensuring stability and reasonableness. Certainly all envious traits.

I’m googling to see if I can get some speculation from internet soothsayers, prophesiers, seers, crystal gazers, or oracles. (Responses should be interesting!)

The thing is, Dhes is blessed. She is protected, shielded by some force, and that’s from childhood. Which could offer even another possibility. As a child, on this spot, she cheated death, and in doing that, she may have cheated the Aswang. Even in the U.S., in both California and Texas, she has been shielded and defended by something or some. Besides, being blessed, or maybe in association with that, she has a tendency to attract visitors. She is forever seeing images passing by her, as if observing her. She also experiences strange, bizarre incidents, as the one I’ll close with.

Once, feeling depressed, she ventured out to her tree house garden. On reaching the back of house, she suddenly found herself engulfed in an swarm of Monarchs. She described these butterflies as playful, swirling around her, engulfing her totally, as a Dust Devil would. She said even the cats got caught up in the fun as they hopped around, rolling in the never ending flood of butterflies.

She looked around and saw that there were no butterflies anywhere else, not across the street, not next door, nowhere but around her. After lifting her spirits with there beauty and majestry, they left her standing there with her cats, able to survive her day.

So, this new year, as you live your Earth bound life. As you maybe gaze into the stars and wonder. As you turn to that sound, that fleeting shadow, or that subtle whisper, remember, this may be home to you, but it is also home to so many, many others. Share. Display kindness. If you fear some, know that there are others to protect. Never curse the unknown, for you don’t know if they are able to curse you back, because always remember You Are Not Alone! Never have been! Never will be!

Happy New Year!