Toot Your Own Horn

I went to an amazing house party last night and met up with friends and made new ones. I mean, I didn't actually make them, their parents made them, anyway, not the point. Now, I don't wanna toot my own horn...

...OK...that's kinda gross. Back to the party, several women had told me that I was a good looking man. I didn't really know what to do with that. Except say, "Uh...thanks." Let me explain. It's not so much that I have low self esteem, it's that I try not to depend on other people's opinion to help shape my view of myself.

Of course there are going to be days that I think I look pretty hawt. And there are going to be days that I think I emerged from under the bridge from a day's work of collecting tolls. A troll for those who've forgotten their fairy tales. That's normal in the life of a human being.

Given that I normally go through these cycles, having to depend on people's opinions to make me feel better about myself would only make those cycles even more erratic and unpredictable and drive me nuts. 

Imagine a magic potion. If I could hire a concocter to concoct a well concocted concoction to have concoctive effects as to give a person courage to go out into the world and talk to anyone, for example to ask for a phone number. I could name this concoction Liquid Courage and bottle it up and sell it at bars or concerts or places where people congregate that spend endless amounts of money on my concoction. Beer anyone?

All of the sudden, those people—ahem—men—would solely depend on Liquid Courage to give them the...well, courage to talk to...say...women. And the lower that person's self esteem, the more Liquid Courage they need. And we all know how women love men who are intoxicated...right.

So it is with people's acceptance of us. We'll eventually come to depend on it so much that we'll do anything to get it, like do stupid things: sleeping with people we don't want to, doing drugs to escape the pain of not feeling good about ourselves, buying tons of stuff to try and fill that non-existent hole.

Worse, what happens when people hate on us? Feel like shit, that's what. 

I do appreciate everyone's generosity when they pay me compliments, and for that moment I do feel good, but I am aware that I have to feel good about me, being me, doing me, well not doing me, OK, sometimes, but living my truth. And if I offend people with my truth at that moment, which has happened many times, that isn't my fault. I cannot control how they feel nor their opinions of me. 

And as I've written about self esteem, that is a misnomer. We go through cycles of feeling good, not feeling good. Once we accept that, know that, then feeling bad or good becomes just something we go through, like hunger, or periods. All right. I don't shed my uterine walls every month, but you get my drift. So, toot your own horn. Yours is the only one worth tooting. Yeesh. Dat don't sound right. 

Ancient Aliens

I've found real evidence that ancient aliens not only visited our planet Earth, but there's real evidence that they also kidnapped and attacked ancient humans in ancient times. Not only is this evidence real, it's in plain view for everyone to see, so not even the government can cover it up.

A group of friends and I had decided to go on a winter hike in Yosemite National Park on a wintry day, hence winter hike. We all carpooled for three hours because we are green, not like Martian green, but Earth green. After arriving to the visitor center, we all stretched in the crisp icy air, unmolested by the faraway cities' smog and noise. Despite the sparse snowfall California had experienced, there was still a good layer of white powder that gently covered the high granite tops and brushed the tips of the pine needle trees. Our hiking shoes milled the gravel as we walked to the bathrooms to empty our bladders, and then, fully relieved, off we went.

The hike filled our cameras with picturesque views, invoking torrid conversations about relationships, and brought laughter that echoed against the cathedral granite walls. And that was when it happened.

As we were walking toward this certain great wall, I couldn't peel my eyes away from this mural that had been painted across this unimaginably unending stone canvas. The rest of the group turned right, following the rocky path. I walked toward this great wall, hoping to grasp the magnitude of what this mural represented. And I realized that who or what ever had created it was trying to communicate to us that we have been visited by ancient aliens. You say impossible. I ask could it have happened? I undoubtedly must conclude...yes it could have happened.

I took pictures of the stone wall from two different angles using my iPhone. I've done nothing to edit it, to change its coloring, to enhance it in anyway to suggest that the mural exists. You can see it in plain view that it exists. You have to be blind not to see that it totally and undeniably exists, in plain view.

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On the far left part of this amazing mural is what can only be determined as an ancient alien astronaut, sitting in what can only be summarized as a high-tech, fully functional, super advanced navigational throne. The space helmet was undeniably and unmistakably supplying this ancient astronaut both air and protection from the hazards of inter-dimensional travel. More on that later. We can see his hands typing on a very advanced communication device that also doubled as a control center for his ship. You may ask, how do I know this ancient astronaut is piloting a spaceship?

Placed right in front of this ancient alien space pilot was a screen that had been more advanced than any plasma screen that we can hope to imagine from Sony or Samsung or even Apple! It's obvious to me, and I'm sure to the smart people reading this, the screen seemed to span across the pilot's complete vision, giving him the view of the outside world like a fish tank with no obstructions of any kind, as interpreted here. And what was more amazing was that he was not alone. There was a fleet of space ships that had accompanied this ancient alien space pilot.

As you can very well observe, I've outlined two other space ships that are flying through the air. The mural also illustrates in plain view that the ships were either firing something, or maybe they were beaming something up, or even possibly firing its engines. More surprisingly is that there was another ship to the far right that was painted, as you can see by its energy output lines. But for some reason that ship is missing from the mural. And I think I know why.

Something must have destroyed part of the mural because the rubble that is found below wasn't from erosion. If it was erosion, the rubble would have been right below where the ship had been painted. Instead, we find the rubble toward the center, as if something from the far right had struck that part of the mural, sending the rocky debris in that direction.

The question now must be, what do those lines under these ships represent? Some kind of weapon like a super advance laser targeting system, SALTS? Or were they trying to beam something on board? With the now thousands of alien abduction stories that seem to only take place at night away from prying eyes (apparently they can fly millions of light-years here through barren space, but they have no cloaking system to make themselves invisible), I deduce and also surmise that they were abducting something.

The great mural clearly depicts ancient humans. What's clear to me and why magic doesn't exist anymore, is that these ancient humans were sorcerers. They seemed to be emitting something, maybe casting a spell in the hopes of repelling these super advanced ancient aliens away. Obviously, this tactic did not work and the sorcerers were abducted and never returned, giving creed to the extinction of magical conjurers and mystical magic as we know it.

But I did make one mistake in my analysis. Dragons as a mythology had been a prevalent idea all over the world in the art of ancient China, as far south as Mexico on ancient Mayan pyramids, and even on ancient Viking battle ships from the great white European north. Where and how had these ancient humans, who've literally had no contact with each other, learn and depict of such a monstrous creature? It dawned on me like a rising sun in the very hazy and foggy San Francisco morning.

Wormholes.

Before eschewing the idea, ask yourself, could this have been a possibility? Couldn't the ancient aliens whose technology far outpaced our own have created and controlled the violent and absolute destructive nature of wormholes? In my mind, the answer has to be an unmistakable yes.

This mural shows a large opening, a mouth maybe; and a long body, the tunnel between time and space; and the flashes of light when ancient space ships entered, most likely the energy outbursts caused by the folding of space and time, must have looked like fire that these wormholes breathed. And unbeknownst to ancient human beings, without the acumen of knowing what these wormholes really were, could only describe them as large creatures that did nothing but eat and devour and destroy anything in their paths.

And it's evident to me that the works of Tolkien were not fictional works but of historical preservation. With the apparent extinction of sorcerers, it makes perfect and terrible sense to me why we don't see trolls, goblins, witches, elves, hobbits, and why no one attends Hogwarts School anymore. Tolkien had written about a great battle in Middle Earth. He was writing about the great battle between the powerful creatures of Earth and the ancient aliens. And, despite the great magic that once existed, we had lost the battle.

So the ancient aliens weren't abducting humans as much as destroying any creature that could potentially prove them harm, leaving only the feeble minded ancients, our ancestors.

One last moot point. It's obvious to me and to anyone looking at this massive mural that ancient aliens created this piece of art. Just like in Egypt, ancient aliens had at the very least assisted our ancestors in building the pyramids. The question is why. Why had this mural been painted? Simple. It's a warning for us not to rise against those who have technology far beyond what we could ever imagine.