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.


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. 


Go Knicks!

Actually, I don't watch sports. I do watch the UFC, but that is just breaking into the mainstream. I had just returned from my vacation to New York where I walked an average of thirteen miles a day. My dawgs were barkin' every day. I mean, I woke up every morning with my feet still throbbing from the day before because I walked every where to get a sense of the locals, the touristy spots, the history, and the overall energy of Manhattan. I finally understand when characters in TV shows say Midtown, Upper East Side, West Village, and where the famous bull lives in Lower Manhattan. It's called that because it's in the lower part of Manhattan.

The most prevalent myth is that New Yorkers are mean. My first experience with this was when I had to cancel a double booking at a New York hostel. So I called, and the woman on the other end sighed as if I had asked her, "Do you know karate? Cuz your body is kickin'."

After fighting through cancelled flights due to the record-breaking snowstorms the northeast had suffered, I finally checked into my room at midnight. Despite it being late and freakin' cold, the front desk people were incredibly kind.

That was weird, I remembered thinking.

The next day, I was off on my tour of Manhattan and walked up 5th Avenue. Other than the taxis honking every single minute, I found the locals to be friendly. Really friendly. Everyone seemed civil as I roamed like a ghost the halls of the main branch of the New York Public Library, one of the sites where The Ghostbusters had been filmed. I entered Bergdorf Goodman, a historic building that sells high fashion, and every one greeted me as if I belonged there (I touched a jacket that costed $14,000! Gawd dayem!). Guides at the Empire State Building smiled and greeted us tourists, despite having to do this all day, every day.

If it were me, I'd be like, "This way goddammit! Into the freakin' elevator. Stop crowding. Stop actin' like children! Quiet!"

The whole two weeks I was there, I didn't encounter a mean soul. Even the homeless seemed nice. A homeless man walked around a corner as I was taking a picture of the Chrysler Building. A big smile plastered across his face. In fact, I don't recall seeing any teeth. He said, "There's an AA meeting if you can make it." I couldn't stop laughing.

I even hung out in Brooklyn, went to the Brooklyn Bazaar, and took the subway all the way to the end and strolled around Flushings. One of the locals had told me that there are more than one Chinatowns (say what?), and I've always wanted to visit Flushings because the movie Saving Face had been set there (Luv Joan Chen). I will say the Chinese people there weren't as friendly, but maybe because it was the end of their workday. Or maybe they hated going to a bank that uses abacuses and having to wait for the clickity clack to finish their transaction sucked.

So I wondered how New Yorkers had earned such a bad rap? I went out to dinner with a woman that I had met, who recommended Lombardi's, a famous pizzeria, and she said something interesting: New Yorkers are direct, blunt. They're not going to pussyfoot around and be fake. If you're in their way, for example, they will let you know. And walking around Grand Central Terminal during rush hour, I saw how everyone sped toward their destinations. It was like watching a fine tuned watch running on steroids. When I threw myself into the rush-hour crowd, I had to walk fast to avoid causing a pile up of New Yorkers.

And I can understand being direct. I'm very direct. I've gotten complaints from friends and family that I'm too direct. Sometimes, I just don't have the time nor the want to be concerned with others' sensitive sensibilities. And life is very fast paced in the Big Apple. So when someone encounters a tourist who has their face buried in their smart phone, completely unaware of their surroundings, and they tell that tourist to getouttaheah, then that tourist shouldn't be upset.

The myth of the angry New Yorker had been formed from misunderstandings. I thought a lot about this because there are a lot of myths that float around my main character in my book. And the thing about myths are that they become truths in peoples' minds. Despite them being false, my character has to deal with them, which provides an extra level of conflict, great for storytelling. 

But I've learned that a rumor may just be that until I can confirm it for myself. And that was one of the more memorable things about my trip to New York, that the people there are kind. The pace of life may be different, but that doesn't make anyone meaner. And it really depends on what you expect to find. If you expect people to be mean, then you'll find people that are mean.

I now understand the appeal of living there. The energy there is amazing. And, oh, the National September 11 Memorial and Museum. I didn't know they had built pools in place of the twin towers to memorialize those who had died. I remember that day vividly. It's definitely worth the visit.