Simple Complication

Are you out there
To take away my fear?
I haven’t lost my hope
Even though I am so far from my home
I’ve been living life on the edge
Slip and fall if I take one more step
There’s safety in numbers, I guess
But I’m going rogue in the wild, wild west
Wild West

You say “They are here”, not actually understanding the truth you proclaim.

The alien question, has a simple answer.

There are only a few rogue operators, a handful or less, alive on this planet who grasp the actual truth of such a declaration.

No, we few cannot satisfactorily express the truth to the masses, for the simple answer is, in these darkened days, paradoxically a complicated one.

It is complicated for one reason: Man is, indeed you are…complicated.

In all your effort to understand, to seek and find the answer, the fearful truth you avoid is the one that spits back in your face: That you, at your present moment, for one reason or several, are incapable of grasping the simple alien truth you seek.

You fail to understand that: it is exactly your complicated nature and inability to see truth, that calls forth the alien in these days.

There is much to be undone, before the alien is done, with its mission. It is the undoing and loosening of your naive concept of reality, that the so-called alien has always desired to accomplish here.

You cannot see that you seek to fit the alien into a concept of reality that, it is only here to destroy. If your reality were sufficient, the alien would not manifest in and upset your life.

You have not grasped that the alien arrives to save you; to save the world,
——by destroying it.

Something must give way, a native hardness must break down and liquefy; and this event is frequently sudden and automatic, and leaves on the Subject an impression that he has been wrought on by an external power.
William James

For it is only through the chaos of destruction that something new might arise.

When an age-of-man grows old and weary, the alien shall always appear. When a man or woman grows weary, tired, exhausted and worn by life, the alien arrives, answering a dark call you know not you have made.

There is much to be said for and about the alien; and yet, you wouldn’t understand it.

Rest assured and sleep peacefully though, for the alien surely understands you. That’s why it haunts you, hovering always so near.

Realize if you can, that as you seek the alien, likewise the alien seeks you. To save you, not with technology or knowledge of the cosmos, but with awareness of something much more important, indeed something truly alien and unknown to you: yourself.

It is but giving your little private self a rest, and finding that a greater Self is there.
William James

And that’s why they call me
Bad company
I won’t deny
Bad, bad company
TIll the day I die
Bad Company