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Terry Matthews talks about her 1970 Paris, Illinois, missing time and alien abduction experience
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danskjavlarna · 2 years
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UFOs, aliens, and things that go gzpxllztt in the night: this vintage UFO gallery is worth an encounter. (For the meaning of “gzpxllztt,” see the dictionary of all-consonant words.)
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cinalilli · 8 months
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[ATTACK] arabella
attacking hivou on artfight with her monster of the week character, arabella morgan of [redacted]
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Are We Alone in the Universe?
The question of whether or not we are alone in the universe is one that has fascinated scientists and the general public for decades. With advancements in technology and the discoveries of new planets, the possibility of finding extraterrestrial life has become more real than ever. But just how likely is it that we will find evidence of alien life?
One of the most compelling arguments for the existence of extraterrestrial life is the sheer vastness of the universe. It is estimated that there are over 100 billion planets in the Milky Way galaxy alone, with billions of galaxies in the observable universe. Given these numbers, it seems highly unlikely that we are the only form of intelligent life in the entire universe.
Another argument for the existence of alien life is the fact that we have discovered thousands of exoplanets, or planets that orbit stars outside of our solar system. Many of these exoplanets are located in the "habitable zone," meaning they are in the right distance from their star to potentially support liquid water, and therefore, life. The discovery of exoplanets has led many scientists to believe that it is only a matter of time before we find evidence of alien life.
Despite these arguments, the search for extraterrestrial life has so far been unsuccessful. The famous "Wow! Signal," a radio signal that many believed was a message from an alien civilization, turned out to be a natural phenomenon. The search for microbial life on Mars, a planet that has long been considered a prime candidate for the existence of life, has also come up empty.
Despite these setbacks, scientists continue to search for evidence of alien life through various means such as listening for radio signals from other civilizations, studying exoplanets, and searching for microbial life on other planets. With the launch of new telescopes such as the James Webb Space Telescope, scientists will have the ability to study exoplanets in more detail than ever before, increasing the chances of finding evidence of alien life.
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starzpsychics · 6 months
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Lorraine McAdam, is an artist, writer and poet. In the past, she worked as a nurse for twelve years. At 45, she trained to become a teacher, and has been an English teacher for 12 years.  She runs her own tuition business. She is also unusual in that she believes she has been having encounters with the paranormal, E.T.s and UFOs since she was a child. She lives in Cumbria, U.K.
Indeed, until now, only those in her close nuclear family had known of the details of her story, which has been a lifelong one. But in her heart, she eventually realised that withholding her story - of what she now believes is some form of ongoing E.T. contact - was no longer an option. And because it seems that the world at large has moved to a more enlightened attitude towards ‘abductees’ or ‘experiencers’ who have experienced and gone through this high strangeness, loosely called ‘alien contact’, McAdam now thinks that the time is ripe to reveal her story.
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Phantoms in the Night or ETs?: My Lifelong Experience of Contact with the Paranormal - Aug 25, 2023
https://blogtalkradio.com/starzcast
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metal-cn · 8 months
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米人、イランからの数人、ガラ解放なるか?
裏系のルートか?意識しているのは、当然に、北にだ捕された、キング氏である。ただし、ラオスルートは依然として有効と本ブログは、考える。
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dreamlandradio · 2 years
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The Messengers: Owls, Synchronicities, And Alien Abduction With Mike Clelland
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samanthamulder · 9 months
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THE X-FILES (1993-2018)
SEASON THREE — Don’t you see, Mulder? You’re doing their work for them. You’re chasing aliens that aren’t there, helping them to create a story to cover the shameful truth. And what they can’t cover, they apologize for. Apology has become policy.
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weaver-z · 2 years
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I joined a new age magic server out of boredom/curiosity last night, and no joke, an "empath" there told me my aura was pitch black and spiritually upsetting. It is the funniest thing someone has ever described to me.
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Intergalactic Abductees: Tubbo (1)
Word Count: 1,016
TW's: Unintentional Fearplay, Intentional Fearplay, Violence, Injury, Mentions of Abduction, Fear of Death, Profanity, Referring To A Person As An "It"
Characters: C!Ranboo, C!Tubbo
Summary: Tubbo is surrounded by aliens that don't speak his language and are intent on doing away with him. To make matters worse, he's been thrown to a cell with yet another bizarre creature. But maybe this one's different.
Giant aliens, giant aliens, giant aliens, giant aliens, giant aliens, giant-
Hours spent fearing for his life had left Tubbo utterly exhausted. In lieu of terror, awkwardness had begun to settle in. The black and white creature seemed intent on remaining silent. Even if it did talk, Tubbo was willing to bet that it didn't speak English.
If the other aliens weren't such dicks to him, Tubbo might have assumed he was one of them. Sure, it didn't look like the demonic beasts that dragged him off-planet but he didn't really have a big frame of reference when it came to these guys. All he knew was that anything that big with that many predatory attributes couldn't possibly be friendly.
But this one was curious.
In all the time he'd spent sitting on the floor across from it, the monster with short antlers hadn't so much as made a move for him. If anything it, it seemed to scooch a little further into the corner every time Tubbo so much as glanced in its direction.
Sometimes Tubbo could feel its dual-toned eyes on him but every time he tried to meet its gaze, the alien's attention would snap elsewhere, wiry tail wrapping tighter around its ankle.
No matter how tired he was, he couldn't allow himself to nod off. Not when this thing could pull a 180 on him at any second. And yet, the lull of sleep was calling to him. His head bobbed as the weight of exhaustion hung heavy on him.
He got no warning before vertigo took hold of him. He let out a strangled gasp as he was unceremoniously flung across the floor. Warmth prickled against his skin. Dumbfounded, all he could do was stare at the leathery tail coiled around his waist. The alien didn't so much as spare him a glance, keeping Tubbo trapped in its shadow.
He never got the chance to so much as try to escape before the metal door slid open. The blood drained from his face. He held his breath as footsteps shook the floor with an eerily steady rhythm. A voice like nails on a chalkboard barked out a phrase in the same, grating language all of those giant creatures seemed to speak.
The being in front of him blocked Tubbo's view of the visitors but he didn't need to see them to know these were the same creatures that had taken him away in the first place.
The black and white alien mumbled something Tubbo didn't understand. Though its voice was raw, it somehow had the smoothest cadence of anyone he had yet to encounter. He opted to remain silent as they exchanged words. It wasn't long before one of the newcomers let out a hardy laugh.
There was a splash followed by a whining hiss, the tail tightening around Tubbo to a nearly painful degree before loosening a touch. As though it had abruptly remembered he was there.
The unwelcome guests laughed once more before the door slammed shut. There was a brief pause before the tail went slack all at once. Tubbo took the opportunity to escape from the corner. Even as the creature's pointed ears twitched to follow his every move, it made no attempts to grab him.
It seemed too preoccupied holding trembling hands to its face. Whisps of curly, white steam leaked from between its fingers. A muffled cry of pain brought a strange twinge of pain to Tubbo's chest. A shallow dish of liquid had been left on the floor.
Was that what had hurt him? Tubbo's curiosity got the best of him. He slowly approached the dish. Odorless and crystal clear. He tapped a pinky to its surface, expecting some sort of excruciating pain or for his skin to melt right off the bone.
But there was nothing.
The creature gradually lowered its hands. Splatters of navy blue painted the thin sheen of fur on its face. Upon finding Tubbo perched on the edge of the dish, it let out a sharp gasp. A hesitant hand stained with the same blue markings reached for him.
Tubbo gathered a scoop of the liquid in cupped hands, ignoring the alien's chirp of distress.
He took a wary sip. Water. The stuff was just water. He took in a few much needed swallows. It took all his willpower not to dive in and drain the whole bowl. He hadn't had a drink since he'd been taken. Prime knows how long ago that was.
He slid off the dish to find the alien staring at him in a mix of abject horror and astonishment. Tubbo took a step towards it and it immediately scrambled backwards, pressing itself flat against the wall.
Tubbo paused in confusion. Fearful, mismatched eyes darted back and forth between his face and his hands. He hesitated before wiping his hands on the pants of his ragged uniform before holding them up placatingly.
The alien didn't seem all too trusting but cautiously eased back into its original sitting position.
Tubbo approached it carefully with his hands in plain view. The ragged rise and fall of the creature's chest had plateaued as its breathing grew steady. Tubbo watched it carefully as he stood inches away from it. Right within reach. It still didn't try to swipe at him.
It had gone stiff as a stature. Like Tubbo had Medusa's gaze. The instant he reached for its hand, the creature yanked its hand back flush against its chest. Its eyes went wide in alarm. The human let out an incredulous scoff.
"And here I was thinking you were going to kill me," he mumbled. The creature only tilted its head like a confused puppy. "You're just a softie."
Perhaps there had been an unspoken truce between them since he'd been thrown into that tiny cell but this creature had gone through the effort to keep him out of the others' lines of sight.
Maybe Tubbo's death wasn't as set in stone as he thought. Of course, he didn't expect this thing to protect him forever but for the time being, this arrangement might just work out in his favor.
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This au is gigantic (no pun intended) I'm praying y'all like it because I have so much content to post from it.
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nachosncheezies · 4 months
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I can't find the post where you've rambled about Kurt Crawford before! Please ramble to me about Kurt Crawford!
Hi hello and thank you for your patience as I answer this one month to the day from when you sent it!!!! 🙈 oops
The Crawfords was my original answer to @perpetually-weirdening's question "what character do you wish we learned more about" but I'm so happy to expand on that, I have a lot of feelings!!! xD
The thing about the Kurt Crawfords is that (unless I'm forgetting something big) they're the first clones we've seen that are explicitly said to be the progeny of abductees/the MUFON women. We've met other clones before including the Samanthas in Colony/End Game but those were rogues trying to figure out how to hybridize themselves into some kind of genetic variability that would let them look different and blend in. (they used discarded tissue from abortion clinics rather than stolen ova) The bounty hunter was after them for simply existing outside The Project.
The Crawfords are different. They're part of The Project. The first one that Mulder and Scully meet is the one they track down after finding someone is remotely copying Betsy Hagopian's computer files. This Crawford claims to be a member of Betsy's MUFON chapter, and he tells them there's a conspiracy to cover up the women's deaths. He leads them to Penny Northern, who (unfortunately) directs Scully to Dr Scanlon and her first attempt at treatment. The bounty hunter comes for Crawford #1 in Betsy's basement the minute Mulder steps away.
Crawford #2 turns up at the fertility clinic where Betsy and some of the others had been treated. This Crawford is dressed differently but Mulder doesn't know yet that there's more than one, and accuses him of having run off with the files they'd been working on in Betsy's basement. Between them and the Gunmen, they track down Scully's name in a research lab directory, which leads them to data on the branched DNA they'd already identified after Scully's abduction. But if someone's looking at this as a possible cause for her illness, maybe they're also looking for a cure, so the Gunmen help Mulder break into the Lombard facility where he finds a whole room of Kurt Crawfords.
And this is where IMO it gets so complicated and so bittersweet and so REAL. We learn very little about the Crawfords in the few minutes Mulder is with them but what we do learn is pretty significant for something that's never really talked about again. They recognize Mulder, they welcome him. They lead him straight to the drawer containing Scully's stolen ova (the first time we learn what the project did to her when she was abducted). They tell him how they were harvested, that the radiation used in that procedure caused her (and the MUFON women's) cancer. They tell him that the men who are claiming to treat this rare cancer are the same ones that caused it, that those men are actually working to hasten the women's deaths.
But!!!! what gets me most is this exchange:
Mulder: You're trying to save them. Crawford: They're our mothers.
What a thing to think, to feel, to say. The Crawfords came from fucked up circumstances and they're not really human. They're complicit in perpetuating it all by making more of themselves, but this is their life cycle, this is their job, this is what they know. From what we're shown we have no reason to believe that any of them has ever experienced what it is to have a mother in any sense other than a genetic donor. They're grown in tanks from tampered genetic material taken from tampered women without either party giving consent.
But they recognize that they owe their existence to these human women, who were violated and now suffer and die for it. And in those very few words he says: they don't want that. They recognize it's wrong. They're trying to stop it. (They are risking their lives; their subversion sends the bounty hunter after them.) It's their chance at redemption for the crime of being alive and that alone is painfully human.
They want Mulder and Scully to know the truth. The fact that they lead Mulder directly to where Scully's stolen ova are kept. That they let him take from that drawer without comment. They let him take the truth in his hand, surely aware that he might return it to her. (I like to think they hoped he would.) Because she, and the other women, are their mothers.
IMO one of the biggest elephants in the room for this whole show, although we don't learn about her until well after this, is Emily. How many others like her might there be? It's fucking TRAGIC to think about. But she's not the only thing to come from those stolen ova. The Crawfords are not the children Scully or any of the other MUFON women wanted. But they exist. They are grateful, in whatever way a hybrid clone can be. They recognize the sacrifice and suffering that brought them to life. They are doing what they can, in their own way, to set it right. Because to them, those are their mothers.
Knowing about the Crawfords and their subversion of The Project could never undo what was done to Scully or the others. But as gross and shocking a revelation it would be to know that inhuman things are being made in place of the children they can never have, what the Crawfords show us is that not everything that came from those violations are tragedies in the way of Emily and any other children like her. I wonder if it might have been a comfort for Scully to know that out of one of the worst things to ever happen to the abducted women, These Men Who Would Create a Life Whose Only Hope Is To Die have also accidentally created lives whose greatest hope is to save people, to save her and others like her. That these inhuman children the women never wanted have somehow grown to have a sense of empathy, a sense of justice, a moral compass, a desire to do what's right. Things a mother would want for her children, things a mother could be proud of. That they may not be human, they may not know what it is to be children, but they know that somewhere out there they have mothers, and they care.
I wonder if Mulder ever told Scully. I hope someday he did.
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Travis Walton and Mike Rogers talk about their 1975 UFO encounter near Snowflake, Arizona
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mostunwantedfbi · 4 days
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@creatureshrieks liked for a starter (for Laurie!)
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"Psst, hey." Mulder muttered, motioning for Laurie to lean a little closer to him, "Is it true? They've got aliens here?"
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dylandoesart · 3 months
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A screenshot study from Fire in the Sky (1993)
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tuulikki · 4 months
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Freud may well have been the first to discover that crating a theory or having an explanation for current problems or distress can be comforting for many: it's a way to make sense of apparently random pain. It's generally why people seek psychotherapy today - not just because they want to get rid of symptoms, whether panic attacks or compulsive behaviors or depression, but they want to know why they're having these problems in the first place. Understanding the reasons for our emotions—and creating an explanatory narrative—is, for many of us, very important.
But are the explanations we come up with correct? Do we feel depressed or have bad dreams or fail at life tasks because we were emotionally abused by our parents? Or—as Freud initially claimed and as many psychotherapists still believe—because we were sexually abused as children? Or because we've been denied access to our hybrid alien children? Depending on the book we're reading or the guests on the talk show we're currently watching, we can choose from countless ways to reframe, reconceptualize, and understand our past. But are any of them right?
They psychiatrist and psychoanalysts Donald Spence brilliantly addressed this topic in his book Narrative Truth & Historical Truth. The narrative structures we impose on our lives, either in therapy or on our own, are, unsurprisingly not always accurate: they reflect our preexisting beliefs, biases, and prejudices, including ones we may not know we even have. "Believing that the narratives we create to explain our distress accurately reflect reality is both optimistic and naive." The idea that the patient is an unbiased reporter of their experiences and the therapist an unbiased listener, and that together they are engaged in an archaeological exploration expedition of the past, runs counter to everything memory researchers know about the malleable, unstable nature of memory and especially about the way our memories are altered by our expectations and feelings.
But Spence also argues that the validity of our conclusions—the historical truth of our explanations—is irrelevant. The important question is: Do our beliefs have narrative truth? Do they provide us with meaning and value? When people believe they were abducted by aliens does this help them to understand perplexing or upsetting aspects of their lives? If so, the explanation is going to be persuasive, satisfying, and resistant to argument.
—Susan A. Clancy, Abducted
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borderlinebelle · 8 months
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“Bitch …”📱🔄👂🏽💅🏽 “We’re finally getting out of here.”
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