With love, from Ancient Sumer and The Greys

Okay, so I'm not really a big fan of this "we are not alone in this universe" mania but the innumerable accounts (bogus or fact) of sightings, abductions and ancient proofs might have probably proven such existence. So, are we alone in this immeasurable space of dark matter and flaming clouds? I don't know for sure although I think Giorgio Tsoukalos can debate me (with a 90% chance of winning) otherwise.

My nephew has finally arrived at that very stage of human development where one of the primal questions in life is "Where do I come from?". My nephew is 3 years old (and named after the god of lightning, Zeus). Though I might have tried my very best to repress my cousin's (Zeus' mother) answer, which was in one way or another very close to the scientific explanation of conception with a twang of fairytale, but really, asking our parents where we come from is just the beginning of perhaps volumes and volumes of encyclopedic questions about WHERE we really originated.

Forgive me if I'm straying out of the scientific context of human conception in this entry. It's just that... Tsoukalos' hair is just awe-inspiring.

In Erich Von Daniken's Chariot of the gods and basically the whole 4 seasons of History channel's Ancient Aliens, the popular, if not, most unorthodoxically accepted, answer to the very question of where everything in this rock of an Earth came from is in fact from our "space brothers". Gods, they were thought to have been called by ancient Sumerians, The Greys with a very distinctive triangular-close-to-circular shape of head and 2 huge almond-like eyes. Yes, my friends, these very aliens are believed (more like conspired) to have been the very source of human existence. Makes sense really. Although the whole thing might, in a way, rule out numerous Biblical information but, what if? What if those so-called angels with  glaring wings from the old testament were symbolically construed space suits or the "rain of fire" terminating the Deuterocanonical cities of Sodom and Gamorrah was in fact a nuclear airstrike from supreme space beings? Don't get me wrong, I am a believer of the Spiritual Faith, but what with all these (literally) out-of-this-world explanations rooting from the over-analyzation of ancient texts, biblical sources, hieroglyphs and what-nots, it can certainly shake opinions and emerge questions about human existence.

Ancient aliens genetically bio-engineering their very own DNAs (or whatever they have) to samples and samples of specimens in their glowing petri dishes to create the perfect being. And might I add, beings in their own image and likeness. Boom! Now I sound like Tsoukalos! If you have been watching Ancient Aliens, you might have probably heard the previous lines in 2 out of the total number of episodes in each seasons. That the very creator of our planet are close-to-extinct spacelings in the hopes of perpetuating their lives (or new ones) in a world capable of sustaining life. And so, fast forward to a million years, their very creations built them temples of sacrifices and send them messages through land markings to appease them, honor them and worship them. The sky gods of the ancient worlds. The masters of Giza, Teotihuacan, Nazca, Niniveh, Sumeria. All once believed as ridiculous and irrational are now known (and in some ways, accepted) theories of Earth's origin.

But I say those so-called ancient aliens are just us. Yup, travelling back in time to make history more interesting. Space gray humanoids with huge heads and 2 huge eyes, sounds very much like a human space suit to me *shrug*. meh

So where do we come from? Spermatozoa, evolved chimpanzee, some guy's rib, clay baked over a mythological titan's oven, flock of storks, an alien species from Mars, or a selfless and pure being we all call by different names, should it  even matter? If we'd eventually know the very truth, satisfying as it might sound, what happens after then?

Exactly.

We are sentient beings, capable of cognition. Our capabilities are endless, thus, we evolve. Our mortality is a gift and so we thrive to live out the very fabric of our existence in search for truth and further truth.

Where do we come from? I think it's all better to leave the question hanging.

Besides, it's more fun that way.

Writing under the influence: Monologue of the sober and the not so...

Just because...

Everything’s so loud right now. Holy fvcking sh1t! Did the Radioman just say “bloodbath?” I didn’t know they’re allowed to say that on the airwaves?

Why is the clock ticking so loud?

So when else can I hear the drum and bugle corps play at 4:31am?

Jimi Hendrix? Is that you whispering in my right ear? “This is our decision, to live fast and die young”?

The cocks have crow three times now. I hear a dialtone, a radio! So that’s where it’s from!

Should I even dare counting the kukadoodledoos?

When I turn off the lights should I be scared or should I be proud, 4:35 am!

Filtering.

I can’t even hear my father snore? There it is, my favorite rock-a-bye. I can almost picture my morning.

To the old gods and the new, please let me dream of Jim Morrison?

G’nyt!

try travelling without taking pictures...

the strongest woman in the world is indeed Queen Amidala

Senator Padme, technically.

the promises she heard from the then Jedi Warrior she bore her Jedi kids with were all bogus.

"i will not bend i will not break."

but then she stood strong and firm.

"youre going down a path i cannot follow"

probably the bravest line youll ever tell someone you love.

you see, when ambitions consume you, once you get anchored within that vehemently seductive belly of the beast, there's still a way out, the question is, do you want a way out?

"i always wanted to go to Cambodia. plant Cannabis Sativa, literally on a pot. collect the sand from every beach i soak in. read my favorite book on a hammock at 530 in the morning (when Venus is most visible). get bitten by an insect and end up in a hospital. live in a hut. clean it every week. be a vegetarian. breath the most virgin of breezes. get away with stealing a mango fruit from an untrespassable property. plant a whole plantation of Suriguelas (Sinaguelas..basta kanang color violet kung hinog then green kung dili pa hinog). fly my own kite on a rice field. sew my own clothes from used curtains. i want to be free from the hassles and pleasures of the city...away from mediocrity.

raise little Jedi knights and name one Becky ♥."

try travelling without taking pictures, perhaps it would be more memorable that way.

but the Jedi Warrior wants otherwise.

"Anakin wants power. charisma. dictatorship. the Millennium falcon. to free his mother. save practically everyone he loves. save me and perhaps the future with the little padawans."

but it is he who is in danger. 
and so i add..

"Youre going down a path i cannot follow. i will stay right here, in case you decide to come back."

but then again, it took about a 5-second force choke to eventually kill her during child (technically, children) birth...

Anakin protected her from a fallacious prophecy of death by turning into the Dark side...not knowing it was he who fulfilled that very prophecy...