“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.” — Bible, 1 Corinthians 13:1
Recently I achieved enlightenment.
You know. Sorta.
More or less.
What I’m saying is that for many years now I have engaged in serious study of all things weird and fringe. All things occult and strange. Most people just spin on that hamster wheel forever. Gawking about this or that aspect of the paranormal, wondering how this or that conspiracy theory could be. I never wanted to be one of those guys. You know, an Alex Jones or something just screaming about the same thing over and over again and getting mad. The purpose of questioning is to find answers. Contrary to popular aphorisms, it’s the destination, not the journey that matters. The goal is to get somewhere.
And I have.
I’ve found the answer. At least, I’ve found my answer. I get what it’s all about. I understand. Ghosts, demons, conspiracy theories, the Illuminati, the moon landing, cryptids, flat earth, media deceptions, federal reserve banking…
I get it.
I found what I was looking for.
The exception disproves the rule. I’ve always believed that. The fringes of reality tell you the truth because that is where the rules are tested. That’s where all of our assumptions about what is and what isn’t, what can and what cannot be break down. We are brought up in this world being told all manner of things that are not so. This is true. That isn’t. This is impossible. That’s over there is normal and routine.
It’s not true.
None of it.
As I wrote about here, I was set upon this path because one night long ago I saw an anomaly in the night sky. A UFO you might call it. The thing of it was though, it didn’t feel alien. Already, from the first moment I saw it, I knew it was something else. Something entirely unaccounted for. Our culture mostly thinks aliens and UFOs are stupid but they are at least on paper prepared to be proven wrong about that. But here I was, in real time, discovering that even the fringe explanations provided to us about fringe phenomena were inadequate. I couldn’t explain it then and I can’t do so now, but there was something about whatever we saw that night that wasn’t extraterrestrial. It was… something else. Something weirder than anyone was prepared for. Scientists, Ph.Ds, philosophers and theologians… whatever we saw that night made a mockery of all their worldviews. The culture had laid before me a smorgasbord of acceptable opinions about what was and what wasn’t real, and the thing above me in the air fit into none of them.
They were wrong.
I was fourteen years old and solidly convinced that every single educated man or woman on earth was wrong.
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