Alien Report On Human Species

Alien Report On Human Species - It's A Mess

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As an alien anthropologist, I thought I had seen it all.

I now know there is more to see. I guess humans would call it a dreadful day.

I am not clear why the convergence of events should surprise me. I have witnessed the human species throughout time, and they have a habit of making the same mistake hurting themselves and each other in every conceivable way.

I confess most worlds are not like this. Beings are "individuals" interconnected in various forms of community. Even on my planet near the Seven Sisters, we knew if we did not all work together, the unintended consequences could threaten the species' survival.

It is difficult to remember details of what happened during the day. This was not difficult for the evening.

My first memory was of a man. He was quite ordinary. In his eyes, I saw a burden and fatigue. I could read his mind, a helpful skill in my line of work.

The man had a clear mission. He wished to understand why his species, including himself, hurt themselves and others. 

A soon-to-be father had been in a nontraditional relationship that had faded away. The life coming to be was clear in his mind. He felt joy. An agreement in a previous life had been made. He was to give this gift of a being to benefit all to a member of the human species with a good heart who spoke in an unknown tongue he had never heard. I believe the man was confused as to why events had intersected as they had.

The man followed the contract as agreed. He did not understand it. He could be distressed about the singular uniqueness of this life mission.

I will be honest. The man looked tired and weary of life. His life had been good. He felt complete. He understood the limitations of being human. He knew the path beyond these limits. His entire life had been about breaking limits, discovering new spaces. He traveled outside and inside on his journeys.

Early in life, he realized the possibility of understanding others of his species and himself was limited. He had searched for what beings were all said to have, which was a "self" or "fixed identity." He searched inside for many years but never found this "self." He questioned if he existed, but he kept this to himself.

Life felt more like a dream. He kept this to himself. On this planet, people were taken away by white-suited mental hygiene units.  Those targeted were the ones who thought for themselves or questioned the norms. They were taken to detainment camps. The man was not stupid. He pretended to be "normal."

The man also realized the need to look for beings who understood what he was unaware of or lacked clear understanding. The mission was complicated. Somehow a dear friend was found in the mix. The man found he had been in a relationship of three, not two.

He still, at first, was not bothered. He respected this caucasian friend like a brother. He knew this friend understood many things better than himself. He found his experience quickly changed.

The conversation became a funhouse of mirrors. The friend suddenly appeared in a Ronald McDonald outfit and on the front in bold red letters that blinked red and said, "Teacher." 

Now the man understood the need for teachers. He had spent his life traveling across the world seeking out authentic teachers. Everyone's teachers were different, manifest in whatever way necessary to awaken beings and teach them The Path of Love and Not Hurting.

The man felt happy this being was helping others, guiding them on the path of love. The man's experience of who we will call Ronald was radically different than he had experienced.

A sign on the wall read DIVINATIONS. The man said he was a teacher and divination master. The man thought terrific. Ronald, not being asked, began sharing divinations about an unrelated woman, the man, the mission he was on. The main grew tired of unasked for divinations, which, in general, he did not rely on as a guide. It was not his path, but he knew other's paths were different, and he respected all without judgment.

The man slightly raised a question about validity, and Ronald told the man he also spoke to the Gods.

The man's face showed me he felt awkward. I then read his mind. The man thought. If a man tells you he speaks to the Gods, it ends a conversation. The two possibilities he saw were not pleasing. He could blindly accept what the teacher said. He could be critical and question these conversations of the Gods to find a way of determining validity. By the tone of Ronald's voice, the man knew this might not be a good idea. 

The man had no idea if the man spoke to the Gods. The man still trusted Ronald, and he was growing tired of the conversation. It was late.

The man left the funhouse confused. The man had come to talk to his dear friend about his mission. He did not ask for divinations. He did not want to know about other's divinations.  No one, no teacher, he had said they spoke to the gods.

The man did not need to hear that a significant project with another being ended due to his friend's divination. He did not know he was the teacher of this being we shall call the Innocent Kind One. The man knew not Ronald was a teacher.

The Innocent Kind One contacted him to say she was moving to his home state because of divination. Having little experience of such phenomena, he said nothing other than he would help this being in any way. The man said this to others. Also, he saw this as being kind and generous, which he tries to maintain as his ethics. The man often failed, but he never gives up.

The man understood that all is perfect ultimately. The man knew on the relative level he had faults, flaws, made mistakes, hurt others. He was an ordinary human being. He had been humbled by the dance of human experience.

The man had learned things never appear as they are on the surface. A human would say one thing but do another. The man was aware of his hypocrisy. He was not special, nor did he wish to be. He longed for certain anonymity.

As it dawned on him that Ronald had been in his relationship even before it began, and this had been kept secret, the attachment of the man caused him to feel "hurt."  The man confessed to himself he felt some aversion but saw it for what it was, rendering it a form of diamond-like wisdom. The wisdom within he rarely encountered, and to be honest, the man questioned this as well. He thought it some ego-driven delusion.

The man remembered the Kind Innocent One. Pieces came together. The man then remembered this being saying they were not coming to his home state after all due to another divination. The man thought little of this. The time of the plague was here. He was happy this being would not move in an unsafe time.

The man's path was quite odd. The path to him was somewhat like a circus freak show from another planet with a neon sign above warning, "Enter at your own risk!" The man had nothing to sell to others. The man believed anything forced was a form of violence.

When he spoke with Ronald the first night, Ronald'd divination said the Kind Innocent One should not work with the man. I confess I could tell the man was sad and confused. Ronald was making divinations that changed the behavior and direction of beings in his life. The man still tried not to judge. Anyone could be anything. It was the man's actions that concerned him. He did not wish to hurt others.

The man did not know if Ronald had secret powers. To be honest, did not care. It was not the man's business.

The man tried to reality check with Ronald the next night. He questioned the validity of some of the previous nights unasked for divinations. He was told firmly not to question what the Gods had told Ronald. The man who had zero interest other than Dharma with the Kind Innocent One was told this teacher owned the Kind One. The word  "owned" was not said. The man had this perception but knew he had no means of certainty. He merely felt this while trying to see clearly.

Ronald, who was married, had the integrity to tell his wife of his effort to help the man's mission. What made the man curious was why no one told him. He questioned if divinations were influencing the actions of the being he had a mission to complete. We will call the being in this mission the Unknown One

For the man, the idea he had been in a relationship with Ronald and the Unknown One secretly, right or wrong, left him despondent. The man began to fall into depression. The man became fixated on such concepts as "betrayal." The man understood there is no one to blame, ones suffering is the result of one's actions alone. Despite this, practices were still done to ward off illusory dark forces.

The man found life perplexing. Everything was impermanent, unfixed, and therefore any fixed concepts, anything set, was an error in view. The man had the notion nothing ultimately existed. A teacher of the man he trusted had told him this before. The man then did his investigation and found this to be true.

The miracle the man saw was despite no inherent existed appearances manifested. If nothing exists, how can anything appear? The man soon realized this could not be known through conceptual mind, only through one's direct experience. The brief experience he had he tested for validity. He now had faith in something science has no means to investigate.

The man found this realization a relief, but his realization was not stable, so he suffered. The man did not know if Ronald's words were true or false, but he realized all words were empty.

If Ronald had powers, he did not know, wish to know, did not care. The man offered up the Uknown One to Ronald, who said he was divination master and teacher. Ronald might help where he had failed, and the Unknown One was already involved with Ronald. Why not let go? Give his blessing.

The man owned no one, nor did he wish to. The man did not say Ronald owned anyone. The man was slow regardless. Still, he chose not to think of these types of phenomena.

The man wobbling on the tightrope realized that it was good to respect and love Ronald and the Unknown One, but it was ok for him not to be involved in this energy. He could let this go.

The man's only concern was for Alora. She was innocent. The man being the father, had this right to protect her from these forces he did not know. All he knew was the experience left him greatly depressed.

The man knew human beings in general hurt and destroy. The person you believe will not speak behind your back often will and against you. Some do this unconsciously, others by intention.

The man had this experience when the waves of samsara hit from all sides. His capacity was low. The funhouse divination trip had left him cautious for days.

The man questioned if anything in this world could be trusted as a solid rock. He found all appearances could not be trusted.

The man knew the path ahead would be difficult. It was not personal, but if Ronald had such powers, they left him not empowered, clear, or trusting, only the opposite.

The man wished to hurt no one. He was tired and weary. He wanted to throw away his cell phone and all electronics. The man wanted to be anonymous and left alone with his practice. He committed the greatest sin. He threatened to go off Facebook.

The man tried to do this, but it was not his time. He did not leave the social technologies of his times. He would use them as he tried on his terms. Technology would serve him, not the other way around.

The man knew ethically if his words benefitted one being, he ethically should stay.

In this life, there is no running away. He found it painful but knew it best to face his fears directly.

The man smiled. A glimpse of insight. He let go of the past and was in the present moment with his heart/mind. The illusory man stepped into the future with confidence, and all that was fixed in his mind fell away like shooting stars.

He floated in space, empty yet appearing, realizing this was ordinary and no big deal. The man was no big deal. He found this joyful as all appearances laughed and faded.

The man saw Ronald in his suit with the neon divination sign. The Unknown One was also in spandex with a twinkling sign that said: "Knows All."

The man just happily waved. He was happy someone knew all. He knew one thing. He knew nothing and was content.

As Ronald with the Unknown One entered the funhouse of divinations, the man waved one final time, let go into the union of bliss and emptiness, and finally had a good night's sleep.

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As an alien anthropologist, all was not precisely as the man believed. He suffered more than he could share. He sent a message on Facebook saying he was leaving all electronics and wished contact with no one. He concerned others with this message. He refused to answer the phone or text. He had more afflictions than he realized but overall, the story above, though illusory, was "true enough."

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This report was submitted to central control by Alien Anthropologist 296 on May 27, 2021. These observations on subject 504,329 A were written based on the events May 23-25th when we received an emergency request we investigate. Due to the threat of the subject to leave Facebook and the concern of others. After a period of suffering and confusion, the man climbed out of his hole and began walking the path again with a newfound confidence. I do not believe there is any need for action. Signing out, Alien Anthropologist 296.

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David Arndt 2022

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Artwork Igor Kourany