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Short Story- An 'Angel' Passing Through: By Adinelle Ggreeo
We have this saying from back in the day, for when a room full of people (usually a class full of chatty students) all of a sudden go completely quiet for a few seconds.
'An Angel just passed through!' someone would jokingly say, breaking the silence.
It's a soothing thought.
Claire, unfortunately, finds out the hard way that it's anything but an angel.
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It was a regular day for the girls of class 3-A at St. Christopher Girls’ Secondary School. It was their English Language period with the well-liked teacher, Mrs Hayes. She was one of the more lenient teachers and let them get away with a little bit more. Like just then. It was fifteen minutes before the bell rang for lunch and instead of trying to cram more knowledge into their brains, she gave them a short worksheet to complete, telling them that she would be collecting them in their next class. The girls of 3-A took the wonderful opportunity given to do the one thing they like most: to talk. While Mrs Hayes took the little time left to start marking some papers, the students’ chatter filled the classroom with a low buzz.
Two girls sat at the back of the class. One with afro hair that she wore in two neat puffs at the top of her head with a navy blue headband as an accessory. The other wore her hair in long braids that she tied up into a ponytail with a blue ribbon. Their names were Claire Baptiste and Kadisha Benedicte. These best friends sat at the back of the class, to the left of the room and right in line with the teacher’s L-shaped desk. They were out of her sight behind two more desks of classmates. Perfect for uninterrupted conversation.
‘Soooo,’ Kadisha drawled, grinning at Claire. ‘I have a new boyfriend! It’s Chey, from the boys’ school. Remember him?’
Claire rolled her eyes, scoffing good-naturedly. She did remember him. She was glad to know her friend’s taste wasn’t totally trash.
‘Yeah,’ she said ‘But isn’t he the third one this month?’
Kadisha looked away, slightly embarrassed, tucking an escaped braid behind her ear.
‘Well, like he’s the fifth,’ she mumbled. ‘But, we went to the mall yesterday and he bought me ice cream!’
Giving her a look, Claire said, ‘We go to the mall and buy each other ice cream all the time. He has to come better than that.’
Kadisha sighed in exasperation.
‘You don’t understand, Claire! We really need to get you a boyfriend!’ ‘Ha! No thanks!’
Kadisha sucked her teeth.
‘Whatever! Anyway, after the ice cream we...,’
Claire nodded along to her friend’s tale while she absentmindedly doodled in the margins of her worksheet. Slightly hypnotised by the squiggles and swirls she was making on the paper, she didn’t realise that Kadisha had stopped talking. Coming back to full awareness but still looking at her worksheet, she realised that it wasn’t just Kadisha that stopped talking. The buzz of chatter in the classroom had ceased. She looked up and jerked in her seat at the sight of her friend’s face. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes round with excitement. Her hands were thrown back and some of her hair was caught between her fingers. Placing her hand over her racing heart, Claire laughed softly.
“Girl, you look so stupid!”
But Kadisha didn’t respond. Actually, she didn’t move at all. Not even a twitch of her lips or fingers. She was still, like a statue. The smile slowly slipped off Claire’s face.
“Kadisha?”
Her friend remained silent.
Feeling slightly unsettled, Claire looked around the classroom. She felt her stomach drop as she took in the stillness. Everyone was frozen, posed awkwardly in their seats, with their hair suspended in the air, pens and pencils frozen in mid-drop and sheets of paper paused in their fluttering from of the tables. Clair, pushed her chair back, wincing at the loud screech of the legs dragging against the terrazzo floor. Even though there seemed to be no one to interrupt, she slowly crept on her tiptoes towards the desk next to theirs.
The closest girl, Zara Crawford, had big round glasses and her frizzy was hair in four ponytails. Her eyes were screwed shut and her hands covered the big smile on her face. Claire poked her at first, then tried to shake her when she didn’t react at all. She tried the same with the next girl, Clara. She didn’t even twitch.
Claire, starting to feel disquieted, scampered around the class, poking, shaking, flicking and pulling hair, trying to get some kind of reaction. Not one person moved. She finally skidded to a stop in front of Mrs Hayes’s desk, catching her breath. Like everyone else, Mrs Hayes was frozen, bent over the papers she was marking. Dashing the papers off the desk and banging on the wood, Claire screamed in her teacher’s face.
“Wake up!”
Like everyone else, she remained as she was.
With dread overtaking her, she slowly backed away. Her attention was drawn to the doorway and while staring at the tree in the plot of grass past the corridor, she realised that she couldn’t hear the rustling of the leaves. Actually, she couldn’t hear anything at all. No birds chirping, no insects chittering, no sounds from the surrounding classrooms. Having a bad feeling, Claire ran out the door, barging into the classroom to the left of hers. Just like her classmates, everyone was still. She ran into the class next to theirs. Same thing. The class at the far end, the same and the form four class across from theirs. All the same.
Gasping and close to tears, she stumbled back to her classroom at a loss for what to do. The whole world it seemed like, was frozen and all the sound was gone. Except for her. Her footsteps and whimpering were uncomfortably loud in the eerie stillness. She reached the door of her classroom, pausing briefly to take in the frozen forms of her classmates, dreading that she had to sit in their stillness. Sniffling, she placed a hand on the doorframe and stepped over the threshold. She never made it past the door.
She had one foot past the threshold. As soon as her shoe touched the floor, Her whole body was locked in place and the world around her began to change. The light blue walls of the classroom, the whiteboard, the lockers and the floor all began to melt, the colours and textures slowly sloughing off and sliding away. In its wake was a ghastly, roiling mass of colours that she’s never seen and a pitch-black darkness. They moved in and out and in between each other, writhing like they were alive.
With their appearance, the sound came back. And what horrible sounds they were. A thick squelching and a ringing that alternated from a high, ear-piercing sound to a low ominous hum. It vibrated around her, torturing her ears, causing goose bumps to rise on her skin and sending her heart into a panic. The strange colours and the darkness seethed around her, seeming to close in on her. Claire wanted to scream, but her lips remained firmly closed. Her eyes, the only part of her that could freely move looked on as the colours and the darkness began to churn faster, converging in the corner of the classroom diagonal to the door. They twisted and turned, the squelching sounds increasing and the ringing lowering to that horrible, low drone. They began to bulge out as if something was pushing on them and horror filled Claire’s heart when she realised that something was trying to come through.
A long black thing pushed through first, dripping with the colours and the darkness. The spindly twigs at the end of it slowly curled into themselves. It was a hand and those twigs were long bony fingers. The rest of the thing came after. Claire could barely comprehend what she was seeing. As it oozed through the rapidly distorting colours and the darkness, It began to grow and grow and grow. There was no ceiling to hinder it. It had no discernible form. There was no head and no face. It kept shifting and twisting into tattered ribbons of black and they swirled around like a mini hurricane. Pale, glowing orbs were embedded in the parts that the ribbons revealed. They moved and rolled around, leaking a thick black substance that flew off to join the rest of its swirling form. They vaguely looked like eyes pouring dark tears. The limb it used to push through into the classroom had disappeared. There was no indication that it even existed. There were no other limbs to be seen. It was a mass of swirling darkness with orbs all over its form and it brought with it such a bone-chilling dread that Claire thought she was dying. The ringing had gone high again, the shrill sound increasing her fear.
It slowly, so slowly began to move away from the corner, making its way between the desks. It did not touch the girls. It didn’t pay them any attention at all. It left a trail of the dark substance in its wake that was absorbed into the colour and darkness that was the floor. Claire watched the thing as it made its way to the front of the class, pausing where the whiteboard was and pulling one of its long, spidery limbs from the confines of its form. It was so close and Claire was so afraid. Desperately, she began to pray.
As if sensing her pleas, the thing whipped around to face her. Its form contorted abnormally and all of its orbs turned to look at her. The high-pitched ringing abruptly stopped and Claire silently sobbed. They both stared at each other for a short while. Then suddenly the thing was right in front of her. It was crouched down, so the place where its face should have been was right in front of hers. There was one big orb embedded there. It was still as it observed her. With her heart trying to beat out of her chest, Claire could only watch as it brought its hand up to her face, one of its skinny fingers held up. It dripped with the strange black liquid. A soft whistling sound filled the air around them. It rose high and loud, assaulting her already hurting ears. Its orb began to glow white hot, so bright. One moment, she was looking into the face of what she thought was death, the next, she was blinded by the expanding glow and knew no more.
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Mrs Hayes softly laughed to herself at the three seconds of silence from the class.
‘An angel passed through,’ she thought, remembering the old saying the adults used to chuckle about when she was a young girl.
Immediately after, a scream pierced the air. It was coming from right outside the class. She shot up from her chair, almost slipping and sliding on some of the papers that were for some reason on the floor. Some of the students followed, their desks and chairs scrapping against the floor as they scrambled out of their seats.
She almost ran her over when she shot out the door.
There was Claire, curled up on the floor right outside the door, still screaming. Her arms were wrapped around her head and she was clawing at her hair, pulling the strands out of their puffs. She knelt by her, trying to gently pry her hands away from her face and head, but her hold was like a vice. Other teachers and students, disturbed by the screaming, had come out to check.
What happened? How did her student who sat at the back of the class end up outside the door? She didn’t see her pass by. And the screaming. It was filled with genuine fear and pain. She could barely hear the other teachers as they tried to talk to her.
Her other students all huddled by the door, some starting to cry and wail at the sight of their classmate. Claire’s seatmate and possibly her good friend had pushed herself to the front of the crowd, trying to reach out to her, but was held back by another teacher who was failing to console her. Her own screaming and crying added to the utter confusion of the situation. Thankfully, someone had gotten the school nurse who arrived with a wheelchair. As the nurse wheeled the still-screaming girl away, Mrs Hayes, with a racing heart and an unnerving feeling about what happened, shook herself and breathed, turning towards her distraught girls.
It looked like lunch would be a bit early that day.
So, a stereotypical extra terrestrial is described as the ‘Grey Alien Species’. You know, big head, huge eyes, pointy chin, tiny nostrils, slit mouth, small body. Am I the only one waiting for alien sightings to start including the description of Ziggy Stardust? You know, red mullet that is somehow insanely attractive, each eye a different, captivating ocean of glory, strikingly long and slender bone structure, smirk that makes ovaries burst.
Patron Saint of Metalfaces
Voyager: The Golden Record
It’s the 1970s, and we’re about to send two spacecraft (Voyager 1 & 2) into space. These two spacecraft will eventually leave our solar system and become the most distant man-made objects…ever. How can we leave our mark on them in the case that other spacefarers find them in the distant future?
The Golden Record.
We placed an ambitious message aboard Voyager 1 and 2, a kind of time capsule, intended to communicate a story of our world to extraterrestrials. The Voyager message is carried by a phonograph record, a 12-inch gold-plated copper disk containing sounds and images selected to portray the diversity of life and culture on Earth.
The Golden Record Cover
The outward facing cover of the golden record carries instructions in case it is ever found. Detailing to its discoverers how to decipher its meaning.
In the upper left-hand corner is an easily recognized drawing of the phonograph record and the stylus carried with it. The stylus is in the correct position to play the record from the beginning. Written around it in binary arithmetic is the correct time of one rotation of the record. The drawing indicates that the record should be played from the outside in.
The information in the upper right-hand portion of the cover is designed to show how the pictures contained on the record are to be constructed from the recorded signals. The top drawing shows the typical signal that occurs at the start of the picture. The picture is made from this signal, which traces the picture as a series of vertical lines, similar to ordinary television. Immediately below shows how these lines are to be drawn vertically, with staggered “interlace” to give the correct picture rendition. Below that is a drawing of an entire picture raster, showing that there are 52 vertical lines in a complete picture.
Immediately below this is a replica of the first picture on the record to permit the recipients to verify that they are decoding the signals correctly. A circle was used in this picture to ensure that the recipients use the correct ratio of horizontal to vertical height in picture reconstruction.
The drawing in the lower left-hand corner of the cover is the pulsar map previously sent as part of the plaques on Pioneers 10 and 11. It shows the location of the solar system with respect to 14 pulsars, whose precise periods are given.
The drawing containing two circles in the lower right-hand corner is a drawing of the hydrogen atom in its two lowest states, with a connecting line and digit 1 to indicate that the time interval associated with the transition from one state to the other is to be used as the fundamental time scale, both for the time given on the cover and in the decoded pictures.
The Contents
The contents of the record were selected for NASA by a committee chaired by Carl Sagan of Cornell University and his associates.
They assembled 115 images and a variety of natural sounds, such as those made by surf, wind and thunder, birds, whales and other animals. To this, they added musical selections from different cultures and eras, and spoken greetings from Earth-people in fifty-five languages, and printed messages from President Carter and U.N. Secretary General Waldheim.
Listen to some of the sounds of the Golden Record on our Soundcloud page:
Golden Record: Greetings to the Universe
Golden Record: Sounds of Earth
Songs from Chuck Berry’s “Johnny B. Goode,” to Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony are included on the golden record. For a complete list of songs, visit: https://voyager.jpl.nasa.gov/golden-record/whats-on-the-record/music/
The 115 images included on the record, encoded in analog form, range from mathematical definitions to humans from around the globe. See the images here: https://voyager.jpl.nasa.gov/golden-record/whats-on-the-record/images/
Making the Golden Record
Many people were instrumental in the design, development and manufacturing of the golden record.
Blank records were provided by the Pyral S.A. of Creteil, France. CBS Records contracted the JVC Cutting Center in Boulder, CO to cut the lacquer masters which were then sent to the James G. Lee Record Processing center in Gardena, CA to cut and gold plate eight Voyager records.
The record is constructed of gold-plated copper and is 12 inches in diameter. The record’s cover is aluminum and electroplated upon it is an ultra-pure sample of the isotope uranium-238. Uranium-238 has a half-life of 4.468 billion years.
Learn more about the golden record HERE.
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Interwoven
Like a giant pink warship, the Rosy Frigate punctuates the endless sea of tendrils. It hosts a crew of disk-shaped ravenous eating-machines called orbics. It is the orbics’ duty to keep the creeping tendrils from strangling and overtaking their home. Fading daylight signals their departure from the safe cluster beneath their giant companion to begin the night’s work of clearing new growth in the near vicinity. Each orbic can consume half its body weight in tube-carpet flesh every night, ensuring they will always have a place to return to at dawn. A Dwarf Blue Cortina observes the melee in confusion. Anything larger than an orbic will send it leaping away for cover, as its curiosity is matched only by its caution. The stoic quartet of Reponos standing solemnly in the background is incapable of seeing or hearing the events taking place nearby. Their role in this ecosystem turns out to be rather bizarre…
World Eater
In the murky ponds on the floor of the Glow Forest lives a surprisingly diverse community adapted to the near total darkness. Decaying organic material releases methane gas which is harnessed by towers of colonial microorganisms. Upon this bedrock of the food chain, a plethora of creatures creep and crawl about their daily lives while trying to avoid the pond’s top predator - a massive leviathan blindly devouring everything in its path.
Life in the Low Forest
A relatively dry and sunny climate favors some types of forest over others. The tangled matrix of the fast-growing tube carpet forms the floor along the majority of this habitat. It grows so quickly that other species of photosynthetic creatures find it advantageous to be more mobile, lest they be crowded out and overtaken. The scarcity of water combined with the tendency towards mobility versus upward growth means this forest is relatively short in height - hence its name. There is a rich and varied food web here, with many organisms feeding on the tube carpet, keeping its ravenous growth in check. It also offers a complex labyrinth in which to hide from the many predators working tirelessly for their next meal.
Life in the Dark
In the murky blackness of the deep sea, creatures are spread out over immense distances. To find each other, many use biologically-generated light. But what appears to be a potential mate might instead be a lurking predator.
Pelagic predator pen sketch. More on this soon.
Veteris-42820 C
Finally a planet to house (most of) the creatures I've designed so far. A terrestrial planet with about 2/3 the mass of Earth, it orbits its K-type star, Veteris, within the habitable zone. This system is around 8 billion years old - about twice that of ours, hence the name Veteris, which is Latin for "old". It sits at the outskirts of the nebula behind it, which will still be busy birthing star systems for billions of years to come. Veteris is a good analog for earth- it has a similar chemical composition (including its atmosphere, which is slightly more dense - at about 1.5 atm) so it's a good place to begin our journey.
Alien oc based off worm on a string
No but seriously, their capacious fur have me flinged to oblivion itself
Pretty much my childhood in a nutshell.
different ufos seen throughout the world
.the truth is out there
FAUAP : KR2-UFOLRG73
This photo, taken in Seoul in 1973, offers a view of the city's bustling downtown and residential complexes. Hovering in the sky is a UAP, appearing to be in motion and captured from a close distance, presumably from a hill. The photographer's identity remains unknown.
What makes the photo stand out is the enigmatic green light seen on a distant ridge. This light, often reported at locations separate from the UAP sightings, is notably present in this picture as well. Whether this light results from the UAP's interaction with the ground or from some form of detection remains speculative.
Captured around midday, the UAP displays a distinct disc shape. The upper part is visibly solid, while the lower part shows a grooved design along the disc. Within the grooves, an element that appears to emit something can be seen. At the base, landing gear, potentially used for touchdown, is visible.
From the motion blur in the photograph, it can be inferred that the photographer had to move the camera to keep the UAP within the frame. This detail, along with the unique characteristics of the UAP and the mysterious green light, add layers of intrigue to this piece of historical photographic evidence.
FAUAP : JP3-IRW-UFO9D9
The picture presents a beach scene in Japan with a metallic UAP hovering close to the waves. The UAP, looks white and of a size comparable to a small vehicle, exhibits intriguing features such as an observation device protruding from its underside and a repossessed structure on top. There's speculation that this might just be a drone made by some Japanese engineer. The film used is an old model. It's possible that the image was taken recently using an old camera, but this theory is contradicted by the path of the leak and the time recorded at the time of the leak. This discrepancy makes it difficult to precisely determine when the photograph was taken, although it's believed to be from the mid-90s.
FAUAP : AR5-ZEE-N959
This photograph, captured in September 1995, depicts a rural scene in northern Europe. Visible in the distance are several farm buildings. A small forest is present closer to the viewer, while mountains appear on either side of the scene. The picture was taken using a Kodak Ektar 100 film. What distinguishes this image from a typical landscape photograph is the presence of an unidentified aerial phenomenon (UAP) in the sky above the scene. The UAP appears stationary and is of a discernible, aerodynamic shape. It is set against a clear sky, with an array of light rays extending from or towards it. Some observers have speculated that the rays could be the result of a trick of the light or some form of photographic manipulation, such as the use of glass plates or paint. However, these theories are questionable given the properties of the photograph. The Kodak Ektar 100 film used is renowned for its fine grain and high-resolution output. Any form of manipulation would likely have caused inconsistencies in resolution, which are not evident in the image. Therefore, based on the evidence in the photograph, it appears that neither the UAP nor the mysterious light rays are the result of photographic trickery. This adds a level of mystery and intrigue to the photograph and invites further examination and interpretation.
FAUAP : KZ1-UFOM8B88
The photograph, captured in the early evening over a small town in Kazakhstan, features a massive unidentified aerial phenomenon (UAP) suspended in the sky. The UAP, nearly the size of a mother ship and shaped like a flat rugby ball, has an enigmatic strip of detail, which the photographer described as an opening from which smaller objects emerged. This UAP, according to the leaked reports, was completely invisible from beneath, leading to questions about potential advanced cloaking technology. The timing of the UAP's appearance, considering Kazakhstan's historical role as a nuclear power, instigates further speculation about its origins and purpose. The photographer, known as Borat, was a chef at a local hotel situated amidst the high mountains. His hobby of capturing sunset scenes from high altitudes led to this unusual snapshot. However, instead of releasing this extraordinary photograph, Borat chose a different path. With the promise of a significant monetary compensation, he agreed not to leak the photograph. The agreement included a clause that required Borat and his family to immigrate to Turkmenistan, another Turkic-speaking country. This move, while providing a significant lifestyle change for Borat and his family, also ensured the photograph remained classified for many years. It was only when the related report leaked recently that the existence of this unique photograph came to light. This revelation stirred public interest, further adding layers of intrigue and speculation around this UAP and its untold narrative.
FAUAP : AV4-DFUFO6G95
The image, captured by an aviator at a significant altitude, features a UAP bearing a characteristic flat disk shape. The most notable elements are the two light sources below the UAP, creating an impressive glow against the vast sky. Above the UAP, a spatial distortion manifests as a haze, adding an extra layer of intrigue to the scene. Under the sunlight's illumination, the UAP exhibits a reflective quality, making it appear as if composed of smooth metal. This feature, along with the overall design, becomes strikingly clear in the high-quality picture, implying the possible existence of advanced technology. This photograph remained hidden from public view until the data from the promptyper was leaked. The image, originally preserved as film, was printed for digital archiving by the promptyper, before being digitally scanned. The later leak of this data introduced this intriguing photograph into public knowledge, sparking speculation and excitement around its origins and implications.
FARAS-1947 : The Roswell Descendants and Their Message from 1947
Date: August 14, 1947
This report synthesizes the extraterrestrial Descendants' narrative concerning the past, present, and future of human civilization, their own development, technological advancements, and the predicaments they face. Their revelations illuminate a startling trajectory of human evolution and transformation.
Historical Disclosure:
The beings narrated a tale of humanity that stretches far beyond our current understanding. They spoke of a unified global government that, after a period of prosperity and crises, ushered humanity into a prolonged era of peace. During this period, humanity embarked on a path of self-evolution and cosmic colonization, spreading across the cosmos in pursuit of sustainable prosperity.
Stagnation and Despair:
Intervention in Time:
In a bid to further advance their civilization, they came up with an audacious idea—to intervene in their past and direct their own evolution. While this idea seemed preposterous, they soon discovered that they had already intervened in their timeline, thousands of years in the past. In essence, they were set to undertake a mission they had already completed, and the effects of which they were already experiencing.
Acceptance and Persistence:
Recognizing their inability to control the past, present, and future completely, they conceded to the inescapability of certain aspects of their existence. However, they remained active agents, carrying out their mission in line with several protocols. These included minimizing their exposure to beings of the past and ensuring the beneficial influence on their lives. The most critical protocol was the prohibition of disclosing future events to the past.
Current Scenario:
The beings' revelations fundamentally challenge our understanding of time, free will, and our place in the cosmos. This information, though perplexing and disruptive, presents an opportunity to reassess our perspectives on life, existence, and the universe. The question of how we navigate this newfound knowledge is a complex task that requires a careful, interdisciplinary approach that balances scientific inquiry, philosophical understanding, and ethical considerations.
Quantum Blueprint of Universal Knowledge:
The extraterrestrial entities, survivors of the Roswell crash, expressed a key motive for their mission - to pass on their consolidated knowledge of the universe to humanity. However, they did not intend to hand over this information readily. They presented a set of conditions before the disclosure of this knowledge. They have encrypted all the knowledge they intended to impart into a string of digital characters, a code, to be precise. This code could only be deciphered when humanity has successfully constructed a basic quantum computer and has navigated through several crises to form a united global government.
They gave the officer in charge something like a compact disc that they had been making in advance, and the instructions that told him how to decrypt and operate it were elaborated directly on paper.
The extraterrestrials underlined the significance of these conditions - they would inevitably lead to human unification and collaboration, steering clear of destructive wars. They confessed that they were already aware of the dazzling progress that humanity had made over the past centuries, thanks to this knowledge. However, they also admitted the disappointment and despair they faced when realizing there was nothing left to accomplish.
Expressing regret over the inability to encounter other alien life forms and the laxity of their information security protocols as a consequence, the extraterrestrial beings started to deteriorate one by one. Their lifespan was limited by their bio-suits, and as the end neared, they accepted their fate with solemn grace.
As they began to fade, they left behind the encrypted knowledge, a testament to their existence and a beacon for human advancement. Even in the face of death, their faith in humanity’s potential to grow and evolve was unwavering, their legacy and the mission of knowledge transfer was proof of this belief.
The person who obtained this information, which was leaked during the digitization of the archives associated with the Apollo program, left some notes. "If you look closely at the records leaked through PROMPTYPER ®, you can assume that somewhere underground in Area 51 is something like a little compact disc with this cosmic knowledge. But it's just an interesting inference. There's no telling if it's really there, or if it' There could be a few insignificant spaceships, a bio suit worn by aliens, and so on. Where the important disk is located seems to be classified as the most important information. The whereabouts of it are unknown." "We are unable to disclose the full text of this report format document, so we have asked GPT for a summary. I hope you enjoyed reading it."
OC art that I’m REALLY proud of I love her
Janelle Monae dropped her song Turntables from the upcoming Amazon Original Movie “All In: The Fight for Democracy"
no >:3
Humans Are Crazy
Aliens have such different gender and biology from humans that none of them menstruate. So imagine this.
Alien: Human Steve, why did I find blood on the lavatory floor?
Steve: Oh, that's just Karen.
Alien: What??
Steve: Human females bleed from their reproductive organs once every month for five to seven days.
Alien: wHAT?!
Steve, calmly: Yeah, they can lose enough blood in a lifetime to kill ten grown men.
Alien: WHaT ?!?!
Karen, walking in: Steve, I need A FUCKING break. And chocolate. And a heating pad. I'll be in my sleeping quarters. Also, I threw up.
Steve: Okay, take the day off, I'll bring you your stuff in a bit.
Alien: *jots down in notebook* Human females are indestructible and fearsome. Regard them with respect.
EDIT: I swear, if this is the thing that makes me Tumblr famous, I’m gonna blow a braincell. And I don’t have many of those left, so…
Edit 2: Guys. Guys. What?! My grumpy menstrual rant is in no way worthy of being tumblr famous. *is mildly to severely confused/thankful/bumfuddled*
Edit 3: Why is this still getting notes wtf
Edit 4: STOP REBLOGING THISSSSSS
The Extraterrestrials of Vrillon
The recording of the voice of Vrillon
Refers to a mysterious broadcast interruption that occurred on November 26, 1977, in southern England. At around 5:10 PM, during a news program on Southern Television, a strange voice—metallic and echoing—took over the airwaves for nearly six minutes. The entity identified itself as "Vrillon, a representative of the Ashtar Galactic Command"—an alleged extraterrestrial being.
The message was solemn and haunting, warning humanity to abandon its weapons and live in peace, lest we "destroy your world" before entering the "Age of Aquarius."
Transcript of the Vrillon Message:
"This is the voice of Vrillon, a representative of the Ashtar Galactic Command, speaking to you. For many years you have seen us as lights in the skies. We speak to you now in peace and wisdom as we have done to your brothers and sisters all over this, your planet Earth. We come to warn you of the destiny of your race and your world so that you may communicate to your fellow beings the course you must take to avoid the disaster which threatens your world, and the beings on our worlds around you. This is in order that you may share in the great awakening, as the planet passes into the New Age of Aquarius. The New Age can be a time of great peace and evolution for your race, but only if your rulers are made aware of the evil forces that can overshadow their judgments. Be still now and listen, for your chance may not come again. All your weapons of evil must be removed. The time for conflict is now past and the race of which you are a part may proceed to the higher stages of its evolution if you show yourselves worthy to do this. You have but a short time to learn to live together in peace and goodwill. Small groups all over the planet are learning this, and exist to pass on the light of the dawning New Age to you all. You are free to accept or reject their teachings, but only those who learn to live in peace will pass to the higher realms of spiritual evolution. Hear now the voice of Vrillon, a representative of the Ashtar Galactic Command, speaking to you. Be aware also that there are many false prophets and guides operating in your world. They will suck your energy from you—the energy you call money—and will put it to evil ends and give you worthless dross in return. Your inner divine self will protect you from this. You must learn to be sensitive to the voice within that can tell you what is truth, and what is confusion, chaos and untruth. Learn to listen to the voice of truth which is within you and you will lead yourselves onto the path of evolution. This is our message to our dear friends. We have watched you growing for many years as you too have watched our lights in your skies. You know now that we are here, and that there are more beings on and around your Earth than your scientists admit. We are deeply concerned about you and your path towards the light and will do all we can to help you. Have no fear, seek only to know yourselves, and live in harmony with the ways of your planet Earth. We of the Ashtar Galactic Command thank you for your attention. We are now leaving the plane of your existence. May you be blessed by the supreme love and truth of the cosmos."
—Vrillon, November 26, 1977
👽 The Appearance of Ashtar (Commander of the Galactic Fleet)
The most common depictions of Ashtar Sheran, often said to be Vrillon’s superior or perhaps his other name, show him as a being of radiant, almost angelic presence:
Tall and Regal – Usually standing around 7 feet tall.
Humanoid Form – He appears very human, sometimes almost indistinguishable from us.
Golden Hair – Flowing and shining like solar rays, often shoulder-length.
Blue or Violet Eyes – Piercing and serene, as if holding the gaze of galaxies.
Glowing Aura – Described as bathed in a soft white or bluish light, often dressed in silvery or white robes with golden insignias.
Uniformed Appearance – At times, he's shown in a form-fitting "space uniform" with insignias denoting his command over the Ashtar Galactic Fleet.
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