Alien abduction? An article by Sha'Tara, local writer and friend.

The Highest Path in the Deepest of Places

   [thoughts from      ~burning woman~      by Sha'Tara]

Sometimes a kind of madness strikes an individual and that individual's inner world changes which consequently means that person's perception of the outer world also changes.  From that moment on, it's goodbye to what passes for normalcy in society.  You will no longer fit, however you try. 

At that point, the hardest part is realizing that the majority viewpoint isn't about to change to accommodate you just because you no longer can see things as it does.  And, no matter how accepting your particular society happens to be, you will be an outcast, if unspoken.  The world you knew and took for granted, which, despite its many faults you relied on day after day for your life's sustenance, will now be your enemy. 

In the blink of an eye you realized this, and asked, "Now what?"

It occurred to me many years ago that the better part of valor was not to try and refit myself into a society that no longer made any sense just for some dubious acceptance, recognition or success, but to make sense of what I had become and what that would eventually change me into.  It came to me that mutations do not happen only in the physical realm but in the mental also—and perhaps more so in that realm!  Madness (break from normalcy) is not just chemicals in imbalance.  I accepted that my mind had mutated. 

For those so inclined to believe (and the head shake or even the scorn of those who do not, or cannot) the "change" occurred as a result of an abduction.  Until now I've held back using that term because I wanted to be certain that is indeed what happened… in the evening of April 19, 1979.  I've never given much credence to claims of alien abduction—a bit far fetched it seemed.  But there is that very practical saying that says, believe all things, believe in nothing.  "Abduction" just happens to be a more accurate way of describing a bizarre happening.  You have a life changing experience, you think about it for 30 years and after researching it through every avenue known, you define your experience using logic developed during those years. 

I've never forgotten that date (who could forget?) though I know that some important aspects of what took place remain blocked from my memory of it.  "Something" happened to me of course, and those who knew me then certainly were quite aware of it.  That something could have been disastrous: the results were upsetting and confusing.  When I "returned" from the experience, for some time nothing made sense.  But I knew that it would be a good thing.  I now held the key that would gradually allow me to unlock the meaning of the experience. 

I was given a personal interpretation of a not so secret "code" I had been reading about and contemplating most of my life.  That "code" would define me, not as a venial thing, not as a convenience or hindrance, not as prey or predator, not as a function of the System, but as someone with a purpose.  That "code" made me into a real person and it would answer the question: "Who am I?" as it empowered me to become myself rather than just a wooden puppet; another imitator; another believer; another clone; another bitcher, whiner and complainer; another producer and consumer butting heads against other members of a growing herd of sheeple fighting over a narrowing trough and dwindling victuals.

The essence of what constitutes "the world" has not changed in the least, though its future is more tenuous than it was.  The sheeple have learned nothing at all in the past thirty years.  The global crisis of resource overuse and overpopulation grows apace and were the results not so terribly sad for the expanding marginalized fringe-dwelling members of the Earthian population, the pseudo-efforts for solutions bandied by the mega-rich would be funnier than any Bugs Bunny – Road Runner caper.  What do they offer?  Acme Band-Aids, Acme Cure-All Pills, Acme Cancer Clinics, Acme Recycling, Acme Political Correctness, Acme Religion, Acme Safety Gear, Acme Security, Acme Justice, Acme Oil, Acme Electric, Acme Education, Acme Government.  All served on the global Monopoly Board with stacks of phony money based on absolutely nothing but the faith of screaming  mee-mies.

But something has changed: me.  When I lost consciousness and was taken by Morpheus' crew and offered the blue and red pills, I took the red one and experienced the wildest ride imaginable down at least some parts of the Rabbit Hole.  I've been down the Rabbit Hole many times since.  I've even begun excavating one of my own.  And I've found some real treasure in the deepest of those places.  Some I've put back, some I've kept. 

Of those I've kept, self-empowerment and the ability to see through the endless masks of the Matrix I've made a permanent part of what and who I am. 

Thoreau wrote: "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation."  Well, today, people lead loudly desperate lives chasing after technical progress and wading through a glut of computer-generated pseudo-information.  I would invite them to stop.  Just stop.  I would not ask them to think: they are not capable of it yet.  But if they did stop, it would give the System the coronary it needs to die before it destroys the earth. 

Prediction: that won't happen.  The earth, or at least any semblance to what has been, will die.  That is a certainty.  And I cringe to talk about what will survive.  As the Bible mentions in certain places, there will be those who will pray and cry for death, but they will not die.