Whelp, it looks like my extortion worked. Enough of you bought books. I was kinda hoping you’d fall short so I could do a long essay leading up to the big reveal that I cannot make the big reveal as you didn’t do your part. But you did. Here’s your reward….
Alright. You’ve likely heard the arguments that alien-human hybrids aren’t real, but let’s go over them anyway. It’ll help pad this thing out. Really, there’s no other reason.
The Arguments You May Know
1.) We’re All Nuts
Writing a sentence that starts with, “You’ve likely heard the arguments that alien-human hybrids aren’t real….” already implies that you and I are delusional or insane because this topic is stupid and not to be taken seriously. I wish this were true, then I could stop writing.
Since my argument that hybrids aren’t real is in service to revealing what is real about the abduction topic, the people who stick with the “You’re all crazy” argument mean me, too. This one’s a shortsighted non-argument for me. Still, there are people–oh, there are people–who will argue it, thus ending their inquiry. For the rest of us saps, let’s move on….
2.) Our Human Science Is Already Beyond This
Ah. Now we have a fair argument. It’s an interesting one because when hybrids were all the rage in the mid-eighties and nineties, it still seemed futuristic to imagine space orphanages full of gene-spliced humaliens. Alas, we’ve now evolved our own technology to the extent that this seems quaint by our standards in our 2020 hindsight. Pun intended. You’re welcome.
3.) Hybrids Come From Hypnosis
I believe this to be true and it likely explains the 2nd argument. I know of not one case where alien-human hybrids were introduced to abductees that didn’t stem from hypnotic recall. And hypnotic recall, you’ll recall, is not to be trusted. Say it with me, people: hypnosis is a tool of mesmerism used to alter behavior and create false memories, not retrieve real memories. Although some real memory may come up, so, too, does imagination masquerading as memory. This has been demonstrated in study after study.
What are hybrids in this context? Well, we know that Deb Kauble told Budd Hopkins about a dream she had involving a little girl, after she lost her pregnancy in real life. Budd told her, and then the world, that this dream was not a dream but a real encounter (or a flashback to one, I forget.) This is how the “missing pregnancy” ufological meme was born. A lot of people get angry when I say that. But what else can I say here?
From missing pregnancies we get hybrids. Here we turn to Budd’s bestie, David Jacobs, who took the hybrid ball and ran with it. If you’ve ever heard the recordings of his hypnosis sessions you know that he cross-pollinated his subjects with the same hybrid horror story before, during, and after hypnosis. Whether by purpose or by accident, Jacobs became the center of a story he was telling through a cluster of people via hypnosis. That’s putting it charitably.
4.) Hybrids Are Folklore
Alien-human hybrids are not much different than god-human hybrids like Hercules and Jesus and Helen of Troy. Not much different than stories we find of the wee people in faery folklore. The higher being/human breeding program is strong in our mythology. Some modern day folks assume that ye olde hybrid tales were really alien encounters being interpreted by unsophisticated morons who wouldn’t understand if the alien said they came from the stars. This, despite the unsophisticated rubes of yesteryear having built entire cultures and priesthoods around cosmology, as well as hyper-accurate structures on the ground reflecting events and alignments in the sky.
Yeah, something tells me an alien landing and saying, “I come from the sky” wouldn’t be as big a culture shock for them as it would for us. Who is the unsophisticated rube again?
What is interesting here is the question of why stories that come out of hypnosis reflect our folklore and mythology. Perhaps this is where Carl Jung steps in and tells us that the same archetypal stories are so engrained in us, we cannot help but repeat them when we go inside to pull something unknown out–in this case, “missing” memory. Maybe this is what happens when the story-telling is only partially a conscious act and is a group effort.
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Those are the known arguments, the ones I’ve heard anyway. Although, to be frank, I haven’t heard them put quite as eloquently and enticingly as that, so really good job me. (Thanks, also me.) Now, onto the one argument I have not heard–the one that is so duh, it really nails it shut. Doesn’t keep it shut because the undead don’t die, and in ufology we mainly deal in reanimating corpses. Original thought is glanced past; getting anywhere is frowned upon. Such is the power of a belief system we don’t even acknowledge is a belief system.
5.) All of These Different Aliens Are Working With Each Other. Why Aren’t They Mating With Each Other, Too?
I know, right? DUH! How did we miss this one all these years? The assumption is that there are aliens stealing our genetic material to create hybrids because their planet became unviable, so they have to live here. Or their bodies are unviable, so they need a human upgrade. Usually some permutation of this theme is given as the reason.
Buuuuuut, when we say “aliens,” who are we talking about? Reptilians, Grays, and Blond Nordics. There are others, but those are the big three, right?
Soooooo….
Why aren’t they trading their own genetic material with each other?
Why aren’t they sharing their planets with each other?
They work with each other, right? Do they have a strict no co-mingling at office parties policy or something? If so, it’s really getting in the way of their mission. I mean really getting in the way.
And Nordic Blondes are us at our European sexiest–take their genetic materials. They’re right there on your ship thanks to the Galactic Federation of Light, or whatever. I mean, seriously? They’re all working together but they need to come here and steal from us? They need to transform into us to live here as we look to transform into computers and Martians because we’ve destroyed here? What?
Yeah. So there’s that. If you still want to believe in alien-human hybrids, good luck making your way past number five. You can’t unsee it; it’s right there: Groups of aliens so technologically advanced that they traverse space, like humans driving to the grocery store, are cooperating to take our genetic stock, using antiquated medical tech (they have some catching up with us to do on that front; no science is perfect), instead of staying home and helping each other out. Or–hey!–they could swoop down and learn from our geneticists how to do hybridization more efficiently, so they don’t have to keep barging into our bedrooms at night. They could just kinda one-and-done it if their technology wasn’t shit.
Oh, well. Someday they’ll figure it out. I have faith.
Meanwhile, this is longer and way better than what I expected to write. Thanks for buying my books and listening to my podcasts. Our Undoing Radio returns in January. Ho-ho-ho, y’all.
See you next year!
JayVay 