Hybrids Aren’t Real: The Evidence We Missed

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!

Missing Time: A Question To Ponder

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Why don’t people who have near-death and out-of-body experiences have missing time?

–especially if one component of “alien abductions” is to preserve the secrets of death?

–especially if one hypothesizes the same neurological explanation for abductions, OBEs, and NDEs?

–especially if one hypothesizes that abductions take place in an abnormal state of consciousness or a subspace bubble wherein the brain cannot be imprinted with memory like normal?

What If Missing Time Is Supposed To Stay Missing?

Dimensions book coverAccording to a report in The Houston Post of April 22, 1897, one Mr. John M. Barclay had an extensive interaction with a man from an airship who didn’t give his name. “Never mind about my name, call it Smith,” he said. Mr. Barclay asked him where he was from and where he was going. Smith replied, “From anywhere, but we will be in Greece day after tomorrow.”

God I love that. It’s a bit out of Jacques Vallee’s more-relevant-than-ever Dimensions. More relevant now because it was so ahead of its time when it came out that many ignored it and few of those who didn’t knew what to make of it. Now that quantum physics has hit the mainstream and the popular culture is prying itself off of Newtonian physics, perhaps some of the ideas contained in the book will make a little more sense to a lot more people.

But that’s not why I quoted the above. I think “Smith” gave a brilliant, truthful answer. Whatever this enigmatic other is, names are irrelevant and so is location. Therefore, so is space-time. In a roundabout way it reminds me of something a disembodied female voice once interrupted a dream to tell me: “I understand hither/thither and in that understanding shall neither be swept away nor carried on the seas of time.” (Into The End readers know what fun I had with that one in the realm of fiction.)

If you need a reminder of what great theater this “alien” enigma truly is, read Dimensions. He has a piece in there about alien abductions, basically saying that if we ignore all of the pitfalls of hypnosis and take the stories given under hypnosis as accurate, we still must see them for their symbolic value, because advanced aliens would not need the crude tools they are said to use, nor would they need to do the surgical procedures they are alleged to perform. These are antiquated by our scientific standards.

Dimensions was first published in 1988. Knowing what we do now about hypnosis and about the (not to be) trusted men who used it, I wonder if he’d even allow for that premise in a 2014 edition. Has anyone ever consciously recalled the alien doctor scenario? If not, we can, as Jeff Ritzmann says, safely attribute it to cultural contamination. And really, when you look at it, the irony is… it’s too logical to fit the scenario.

Go back. Read the accounts of “alien” and “human-from-airship” interactions sans hypnosis. They’re ridiculous. It’s as if the Rorschach test is alive and a few researchers said, “I see a wolf’s head. Everybody? It’s a wolf’s head. Now we’re going to put you under hypnosis and you’re going to tell us about that wolf’s head.” Meanwhile, in reality, it’s an inkblot that can look like a wolf’s head if that’x how your brain makes sense of it.

This gets me to a point about missing time. Missing time is the thing we fill in with hypnosis, right? That’s the whole reason for the hypnosis debacle in the first place: you have a weird experience and there’s a chunk of time missing and you want to know what happened. But if the consciously-remembered events surrounding this missing time are seemingly illogical, should you recall a logical space doctor interaction during the “missing” part? Nothing in past interactions suggests this.

Perhaps Jacques was wrong about the content of missing time being symbolically relevant but right about missing time in general. Perhaps it is symbolically relevant in and of itself. Maybe nothing happens during missing time. Maybe it’s there, like everything else in high strangeness, to keep the person’s focus on it. It can be another way to make the enigma undeniably real to the experiencer.

Or maybe it runs deeper than that. Maybe it’s a message waiting to be decoded, much like that of our friend “Smith.”

What’s missing? Not just time, space-time. Not just any space-time, a person’s or a group’s personal space-time. What’s missing? The person. The observer. You’re there, not there, and then there again. Do you wink out of existence and then back? Just like the very UFO you were witnessing?

We talk about these futuristic craft sometimes winking in and out of existence and how far in advance of our technology they must be and yet running parallel to that is the fact of us sometimes winking in and out of existence during the same experience. To my knowledge, no one has ever picked up on that. It’s easy to understand why–it is far too tempting to ignore the symbolism and say that aliens are using technology to wink the experiencer in and out of existence like they do their craft. Problem is, we don’t know those are aliens, we don’t know those are craft, we don’t know if the alleged craft is even piloted, and if you were to ask a supposed alien pilot, you’d just as likely be offered a pancake as you would be asked, “What’s existence?” It’s only through hypnosis that you’d have a prayer of being given a logical (or at least straightforward) answer by busy doctors.

¿Qué?

Ironically, what’s missing in missing time is missing time. We keep filling it with answers from ourselves. And maybe we are supposed to turn inward and ask ourselves about it. Just ask, not answer. Wait for the answer to come or for the next clue to unfold. And as I wrote that, something fell off a shelf in the next room. I hadn’t planned on ending it here.

And so it goes.

Abruptly into the night.

POST SCRIPT: As poetic an ending as that is, I realize I do need to make the point. Thankfully, I wrote it succinctly on Facebook and can lazily paste it here….

As I was going to get to before I was so rudely interrupted by a crash, maybe it’s a clue that there is no technology here, or if there is it’s one that runs on holistic consciousness (for lack of a better term.) The self “disappears.”

Like the other is saying, “You don’t get it. This isn’t advanced science. You can do this, too. This is how things are.” But we miss the meaning by looking at it the wrong way–as a hole to be filled with memory.