Aliens Among Us 1
Sixteen years old; just got my license.
The city is bright, so bright it blinds the night.
We went to the desert to see those stars, these lights in the sky, unobstructed by the way those cities lie.
We watched that satellite drift along the edge of the sky, like an ant crawling across the kitchen counter, looking for sugar.
Drift from star to star. Look away so far.
Make a sudden turn, not like a satellite.
Nothing like I’d ever seen.
It went so fast now and made all these sharp, right angle turns. How?
You? Bryan saw it too.
It takes two
To make reality objective... they say.
Yes, that’s what they... say.
So it must mean something really happened.
Something!
Lights in the sky.
It was really... something.
Aliens Among Us 2
I was on board this alien space ship shaped like a bulbuous triangle sitting on top of an enormous cucumber.
And when I say enormous, I mean that this cucumber was a thousand yards long. A thousand yards! Maybe even a little bigger. That’s pretty big for a cucumber. Especially a cucumber floating in the sky a thousand miles above the earth and humming-humming like a boomerang, yeah, just like a big boomerang going a thousand miles an hour.
So there I am, and the aliens are showing me around the ship— they’re showing me their really spiffy musical instruments that they play with their really long fingers that bend one more times than yours or mines does.
They’re really congenial hosts, you know, actually letting me play these organic instruments they have. It’s like— I’m totally stoked!
You know, the instruments with the hollow granite cube...
and the stack of long plates...
and the little pulsating brain that detects the movements between the plates. And the movements inside the cube.
It’s really a lovely instrument, sitting upon a Queen Anne style table with curved legs and the little drawers they have for the extra strings.
Only there’s no place to put the strings on the instrument—as far as I can tell.
Except in that drawer.
They’re such nice hosts. I’m drinking this great fruit smoothie made from exotic alien fruits. It’s so tasty and refreshing. In fact, it’s as good as the tap water is up in Oregon that fills you with glowing light—makes you feel transparent almost. I just feel like I’m in heaven. And we’re having the most wonderful conversation about music and creating and going into trance and spirituality and reality. I’m just ecstatic about the whole situation. I’m so lucky so lucky to be here.
And I’m wondering why aliens get such a bad rap anyway.
But then I notice, these guys don’t look like any aliens I’ve ever seen before. They’re really tall, for one thing— maybe eight feet tall.
And they have long fingers.
And they’re beige, not gray.
And they’ve got a head like, shaped just like
a big upside-down guanabana.
Guanabana? It looks like a really big green scaly pear covered with spiky nubs. They grow in big trees and when you’re lying in your grass hut in the jungle at night trying to get to sleep, guanabanas keep you up going “Plood! Plood!” as they fall from those big trees.
You saw it too? The aliens with the guanabana heads? Or did you see the cucumber spaceship? Did you play the instruments? And the alien beer? What about that? You know that you haven’t had beer until you’ve had a cool frosty one that’s been imported from another dimension.
The soft thunk of a ripe guanabana falling out of a tree.
In any case, it was very kind of them to invite me to their party.
Aliens Among Us 3
Car in the shop;
Standing atop
Torrey Pines Road
awaiting a ride at
eleven o’ clock.
It’s not too dark; there are stars out tonight.
Standing looking east
At the Mormon’s precipice.
That everybody says looks like a rocketship.
It looks like the Matterhorn,
So out of this world was it born.
It’s like it’s from Switzerland.
Looking towards Top Gun academy I see,
Coming in formation three
Lights arranged triangularly.
It’s above the Golden Triangle moving so slow
So it must be helicopters, no?
It takes so long to overfly
That castle of that question why
Not build it here, or not...
The lights tight stay, formation taut:
Stay close together, and why not? See
It’s getting closer, closer to me (then)
Head it passes over when
I see that space between each light
As opaque—it blocks the night
Sky obscuring stars; the lights are one.
Totally silent unit.
Moving together.
A perfect equilateral.
Triangle traveling above.
Absolute silence.
In the night it passes.
Squelching the stars.
Blocking the sky.
A kilometer a side.
An aircraft carrier high up in the sky, upon the breeze.
No cars are stopping; No one sees.
They don’t look up, as past the trees
The triangle drifts into the night,
Above the seas and out of sight.
No cars are stopping; No one sees.
They don’t look up, up past the trees
The triangle drifts out to the night,
Above the seas and out of sight.
I’m left alone to ponder this immense
Triangle. Mere coincidence?
Epilogue
It was a slow day for the sports radio talk show host.
So slow that he took my call.
I told everyone in the city about the triangle in the sky, just as I’ve told you tonight.
He only had one question,
- And then I realized that since I became a Christian, I haven’t seen any aliens or their space ships.
- I haven’t woken up in the morning completely sore, exhausted and covered with a barely discernibly yellow film.
- I haven’t noticed any strange scars in my ears.
In the Old Testament, the prophet Ezekiel saw a wheel within a wheel that made a sound like many rushing waters — shhhshhhshhh — and that had many straight legs that ended in hemispheric pods like the sole of a calf’s foot, each the colour of burnished brass. He saw a glowing red light that scanned up and down and from which lightning emanated. Near the top he saw a human form within these wheels; among all the lights of the rainbow, glowing bright. The being spoke to him and told him what was going to happen in the future, and the being turned out to be right about everything He said, especially the warnings about what would happen if mankind was going to continue being very bad.
The apostle John wrote his Apocalypse, or Book of Revelation while living on the island of Patmos in Greece. He too describes the sound of many rushing waters, brass feet, lights of the rainbow glowing. Why does he use these words to describe his vision of a man identifying Himself as the Alpha and the Omega, the One who was once dead but now is alive forevermore?
The Mormons that built the rocketship building say that God is living on a distant planet. They even know which one and where it is.
I have no explanation for these concerns of mine.
No answers for what I mean by Divine.
I know God isn’t an alien brain beneath a distant sky.
But I don’t think I can explain exactly why.
— X. J. Scott