Ep256 - It Came From Beyond... And So Did I! - Creep Street Podcast

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Speaker 1 (00:02):
Are you ready to fall in love? To be a
true blue star crossed lover? From the producers of Bigfoot's
Booty Mix and Mothman Makes Love, comes a new sound
for a new kind of lover. This is Abduction Seduction,
Intergalactic love Songs for the Close Encounter twenty six sensual

(00:26):
space ballads, celebrating the cosmic chemistry between humans and their
alien captors. You'll hear hits like Love and a Vacuum,
Sealed Chamber Love, Chamber Crop Circle, Jerk, Crop Circle draw,
I left my bra and Beta Centauri, and he touched

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my soul and also my anus. That's my soul in
my name names Gray Reptilian. This compilation honors love in
all its forms, and the slimeier the better. Where else
can you hear classic love songs such as Wrapped in
Your Arms and Your Tentacles, zero g Titties, They Float, Baby,

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Love is a psyop Love the same and Area sixty
nine looking for it from the sixty and who could forget?
I come in peace and then in you bas Baby.

Speaker 2 (01:44):
My abduction nearly cost me everything, my job, my marriage,
even my ham radio license. But this collection, this collection
gave me something back. He gave me sure and a
rock hard.

Speaker 1 (02:03):
These songs are perfect for long cruises across the galaxy
or just a little probing on a Wednesday night. And
if you call now, you'll also receive a bonus mini album,
fifty Shades of Space Gray, featuring the instant classic show
me your uf oh face, showing face, show me that.

Speaker 3 (02:27):
They didn't just come in peace. They came for a
piece of this.

Speaker 1 (02:31):
Ass abduction seduction because in space, no one can hear
you scream my name. Citizens of the Milky Way, my

(03:01):
name is Dylan Hackworth and I'm Gage Hurley, and you
have arrived in the boudoir of the Creep Street Podcast.
That's right, baby, turn the heat up just a little bit.
Undo a couple buttons on that shirt, everybody, Men, women, everybody,
just undo a couple buttons. Let some cool air get
in there, because let me tell you, you are gonna

(03:22):
be scorching hot and soaking wet in just a few
minutes here, folks. That's right now, imagine, folks, if you
will quiet nights, the lights are off, the world is asleep,
and you, oh, you poor soul, you're just starting to
drift off to sleep. But somewhere above you, past the clouds.

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Something's watching and it wants your number. Alien abductions are,
by nature a very weird and winding road. Some reports
are terrifying, gray skinned creatures with eyes like inkstain and
a bedside manner colder than a mortician. Others are less sinister,

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even more spiritual in nature. Maybe they come bearing messages
of peace or warnings about forthcoming disaster, vague but urgent
instructions about maybe nuclear disarmaments, usually delivered telepathically and or
with a glowing set of robes on. And then there

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are the ones that don't fit in any file, at
least any file you want to be caught with. We're
talking about encounters of the romantic variety. Oh yeah, baby,
that's right, because for some unlucky or in some cases
very lucky souls, the visitors didn't come to mutilate cows

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or fix our ozone layer. They came for love, particularly
of the physical variety. That's right, baby. There exists a
deeply strange and strangely persistent subcategory of alien encounter reports
that involve sexual intercourse with extraterrestrials. So light a candle

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or don't. Maybe you like to do it in the dark.
Maybe you like to do it with the lights are
No matter how you like to do it, Today's episode
is they came from beyond, and so did I. Tales
of Alien love. Ooh man, woo man, it's getting stinky

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in here. God, good God, baby, baby babyo oh mama.
Some alien abduction accounts are already so far out on
the fringes that they make tenfoil hats look like a stetson.
But there's one case that really shoots for the boon

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and on your stomach. This is the tale of a
Brazilian farmer who claims he was taken aboard of spaceship
not for science, but for seduction, chosen to become the
father of an interstellar love child. It was October of
nineteen fifty seven, and things are about to get deeply weird.

(06:22):
In the rural outskirts of San Francisco de Salles, Brazil.
Here lived a humble man named Antonio vs. Boaz, along
with his brother Jiao and the rest of their family.
And this was, by all accounts, an ordinary family, hardworking, dependable,
well respected, no reason to expect anything unusual. That is,

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until the night of October fourteenth, because of the brutal
heat during the day, Antonio and his brother did most
of the field work at night, And that night started
like any other, of course, it was hot, sweaty, and
relatively quiet. But as the brothers plowed the land under
a blanket of stars, something strange stirred in the sky

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above them. A ball of brilliant red light appeered overhead,
so bright they couldn't even look straight at it. And Tonio,
ever the curious type, crept forward trying to get a
closer look at this thing, and his brother, far more
sensible perhaps, decided to stay put. But as Antonio approached

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the light, it would dart away and then stop and
zip off again, almost like it was playing with him,
like it was playing a game. Then it began to
emit beams of sharp light in all directions, and then
it zipped off into the night, gone without a trace.
But this this was not the end, not by a

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long shot for Antonio. This night was just the beginning.
Two nights later, on October sixteenth, nineteen fifty seven, Antonio
once again found himself back out in the same field,
plowing under the same star, but this time his brother
was not there. He was alone. The sky was clear

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and full of constellations. All was still until he spotted it,
a red star, one that didn't seem quite right. At first,
he strained his eyes, squinting looking up at it. Probably
just a trick of the light, he thought, or maybe
the heat was playing games with his head. But that

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star began to swell, growing in size and brightness, until
Antonio realized, with a jolts of dread, that this wasn't
a star at all. It was the same glowing red
orb from two nights prior, and this time it wasn't

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playing hard to get. The object descended rapidly, shedding its
disguise and revealing itself in full. It wasn't just a light.
This thing was a craft egg shapes with a rotating
dome and a glowing red beacon on top of it.
As it hovered closer to Antonio, three metallic legs unfolded

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from beneath it. It landed then gently in the field,
only yards away from him, and then the hatch open
and outstepped a figure roughly five feet tall, clad in
a gray coveralls with strange helmet. Naturally, Antonio did the

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sensible thing. He floored it or at least he tried to.
The tractor began to sputter to call, and then the
engine died. The thing was dead, and panics set in
as Antonio leaped from the tractor, sprinting for the hills.
Oh but he wouldn't get far because whatever or whomever

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had just come down from the stars wasn't done with
him yet. And side note this, if you're a longtime
listener of the show, you'll know what happened with that
tractor is not uncommon at all in UFO tales. Nearly
every uffotel involves some sorry, especially if they're spotted in cars.
Almost always the cars will stop while the encounter is happening,

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and then when the craft leaves will suddenly like start up,
sometimes on their own, like as if you turned the key.
It's almost like the thing can disengage whatever you're working with,
whatever engine or whatever, and then okay, here you go.
You can have it back and turns it back on
when they leave.

Speaker 3 (10:59):
It's like an electromagnetic pulse kind of effect.

Speaker 1 (11:03):
Right, absolutely, that's actually probably really what it would be,
is some sort of an electromagnetic pulse or something. You
would think, Yeah, and even in some cases of certain
kinds of cryptids or entities that have been spotted, which
would imply are they separate beings that can both do that?
Or is mothman things like that? Are they a form

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of extraterrestrial And I just I love the idea of
someone trying to make a getaway on a nineteen fifties tractor. Yeah,
like even if it didn't shut off, like I don't know,
I'm sure there's tractors out there that can really get moving.
I just love this idea of a guy barely moving
ten miles an hour, like gun in it for the
hills on it John Deere.

Speaker 3 (11:45):
I wonder how old Antonio was here, because yeah, I
just picture his brother like running right past the tractor
is here, right?

Speaker 1 (11:54):
Yeah, exactly. Well this creature, oh, it wasn't working alone.
Before Antonio could even put up much of a fight,
he was sworn, three more beings appeared, dressed just like
the first, moving with an eerie coordination, and all making
an odd barking noise. And I don't mean like speech

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or even really like a dog's bark either. My assumption
from what I got from reading that sources was how
someone how they say like barks orders or barks. It
doesn't necessarily mean barking, and obviously they're not speaking English,
but it sounds almost I would assume, probably something like.

Speaker 3 (12:35):
Almost like yeah, that's like I thought too, like something angry,
like commanding getaway, or like we would say, hey, hey, hey,
probably had like a harsh tone to it.

Speaker 1 (12:46):
Exactly right, that's the impression I got. And the four beings, well,
of course, they surrounded him and grabbed him, and they
were small, of course, but unnaturally strong, and despite and
Tonio's best efforts to resist, he found himself being dragged
aboard the craft like a sack of terrified potatoes, terrified taters.

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Inside the lighting was harsh, surgical and sterile, a sort
of fluorescent hell. They stripped him down, took off every
damn stitch of clothing the manhat on him, and then,
without explanation, Oh baby, they slathered him in a thick,
clear gel. Oh that's right. Hit the music, hit that music.

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M Oh yeah, A viscous cold substance, oh yeah, as
the source describes it, a substance not unlike hair gel. Now,
whether it was for decontamination examination or just intergalactic cake
and Tonio didn't know, but it wasn't the end of

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the indignities. Well, he was led to another chamber where
the walls were covered and glowing red symbols that he
described as looking like doodles of a demonic etch a sketch.
And there they sliced his chin light. I don't think
it was a big slice, but a little slice, and
took a little blood. No explanation, no consent, no signing,

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a waiver, just a quick little snippet, and they took
his blood sample. And then they made him wait. Well,
they then deposited him into a third room, locked the door,
and left him sitting there alone, naked, confused, and covered
in space.

Speaker 3 (14:37):
Goop, red chin blue balls.

Speaker 1 (14:40):
That's right, red chin blue balls, sitting there wondering what
fresh hell was next on this intergalactic itinerary. Well that's
when the gas was released. A foul smelling mist was
pumped into the room, so revolting that it caused Antonio
to vomit violently and repeatedly. But just as the haze

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cleared and he was able to catch his breath, the
door opened and didn't walked a woman or something that
sure looked like a woman. This last was tall, with
platinum blonde hair and icy blue eyes, and an hour
glass figure that could put the ass an astronaut. Antonio

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described her as quote very attractive, and for the record,
his exact words translated, of course, basically amounted to interstellar
smoke show. Neither spoke, but they didn't need to. They
let their bodies do the talking. According to Antonio, what

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followed next was a romantic encounter of the third kind,
extremely hands up, and afterward, the woman, if that's what
she was, rubbed her belly and pointed skyward as if
to make it clear without saying a word, that Antonio
had just contributed to the galactic gene pool. He was

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to be the father of an alien child, or at
least a hybrid of some child. Then just like that,
it was over. Antonio awoke near his tractor. Four hours
had passed. He was disoriented, weak, and even burned. Strange

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marks covered his body, burns that he couldn't explain and
ones that he also didn't remember receiving. Whatever had happened
up there, it left a mark, and not just the
ones on his skin. Well, the aftermath was not pretty.
In the days that followed his close encounter of the

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frisky kind, and Tonio began to fall apart. It started
with the headaches, and then nausea, and then there were
the lesions, small painful welts sprouting up across his body
like alien acting no obvious cause or cure. And the

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burns he came back with never seemed to fade. If anything,
they worsened, swollen, tender, and weirdly geometric in shape. Whatever
had happened on that ship, his body was now paying
the bill.

Speaker 3 (17:28):
Tony got himself an ETSTD yeah yes.

Speaker 1 (17:33):
Panicked and unsure of what to do, Antonio sought out
medical help, and eventually he landed in the office of
one doctor Alova Fontes, a respected physician with the National
School of Medicine of Brazil. Fanteze Tic one look at
Antonio and knew something was deeply wrong. His guess was

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that it was some kind of radiation poisoning, low grade
but serious, the kind you just didn't get from standing
too close to your microwave, but rather from let's say,
exposure to an experimental aircraft or possibly alien ass According

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to the doctor, Antonio showed signs of systemic trauma, meaning
the kind that you would find if you were one
who spent time near like a nuclear reactor. And here's
the kicker. Antonio had no history of illness, no access
to radioactive materials, no reason to or medically or environmentally
to be suffering from this kind of exposure, unless, of course,

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he really had taken a joy ride on a glowing
egg with a hot space lady. Well, the doctor would
later describe the harrowing state of Antonio, saying among Antonio's
symptoms were pains throughout the body, nausea, headaches, loss of appetite,
ceaselessly burning sensation in the eyes, cutaneous lesions at the

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slightest of light. Bruising which went on appearing for months,
looking like small reddish nodules, harder than the skin around them,
and protuberant, painful when touched, each with a small central orifice,
yielding a yellowish, thin, waterish discharge. The skin surrounding the

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wounds presented a hyperchromatic, violet tinged area. Well whoo, sounds
like Antonio had one hell of a night. Well, naturally,
it wasn't long before his story of interstellar seduction started
making the rounds. He brought his tail to journalist Jose

(19:44):
Martin's and like that, the cosmic cat was out of
the bag. By nineteen fifty eight, the story was everywhere.
Ufologist had latched onto it, and Antonio became an unlikely
folk kiram, an agricultural adon turned abduct t Casanova. But
not everyone was buying tickets to this love ship baby,

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because even among the flying Saucer faithful, this one certainly
raised eyebrows. The whole thing sounded more like a saucy
pulp novel than an authentic encounter. Critics pointed to an
obscure sci fi yarn that had appeared in the Brazilian
magazine oh Crasero shortly before Antonio went public, featuring early

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similar themes. Others noted the heavy influence of famed UFO
contact ee George Adamanski, who had made the headlines with
his own outlandish stories of other worldly rendezvous minus the
steamy sauna scene. Well. Some theorized that Antonio hadn't actually

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experienced anything at all, that he simply reverse engineered the
tale and backdated it for credibility and memorized every lurid
detail well without ever needing hypnosis, which, to be fair,
is suspicious. Most abduction stories come out through regression or
dreams or hypnotic therapy of some kind. But Antonio, he

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had the whole script ready to go, like he was
auditioning for a sci fi soap opera. Still, if you
were going to make something up, would you really start
with quote they covered me in jelly and cut my chin.
Because let's be honest, that's not the easiest lie to
live with. In the end, stories like this tend to

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orbit the very edge of belief, even for the true believers,
even the most ardent of youufologists, the ones who will
go to the mat for cattle mutilations, crop circles, or
a good pair of cargo shorts. The tale of Antonio
and his extraterrestrial interlude has always floated out there on
the fringes. It's too weird, baby, too wild, and let's

(21:56):
face it, cross species interstellar procreation raises a few red flags. Namely,
how how would an alien being from a potentially light
years distant biosphere with presumably no common evolutionary history, let
alone matching chromosomes be able to gestate a half human

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body from a random Brazilian farmhand.

Speaker 3 (22:19):
Yeah, I guess they're just going to have to go
on alien Maury and find out who the father is, which.

Speaker 1 (22:25):
Let's be honest, I know that the source here is
trying to paint it like, hey, you know, what are
the odds, But there's actually many cases of this. In fact,
another case of interstellar baby making later in this episode.
It's actually a fairly common thing. And there's another common
theory that these extraterrestrials are actually ancient advanced humans, whether

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it's Atlanteans or something. But we were able to essentially
leave the Earth at one time, and they still check
in on this kind of resprouted human race that's kind
of come about back down here.

Speaker 3 (23:00):
It also could be their technology. You know, they might
have technology too where they can basically they would be
able to combine DNA.

Speaker 1 (23:08):
I mean, if we can make a golden doodle, they
could certainly make a human alien hybrid. Let's be real here, folks.
But nevertheless, most folks have written off Antonio's story as
a hoax, a tall tale, a lonely farmer sci fi
fantasy scribbled into the stars. And yet Antonio has never cracked.

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He wasn't just some babbling crank in the town square.
In fact, he went on to live a quiet and
respectable life Antonio became a lawyer, He built a family,
he paid his taxes, and he never made an effort
to monetize his story. He never pivoted into the convention circuit,
never sold merch like an alien baby Onesie, didn't try

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to huckster any books. He just stuck to it. From
that first day in nineteen fifty seven until his death
in nineteen ninety two, Antonio never changed or took back
any part of his story. Was he delusional, was he
telling the truth or was this something else altogether? Because
whatever the truth is, one thing is certain. This wasn't

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just some footnote and flying saucer folklore. It's one of
the very first alien abduction stories to make it big.
It helped shape the entire narrative of alien crafts, missing time,
and even intergalactic intimacy. And you know, I thought that
was pretty commendable. He didn't just not try to cash

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in on his story. He ended up it sounds like
doing well on his own, becoming a lawyer, starting a family. Obviously,
you can be crazy and pass the bar, but I
would think it doesn't sound like Antonio is one for
doesn't sound like he's a typical crackpot.

Speaker 3 (24:53):
No. I mean the very fact that he never tried
to do anything to make money off of this claim,
and the fact that he held onto it until the
day he died. It just seems like he genuinely believed it.
Whether it was true or not, he seemed like he
genuinely believed it. Right, He's literally what was there to gain?

Speaker 1 (25:14):
Absolutely right? Yeah, well, folks, it's time to leave the
heat and humidity of Brazil and head on up to
a place on literally the opposite side of the world. Now.
Among the more amorous anomalies cataloged and the tangled annals

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of extraterrestrial entanglements, there is but one case that defies
explanation and common decency. It's the story of a Chinese
lumberjack and a ten foot tall space and ductress in
a land where UFO lore is still even today, mostly
in its infancy, this case catapulted China into the uppers

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of the truly out there alien encounter reports, joining the
ranks of Brazil's interstellar baby daddies in America's backwoods probing parties.
It's bizarre and certainly bold, and, depending on how you
feel about the future of a hybrid diplomacy. It's maybe
even beautiful. This towering tale begins not with a scream

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or a beam of light, but with one man, his axe,
and the most intimate lumber related incident ever recorded. Our
story drifts now to the east, to the chilly woods
of northeastern China, to a place called the Red Flag
Logging Commune, tucked deep in the misty shadow of the

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Dragon Mountains. It's a hard land, a land of axes,
aching backs and muddy boots, a place where cell service
goes to die and men go to live out quiet lives.
This wasn't the kind of place where strange things happened,
not unless you counted a chipped saw blade or the
occasional black bear sighting. But that all changed one evening

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for a man named meng's Ong. How he wasn't a
thrill seeker, nor was he looking for any kind of trouble.
Meng lived in a modest, two room timber frame house
that he had built with his own hands. His routine
was as sturdy and worn as was his work. Boots,
he chopped trees, he ate, he slept, he repeated. But

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that night something different came down from the sky, something
that would split Meng's life into like an axe blade.
It was June of nineteen ninety four and the twilight
had settled over the Dragon Mountains. Meng was walking alone
when something caught his eye, a shimmer, a glinting flash

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of light that just didn't belong, hovering above the trees,
something metallic that reflected the last rays of the dying sun.
Meng tried hard to look into the haze. Whatever it was,
it wasn't a star or a plane, and it sure
as hell wasn't from the forestry department. He watched as

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the glowing orb drifted downwards into the woods like a
slowly falling star. Controlled and intentional. At first, he thought
it might be a down helicopter or maybe some kind
of balloon, But as he abduched the trees to today's
that story soon would fizzle out, because before he could
even get a good look, something struck Ming hard in

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the forehead, and it was lights out When Meng awoke.
It was hours later. He was back in his own bed,
no memory of how he got there, no trail of footprints,
no sign of help, and his head throbbed and his
body felt limp, and though his eyes were open, it

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was like his mouth couldn't form words. And then it
got even stranger, because later that same evening, Meng woke
up screaming, or at least he tried to, because hovering
above him in the dim light of the room was
a figure tall nearly ten feet tall, from braided toe

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to multi fingered tip. She floated above the bed, her
form mostly human if you ignored the six fingers on
each hand and the unnaturally elongated limbs and the legs
that were covered in what Ming described as braided hair.
A fashion statement, perhaps, but it was certainly terrifying for

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men who tried to cry out but could produce no words.
And then he noticed he was no longer lying on
the mattress. He was floating, weightlessly, rising towards the ceiling
and towards this mysterious woman. What happened next Meng would
later describe as a violation. He claimed that the towering

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alien forced him into a sexual intercourse midair, and as
he screamed in silence and drifted through what felt like
a cosmic fever tree. When it was over, the figure vanished,
phasing through the ceiling as effortlessly as steam slipping through cracks.
In a kettle, Meng dropped like a stone, landing back

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on his bed with a jolt. His wife still asleep
right next to him. She hadn't stirred a bit. And
when he pulled back the blanket, Meng discovered a new
scar zigzagging across his upper thigh like some kind of
alien autograph. Whatever happened that night, it had literally left

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its mark. Now for the next month, Meng was haunted
not just by the memory of this other worldly assault,
but by dreams that were vivid, visceral nightmares that slithered
through his sleep like eels. And then there was the
iron thing. He couldn't bear to touch. Iron, he couldn't

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stand to be near it. And we're talking like iron,
like the actual metal, hammers, nails, even old cast iron
kettles in the kitchen sent him into a cold sweat.
Something inside of him had changed, perhaps chemically. How could
iron suddenly become like kryptonite? Well, but the ride wasn't over.

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One night, Meng found himself once again, weightless, rising from
his bed like a marionette on invisible strings. Only this
time there was no sign of his braided leg beauty,
no seductive stare from a ten foot temptress just the ceiling,
rushing up to me him, and as Meng braced for impact,

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the crunch never came. Instead, he says, he passed right
through the ceiling, through the roof, like a ghost, ejected
straight into the freezing Manchurian sky, no jet pack or
protective suit, just Meng baby out in the moonlight. Meng
in the moonlight, and then like a nightmare, he saw it,

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a spaceship silently hovering in the sky, waiting just for him. Inside,
several of the same species of giants stood observing him.
Whether these were scientist's soldiers or members of a very
specific escort agency, it was all unclear, but Meng asked
where the woman was, the one with whom he'd made

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cosmic contact, and the entities then responded in heavily accented Chinese.
They told him she was away, now back on their
home world, preparing, and then as Meng stood staring at
them with his jaw basically on the floor beneath the

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spaceship's dim pulsing lights, they explained even more to him,
And according to Meng, they sat in Chinese, but with
a very heavy accent, so it was hard for me
to understand it first, that they were refugees like me.
They wanted to escape their former lives, so they left

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their dying home. The alien showed me a piece of
crystal through which I saw forests, icebergs, and fossil fuels
on the Earth. They told me about the current situation
facing Earth's resources and warned me about the importance of
environmental protection. They also said that sixty years from then

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there will be an alien born with the genes of
an Earthlink farmer, and I can meet him or her.
So what's interesting is you would think an alien species
like this would be able to communicate with you effortlessly
no matter what language. And I don't even mean verbally,
but maybe from mind to mind. You know, we hear

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about that all the time.

Speaker 3 (34:12):
It could be one of those uncanny things where, right,
I think they're presenting it flawlessly, but they're mistaken in
some way.

Speaker 1 (34:19):
Yeah, exactly, And maybe that's the case. Is maybe they
were just doing a really offensive Chinese impersonation. Yeah, it
sounds like we need to cancel some aliens.

Speaker 2 (34:30):
Here, racists.

Speaker 1 (34:32):
Yeah. Well, this child that they spoke of, of course,
would be the one supposedly conceived by Meng and his
braided leg betfellow on that now legendary night of floating fornication.
The aliens explain that their species had a rather unique
reproductive timeline sixty years of pregnancy. How about that, damn

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a gestation period longer than most mortgages. So somewhere out
there among the stars apparently was a child growing up.
And when Ming's story came out, it lit up the
Chinese media like a karaoke bar on Payday. Baby. People
didn't know whether to laugh, panic, or light a cigarette

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and whisper same man say. The tale spread fast, igniting
everything from serious UFO and query to straight up street
corner gossip. Organizations such as the China UFO Research Center,
the UFO Enthusiast Club at Wuhan University Nothing to see here,
the Beijing UFO Organization, and even the state sponsored UFO

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Research Society. They all took turns kicking the tires on
Bing's tail. Some called it delusion or a hallucination after
a nasty knock on the nogget. Others figured it was
a calculated fantasy, a desperate man trying to spin a
cosmic yarn to escape the quiet oblivion of the logging commune,

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and if that was the plan, well it actually worked out.
After TV appearances and tabloid spotlights, Ming was offered a
job in the city, a better life for him and
his family, all courtesy of an alleged extraterrestrial booty call.
And then there were those fewer but fierce who believed

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him one hundred percent, And to his credit, Meng didn't
shrink from the scrutiny. He subjected himself to light detector
tests and he passed them all. He never recanted, never
backed down, and to this day insists it's all true
every glowing orb. Ming would further explain, saying, once humans

(36:45):
believed that the Earth was flat even a decade ago,
people would not believe that a cell phone could work. Humans,
if we have ever seen something with our own eyes,
naturally doubt that it exists or the life could be
that way. I was the first to be brave enough
to say I saw that I didn't believe in aliens

(37:08):
before I actually met them. Seeing is believing. We cannot
explain UFOs and aliens because our technology isn't advanced enough.
But that doesn't mean such things don't exist. Wise words,
Ming wise words. Now, was this man mad, delusional, or

(37:29):
just someone looking to take a flying saucer ride straight
out of the lumberyard and into the headlines. Well, who knows.
It could have been an elaborate scam or just a
dream that got a little too fleshy, a little too widespread.
Whatever the case, Ming's Tail takes its place among the
glittering constellation of stories of interstellar sex, too absurd to

(37:54):
be real, yet too detailed to dismiss it entirely, and
too horny to ignore. He stands by it to this day,
No shaky retractions at all, or any retraction for that matter,
just that zigzag scar on his thigh and a stare
like he's seen the belly of the cosmos and maybe

(38:15):
even kissed it on the mouth. Yes, we don't have proof,
no baby pictures or DNA tests, no birth announcement sent
from a galaxy G sixty nine. So added to the pile, folks,
this big, bizarre, butt naked pile of alien rendezvous stories. Me,
it sounds like actually improved his life a bit, And

(38:38):
part of me is like, as long as you're not
ruining someone's life, like, give me more mundy like essentially, Oh,
I'm in touch with alien gods. And if you give
me all your you know, everything in your bank account,
I'll get you know, as long as that's not happening.
Part of me is like, you know what, good for
you man, probably living a shitty life out in the
middle of no Maybe he was like in an awful place,

(39:00):
you know, and you know, so yeah. Part of me
is like, even if you did make it up, good
on you forgetting your family into like a better situation. Oh,
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to today's story, folks. Oh man, God damn it, you
know I save the best for last. This is laid back.
Undo another button, pull out that cigarette, light it up,

(40:05):
take a deep drag and let it out, because we're
gonna be talking about jazz. This lady, this divine lady,
we're talking about. She's performed with Kenny g Opened for
the Pointer Sisters. She even shared a bill with old

(40:26):
Johnny Cash. She serenaded Jeene Roddenberry himself four times. But
Pamela Stonebrook, the lady of this tale, she didn't make
the radar for her smokey vocals or star studded resume. No, no,
no no. She earned her spot for something a little
more out there because, in addition to a powerhouse jazz singer,

(40:50):
Pamela claims she's also the proud mother of alien hybrid
children and a former lover of a shape shifting reptil
And that's right, baby, the reptilians are back. This is
a story of sultry love, song, steamy starships, and inner
species sickness, equal parts kink and Coltrane. They call her

(41:16):
the Miles Davis of doing it with aliens. And when
you hear, and when you hear, when you hear what
she says went down in that cosmic boudoir. You'll know
exactly why. Now the story actually starts when she was young.

(41:36):
Now this is before any of that contact, by the way,
she was only eight, maybe nine, and these scars first appeared,
these small, little clean scoops of flesh missing from her skin,
almost like someone had taken a little melon baller to
her under the cover of night. And notice how every
single one of these lines there's like these little bits

(41:59):
that are taken. There's the scar on his leg. The
first guy got his like STDs from Saturn. All this
little like collecting of like the actual flesh of the person.
Pam looked for the life of her, couldn't explain what
they were. She had no injuries or accidents, just this
lingering ache and a creeping suspicion that something weird had

(42:20):
happened to her. But like most kids who have secrets
that they don't fully understand, she buried it away in
her memory beneath years of jazz gigs and smoky lounges.
That is until nineteen ninety four, which interestingly same year
that Meng had his encounter. When Pam Stonebrook awoke in

(42:42):
the fetal position, her body curled tight in a room
that didn't feel like her la bedroom. The walls were
a smooth metal, the air cold and sterile. The space
around her shaped like a truncated pyramid. It didn't feel
like a dream or even a nightmare. It felt like

(43:04):
she was elsewhere, like she was one hundred percent awake
in a place she'd never been, in a place that
didn't make sense. And before she could gather her thoughts,
she realized she wasn't alone. Standing in the corner like
pale shadows, were a group of figures, small, thin and otherworldly,

(43:26):
classic grays with big heads, big eyes, and the skin
the color of moonlit fog. And keep in mind, now
she's an adult woman, by the way, and these figures
they didn't move, at least at first, they just watched her.
And then, without a word, one of them stepped forward.
It didn't speak. Something inside her still shifted, like a

(43:49):
thread had been pulled in her brain, and now she
had no choice but to follow this mysterious entity. They
approached a wall, which suddenly ceased to be a wall.
It was like a door appeared like a magic trick.
No hinges, no seams, just an open space, as if

(44:10):
the wall was yielding to the will of the entity.
They walked through it, and when she turned back, the
door was gone, like it had never been there at all.
And if you think things were already weird, well normal
is about to put in its two weeks notice. Because
inside this new room, sitting casually on a metal table

(44:33):
like they were waiting for their brunch reservations to be called,
there were three diminutive female aliens. Each of them bore
a thin crown of wispy hair atop otherwise bald, bulbous heads,
and they seemed very excited to see Pamela, like they
had been waiting specifically for her. Whatever she walked into,

(44:56):
she immediately knew this was more than just an abduction.
This was reunion. Pamela would explain further, saying, on this
short metallic table were these four little girls. They were
very frail like the grays, but they had wispy hair.
They ran over to me and grabbed my arms and

(45:18):
started calling me mommy, and I lost it. Whatever had
happened in that strange, sterile chamber didn't end with Pamela
waking up in her own bed. She jolted upright, her
heart hammering, her memory murky, but her body had its
own way of taking notes. On her arm, there was

(45:39):
a series of bruises, faint but distinct, like fingerprints, but
from fingers that weren't quite human. It was enough to
pull forth flickering images in her memory of being dragged
by those wide eyed Grays down a corridor of gleaming chrome,
but just flashes. All she could remember, the way those

(46:01):
little girls, not quite human but not quite like Pamela either,
how they had watched her, and the way the Grays
had shown her things she didn't ask to see, such
as a vision of the Earth burning out like an
old light bulb, followed by the cold, clinical pronouncement Earth

(46:23):
is just one big, terriformed experiment. Pamela believed they had
taken something from her, samples of skin, slivers of her
very soul, and used them to create these hybrid children.
The children she saw on that ship weren't strangers. They
were almost like echoes of her own self, genetic reflections.

(46:47):
For the next year, pam couldn't sleep a single night
without dreaming of them, the Grays, these girls, all of it.
But just when she thought things couldn't get any weirder,
huh bam night, she wakes up in bed with a man,
and not just any man, No, no, no, this guy
was tall, blonde, and devastatingly handsome, like an interstellar kindle.

(47:12):
And according to Pamela, they were mid coitus. Oh that's right,
they were making sweet love and she was by all accounts,
having a heck of a good time. And I mean
we're talking five stars, would recommend. She would later add
saying I had no idea who it was, since I

(47:34):
don't bring people home like that, but the sex was
incredible and I felt safe enough to just put my
head back, close my eyes and enjoy it. All of
a sudden, the energy felt totally different. It felt aggressive,
and the entity felt bigger, bigger than the person who

(47:56):
was inside me. That tele path of communication was so intense,
so sensual and emotional. It was everything you'd want to
feel to be able to surrender in a sexual experience.
It was almost like every cell in your body was
having an orgasm. It had a kind of playful, kind

(48:19):
of bad boy attitude. It was kind of sly, slick.
It's really hard to explain, but he was definitely in control.
Whoa whoa baby, Pour some water on me? Whoo man, Pammy, Pammy,
come out baby. But then, just as pam was hitting

(48:41):
her cosmic crescendo, things took a turn again. Right before
her eyes, the beautiful blonde hunk changed, his skin, rippled,
his body stretched. Before she knew it, her bedroom lover
from a perfumed commercial had morphed into something else, entirely
something reptilian, a tall, hulking, lizard like humanoid with eyes

(49:07):
like molten gold and a jaw that could probably swallow
a jazz quarteta. And yet Pamela, she didn't flinch. Not
that's free, not even a little bit. In fact, Pamelama
ding Dong didn't care at all, because in that moment,
my friends, she was an ecstasy. And I'm talking pure

(49:28):
spine tingling, transdimensional bliss, the kind of passion that makes
galaxies blush and wormholes swoon. And that's when the creature
leaned in close, its breath warm, curling against her ear,
and it whispered, We've always been together, We love each other.

(49:49):
Say what you will about reptilian aliens. They know how
to make a gale feel special. Pamela claimed that this
wasn't a one time thing either, This wasn't some shoot scoop,
no hump 'em and dump them sort of thing. She
had several rendezvous with the shape shifting visitor, each one
just as intense, sexy and scaly as the last, and

(50:12):
whether this creature was connected to the Grays or her
alleged alien hybrid daughters remains unclear. Maybe he was her
cosmic side piece, Maybe he was the father of these babies.
Maybe he was just really into jazz. Whatever the truth
may be, the tale was too bizarre to stay hidden

(50:32):
in the shadows. Pamela took to the airwaves, appearing on
the legendary paranormal radio show Coast to Coast AM with
Art Bell god Blitz, where listeners heard first hand about
her high note of hanky panky. And she didn't stop there.
She wrote it all down in her memoir, a book

(50:53):
entitled Experiencer, a jazz Singer's True account of Extraterrestrial Contact, Love,
Lizards and Lullabies. In fact, a book critic even had
this to say, far from being a victim and a
hideous sexual encounter, Pamela Stonebrook conquered her fear and carried

(51:13):
the sexual action to the reptilians. She recounts this act
of inner species intercourse in a graphic no holds bar
to her to force description unique in UFO literature, replete
with precise physical and emotional detail, sensational without being sensationalistic.

(51:33):
Pamela's not backing down either, Baby and interviews on stage
and in her book, she's never once wavered from her story.
Reptilian lover, absolutely hybrid daughters. Well, she met him, and
she even heard the sweet nothings whispered from a space
lizard with sculpted abs. And while most of the world
would raise an eyebrow or both, there were some who didn't.

(51:57):
Women from all walks of life actually began reaching out
to Pamela, sharing eerily similar stories, tales of tall beings
in the uncanny sense that they'd been chosen for a reason.
But still, even with the already tinfoil line walls of
the UFO community, Pamela's tale of shape shifting soul mates

(52:19):
pushed things a little too far. There are plenty of
believers who draw the line at lizard love. And when
your story makes other alien abductees go Okay, that's a
bit much. You know you're orbiting some deep, uncharted territory.
But Pamela She simply scats her way through the skepticism

(52:39):
scuveted dubbap. She just keeps crooning her cosmic tune and
hits every high note along the way, because in Pam's
mind and possibly her bed, the truth really is out
there and sometimes it likes to cuddle. Pamela would even
defend her story further in an open letter to the

(53:01):
UFO community, which we will close with right now. Reptilian
encounters is a subject that very few women are prepared
to go public with or speak openly about. I praise
the courage of the few that already have and endured
the public ridicule as a result. I've heard from women
whose families are trying to put them into institutions, and

(53:24):
women in the Bible Belt whose ministers think they're possessed
by demons. I'm not the only one who's had this happen.
I'm just the only one who would talk about it.
Reptilians are not a politically correct species in the UFO community,
and to admit to having sex with one much less
enjoying it is beyond the pale as far as the

(53:46):
more conservative members of that community are concerned. But I
know from my extensive reading and research, and from talking
personally to the dozens of women and men that I
am not unique in reports this kind of experience. I
am the first to admit that this is a vastly
complex subject, a kind of hall of mirrors where dimensional

(54:09):
realities are constantly shifting and changing. Certainly, the reptilians use
sex to control people in various ways. They have the
ability to shape shift and to control the mind of
the experiencer, as well as to give tremendous pleasure through
their mental powers. I've wrestled with all of these implications

(54:29):
and the various levels of meaning and possibilities represented by
my encounter experiences. I will say, however, as I have
said before, that I feel a deep respect for the
reptilian entity with whom I interacted and a profound connection
with this be. In a past life regression I did recently,

(54:50):
I went to a very remote period in the Earth's history,
perhaps hundreds of thousands of years ago, and saw myself
as one of a brotherhood of reptilian warriors, facing a
catastrophic event in which we perish together. It was possibly
nuclear in nature, since I saw a red cloud and
felt tremendous heat. I believe that on one level, I

(55:14):
may be meeting these entities again, perhaps fellow warriors from
the past warning us of an impending self inflicted doom.
Or perhaps they are different aspects of myself. I don't
really know. I'm just trying to unravel this puzzle like
everyone else. Following my initial art Bell interview, I received

(55:37):
hundreds of letters and emails, many from people describing similar
encounters to mine. I know that there are people out
there who are suffering in isolation and silence, thinking they
are going crazy. I've been able to give some of
these people's strength and courage so that they can move
through their fear and come out the other side, still

(55:58):
empowered and still able to celebrate life as the incredible
adventure that it truly is. I know that when I
was processing my gray experiences, if it had not been
for people like John Mack, Bud Hopkins, Kim Carlsberg, Whitley Streiber,
John Carpenter, and other researchers and experiencers who have been

(56:19):
courageous enough to come forward, putting their lives and reputations
on the line, I would have stayed in fear a
lot longer, cowering in a corner, my self esteem and
identity shatter, But thanks to them and to the wonderful
members of my support group, I am still standing, intact
and whole. I believe that the alien abduction experience is

(56:42):
profoundly linked to the momentous shift and consciousness that is
occurring as we enter the new millennium. We are witness
too and participants in the most fantastic era in human history.
And contrary to the mood of pessimism from some individuals
regarding the way mainstream media treats the UFO phenomenon and

(57:02):
the trepidation that is felt regarding its ultimate impact on
the human race, I remain unashamedly a positive. Everywhere I turn,
I find much greater public acceptance of the alien abduction
UFO phenomena an act of curiosity from enormous numbers of people.

(57:25):
I am encouraged by the fact that many more experiencers
have come forward, no longer hiding behind the cloak of anonymity.
I believe that within ten years, the reality of alien
abduction will be accepted as a fact by the majority
of people on this planet, and ridicule of the subject
by the media or anyone else will be regarded as

(57:48):
naive and dear responsible. Well, that is Pam's story. And
I wanted to talk just for a second about angels
and how angels. We've mentioned it before a number of
times on this show. Many times in the Bible, when
an angel would appear, it could appear in disguise as

(58:10):
a person like the one I can't remember who wrestled
the angel, but there was that. Then there was also
verses that say, the Angel of the Lord came upon
them and oh, they were so afraid, and or they
were so afraid or something like that. Now, granted, even
if the angelic being is beautiful and whatnot, if you
see it being and floating in the air in the dark, knight,

(58:30):
you're probably gonna be freaked out, whether it's good looking
or not. But there are many cases in which people
fall to the ground terrified when encountering angels, or they
don't even know that they're amongst angels, because clearly these
things can change in appearance, and we know that in
the Bible. There is the notion of immaculate conception. Mary

(58:53):
gave birth without knowing a man, without even knowing her husband,
I think, and there's this idea that maybe you know,
some have theorized that the angels, that these grays are
actually essentially angels. They are the angels written of in
holy books, whether it's Christianity or other forms of angels. Obviously,

(59:15):
I don't know. I'm not trying to say that or
that say that I think that's what I believe, or
anything like that. But there is this notion of obviously
immaculate conception here we have people that have these offspring.
Granted we know now, like obviously we could, it's not
beyond the realm of possibility that they could take a
bit of her DNA and essentially create offspring kind of

(59:36):
like what you know, like we do with like we've
done before, We've cloned animals and whatnot. And now granted
with Pam's story started when she was eight or nine
when she found those little divots in her skin. Now
hopefully not, and I don't I didn't get the impression
that they had had any sort of intimate contact with
her in that regard when she was I think that

(59:58):
happened when she was in a adult. My assumption is
when she met those kids, maybe they came from whatever
DNA they took from her. When she was young or something,
and then I don't know. Pam's story is certainly it's
out there, but it's fascinating nonetheless because she is seeing
it as a sense of empowerment. It makes me think

(01:00:19):
of the Shining when Jack Torrance thinks he's hugging that
beautiful woman, only to look in the mirror and see
the decaying corpse of the old woman. You know, it's
it's kind of like that she's getting that whoopsie day,
that sort of like reveal. But then you know, she's like,
I'm almost there. Yeah, Like obviously we know nothing about
these entities. Let's say, you know, they're a part of

(01:00:41):
a larger alien community, and to this larger community they're
considered like bandits or pirate or like whatever. They're like,
they're like a marauding band of Yes, that's right, they're
just an intergalactic reddit for them. But so props to
Pam at least in that regard of like standing by
her humanoid man in a weird way. She's like she

(01:01:03):
actually found that encounter when she got older is pleasurable
and whatnot. But you also there's the thing about her
having visions of herself back then, like one hundreds thousands
of years ago. Now there is a comment trait of
among stories like these where there is a bit of
not to say it isn't true or not, but there

(01:01:24):
is a bit of you could easily to see how
people would try to blame it on narcissism because oh,
I was the one they chose, like I I the
one who bridges the gap between us and them, like
in a way, there is a sort of element of that.

(01:01:44):
And obviously, like in the case with Mey, that first
encounter was from what it sounds like, was not consensual, right,
That first encounter it was like he literally called it
a violation. But then the second encounter he had was pleasurable.
So it's weird. Like how, especially with Mings, it seems
like in many of these cases, it's all about chemistry, right,

(01:02:07):
they have a first experience, like all of us, right,
their first time with the aliens is kind of like
almost like a nightmare in a way, and then like
their second time, they're like, ah, I got the hang
of this, you know what I mean?

Speaker 3 (01:02:19):
Yeah, exactly, yeah, okay, okay, I see where this goes.

Speaker 1 (01:02:23):
Yeah yeah, I get it now, all right, all right,
but yeah, interesting indeed interesting.

Speaker 3 (01:02:30):
Indeed, we can't even really I don't think we can
even have a clue as to their motivations, because, I mean,
as many scientists have pointed out, alien life might not
even be recognizable to us. It might be so different
than anything we could even comprehend. Yes, and the same

(01:02:50):
could probably be said for their motivations as well, because
they're so different. Who knows what their goals desires might be.
It's kind of impossible to say. It's truly strange but fascinating.

Speaker 1 (01:03:04):
Mystery, right, And that's it. Like you said, that's an
important thing to remember, is we have a sort of
bias to what makes life possible for us. Like even
when NASA sends out probes to other plants, they always say, oh,
we're looking for oxygen rich you know, which would support us.
And I guess earth like life, whether it's plant life

(01:03:27):
or animal life or But who's to say that that
isn't a poison environment to someone else. Like there's theories
that like in the liquid Methane of Neptune. I haven't
really looked at the story.

Speaker 3 (01:03:39):
I think it's a Europa one of the moons of Neptune.

Speaker 1 (01:03:42):
Something like that. They think there might actually be dune
like worms.

Speaker 3 (01:03:47):
That can like I'm thinking of something else.

Speaker 1 (01:03:49):
Well there's that too, But like I've also heard this
weird theory that these like dune like worms could like
live in this the methane of Neptune, and that some
think that that's they're sending signals that a lot of
the things we're seeing in the sky are like projections
from them. But that's just like obviously a way. But
I just use that as an example to show you, like,

(01:04:09):
alien life could mean a lot of things. It could
also mean unintelligent life, just like plant life or just
minor animal life, or it could be something more terrifying,
Like we mentioned it numerous times, but part of what
makes Ridley Scott's alien so cool is that it's it's
not this alien creature that's far beyond us technologically and

(01:04:30):
all that stuff. Instead, it's literally like if you got
locked in a cage with a lion. It's more like that.
It's like it's more just an animal that it doesn't
even necessarily hate these people on this ship. It's just
doing what it does. It eats, it lays its eggs,
and it's not even like it has a grudge it's
just doing what the animal does. And so that's also scary.

(01:04:53):
It's this thing like a what if there's things like
that where it's like it's not even necessarily intelligent life.
It's just basically a killing machine. Yeah. But anyway, Gage,
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