The time has come, our return is imminent.
Any knowledge we imparted is lost. Advanced civilizations dead and our wisdom forgotten. Any lasting records are disbelieved, or assigned erroneous explanations.
We were there when the Great Pyramids were constructed in Giza, when the Mayans and Incas built their mighty empires on the Yucatán Peninsula and in the Peruvian highlands. We were there when the Anaszi shaped their cliff cities at Mesa Verda, and there when the Nabateans carved their castles in the sandstone of Jordan.
Records of our visits are etched in stone, painted on cave walls, yet disregarded as crude symbolism. Idols of gold and jade, of clay and stone, crafted by artisans as lasting homage are misunderstood. Indigenous tribes still celebrate our visitations, yet are regarded as primitive rituals and not reenactments.
Worshipped as gods, we were once called angels. We are your myths and folklore, your legends and fables.
Laying low, biding our time, we’ve waited for our moment. When you need us the most, when your continued existence depends once again on our intervention, we shall reappear.
We aren’t far away. We never left.
*My menfolk enjoy watching “Ancient Aliens” on the History Channel. Regardless, of whether you believe earth was ever visited by extraterrestrials in our distant past, the show is compelling while also verging on the ridiculous. It does, however; raise a lot of intriguing questions. I’m open-minded to the possibility of intelligent life existing on other planets in far, far away galaxies, but am more convinced that any possible aliens are already co-existing with us, perhaps dwelling in our vast and mysterious oceans. There are regions, such as the 7-mile deep Mariana Trench, that have never been thoroughly explored. Some of the earth’s known sea life is truly alien.
**Photo venue: Tennessee Aquarium, Chattanooga
18 thoughts on “Ancient aliens”
I also thought of American Gods. Love the mildly threatening tone that turns “reassuring” at the end.
btw, biding our time.
The existence of that show cracks me up to no end.
I’m not quite sure whether to wish for the return of these aliens or not; even if it’s salvation, it seems like it would be an end to the lives we have now.
I like the flow of this. I started off slightly menacing at the beginning — the thoughtful of a constant, watchful gaze — but slowly slid into something that I found almost comforting.
This piece is fraught with the prompt!
I wonder how much worse things have to get for them to show themselves…
echoing the other comments – Tara, your writing always blows me away.