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The Secret People

I was young when I first saw them, just a fifteen year old boy from a small town. I hadn’t imagined anything like them. My mother never let us watch anything horror or fantasy, afraid it was all made by satanists trying to corrupt us. So when I saw one it was the most horrifying thing I had seen.

We were camping out, me and my friends. Our conservative parents were glad it was just the boys, not knowing Terry was gay and Leo was bi. It was there idea, a way for them to get away from society to do what horny teens do. They invited us as a cover. I didn’t know, I wouldn’t have been their friends if I did, before I left for college and learned about the world. Peet knew but didn’t care.

We had a good time. We tried to fish, nothing was biting, but catching fish is rarely the point of fishing, Peet brought beers his uncle bought him, (it wasn’t anything creepy, his uncle was the local drug dealer and didn’t see the problem), Leo brought some vodka he got from his parents collection, I brought food and snacks. We built a fire in the old fire pit, sat, laughed, joked, told silly ghost stories, Leo told us the plot of Aliens.

We only had two tents, I shared with Peet, Terry and Leo shared a tent, probably doing what horny teens do. It was late, after midnight when I had to pee. The light of the full moon shined through the fall trees. I pissed on a tree, on some old, probably older than us, heart with a couples names carved in it.

In my peripheral I saw something. I stuffed myself back into my pants, assuming it was someone. It’s movement told me it wasn’t anything human. It stood on it’s hind legs but got down and moved on all fours like an animal. Standing up it walked on its hind legs, but not a human walk, nor like a bear.

It didn’t know I was there, it was looking for something on the ground, likely foraging. I slowly walked backwards, back towards camp. The crunching of leaves alerted it to my presence. It looked at me. I was so scared I couldn’t move. It stealthily ran up to me, some how barely making a sound, only a slight and low crack of leaves. Every fiber of my being told me to run but I couldn’t. It stood right in front of me, in the dim moon light I could see the shine in it’s eyes. I saw a three fingered hand with six inch claws reaching for my head.

It was interrupted by the crack of a branch. It looked towards the sound then ran. I was frozen until I saw the light of Leo’s flashlight. He got up to pee himself. He said I was as white as a ghost. I didn’t know what to say, I thought no one would believe me. I told him I had a nightmare then thought I heard something.

I couldn’t sleep the rest of the night, not until dawn. I lay wandering if it was indeed a nightmare. We went home the next day, having to be in church on Sunday. By Sunday night I had convinced myself it was a nightmare. I heard something outside my bedroom window, looking out I saw it. Illuminated by the light shining out of my window I got a better look at it, brown scaly skin, a dozen thick feather like hairs on it’s head, large eyes with dark sclera and brown irises. It was pawing at the window with a it’s four fingered hands, the fourth finger a thumb. I closed the curtain, grabbed my baseball bat from the closet. Sitting on my bed I gripped that bat as if my life depended on it. I knew my parents would not believe me if I told them. Again I didn’t sleep until dawn.

On the way home from school the next day I saw two from the school bus window, hiding in the bushes and shadows of the woods. I didn’t sleep much at night, I kept my curtain closed. I would fall asleep in class, nap during the day when I was supposed to be doing chores. Eventually my parents talked to me, a rarity in my home. They were convinced I was on drugs. I broke down telling them what I saw, I was certain they would not believe me but I didn’t know what else to say.

My Dad sat, looking down. My Mom did not believe me, she accused me of doing LSD. Dad told her to let him talk to me alone. He had me follow him to the garage, I didn’t know what he was going to do, I was convinced I’d get a beating at least. He took a photo from a drawer at his work bench, it was the creature. This one was lit, it’s pupils cross shaped.

Dad called them spooks, he said they were something old, older than even Adam and Eve. We are not supposed to be able to see them but a few do. He said best thing to do is pretend not to see them, I should never interact or stare at them. Ignore them when they are there and they will ignore me. Some have a curiosity about people, that is how he took the photo, but most will just go on with their lives.

I still see them, though I’m not frightened anymore. I keep my distance, act like I don’t see them when they get near. I became a zoologist because of them, I wanted to study them and do now. I call them the Secreti Populi, Latin for “the secret people”. I suspect they are the origin of the conspiracy theories about reptilian aliens. They are not alien though and they can not shape shift, only hide from us. They are herbivores feeding mostly on mushrooms and other fungi. They seem to be solitary or live in groups no larger than three. I have never witnessed how they mate or reproduce, nor do I know if they have places where they gather in larger groups. I still know so little about them, they are secretive and fearful of us knowing they exist.

If you see them, don’t look directly at them, act as if they are not there and they will leave you alone. They have strong senses and will know you are there before you know they are. They are fast, if you anger them they can be on you faster than you can get away or fight back. They know what a gun is, if you try to shoot them you’d be lucky to hit them and if you miss you won’t get a second shot. But you shouldn’t fear them, they have no ill intentions to us, they just want to live their lives and we should let them.

Image in header by Tomegos from Pixabay

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The Secret People

I was young when I first saw them, just a fifteen year old boy from a small town. I hadn’t imagined anything like them. My mother never let us watch anything horror or fantasy, afraid it was all made by satanists trying to corrupt us. So when I saw one it was the most horrifying thing I had seen.

We were camping out, me and my friends. Our conservative parents were glad it was just the boys, not knowing Terry was gay and Leo was bi. It was there idea, a way for them to get away from society to do what horny teens do. They invited us as a cover. I didn’t know, I wouldn’t have been their friends if I did, before I left for college and learned about the world. Peet knew but didn’t care.

We had a good time. We tried to fish, nothing was biting, but catching fish is rarely the point of fishing, Peet brought beers his uncle bought him, (it wasn’t anything creepy, his uncle was the local drug dealer and didn’t see the problem), Leo brought some vodka he got from his parents collection, I brought food and snacks. We built a fire in the old fire pit, sat, laughed, joked, told silly ghost stories, Leo told us the plot of Aliens.

We only had two tents, I shared with Peet, Terry and Leo shared a tent, probably doing what horny teens do. It was late, after midnight when I had to pee. The light of the full moon shined through the fall trees. I pissed on a tree, on some old, probably older than us, heart with a couples names carved in it.

In my peripheral I saw something. I stuffed myself back into my pants, assuming it was someone. It’s movement told me it wasn’t anything human. It stood on it’s hind legs but got down and moved on all fours like an animal. Standing up it walked on its hind legs, but not a human walk, nor like a bear.

It didn’t know I was there, it was looking for something on the ground, likely foraging. I slowly walked backwards, back towards camp. The crunching of leaves alerted it to my presence. It looked at me. I was so scared I couldn’t move. It stealthily ran up to me, some how barely making a sound, only a slight and low crack of leaves. Every fiber of my being told me to run but I couldn’t. It stood right in front of me, in the dim moon light I could see the shine in it’s eyes. I saw a three fingered hand with six inch claws reaching for my head.

It was interrupted by the crack of a branch. It looked towards the sound then ran. I was frozen until I saw the light of Leo’s flashlight. He got up to pee himself. He said I was as white as a ghost. I didn’t know what to say, I thought no one would believe me. I told him I had a nightmare then thought I heard something.

I couldn’t sleep the rest of the night, not until dawn. I lay wandering if it was indeed a nightmare. We went home the next day, having to be in church on Sunday. By Sunday night I had convinced myself it was a nightmare. I heard something outside my bedroom window, looking out I saw it. Illuminated by the light shining out of my window I got a better look at it, brown scaly skin, a dozen thick feather like hairs on it’s head, large eyes with dark sclera and brown irises. It was pawing at the window with a it’s four fingered hands, the fourth finger a thumb. I closed the curtain, grabbed my baseball bat from the closet. Sitting on my bed I gripped that bat as if my life depended on it. I knew my parents would not believe me if I told them. Again I didn’t sleep until dawn.

On the way home from school the next day I saw two from the school bus window, hiding in the bushes and shadows of the woods. I didn’t sleep much at night, I kept my curtain closed. I would fall asleep in class, nap during the day when I was supposed to be doing chores. Eventually my parents talked to me, a rarity in my home. They were convinced I was on drugs. I broke down telling them what I saw, I was certain they would not believe me but I didn’t know what else to say.

My Dad sat, looking down. My Mom did not believe me, she accused me of doing LSD. Dad told her to let him talk to me alone. He had me follow him to the garage, I didn’t know what he was going to do, I was convinced I’d get a beating at least. He took a photo from a drawer at his work bench, it was the creature. This one was lit, it’s pupils cross shaped.

Dad called them spooks, he said they were something old, older than even Adam and Eve. We are not supposed to be able to see them but a few do. He said best thing to do is pretend not to see them, I should never interact or stare at them. Ignore them when they are there and they will ignore me. Some have a curiosity about people, that is how he took the photo, but most will just go on with their lives.

I still see them, though I’m not frightened anymore. I keep my distance, act like I don’t see them when they get near. I became a zoologist because of them, I wanted to study them and do now. I call them the Secreti Populi, Latin for “the secret people”. I suspect they are the origin of the conspiracy theories about reptilian aliens. They are not alien though and they can not shape shift, only hide from us. They are herbivores feeding mostly on mushrooms and other fungi. They seem to be solitary or live in groups no larger than three. I have never witnessed how they mate or reproduce, nor do I know if they have places where they gather in larger groups. I still know so little about them, they are secretive and fearful of us knowing they exist.

If you see them, don’t look directly at them, act as if they are not there and they will leave you alone. They have strong senses and will know you are there before you know they are. They are fast, if you anger them they can be on you faster than you can get away or fight back. They know what a gun is, if you try to shoot them you’d be lucky to hit them and if you miss you won’t get a second shot. But you shouldn’t fear them, they have no ill intentions to us, they just want to live their lives and we should let them.

Image in header by Tomegos from Pixabay

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Freaky Friday newsblips for 19 July 2024

I found a mixed bag of fun items that I wanted to share. So here’s a Freaky Friday buffet…

Squaring the circles

A square crop circle appeared at Normanton Down Barrows, near Stonehenge, Wiltshire, England on July 14, 2024. Apparently, the farmer didn’t know about it until it appeared on social media. One person says the design may represent “circling the square” – a depiction of the moon phases around the earth, as Stonehenge functioned as a celestial observatory. The landowner opened the feature to the public in order to raise funds to preserve Stonehenge. Source: Crop Circle Connector

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ga6S4KycgA

The tea was a bit off that day

Still in England, back to last November, Britons were experiencing Storm Ciarán – a record low pressure system. A study by meteorologists published recently indicated that, during this storm event, water boiled at a lower temperature, from 100 to 98C. This happens at high elevations, which is why you sometimes see high altitude directions for a recipe. The study noted that the very low pressure coincided with breakfast time leading The Guardian to print this headline: “Storm Ciarán’s low pressure made tea taste worse, say scientists “

The lower temperature, caused by the lower air pressure, was less effective at extracting flavors from tea leaves, giving a weaker cup than normal if the typical process was followed. I’m not sure Britons noticed, but it was a cheeky way to frame the study anyway.

Marjorie’s strange sounds

I don’t want to delve deeply into politics but this story made me giggle weirdly in my throat. Jon Stewart noticed that Marjorie Taylor Greene, speaking at the RNC, sports a weirdly fake grin and makes a strange noise when she pauses. He wonders what is up with that.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8yL3I_6Oco&t=302s

I have a thought. Maybe SHE is a Reptilian!

Some people, who are prone to believe in truly outrageous conspiracy ideas, suggest that lizard-humans are in positions of world power where they hide their true nature, but sometimes slip up. The slip up could be a change in their eyes or other features for a short moment that reveals their secret. If I believed in such a thing, I might be persuaded that she, of the famous “Jewish space lasers,” was not as she really appears, even though she doesn’t really hide the nasty and harassing behavior. MTG has trotted out dozens of ludicrous claims and conspiracy ideas, including that her opponents were committing child murder as part of a Satanic cult. I have not found a mention of her speaking of the Reptilians or reptoids, which have roots in anti-Semitic and alien invasion rhetoric, but with her many gaffs (such as the “Peach Tree dish” and “Gazpacho” police), and her vehement anti-science views on climate change and evolution, she just might be the devil themself trying to deceive us. Or, she could be hiding her identity in order to take control of society. Hmm, the evidence is mounting.

I’m just saying…!!! Just having a bit of fun at her expense. Seems like something she would do to someone else.

Feder watch party

Finally, I am recommending that you add this new series to your watch list: Dr. Ken Feder, in conjunction with History Colorado, has posted a 10 part series on YouTube called “Exposing Hoaxes, Busting Myths and Solving Mysteries” related to archaeology. Ken is a fantastic speaker and a world expert in this area. The episodes include discussion of Ancient astronaut/aliens, Atlantis, famous hoaxes in archaeology and more. It’s a delight and it’s FREE. Start here at Episode 1.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcQFNL2av9c

There is a playlist of all of them but they aren’t in order right now (maybe they’ll fix that at my request.) Content warning – he swears. If you know, you know, and it’s great.

#archaeology #conspiracy #cropCircles #England #MarjorieTaylorGreene #monster #news #reptilian #reptoid #science #Stonehenge #StormCiaran #strangeNoise #tea #weather

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