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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2016 3:04:25 GMT -6
It's been a while since I've posted anything on my blog because I've been too busy (lazy ) to write anything. I need to get back to it so I'm going to put something here today. Every now and then I have an idea for a song pop into my head and I will write the lyrics down just for the heck of it. I haven't actually done anything with any of them because I'm a writer not a singer or a musician. I can't dance worth a flying flip-flop neither. I would someday like to learn to play some instruments but I'm not going to hold my breath waiting for it to happen because if I did I would look like this... ...for a long time. This is a song that I wrote about alien abductions which is a subject that I am slightly familiar with. Cliff wanted me to post it here so I'm gonna go ahead and do it. I hope you guys like it. The Alien in Me
They come in the night When everyone's peacefully sleeping Their eyes hypnotize So you won't remember a thing There may be monsters under your bed You hear their voices inside of your head
Blacker than night are the eyes They even see what you're feeling Then the lights paralyze And you float up to the ceiling You don't know if it's real or just dreaming But when you wake up you can hear yourself screaming!
(chorus) Take me! Take me! Take me away from this hell that I am living in Wake me! Wake me! Wake me up from this nightmare that is my life
The things that they do Cause me such pain and confusion They're coming for you Or maybe it's just an illusion I cry for help but there's no one to save me Everyone says that I'm going crazy!
Take me! Take me! Take me away from this hell that I am living in Wake me! Wake me! Wake me up from this nightmare that is my life
Take me! Take me! Take me away from this hell that I am living in Wake me! Wake me! Wake me up from this nightmare that is my life
(background chorus) Nobody knows the hell that I've been going through No one believes the things that I have seen No one can feel the terror that's inside of me No one can see the alien in me
Whenever they come to take me I feel so alone I'm all on my own I keep on screaming I wanna go home!
Take me! Take me! Take me away from this hell that I am living in Wake me! Wake me! Wake me up from this nightmare that is my life
Take me! Take me! Take me away from this hell that I am living in Wake me! Wake me! Wake me up from this nightmare that is my life
Nobody knows the hell that I've been going through No one believes the things that I have seen No one can feel the terror that's inside of me No one can see the alien in me(BUMP)
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Post by paulette on Feb 15, 2016 12:36:26 GMT -6
Maybe you and the Artic Amazon could come up with a musical score. She's pretty busy these days though.
I think this touches on a theme that repeats here - that many of us feel changed by our experiences, tied to another lifeform and intelligence perhaps, bearing memories that cannot be reconciled. I have been taking in information about false memories and this really muddies the water for me. That I somehow talked myself into something that scared the *bleep* out of me and when investigated seemed to be sprinkled through my earlier memories. How old was I when I "decided" to tell myself (NOT OTHERS!) a story about being contacted? About being frightened when alone under the sky outside?
I can't say though that I was left with a nightmare life or that I went through hell. I think I've had a few moments of hell on earth and the Visitor experiences do not measure up to that - unbearable pain of a shattered arm. A heartbreak of my first love that lasted over a year (my senior year of highschool no less) and which I can barely remember except with a clench of shutting down those yearnings.)
But that's me. I would have to say, "The wonder and terror that's inside of me."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2016 19:49:19 GMT -6
Maybe you and the Artic Amazon could come up with a musical score. She's pretty busy these days though. I think this touches on a theme that repeats here - that many of us feel changed by our experiences, tied to another lifeform and intelligence perhaps, bearing memories that cannot be reconciled. I have been taking in information about false memories and this really muddies the water for me. That I somehow talked myself into something that scared the *bleep* out of me and when investigated seemed to be sprinkled through my earlier memories. How old was I when I "decided" to tell myself (NOT OTHERS!) a story about being contacted? About being frightened when alone under the sky outside? I can't say though that I was left with a nightmare life or that I went through hell. I think I've had a few moments of hell on earth and the Visitor experiences do not measure up to that - unbearable pain of a shattered arm. A heartbreak of my first love that lasted over a year (my senior year of highschool no less) and which I can barely remember except with a clench of shutting down those yearnings.) But that's me. I would have to say, "The wonder and terror that's inside of me." I have been taking in information about false memories and this really muddies the water for me.Why? and yes, you can view several layers to that question, because I think it's natural that you would have studied this subject before. So the first question of this is "why now?" I'm not trying to be "crass" . . I don't know your circumstances, and you don't have to answer me. I just don't know if the timing of this means anything to you/do other pieces fit, or if truly random things are happening in your life right now.
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Post by skywalker on Mar 12, 2016 20:36:25 GMT -6
I admit I may have exaggerated a little about the "hell I've been living in" part but those are the words that popped into my head when I was writing the song so I went with it. Part of the experiences could be considered kind of hellatious though...like waking up from nightmares almost every night not knowing where I was or whether some horrible thing with sharp teeth was about to put the chomps on me. That's not exactly a pleasant experience. I still think it's a cool song though. Out of all the songs I've written this is one of my all time favorites. One of these years I'm going to get it recorded.
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Post by paulette on Mar 15, 2016 13:28:28 GMT -6
"I have been taking in information about false memories and this really muddies the water for me. Why? and yes, you can view several layers to that question, because I think it's natural that you would have studied this subject before. So the first question of this is "why now?" I'm not trying to be "crass" . . I don't know your circumstances, and you don't have to answer me. I just don't know if the timing of this means anything to you/do other pieces fit, or if truly random things are happening in your life right now." jcurio Read more: theedgeofreality.proboards.com/thread/5/edge-reality?page=4#ixzz4305En5C7J Curio I have wrestled (in my own mind) with the False memory theory. I felt initially that they had an agenda to discredit children who later recalled abuse. One of the experiments was to talk to a child about "the time they got lost in the mall." Most children obliged with a story that fit the criteria of that (especially with prompting). But what child HASN'T BEEN LOST even if the adults could see them and they were technically not lost. But frightened, looking around in a sea of strangers that were 3 times their height and didn't make eye contact. I do believe that memories get polished and perhaps edited for a final telling. But I would never disbelieve a child who remembered being lost. I would never disbelieve a child's account of strange things happening in the dark and perhaps the threat not to tell. What exactly happened? Only two people know and one was young with limited abilities to identify and name the same. So why do people fear the sky, believe that they awaken in a lit-up blue or green (or in my case orange) light and are not sure what happened. Skywalker's song nails this down. Underneath it all, the experiencer just WANTS TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. Is this memory or whatever a usual component of childhood? Or adulthood for that matter.? The details may be distorted by dream, or fear, or time, or other input. But the core of the matter....that something happened and what was it? seems to me to be the point. The details...are details. IMO. I had dreams and memories that I never expected to frame as UFOish. Now...I throw them in the same basket. I have other baskets that most people won't believe happened to me either. I seem to be able to spin from this now to the past to connect with people who seemed to be forever lost. One such man is even as I type is editing my book manuscript. I knew him when I was in my early twenties. That's 55 years ago. Do other people do this? I don't know. People can believe they saw the Virgin Mary or the Devil or Faeries or whatever and never use any of the talk that we do here. Whatever is bearable I'm thinking. Familiar enough to be able to put that memory SOMEWHERE. So I do and don't fully accept false memory syndrome. But the benefit of the doubt always goes to the teller in front of me (and I grant myself the same deal). Even folks like Randy. Randy stretched my ability to just read what he wrote without a lot of judgements. But maybe my take changed because he told me he was a blue-collar guy, a pipe fitter I think, and that he was used to people not believing him and just had to accept that. Not a guy to go on TV and talk about his stuff. And so he too is in the What-the-Hell...basket. Anyway. Thought I'd answer your question. Skywalker I like your song even more in second reading. The wanting to wake up working on two levels - I want to wake up and all of this isn't happening and I want to wake up and really know what the hell is going on.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2016 13:32:26 GMT -6
Our eyes only detect visible light. There is a broad spectrum..... Welcome to " Reality ".
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Post by Morgan Sierra on May 31, 2018 22:33:29 GMT -6
This has been an interesting day. I managed to get a bug out of the forum with a ton of help from Proboards. And photobucket finally decided to pull their heads out of their rearends and allow me to post photos again. I'm still having to pay to do it, but $60 bucks a year is a heck of a lot less infuriating than the $400 they originally tried to rape me for. To honor my newfound ability to post stuff again I am posting a photo from the Orlando Comic Con I attended last weekend. I'm pretty sure this is one of my favorite photos of all time. This is me with Lucy Lawless... And the picture I drew of her...
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Post by jcurio on Nov 20, 2021 7:08:27 GMT -6
Wow! It HAS been a long time since you posted on here. 🤗
Dont you think its time that you let us know what is going on with you lately?
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