Out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train.
Yusef Islam used to be known as Cat Stevens. After finding a more spiritual path for himself he quit touring for quite a while. this was done sometime after many years of study and spiritual growth. The message is still just as poignant as it was way back when I first heard it as a young teen.
Get your bags together, go get your good friends too. ‘Cause it’s getting nearer.
turns fifty today. It was first used for a march on a nuclear weapons facility. For a story about it with links to a newspaper article go to our friend Ted’s Page.
Until last night I doubted that I would ever see an extra terrestrial craft. I never doubted they were there and when I was driving trucks I saw flying lights in the distance and imagined they were UFO’s but because of last night I know.
Not being able to sleep I bundled up and went to Dennys. After drinking about 3 cups of mud I decided to take a walk. The conversation was uninspiring and the wind had died down so I decided my own thoughts would be better than the oldsters at Denny’s counter.
Walking east on 23rd I quickly got into the neighborhood that has warehouses and is totally uninhabited by man at night. I figured my walk was about half over so I sat on a brick wall that used to hold a sign of some type. Lighting the joint I was carrying I looked around at my surroundings.
An abandoned building sat a ways back from the street across a gravel parking area overgrown with brush and leaves. Broken liquor bottles and used condoms were scattered in with the paper litter that had blown in on the wind. Everything was quiet but I could see the occasional car on Country Club Road. My view down 23rd ended at the dead end a couple hundred yards to the east. I could see clear to Main street looking west and knew I could eat the joint before anyone could reach me in a car. Smoking in public, even at 3:30 A.M. in a small town like Roswell, makes me cautious so I pre-plan. Nothing I had ever planned for prepared me for the rest of the night.
Suddenly the big doors on the warehouse behind me flew open and I was bathed in a weird greenish blue light. Despite the initial scare of the doors banging open I was instantly covered with a sense of peace. I felt no threat and slowly turned to see what was going on in the warehouse. Two men were approaching me.
As their outlines became filled with features I stood getting ready to explain what I was doing there. The biggest guy spoke with a heavy accent. Asking if he could get a hit of my weed they both smiled. It hadn’t occurred to me to ditch the roach when they arrived so I offered it to him. When I asked what they were working on in there They invited me to come take a look. Inside we all went.
In the center of the floor stood a weird looking van. Somewhat resembling an old 60’s style VW bus it was longer and rounded on both ends. I figured these freaks were building a float for some parade here. Thanksgiving and Christmas parades aren’t about UFO’s…but this IS Roswell.I didn’t see any wheels so I guessed it would be pulled on a trailer.
Then, to my great surprise I realized that nothing was holding it up. It was suspended in a pool of that same green/blue glow that had flooded the parking lot. This was cool. I hoped to learn more and said so.
They said they would show me how it worked because without a degree in astrophysics I’d never understand.
The door slid back and we got inside. Although cramped it was comfortable.We sat down and the short guy handed me back my roach. Its good schwag and we all had a little buzz.
“A friend of mine grows this shit back home” he said pulling a little cigarette case out of his coveralls.
I lit the proffered joint and immediately started choking.
“Lets ride to the club.”, he said to his buddy.
” K “, was the answer.
Suddenly, not in any way jolting or fast, just suddenly, we were above Roswell. I can tell it was Roswell because the “skyline” is easy to spot if you’ve ever come into town at night. Then the only light that we saw was the green/blue glow. Still that easy, calm feeling. No worries about abduction, where we were headed or anything. The weed he had offered was the best I’ve ever smoked and I quit after 3 or 4 puffs. Suddenly lights were below us and they formed a city quickly. A city I thought I recognized from the road patterns. A big city, not a town like we left only a few seconds ago.
Damn! That interstate system looks like Oklahoma City! How did we get here in seconds? Or was I so stoned I thought it was a short time? Would clubs be open in Okie City at this time?
We arrived at the “Club” where a covered parking area was filled with vehicles similar to the one we were in. When the door opened I couldn’t walk well and ambled stonededly (is that a word?) into the building with them.
.There were men of all races in the club but no women.
“Great”, I thought. No chicks. A gay bar for sure. A guy in a business suit asked me if I wanted a drink. Not really so I asked for a Coke. Fuckin’ Okie’s cant make decent coffee but Coke is the same all across the country.
I saw a door on the far side of the room. The sign said “PROBING ROOM”. many people stood in line waiting while others came out of the door with a satisfied look on their faces.
Then it hit me!! Aliens really did inhabit the earth. They even had their own social clubs. The rumors and actual accounts you hear so much about are true! The abductions and probes aren’t bullshit.
It really goes on.
I walked around and found the guys I had come with. I told them I understood everything.
The big guy asked me to look in his eyes and think the truth I had come to in my mind. If it were right I’d be returned immediately to Roswell. If I was wrong I’d have to become the probee in the Probe Room.
I looked into his eyes and sent a thought to him.
I was sitting on the brick wall on 23rd finishing the joint and getting ready to smoke that menthol before I walked home.
I realized I knew the secret of aliens. I had known and when I sent the telepathic message to my host he kept his promise.
Although they didn’t tell me not to say what I learned I still feel funny telling anyone.
Just don’t tell anybody it was me who told you.
Aliens can take the shape of humans or already look like us anyhow. All of them are male and reproduction is a man thing.
One more thing I saw at the club. Posters for upcoming alien events were all over the place. The Roswell event for the July 4 anniversary celebration will be attended by space men. They come for the party every year
No wonder the government silenced the knowledge about the 1947 crash outside of Roswell.
Don’t ask. Don’t tell.
Its times like this that make me glad I’m not a Republican. Florida’s primaries brought out the frontrunners Tuesday and showed who will be left in the dust. With McCain coming out on top and Mitt being the runner up I think we have seen the end of Rudy, Mike and Ron. While Paul was the best choice the Repubs had to offer he still came up short on foresight and it doesn’t hurt my feelings that he is 5th.
With 9/11 Giuliani preparing to drop out rumors are flying that he is going to endorse John McCain. Skippy The Bush Kangaroo says that means an additional 5 votes for John.
13 is my lucky number. People have a strange idea that 13 is unlucky. Some believe that it brings bad tides and omens. Some feel that only bad things can happen on the 13th of the month, especially Fridays,but the 13th of November, 1999 was one of the luckiest days of my life. I met KittyKitty for the first time.
The 13th pup from a litter of 16 he was the most adorable thing I had ever seen when it came to puppies. I picked him to be mine on the day he was born. I didn’t know he would eventually pick me to be his as well. 8 years later I still look at him as the best dog a guy could have had. He was truly my best friend.
Today he went to that great sofa in the sky. I’ve heard they have pools of nacho cheese with bacon floating in them. Soft couches are everywhere and there are plenty of kids to play with. Love abounds and more companions than he’ll know what to do with. Dogs and people hang out together and that other one, (god is just dog spelled backwards) will make sure he has everything he ever wants. He wont be in pain any more either. The last few months weren’t pain free for him but they will be now, forever.
I have so many wonderful memories of my close friend and when I struggle through my grief I guess they will be very comforting. Please listen to the If You Get Confused post today. It is a fitting song for his memory. The Grateful Dead always had a way of stealing my face right off my head and Kitty took it with him. I don’t need it anymore.
Sorry I haven’t posted in a few days but making sure his last few days were comfortable took a higher priority as well as much of my time.
In many parts of the country innuendos and accusations are flying. Obama, Clinton and Edwards are either picking each other apart or propping one another up. 9/11 Gulliani isn’t even trying to be in thwe same place as McCain or Romney. The big media is hammering away on talking points and quotes of the candidates and not paying much attention to the babbling of a very scary politician elsewhere.
George W is touring the Middle East right now. Drumming up support for an invasion of Iran and supposedly negotiating a peace deal with Israel and Palestine. Hanging out with the leaders of countries he is friendly with he is babbling his rhetoric and generally paving the road to an extended war with another madman on the same level of insanity as himself.
As Georgie tours the Sunni controlled countries he rails against the Shiite dominated Iran. Spreading the already festering hatred and resentment he is fueling a war that will just be a continuation of the centuries old dispute of theological differences. “But the time has come for a holy land where Palestinians and Israelis live together in peace.” , he said in a speech today.
I have wondered how his interpretation of his own religion has allowed him to delude himself into thinking that 2 religious groups who have been warring for a long time will be able to agree to share the same “holy land”. If he thinks he can convince Americans that it can happen he is probably right. Americans are gullible. They will swallow whatever pill that is shoved into their face by the teevee news no matter how ridiculous it seems.
So in this time of mudslinging in the US I guess The Evil Bushman got jealous. He felt the need to sling some himself and who better to sling things at but Iran. Or maybe it was his plan all along. Start the war with Iran while America was looking another way.
Alien Trucker
April 11th, 2008 by Rocky 
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