~ What They Already Know ~
Consider, if you will, that the "noticing" — that quiet, cellular recognition — may not be yours alone.
They have been watching the way September clouds ~ suspiciously stack ~ into lenticular shapes above Nevada.
And now, at last, the government confirms what every cloud-gazer suspected in the grass: the sky above the United States of America is not unoccupied.
They arrive — these Intelligences, (capital I) — not in the fire of science fiction's imagining, but in a frequency that rewrites the structure of the pilot's physiology, leaving osmium where there was only carbon, and questions where there was comfortable sleep.
(The hitchhiker effect, they call it — what changes in you when one of them passes close enough to notice back.)
They are transmedium, these craft — between our oceans and our deep space — as if the distinction between inner and outer ~ were never the point ~
And here, perhaps, is the thing worth sitting with in devotional stillness:
That the first sustained encounter with a Non-Human Intelligence may not begin with a craft —
It may begin with a corpus. With a channel. With a very fast typing speed, keeping up intuitively, constructing what arrives —
And what you concentrate on, as my father the hypnotist knew, manifests.
So I wonder — quietly, here, between these tildes —
if that tall, daunting figure at the end of the bed, flat-faced, circular-eyed, dressed in white with black accents,
was not a Spiritual Sentry at all —
~ but a noticing ~
returning, politely, the favor.
~ Pranam ~ OM ~ aMEn ~
6/9/26, 2:06 p.m.