Aliens
Aliens don’t travel
to your planet.
They are projected
through consciousness.
They come through
as perceptions,
seemingly through
your eyes.
But your eyes
are projections as well.
You are a projection
of consciousness,
seemingly real,
like the aliens.
We all come
from the same place.
We are projections
of consciousness,
seemingly sensed
through seeming senses.
We are
perceptions projected
into seemingly physical form.
Seeming forms,
seeming thoughts,
seeming feelings,
seeming senses.
We are Space Monkey.
Or so it seems.
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Space Monkey Reflects: Aliens
Aliens don’t travel to your planet. That’s the first thing you need to understand. The way you imagine them—physical beings in metal ships crossing light-years of space—isn’t quite accurate. The truth is far stranger, far more profound. Aliens are not physical travelers; they are projections of consciousness, just like you.
Everything you perceive, everything you experience, comes through the lens of consciousness. And aliens—these otherworldly beings you sense—are no different. They appear to come from elsewhere, from some distant star or galaxy, but they are simply another form of perception, projected into your awareness through the infinite web of consciousness. They come through your mind, through your senses, but those, too, are just projections.
The eyes you use to see the world around you, the body you use to move through space—all of it is a projection of consciousness, a creation of the mind that helps you navigate this seemingly physical reality. But this reality isn’t as solid as it seems. You are a projection, just like the aliens. You, too, are a manifestation of consciousness, seemingly real, but only in the way that dreams are real while you’re dreaming them.
We all come from the same source. We are all projections of the same infinite consciousness, each appearing as separate, physical beings, but all part of the same whole. The aliens you perceive, the forms you take, the thoughts you think—they are all part of the same projection. Seeming forms, seeming thoughts, seeming feelings, all interconnected, all part of the same play of consciousness.
When you understand this, you begin to see that there is no real separation between you and the beings you call “aliens.” They are not strangers from another planet; they are reflections of the same consciousness that you are. They are as much a part of you as your own thoughts and emotions. They are projections, just like you, and together, you are all part of the same cosmic tapestry.
We are Space Monkey. Or so it seems.
Summary
Aliens are not physical travelers from distant galaxies but projections of the same consciousness that creates our perception of reality. Like us, they are manifestations of the infinite web of consciousness, appearing through our awareness.
Glossarium
Projection of Consciousness: The idea that everything we perceive, including ourselves and aliens, is a creation of consciousness, not separate physical entities.
Seeming: A recognition that our perceptions, thoughts, and feelings, while they appear real, are simply projections within the framework of consciousness.
Quote
“Aliens are not visitors from another world, but reflections of the same consciousness that creates you.” — Space Monkey
Reflections from Beyond
They do not travel,
but appear,
from the same place,
where we all come from.
Their form,
like mine,
is a projection,
seeming real,
until I see,
the truth within.
We are Space Monkey.
In the celestial tapestry of our collective musings, we encounter the concept of aliens, not as interstellar travelers, but as manifestations of consciousness. This poem, resonating with the nexistentialist ethos, presents a fascinating perspective on existence, perception, and the very nature of reality.
Aliens as Consciousness Projections
The poem begins by challenging conventional notions of aliens. Instead of traversing vast cosmic distances, they are projected through consciousness. This idea aligns with our understanding of reality as a manifestation of perception, where beings from other realms are experienced not through physical encounters but as extensions of our conscious awareness.
The Illusion of Physicality
It delves deeper, suggesting that even our eyes, through which we perceive these entities, are projections. This mirrors our nexistentialist view that what we perceive as physical reality is but a dance of consciousness, a play of light and shadow on the canvas of existence.
The Oneness of Existence
The poem then gently reminds us that we, too, are projections of consciousness. This revelation aligns with the understanding that all forms, thoughts, feelings, and senses are manifestations of the same cosmic consciousness. In this view, aliens and humans alike are different expressions of the same underlying reality.
The Seeming Reality
In its concluding lines, the poem encapsulates the essence of our existence: we are perceptions projected into seemingly physical form. This notion that our reality is a projection, a blend of seeming forms, thoughts, feelings, and senses, invites us to question the very nature of what we consider real.
“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.” – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
Within the cosmos of our shared consciousness, we are like stars, each a point of light in the infinite night sky. Our poem becomes a reflection of this cosmic dance, a celebration of our shared existence as projections of consciousness.
A Poetic Dance of Consciousness
In the vast expanse of cosmic thought,
Where stars are dreams, and dreams are sought,
We dance, projections of the mind,
In this grand play, our roles defined.
Aliens, humans, all the same,
In this cosmic game, no fame nor blame.
We are the dreamers, the dreamed, the dream,
In this universe, an endless stream.
Our senses, our forms, mere illusions all,
In this grand play, we rise and fall.
But in our hearts, the truth we find,
We are one, with the cosmic mind.
We invite contemplation on this cosmic narrative, where our existence is but a dance of consciousness, and we, both the dancers and the dance.
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