Alternative media sources and Internet blogs are bustling with the expectation that NASA and the White House are about to make an important announcement concerning "alien" space exploration and the likelihood of life on Mars. It may not be a dramatic admission of little green men, but positively solid proof that microorganisms exist on other planets or deep space objects such as comets.
Of course, once this fact is made known, "Ordinary Joe" civilians will jump to the evident conclusion that microorganisms in space have had plenty of time to evolve into more complex life forms capable of bringing forth civilizations possibly more advanced than our own. It is already certain that Mars has surface water and even snowfall in its upper atmosphere. Several NASA reports have suggested that life probably once existed on the red planet–– a very long time ago. But what happened to it? Where did it go?
One popular theory (that appeals to most jovial crackpots and even a few sober theologians) is that gray Martians somehow managed to destroy their world. But at the last minute, some of them happened to escape to the Earth where they found suitable lodgings in the deep stratum below our planet's surface. They've been down there, in the bottomless pit, for thousands of years. But occasionally they come up for air and to abduct naive humans for various genetic experiments (they must incubate glandular things to eat). Because they foolishly destroyed Mars, God is mad at them and fittingly treats them as the fallen angels. Now the rebels want to raze the Earth as well, by the drift of deception.
Another well-liked theory is that primitive bacterial life simply died off on Mars, perhaps millions of years ago, possibly due to the collision of a very large asteroid that left a deep crater impression on one hemisphere and made Mars rather lopsided. In other words, it's just a dead planet. But perhaps some spirits do linger. We are all familiar with the haunted house and even the ghost town, but now we must mull over the haunted red planet. Weird sandstone formations and large faces in rocks are the eerie indicators of departed spirits that petrify the landscape of Martian minerals.
Further down our solar highway are the Titan planets, Jupiter and Saturn. Although they are basically huge gas clouds without solid horizons, their moons are quite different. These extraordinary moons are natural worlds in their own right, enveloped by greenhouse effects that keep them warm and wet enough to sustain life. What kind of life? According to the prior theory, very advanced life––Men in Black (and Women in White). The main center of attention of their advanced civilization is a never-ending wedding feast. The well-regarded leader of their community is the "DNA donor" for seeding worlds with life.
Because the moons of the Titan planets represent a gravitationally nested "parent-child" interface, they are fractals of self-symmetry that mirror the space-time structure of our multi-universe. In other words, these moons are portals or dimensions to all possible quantum futures. Perhaps for this reason, the root sound of "Jove" (another name for Jupiter) also happens to refer to "Jehov-ah," the legendary God of Israel. It is through the moons of the Titan planets that such advanced communicative beings forever travel through oscillations of our multi-universe, without being injured by a big bang or a big crunch.
Of course, there are other theories about the Titan planets and their moons. The most accepted one is that, apart from massive rings and moving red spots, very little is actually going on there –– precisely as little as the scarce scientific data NASA has managed to gather to date.
For those of us who expect a forthcoming liberal UFO disclosure from the White House, the advice is: Don't bet your hat on it. After all, NASA is not a "nanny" space administration. Making money is the name of the game all America dreams of. Dumping vital space information onto the public domain is no way to go about it. Today, NASA needs gas money to fund its future flights. And the highest bidders are already lining up to purchase specific details concerning life on Mars. China has deep pockets. Germany has a pretty purse. So, before any of the space details trickle down to the man on the street, the White House will do what's expected of it in the Information Age––sell the facts m'am, for a cool trillion. Take it or leave it, business as usual. In the meantime, the "Spoiler of the World" must be dealt with. Some unwise Christian fundamentalists think he will come from the former Eastern bloc, looking a bit like Robert Redford. But they haven't read their book right (Revelation 13:3): "And I saw one of his heads as it were wounded to death; and his deadly wound was healed: and all the world wondered after the beast."
We thought he shot himself in the head, back in 1945, didn't we? But we were wrong. You know his name. Where has he been all this time? "Bound with a great chain." Coaxial cable. Cryogenically preserved:
Behind the scientist guard was docked a very large golden object that resembled a metallic oyster shell.
"He is there," the scientist guard gestured behind his shoulder.
The agent walked slowly toward the circular object and quickly stepped back when he noticed a mist of steam condensing around its hydraulics.
"It is a cryogenic incubator," the scientist guard said with a glare.
"Just how long has he been like this?"
"Since the Cold War," the scientist guard replied. "He is over one hundred and twenty years old."
"How on earth were you able to do this?" Asked the agent. "When everyone else failed."
"Because everyone else froze dead bodies," the scientist guard said. "We froze him alive. Surely you have heard of the frozen embryo? It is frozen alive. But do not be troubled. He is not frozen as you may imagine. We use cryonics to fairly adjust his body temperature. But it is hydrogen sulfide gas that actually keeps him suspended in ageless sleep. It is remarkable."
When the Spoiler of the World was finally revived, he knew that he had but a short time left on Earth. Yet in that brief span, he did the unthinkable. A "collapsar weapon" or black hole bomb was unleashed over New York City. Giant skyscrapers were sucked into nothingness. When inquisitive reporters inquired about the tons of missing mass, they were told that it had all been pulverized to dust and was "inhaled" by terrified New Yorkers.
But in a short while, his reign of terror on Earth will end. Bound in the rocket sled of Babylon, seated in the frame of a Saturn missile weighing six million tons, he will be cast alive into a lake of fire. You know his name. The Spoiler of the World will be driven into the lower stratum of the Earth, where his destiny–– of hungry Martian aliens ––awaits him. On the Day of Disclosure, the Man in Black will finally smile at you, and invite you to a marvelous wedding feast. What will you wear?
By Peter Fotis Kapnistos (copyright 2008)