They Are Not Human Are They?

A Misplaced Youth Among the Titans of Cosmic Horror Became My Potents of the Now. I think?

In 1951, the brilliant English science fiction author John Wyndham published The Day of the Triffids. The plot surrounds a race of hostile alien sentient plant life, that starts taking over the earth after most people in the world are blinded by a spectacular display of lights in the night sky. Many of you will have seen the movie and the BBC TV mini-series of the story.

But like Wyndham's other famous sci-fi novel The Mydwitch Cookoos, there is a deeper meaning; in that these passive alien aggressive forces did not arrive to destroy humanity per se. But indirectly improved it; by shaking it up and culling it. A small group who eventually manage to understand the alien intruder's nature, survive the initial attack and then go on to defeat the predatory hostile cosmic evasive species.

What remains in the aftermath, are the smarter and brave humans—who often had to engage in battle with their own personal demons—before fighting the big ones from outer space.

As you know, I consider cosmic horror to be the highest form of popular literature. As there is a powerful element of prophecy built into it. H.P. Lovecraft’s mythos and so on. This seer-like element—inherent within the genre—may even be the reason why it came into manifestation as an art form to begin. Lovecraft and others openly stated that their ideas for stories and fictional situations came to them during their dreaming.

For this reason, I can't separate the events of 2020 to 2022, and that of the spectacular show of lights that most of the world experienced the other night. Why do I even think this? Why did so many people I know havs a negative reaction to it? I look at the photos I took that night and they are somewhat haunted. Especially the one on the road from my place leading to the nearby village. 

What is the deeper subconscious aspect within my emotional and psychological aesthetic autopsy of this image that has me pondering it in this manner? What is at the end of this road?

Once again our dreams—similar to the opening chapter of The Call of Cthulhu—are strange and cryptic.

Then I throw in Oumuamua into this mix, and which then brings us into the proximity of Colin Wilson's The Space Vampires—and the subsequent movie Lifeforce—and it all seems connected to the Covid Vaccine rollout for some reason I still find hard to articulate and...then Nigel Kneale's Quatermass saga... 

In Quatermass IV the renfielding 'Planet People' enter into Wembley Stadium to be harvested by the alien force. Look how many Normies in 2021 wandered into stadiums to be injected with the ‘mix n’match’ Covid Vaccine. So many cities have remained empty and lifeless since the Lockdowns. This now brings in the movie 28 Eight Days Later. 

Even Astra Zenneca can translate as "death from the stars".

Makes you wonder...makes you question your sanity. I am struggling to express how, but I can't but help feel this is all connected somehow. It's frustrating, but I know so many of us who feel the same way. The world isn't just merely nuts. It's appears to be, and feels, under invasion from an alien consciousness parasite. Almost as if, it has learned about the human interest in the avate garde and performance art. Realized the power it has to affect human psychological states and is now mimicking it. Badly, I might add.

Even if I am completely off the mark here, I am still thankful for indulging in what would have been considered absurd even five years ago. Yet here we are now.