UFOs

Around 1965 I became fascinated with the UFO thing, when I read the book  "The Interrupted Journey", about the alleged abduction of Betty and Barney Hill by extraterrestrials in 1961. The world's interest in UFOs had been growing rapidly since the end of World War Two, and the emergence of roccketry and human space flight. Now, more than ever, the world remains interested, particularty with all the furor concerning the approaching December 21, 2012 galactic alignment.

But nothing else has chaged. The years go by, and the abundantly accumulating anecdotal evidence seems like nothing new or different, it remains inconclusive as always.

Somewhat different though, is the type of people who report seeing UFOs. People of the highest credibility, like airline pilots and police officers, seem more willing to give reports, people who would appear to have enhanced oppoptunity for sightings but who would also appear to be risking their careers by making reports.

Its flat out hard to imagine any police officer or airline pilot making up a UFO story merely to get attention.

Also different is the zealous devotion which the question is given by UFO researchers and alleged contactees. With an almost religious zeal people proclaim the inevitability of human and extraterrestrial interaction,  many proclaiming that such interaction is already well underway. In the 1960s not many peoople were actually telling us that contact had already been made, it was simply a question of whether extraterrestrials existed at all, and if so, whether they would contact us.

Somewhow I envy those who claim personal experiences with ETs. Even more I envy anyone who has direct, ongong psychic or telepathic contact with alien beings, particularly the magnanimous alien beings. (who would want any other kind?)

I'm stuck in the same position I was as a child in 1965. I just keep wondering about it, hoping for...what?
I'm not quite sure I even KNOW what I want. do I really want my life, my worldview, changed dramatically forever by confirmed contact? I really don't know...

But I do know that my only real choice is to sit tight, and wait, just in case THEY appear, assuming that they will appear, if, when, and in whatever way they, and not I, choose.