I believe it when I see it.
Fair enough. Who can argue with what only makes best sense?
There’s the other side to that, of course, faith. George Michael even serenaded us with his own version of Faith. You gotta have faith! Well, you know. In a more spiritual, biblical, cleaner version kind of way, for this matter of discussion.
Then, there’s me. The one whose mind goes beyond seeing and believing to a point where silence becomes choice.
An over thinker, I’ve been told. So, in time, perhaps I’ve joined the whisperers. Or, shall we just call these the too soon? And yet, when I hear Elon Musk in a recent interview mentioning how the future could look like Star Trek, I quietly ponder, wondering how as a child, I had already believed that notion.
My husband, with our youngest two boys, just watched Masters of the Universe with me at the movie theaters.
I say, with me, because I voted for the movie. They obliged.
My eyes lit up when I saw it was playing. So many memories of me hurrying from a school just adjacent to a home we lived in when I was in sixth grade to watch that along with Thundercats and She-Ra.
He-Man– By the power of Grayskull. I have the power!
No need for adult supervision. I relate to Lavell Crawford’s reminiscence. Being in front of that television was my child care.
I believe in mythical powers for the greater good. I also understand why there exists many skeptics.
While there are the fickle, so quick to go along with the majority, there must be the other side who must stand in silence of opposition. Yin and yang. Dark and light. 70/30. Balance.
There is peace in accepting this way of the equilibrium. Sometimes, you just have to be good at knowing that eventually silence will speak more than words. If at times in need, there are the whispers.
I can only smile to take note that the world seems to be hearing the whisperers now.
To me, unicorns, dragons, orbs, human gargoyles, miniature dwarves, and mermaids are not make-believe. They are just made to not be seen or believed.
Those anomalies they used to just refer to as flying objects? I’ll end with that one or should I say, those.
What if I told you that the reason for my believing is not just because at least two of the mythical creatures were biblically noted but I’ve grown to listen to the whispers of them and then some.
All you had to do as a young child like me was sneak into a circle of the oldest generation of adults during their conversations.
The quietly spoken ones, I observed, weren’t ashamed of what they believed. They just somehow followed the understanding amongst one another not to say any of what they believed to be true out loud. After all, how many today get unbelievers to actually partake? They would only ruin the moment of gathering.
My maternal grandfather left his wife and six children when my mother was around the age of fifteen. Just like that, he walks off one day to never return (my own father, as I’ve shared in the past, actually found him with the help of another many years later following his marriage to my mom).
What perhaps Mama doesn’t recall is her quiet share with me about her father’s story about his mermaid encounter prior to his over a decade disappearance.
Perhaps a great and heavy coincidence, Mama had shared with me how her own father would tell her that one time by the sea, while he sat alone upon the shore looking out, a mermaid surfaced from the waters. Her beauty, so hypnotically mesmerizing, drew her father into the water.
With the mermaid, my grandfather shared with my mother that he was able to breathe underwater, in the deepest parts, where he saw ineffable sights, so majestic to gaze upon that one could only think, if not witnessed, as unreal.
The mermaid offered for him to stay, but upon my grandfather telling the mermaid that he had a family who he would need to return to, he found himself back to shore.
Real? Imagined? I kept the wonder to myself as well.
To add confusion, my grandfather, unable to stand his live-in mother-in-law’s insults after so long, just walked off one day to never be found until many years later.
Where had he gone to never be found over a decade later even upon all his six children knocking door-to-door seeking his whereabouts? One quietly continued to wonder.
Upon our home being completely built, the only home I knew to have called our very own as a child, I recall walking to the back to take note of Papa gazing upon our yard. I noticed new mounds; I recall around three of them, having risen from the ground out of nowhere.
No. Not those mounds you loathe upon moles having burrowed out. These were smooth, as if the ground rose up into miniature, perfectly scaled hills, with not a sign of erosion or disturbing cracks.
I did what any four to five years-old would do- I hurried to stand above one of them and presumed to jump up and down.
Papa calmly but quickly advised me to stop. He warned me to never walk on top or jump on any of them again. “Why?” Of course, I asked. “Because inside each of them lived miniature people, called duendes (doo-wen-des). They are small people with incredible powers. Peaceful until provoked otherwise,” Papa explained.
Papa didn’t have that storytelling look on his face. Rather, his words were stern, demeanor, calm, while still quietly looking over each mound.
I never doubted any of what he told me. I took his words in with equal sincerity of what I noted on his face. I completely believed.
Upon a couple who came out of nowhere when Mama and I were once in the backyard together, asking for a place to stay, Papa agreed to have the two take accommodation of a tiny hut that he had built for child play just a distance ahead to the side of our home.
Sometime soon, neighbors complained of human birds flying to and fro our home, questioning my parents of their nightly watch and sightings.
Upon learning of the two private couple who Papa and Mama recently had allowed to live in that nearby hut, neighbors immediately suggested for a gathering at our home to meet the two.
The man and woman never joined the invitation. They were never seen again.
There is a term for such gargoyle kind- wak-waks (wok-woks). Believe them to exist? All I can tell you is no one knew of that couple until sightings of human birds flying about our home were reported.
Orbs, or santilmos (sahn-till-mohs), as I grew up to know them, exist. Okay. No. I have not witnessed one catching up or onto a human flesh to create some odd moment where the eyes flashed like lightning and the body jolts.
I have, however, stood outside the front of our home in the Philippines with my parents to see a raving white fireball with a tail (I swear Dragonball Z imitates this very same look, only the real ones illuminate a much whiter stream of somewhat luminescent colors).
What to do when you see one? Run. Whispered by the elderly, they are restless, lost spirits from war, looking to leave this world, but needing a body to find exit.
True? I haven’t heard anyone stay around to find out.
Dragons? Unicorns? From Japanese villages to biblical records, what’s so hard to believe? Are we not finding creatures now never seen before?
In the abysmal parts of our waters to deep, uninhabited forests, how are we to suggest nothing beyond what we have seen cannot exist?
We can believe in the end of the world, for all things to fall into destruction, but somehow, we claim lunacy for those suggesting something beyond us.
Tic-tacs. They actually describe them as tic-tac shapes. A little more flattened on each end, as I will share.
If you’ve been following the Declassified Government: UFO/UAP releases, once known as unidentified flying objects to most recently renamed, unidentified anomalous phenomena, there can then be similar echoes perhaps in the back of your head thinking, Finally. They admit to it all.
Then, there’s me. I heard the back of my mind say instead, “Umm, yeah.”
Of all to believe in, this one I categorize myself to be one of the silent whisperers who have actually witnessed the very truth of anomalous existence.
From the time I stood in front of the class in Ms. Nakano’s class in second grade to speak of seeing a reindeer in the woods for Show and Tell, I have not cared what people think of my reports.
Okay. The reindeer was far-fetched. That one I can admit to I most definitely exaggerated whence I recall even suggesting I saw it fly off.
This school was one of those shortly visited ones for me and I just really wanted to get up in front of the class just once.
I had nothing to show. So, I told. I told a very fabricated, but to me, very satisfying report of me seeing a reindeer fly off from out of the woods. I saw an ordinary deer. And, no. I didn’t see it fly off.
Tic tac-shaped flying objects, on the other hand?
It could not have just been me and my husband that late afternoon to see them all. How this could be would be the only thing unbelievably baffling to still haunt my thoughts.
And, yet, nothing of the sort was ever reported.
I still recall taking note of them up in the skies that one early evening. Anyone looking up could not have missed these. In fact, I think they brought the attention to themselves on their own.
Making sure that my husband was seeing the very same line-up, I recall, and to his agreement as he continued to drive, me remarking to him how amazingly spaced out each were from one another, recalling to count eight, (for my own additional journal entry here, I must add that something huge had just came crashing hard into my bedroom window, startling the behemoth out of me which then startled my husband from his sleep. I see now quite an enormous pigeon down below, most likely recovering from a dizzy spell, perched on our deck. We have never had pigeons flying into our backyard. Oh, this world and its anomalies!) as if you could take a ruler to evenly scale each distance.
At first I had suggested they were airplanes, all waiting their turn to land at a nearby airport. Immediately, however, it became very clear to me what I made sure my husband could also note, that these perfectly shaped aerial objects did not have wings with both the front and the back having smoothened out tips.
Fascinating in their display, as if each were proudly showing off their ability to just remain still.
Even with no windows, there was this big sense within that somehow those inside could see.
Telepathic control? I’m not quite sure but I can tell you that upon reaching for my phone, something overcame me to not bother, that if my husband and I were seeing them above us, surely they would be all over the news by the time we got home.
We were only two exits away from the time we took note of this, what I felt, became to me an incredible aerial display.
As we neared our exit, I could see that they were still above us, beyond just hovering, but silently still, as if each had parked their vehicle evenly in the sky.
We were on the freeway so for anyone else to have seen the same we did could only make sense why there were no one to stop.
Did anyone else see them, however?
Not a report noted.
Did I make it up?
I whisper with a satisfying smile, I know what I saw.
Why did I not make the report myself? Because I had no proof other than my husband witnessing the very same spectacle I calmly watched above me.
Did I share with anyone?
Would you have believed?
The whisperers don’t have to say, I told you so. They only need to rather respectfully and quietly murmur, What you don’t know, you don’t believe. And, yet, you don’t have to for them to exist.
For now, as our quantum world of entanglements slowly unravel, here’s to Full Disclosure.
Mr. Spielberg, Yes. I believed in E.T., too. Just a little fashionable in my thoughts, however.
E.T. home.
