Whistling Down the Aliens.

The atmospheric electrical activity we had today wasn’t quite a full blown thunderstorm, but it was unusual. The lightning wasn’t the usual bright flash behind cloud cover (sheet lightning), nor the vertical fork lightning of the sort which breaks off tree branches and fries people. It was a thin horizontal strip covering about 5-7 degrees of arc in the eastern sky.

The thunder was unusual, too. It wasn’t as sharp as it normally is, but it was louder, deeper, and rumbled much longer than it usually does. And it spooked me, just as it did the last time I heard the same thing when I was a young child. I was immediately moved to wonder whether it was 31/ATLAS sending out a message that its arrival was imminent.

For those who don’t know, 31/ATLAS is a mysterious chunk of rock – or maybe it’s made of something else – which was originally thought to be just another comet, but which has taken to doing things which comets never do. Even some scientists are now saying ‘it can’t be a comet so it must be an alien spacecraft’ and this had led to four different conclusions by the hungry-for-hits YouTubers down here at grass roots level.

Some believe the scientists have got it wrong and it really is just another comet, some believe that it’s an unmanned alien craft come to give us some sort of a message, a third group is warning us that we are about to be invaded by an alien army (the ‘rock’ is seven miles long, apparently), and a fourth group is claiming that it contains a consortium of different species of alien who are on a mission to raise the consciousness of the human race.

I favour the latter, and I’ll tell you why:

According to Google stats, the page views to this blog have gone ballistic over the last year and are continuing to rise. This month has already set an all time record and we’re not half way through it yet. I chose not to believe it, of course, because it simply isn’t credible. Unless…

… unless there’s a race of superior beings on a planet several light years distant who are addicted to my ramblings for some odd reason. And maybe they’ve come to the conclusion – on the basis of my blog – that the little planet at the bottom of the Milky Way is having its affairs directed by a bunch psychopaths and imbeciles and it’s about time they came and sorted it out.

If that is the case, I could face the falling of the final curtain in the knowledge that my stay here mattered in some small way after all. Wouldn’t that be nice?