are we even on the same channel?

I watched Disclosure Day. I'm a person who follows ufology the way other people follow a fantasy league. And somewhere in the middle of the super bowl of ufology I got hit with a completely different thought. Not "are we alone." but are we even tuned to the same station as each other?

Have you seen Avatar? Have you ever considered that the same species (human) that dreamed up Eywa is also the one cranking out rage bait?

one species, two completely different broadcasts

Think about all of the creatives that tap into these ideas. A regular human imagined the na'vi swaying around the tree of souls - a whole planet humming as one connected nervous system, every person/creature plugged in. Someone wrote the Contact beach scene where the alien wears your dead father's face while you walk down a beach sprinkled with stars. A group of regular people sat in a meeting and planned a scene where 5th dimension beings try to help humans built a tesseract (Interstellar).

And on that SAME PLANET, people are engineering feeds designed to make you hate your neighbor, spinning up toxic news cycles, optimizing for outrage and other depressing, negative, sad stuff. Just UGH. They are watching Avatar and complaining about the visual effects and somehow missing the entire point.

are we dialed into different frequencies

So my first theory is the radio one. Some are tuned to the tree of souls broadcast...the contact, the longing to be connected. Others are locked in to the all-fear-all-the-time channel and don't even know there's a dial.

There is something about this that makes me feel really lonely. Not "are we alone in the universe" but "am I the only one picking up this frequency" I'll be wrecked by a movie scene, tears streaming, and the person next to me is scrolling tiktok. We're sitting on the same couch but we're on two different stations.

And even weirder, what if we're not even on the same couch? What if we're living parallel lives that only look like a shared planet? Probable selves, every version branching off, all of us convinced we're in the same room when really the channels never overlapped at all.

maybe the static is the point

Orrrrrr what if the Eywa type ideas got planted in certain souls before we got here ie, seeded on purpose, like a homing signal installed at the factory? And the toxic stuff isn't a malfunction, it's the contrast. The dark backdrop you need so the longing people can even see what they're longing for. No light without the room being dark first.

I don't know if that makes the cruelty more bearable or more sinister. But it would explain why the ache feels less like a wound and more like a frequency I was built to receive. Don't worry, i'm not claiming I am a hybrid 😂

is technology the thing jamming the signal?

Is there so much noise that you can't hear your own station? Or, could technology actually be the thing that retunes us all to the same channel? Some nights the phone is just noise. On others it's the only place I find another person describing the frequency I'm picking up. Both things can be true at once. The internet divides us AND brings us together.

Maybe disclosure day was never going to be a craft from another galaxy. Maybe the disclosure is just finding out who else is on your channel.