Human Nature

Daniel Cohen

Danial Cohen; 2013

Human Nature
Daniel Cohen

Human Nature
All alone wishing on stars Waiting for you to find me One sweet night I knew I would see A stranger who'd be my friend

Throughout my life I felt a connection to Michael Jackson, from the moment I first heard him sing. He has been there whenever I needed him, his music is the biggest chunk of the soundtrack of my life. The stories Michael told in interviews about his dreams, fantasies, inspiration and imagination resonated with me. I understood what he meant by not wanting to grow up, being different. I felt every word he wrote in Dancing the Dream. I have always felt different, out of place, not part of anything or anyone. I have never felt connected to the "human race". The older I got, the more lonely I became. In my dreams, that was where I came (and come) alive, traveling through time and space. At night I often went home. While "humans" visited themselves in parallel universes, I travelled to strange places, far, far away. I saw things that I could not explain, I lived through things that had no similarity with every day life. And whatever happened, no matter how scary, deep inside I was not afraid, because I knew I was home. Michael always felt like "home" too, Moonwalker, Captain EO and Neverland felt like snippets of my dreams brought to life. That was what I meant, where I felt I belonged. every time you hear him sing the dream is brought to life again. Lately my dreams have become more frequent and I want to keep the feelings they give me throughout the day. I want to write down what happened. But every-time I dream these special dreams, something disturbs them. So all I can remember in day life is a vague feeling and the image of a space ship floating away, leaving me behind. Or a brief glimpse of me standing there on board, steering it. I have even found myself waking up, my hands still steering the ship. 1
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Waking up I felt happy, until my day began and my dream faded. In my dreams, that is where I feel at home, in those ships, with those Aliens, if you really need to call them that. Because Aliens they are not; they are The Fathers. Wait. How do I know this, if I cannot remember my dreams? Because one day I asked. Waking up one morning I felt truly upset when another dream was interrupted. And I used a power I felt within me to sent them this message:Please: If you are taking me on board so often, and if I am part of your kind, why not let me remember? Why use me and make me forget? Tell me what I am and who I am, and make me understand. It will do no harm to anyone. It's not as if anyone is going to believe me. At least give me some comfort during the day. Suddenly I found myself writing disjointed memories, fragments of messages, that made no sense on their own, but made a lot of sense when I pieced them together. Which I have done below: Humans are so vain. Always writing stories about meeting aliens and being their heroic masters. A ship of strangers lands on earth and they fight against them or with them. They either safe them or kill them making sure they are the heroes. They are the heroes never once thinking from the alien's point of view. Always, every movie, every TV show, fighting against Aliens. Did they ever stop to think there might be nothing to fight against? Portraying us as evil, because what they do not know is evil. Humans, we created their kind and their planet, pay us some heed.We have watched them develop over thousands of years. And we are so disappointed.Why do they think they have all this wonderful technology and music while all other species on this planet have not? We had high expectations of their kind. Thought they would be the ones, a perfect, peaceful species, using technology to spread love, unity and equality. We gave them food from plants and trees; they kill and eat other living creatures. We taught them how to build homes from the wood that falls from trees; they cut down entire forests to make way for themselves. Years of hope, watching humans 'evolve' brought no improvement. More wars, more killings, hate amongst races, hate amongst groups, hate against people who are 'different'. Animals are still hunted, killed, treated appallingly and tortured. The people who want to help, who want to do good are looked down upon, bad mouthed and bullied. They fight for good, until they are tired and bruised from fighting and wearily give up. Then they destroyed the greatest gift we gave them when we sent to them the brightest star of our world, a unique being made from love: Michael Jackson. We wanted to share with them the greatest talent we could give and someone unique to their kind. Someone that would give them something unparalleled: a wonderful talent from the day he was born, kindness and a message of love. We hoped that his presence, his love for the people of earth would bring a change to the direction humanity was headed. Michael wanted to save earth, as he loved it so much. He 2
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thought humanity could not be bad, as they were made from love. He hoped that he could unite the world with love, spreading his message in music. He wanted to warn humanity to change before it was too late. The horror we felt when we realized that instead of embracing and appreciating what he brought to the world, humans decided to pick the gift apart, crushing it's beauty, destroying the talent and spitting back the love he wanted to share. - Because he was 'not like us', they said. We now realize that they were not ready for or worthy of his gift. Of course there are less sightings of us now. These days we camouflage, so there is no chance of being captured and dissected by your so-called government. Also earth is of less interest to us these days because humans have become of less and less interest. They have become more and more selfish and greedy, while less and less intelligent. All this technology and the intellect they have been given. What did they use it for? To separate, divide, hurt and hate. Many humans are using computer communication devices to hurt and torment others with insults words.Young human children are taking their own lives because the torment never stops. After guns and knives, now words, that once were used for talking, poetry and music lyrics, have become the strongest weapons. The human race is becoming a joke, a farce. Slowly but surely exterminating all who are different, becoming nothing but the same. We helped create them to be new, all different and all unique, but they wanted uniformity. A desperate flaw called 'need to belong' is making the special ones desperate to be like those who are 'normal'. They try to fit in, desperate to lose that what makes them unique to avoid pain and hurt. Why doesn't anyone understand: Different is good, uniformity is wrong. Do humans still fear an alien invasion? That we would take over the planet? Tell them: Why would we want you? We pity you. You are no longer of value. One day we might take the last of your intelligent species, the different ones and then end Project Earth. In fact we have already started doing so years ago. Why do you think the humans that are unique die so young? Why do you think the blackbirds die? Unique animal species disappear? Why the bees are disappearing? We are taking the good ones to a different planet, far from earths glaring stare and there we will try again. Watch the world carefully young Daniel and remember who you are. Things will change soon and one day for the better. Then I remembered it all: I was put here as a Watcher of the Earth and am transported home during the night to report. I finally understood why I was so distant and different from the human race, why I didn't understand them, could not truly connect to them. I understood my confusion. It was all true: I was different!! I wasn't truly one of them I was a displaced outsider looking in: I AM AN ALIEN!! I am one of The Fathers. And Michael lives within me!!

Wherever you may be I'll look up and see Someone in the dark for me! 3
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