Saturday, 21 April 2012


There once was a time where I felt that I didn't belong on this planet. Well I say once but this is a feeling that has come and gone a number of times over the last few years. I can't say for certain when it started, but I suspect 2009 when people I know started criticising everything I said.

Most recently was Christmas, going into January. I was desperate to find my spaceship, that I believed had been stolen by those who were trying to get me to stay on the planet where I did not belong. I was frustrated, and desperate to get home. No longer am I searching for the spaceship, but even now there are times when I feel that actually I do not belong on this planet and it doesn't feel like home. Just thankfully not to the same intensity.

This blog is called 'Journey Through Space', but equally my life has been a journey through space. For now I guess I have given up trying to get home.

But could I name a time when I did feel 'at home'? I don't think so. Is it possible that back in 2006 I was just put on this planet, an alien disguised as human? Well there has certainly been times when that seemed the most likely option. I have had to get to a point where I could live on this planet without feeling that I am not supposed to be here. I have even had to get to a point where I appear as though I do belong here, so nobody caught on and tried to sabotage my returning home.

It might have been a case of disagreement. It might have been a case of wanting to escape my family once and for all. It could have been anything.

I don't know why I am writing this today. The thought just crossed my mind earlier that I should write about aliens on my blog, whilst I was randomly thinking about space travel and the impact it has had on my life. I know in some ways that this is just a follow on to my musings on philosophy and the nature of reality that I posted a few weeks ago. So sorry if I have repeated myself.

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