Our Story: The Unknown, Part 1
Guest Writer: Good Morning Earth Podcast
Hello, my spooky friends!
In case you don’t know, I pre-write my blog posts and schedule their release. Many do this, and for me, it makes life easier. What I do is write and edit our episodes for a month. Then, while the material is still fresh, I write my blog posts about our episodes or a specific dark topic. But I also invite other writers from my spooky world to guest write. As a podcast listener myself, I love hearing the thoughts of other podcasters. That is why I chose to bring in other hosts as guest writers. It keeps things fresh. Today’s post is just that.
In our blog, we usually speak about history and facts. After all, we are a non-fiction story-telling podcast. Recently, I asked the Good Morning Earth podcast to be one of these writers, and they asked to post a fiction piece. As soon as they sent me the first part, I was all in. The following tale is a great example of using real history to weave together a story that makes the reader think. If you want to get more, check out the podcast Good Morning Earth on your favourite podcast provider. You can find them on their website, WKMU.podbean.com, where you will find all of their social media links. So buckle up! As said best by the Good Morning Earth podcast, you are about to hear “Strange stories by Strange People”. Enjoy!
Telepathy for humans is always dangerous. We encountered many surprises throughout the millennia, which is why we learned to safeguard our communications. Even now, as you receive this message, you hear it in your own words; this is for your protection. This safeguard has caused humans to stop hearing us directly. Most think they simply imagine things or create stories in their own minds. Some even believe that they communicate with gods. But as you hear this, know that these are my words—my thoughts telling my story. Our story. We have been here before, as you have. This shared history is how we find ourselves in our current predicaments. For hundreds of thousands of years, we've visited your world, considering it a paradise of beauty and rest. The skies of our home planet have been obscured for generations, so we traveled to this untamed world to escape and find beauty. It was here where we first encountered your ancestors. Initially, we were careful to remain unseen while observing from a distance. Over time, however, these primitive beings evolved. What were once simple creatures became complex, and we realized that we had made a grave mistake—one that forever altered the future of our sanctuary? In the early days, human existence was harsh and focused solely on survival. As they began to form communities, we took notice of them. Curiously, we began to probe their minds, seeking to understand them better. However, something unexpected occurred. Over time, they started to perceive our thoughts, and remarkably, we could sense their consciousness in return. Across hundreds of thousands of years, more of our kind scanned the minds of your ancestors. With each passing generation, human minds evolved because of our telepathic influence until eventually, speech emerged. They merely echoed our thoughts aloud. Because of our meddling, different human groups have developed their own languages, reflecting the diverse beings who have touched their minds. Initially, we maintained our distance, reluctant to influence this evolving species. However, this restraint did not persist. When I say "we," understand that we were never truly unified in purpose. Not all beings share the same principle across the vastness of multiple universes. Some of us were tricksters, while others craved worship from these developing creatures. As our interference increases, the stories of our presence spread among humans. We realized that we needed to withdraw, but not everyone agreed. Those of us in authority recognized that we had meddled too deeply and needed to erase our influence. We sent down a torrent of molten rock and flooding water to cleanse our garden to eliminate both the people and the stories they carried. However, some humans survive —the most resilient and intelligent. They preserved our stories, passing them through generations. Eventually, we understood that these narratives had never disappeared. As long as we remain, we will be perceived as gods. Therefore, we departed and ceased communication with large human populations, allowing your species to develop on its own. These survivors, your direct ancestors, applied everything they had learned from us to establish human civilization. We continued to watch from afar, concealing ourselves in mountain ranges and beneath the waters of your ocean. As of July 2, 1947. Here in Roswell, New Mexico, our vessels and companions have fallen and been recovered by American military forces. The time has come to end what you might call "the silent treatment"—an era of non-interference that has lasted for millennia. It is time to begin OUR story.
I hope you all loved part one as much as I did. Come back on July 24, 2025 to read the next part of this tale.