So bear with me here if for no other reason than the comic value of the notion.

Was talking over most recent experiences with the wife and came across an interesting and (to us at least) extremely amusing take on our role in the "waiting room" experience.

My initial pondering dealt with what they were really doing...

Were they taking samples from me/us?......Were they putting something in me or in some sense preparing me/us for hyperspace.....

Or were they just trying to send us back or get rid of us?

It was on this note that the interesting and rather hilarious visualization came into play.

Imagine in some distance universe/dimension, the native plane of the "Greys" if you will, they started having an influx of wayward dimensional travelers...obviously us....but more and more of us as our population and awareness grows.

Now our perspective is one of them doing things for us...intended for our benefit mostly...

But what if our presence there is more of a nuisance...like sugar ants or some annoying but largely benign sort of infestation. The native inhabitants of this plane being of rather sophisticated technology realize that the best way to rid themselves of the manifestation is to simply remove the excess spice from our planar embodiment, and so that is what they do.

My specific vision of how we *might* appear to them is what had us rolling. This is based on the lack of perception of much more than my head while in the "room". I don't really remember having arms, legs, a body even.

So think something like an ectoplasmic DiMethylSpice's weird baby avatar thingy just sort of plopping into exhistance on say, your kitchen counter for example. As this slimy baby head thing just sort of writhes about your wife...or husband...or mate...or someone runs to get the "syringe" to suck the spice out of it's head so you won't have to look at it anymore....or before your hyperspace boss sees it sitting there and loses his lunch.

Maybe we're just sick in the head but we found the idea of it extremely funny.


EDIT: Ahh dammit...just realized DiMethylSpice has recently changed his avatar....the humor may be lost on some ....use your imagination I guess

hhaha excellent question!! This sounds like the premise of a lost Douglas Adams novel !




I think They wouldn't choose to work with us if They thought we were a nuance! They'd go study black holes or something. Some people just choose to work with messy, sticky, and noisy kidder-gardeners all day, and we're very thankful for those types!!


I imagine entities 100,000 years more advanced than us could quite easily control every little nuance of our little adventures onto their doorstep. kinda like the hottest girl in school can deflect an unwanted advance without anyone's feelings getting hurt. Sooooo much practice!!

Yeah I wasn't really trying to offer it as a serious explanation....Just an entertaining notion....

The other part of our little laugh was that the work they are doing is to increase our awareness to the point that we can feel pain and get the hint....I believe the original statement had them getting us to manifest all five senses so they could spray mace in our eyes to tell us to leave.

...glad someone was able to share the humor