I guess everyone involved just completely disregarded the theory of relativity and how it makes interstellar travel not only nearly impossible, but highly impractical.
Damned science!
Offcourse, if you would say that physical interstellar travel is nearly impossible, i wouldn't go against that.
But this movie is based on abduction on a spiritual level, offcourse there are many theories about astral travel, so why wouldn't it be possible (if we accept the fact that if there even is a soul, it can be seperated from the physical body) for this to happen, i mean: how weak humanity is, mentally, how mentally crippled modern man really is, i wouldn't have a argument why then a more intelligent being wouldnt be able to capture someone's mind, to put it simply.
Then again:
Lots of ancient Sumer/Babylonian tablets/scrolls and writings tell stories about the Annunaki(an alien, creator-race)/skywatchers/ mating with certain humans, resulting in (bible?/and all other major sungod religions) the nephilim, which would be the hosts for the Annunaki to come into our reality, because obviously their reality/freq. would be a lot higher.
Also, in DMT trips, when you inhale large dosis of Dimethyltryptamine(which is the chemical released in even higher dosis by your brain, during physical human death) it is reknown for it's effects, or shall i quote:
Bens non-blind, low-dose DMT session was
relatively powerful. His high sensitivity to DMT warned us
that the next day probably would be one of the biggest
psychedelic experiences of his life. I told him to be ready.
While a little nervous the next day, Ben was eager for his
non-blind high dose to begin. I spent a little more time than
usual getting him ready, advising him to try and take some
big deep breaths as the DMT went in: You may take in a
breath and have that be the last thing you remember; you
may not even notice the out-breath. That means youre
there.
Ben tried to breathe deeply as the drug was going in. Then
his breathing settled down as he obviously fell under the influence
of the drug. His heart beat visibly in his chest. At
about 3 minutes, his neck showed some hives, something
that had also happened to several other volunteers who had
truly astonishing stories to tell us later.
At 8 minutes, several total body spasms occurred, and he
cleared his throat. It was time to try and ground him. Were
going to put a blanket on you. Try to breathe into that
tension if you can.
He slowed his breathing and starting calming down, a big
smile on his face. He stayed silent for 36 minutes, longer than
most of our volunteers, before I felt the urge to rouse him:
It started with a sound. It was high-pitched like a tightly
taut wire. There were four or five of them. They were on me
fast. As crazy as this sounds, they looked like saguaro cactus,
very Peruvian in color. They were flexible, fluid, geometrical
cacti. Not solid. They werent benevolent but they
werent non-benevolent. They probed, they really probed.
They seemed to know time was limited. They wanted to know
what I, this being who had shown up, was doing. I didnt
answer. They knew. Once they decided I was okay, they went
about their business.
His eyes were open, glazed, staring at the ceiling. He seemed
unable to grasp what he had just undergone. I know. It
sounds incredible to you. To us, too, but it happens. Haltingly,
as if he werent really sure he wanted to tell us:
I felt like something was inserted into my left forearm, right
here, about three inches below this chain-link tattoo on my
wrist. It was long. There were no reassurances with the probe.
Simply business.
Laura asked, Was there any fear?
Maybe at the onset, at just having my ego brushed aside.
When they were on me, there was a little bit more confusion
than fear. Kind of like, Hey! Whats this?!
There are surprising and remarkable consistencies among
volunteers reports of contact with nonmaterial beings.
Sound and vibration build until the scene almost explosively
shifts to an alien realm. Volunteers find themselves on a
bed or in a landing bay, research environment, or high-technology
room. The highly intelligent beings of this other
world are interested in the subject, seemingly ready for his
or her arrival and wasting no time in getting to work. There
might be one particular being clearly in charge, directing the
others. Volunteers frequently comment about the emotional
quality of the relationships: loving, caring, or professionally
detached.
A Little outtake from the book: DMT: the spirit molecule.
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