Rick Yost

If I find myself in a new place or new situation and feel uncomfortable or threatened, I may decide to leave.  I have that option.
If I head toward the men’s room and mistakenly step into the ladies’ room, I’ll turn around and leave.  If I am searching for a doctor’s office and enter the wrong office by mistake, I will say ‘excuse me’ and go find the right one.  In most of life’s common situations like this we have the ability to evaluate and act accordingly.  If we find we’ve made a wrong choice, we are able to go back and leave the entire situation.  However, when we are born, we do not have a choice.

In the first few moments after your birth, while you lay on the table being cleaned up, you are unable to raise your head to look around the room and assess the situation.  If you had been able to see and comprehend where you had just wound up, you might have said,  “You know, this is not at all what I expected. I’d like to go back to where I was.”
But that’s not the way it works.  Now you are here, and here you will stay whether you like it or not.  You are forced to survive your childhood, go through school and puberty, learn to function in society and play nice with others before you are mentally capable of saying to yourself,
“Really? This is it? This is all there is to ‘life’?  This is what I survived my childhood years for?  This awkward, nonsensical, dangerous and painful existence is all I have to look forward to until I die?  Was it really necessary for me to go through twenty-six years of this life before I could say to myself,  “If I’d been given a choice, I might not have chosen this existence?”
But I had no choice.  Here I am and here I will stay as long as possible.  I don’t hate my life, nor do I want to end what’s left of it.  However, just because I’m in the middle of it, with only one way out, doesn’t make it all a magical experience for me.
I just am, and it just is.

Of all the endless arbitrary questions in this life…this is one of ‘em:
Of the two, dangling, tied-off ends of the bow-knot that holds my mind together…which will I choose to pull when I open it?

Ha, ‘my mind’; a humongous ball of twisted and tangled wire clothes hangers, used dryer sheets, and small furry shards of fiberglass; all twirling dangerously close to the light switch…
Here I sit, surrounded by the humanity that causes me so much awe, stress, anger, frustration and fear; here in my refuge, my sanctuary, my private seclusion from the rest of the world whizzing past me- here I sit in my moving easy chair that is my vehicle of the day…
I have to say, in my own psychotic, self-serving, selfishly-elite way, I am punch-drunk with the technology of my contemporaries, and am addicted to the solitude and quiet of the cab of my lowly decade-old pick up truck…I am in my own little bubble, watching all the other bubbles bounce around me.
Always thought I was above it, but it turns out, I am a Car-Culture child.

The irony of this existence: No, not that you had no choice to be here, yet you’re treated as a burden; the irony is that you have to spend so many years becoming a part of it, learning to work it, and existing within it, before you’re cognitive enough to whisper to yourself,
“Really? This awkward life, dealing with all these lunatics; this is the best this world has to offer? This is really my only reward for surviving my early years, and all I have to look forward to until I die? Gee!”

This is my last report regarding
my mission to evaluate the beings of this world.
Thirty of this planet’s orbital cycles ago,
I arrived here by Refracted Linear-Light/Fold.
Since then I have lived, worked, and played alongside
these beings in the guise of one of their own.
Universal Protocols remain intact;
I have had no ill-effect, nor have I changed anything.
The knowledge I have gathered from observing
this world will enrich our own.
-be,  MOjsz-

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What follows is an overview with comment-
EVALUATION- DU/,E69424. report:  earth
~lrembe.MOjsz, xrs.

Of the life forms I have observed on this planet, the dominant species that refer to themselves as ‘humans’ warrant mention for their awkward mental state and puzzling behavior.

Although humans are the only technologically advanced species on earth, they apparently lack the emotional stability necessary to exist comfortably within their own psyches.  Their emotions and fears define them. Humans are skittish, nervous, and panic easily.  I have recorded individuals attesting to feeling ‘a void within themselves’, or ‘something missing from their lives’.  They experience feelings that disturb them such as lonely, empty, or lost.
To counter these uncomfortable feelings, they structure their lives around centuries-old folk-stories.

I will explain.
The daily lives of human beings are full of things that scare them.  The everyday uncertainties and dangers of their world can cause them great anxiety and stress.  For many, their everyday existence can be an overwhelming ordeal.  They are disturbed by questions they cannot answer, and fear what they do not understand.

To lessen their fear of the unknown, and reduce the stress of their worrisome, unanswered questions, they craft their lives around ancient stories from the days of their ancestors.  These stories are comprised of cautionary-tales, camp-fire stories, and rules of conduct for followers.
Story followers live by the written word of their ancestors, eat similar foods as their ancestors, and dress in similar attire.  They recite segments of the ancient text and quote their story-heroes.  They go to great lengths to re-enact story events and essentially act as participants in their ancestor’s stories.  They are greatly comforted by engaging in this behavior.
They busy themselves and adorn their lives with all manner of ancient custom, decoration and practices relating to their story; bells and baubles, hats and robes, shrines and temples, wine and incense, bowing and praying, rituals and ceremonies.  Like thespians, they continuously perform an improvised stage-show based on the structure of an ancient story; complete with wardrobe, sets and music.  All this is designed to keep the story a constant part of their lives.  Engaging in this fanciful behavior gives common followers an imagined structure to live out their days by, and suggests a meaning for them to exist.

In most religious stories there is a central hero; a parental-figure referred to as a ‘god’.  Gods are considered perfect, omnipotent beings; they are found in all the stories and they all claim to be the creators and rulers of the universe.

With over ten-thousand stories currently being re-told around the globe, religions have become integral to the makeup of human societies.  Some religions have been operating for centuries, amassing millions of loyal followers called, ‘believers’.  Religions of this size are essentially global business organizations influencing and controlling large segments of the population, and controlling large areas of the planet politically, economically, and militarily.
For the common individual, following a religion offers a ready-made, and time-honored structure they can count on for moral support in dealing with their worrisome lives.  Joining a group of story followers gives them relief from their loneliness.  Opportunistic beings by nature, in most stories they are offered a reward for living their lives faithfully, and following the behavioral rules until death.
Unfortunately, some religions have problematic rules of conduct.  Some religions contend that to follow any religion other than theirs, is a crime punishable by death.  As you can imagine, this creates a constant tension between all parties involved.

This world-wide obsession with religion would be a harmless aberration if not for the ease with which millions of humans can be coerced by religious leaders into acts of aggression and war.  Religion has been used as an excuse to exert power and commit violence for centuries.
Malice aside, billions of humans practicing different religions separates the species into competitive groups; each group convinced of their superiority.  Because of this mandated acceptance of their superiority, which is common to all religions, the planet remains in the same feudal, tribal state it has been for centuries.  Religion hinders and/or complicates every human endeavor; and its competitive ideologies endanger the safety of the entire population.

As you know, we and other worlds have observed these beings from a far for some time.  I can report that our initial impressions of them were accurate; they are the strangest life-forms I’ve encountered on any of the worlds I’ve observed.  They continue to flounder intellectually as they have for centuries while acting out their ancestor’s stories.  They have made few attempts to utilize their minds past perfecting their egos; they have yet to seriously think past creating their world of things.

Aside from this mental dysfunction, they are benign in all other aspects of their existence.  Except for some crude attempts at off-world exploration, I doubt they will ever manage to leave their planetary system in any great number, let alone threaten other inhabited worlds.  I predict this species will self-destruct long before they end their obsessions, and their minds become fully functional.
I will add, I have enjoyed observing these beings; they’re strange, yet endearing in an amusing way.

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This has been an abbreviated version of my full official report filed:  7590.Ut0004.k97.
~MOjsz

So, picture that first person in human history, that came upon another human starving to death and said, “Hey, I’ll give you something to eat if you give me some money!” How could he have known he was to be the inspiration for a highly-revered and long-standing tradition that still shines as a beacon to this day?

What if we are imagining we are something we’re not?  What if we are simply creations of the Earth?
What if we are betraying our creator by foolishly putting human-imagined, human-crafted, and hand-scribed religions before her?
What if any belief system created by man is an affront to nature itself?  What if ANY religion we create is against our true path to Earth, kinda like… the ‘antichrist’; corrupting, misleading and taking us far from the simple truth?
What if, we are being fooled into ‘believing’?  What if ‘belief’ IS “the abomination that causes desolation”? 
What if the bare and simple, testing and gifting, cleansing and nurturing Earth, is our real mother, but we are too busy ‘praying’ to the sky?

I’ve had some conversations lately with believers that say, ‘without their god, they would feel alone’.
They seem to have such an extreme abhorrence to being alone with themselves.
What’s that all about?

I remember my one year old grandson going through that stage in child development where he cried when not being held by his mother.  This is fairly common and something every child must get over.   It is important for the healthy development of the individual that they become self reliant.

Being alone is not something that should be feared.   ‘Alone’ should be one of the most basic concepts a human ‘should be able’ to process and become comfortable with.  Alone should be as second nature to us as breathing.
I can’t think of anything that would make a person more psychotic than being afraid of one’s self; afraid of their own thoughts, their own ‘person’.   And I suppose if you can’t escape from yourself; if you can’t step out of your mind and body to escape what frightens you so, then the next best thing would be to tell yourself you’re not alone.  Simply create or adopt a companion that will always be in your thoughts so you’ll never have to feel alone.

It just seems to me that every human being alive should at least be able to exist within their own ‘selves’ without feeling emotionally distraught.  What could you possibly be so afraid of that would keep you from enjoying being alone with nothing but your own thoughts?  Maybe I don’t want to know.
Becoming comfortable with yourself wouldn’t change any relationships you have, it would merely add a very useful and loyal friend to your life.
And if it is true that you cannot enjoy, or even tolerate, just existing inside your own mind. If you cannot survive without clinging to the thought that you are not alone; that there’s someone or something that is always with you, like a child clinging to a warm and fuzzy stuffed animal…then you my friend, are not fully grown-up.   And you certainly cannot continue to refer to yourself as an individual.   That only makes sense, doesn’t it?
I just wish all you folks were able to love yourselves, and feel comfortable with who you are without feeling the need to structure your life in such a way that you will never- ever have to experience being completely by yourself.
I feel sad for all who can’t enjoy having a relationship with their own psyches.

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Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go into a completely dark room, put plugs in my ears, sit on the floor with my back to the wall and do absolutely nothing but ‘think’.  And, even as I think, I will be completely alone.  The only entity that will be in that room will be me, and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.  Why will I enjoy it?  ‘Alone’ is marvelous!

At my birth, it was as if I’d been pushed into a huge cathedral, packed wall-to-wall with billions of people, and everybody’s wearing a hat- everybody!
Looking out over the heads of the endless crowd I saw a massive, turbulent sea of hats- all different colors and shapes. The cacophony of billions of folks with hats; all shouting, chanting and proselytizing at the same time was deafening.
I had to aggressively elbow my way through the dangerously packed mob of people wearing hats; all pushing and shoving and yelling at one another.
I tried to see their faces, but although their hats were quite clear and vivid, their faces were all blurred.  Just an endless sea of faceless people wearing all sorts of hats, arguing and fighting with each other over who wore the best hat.
Like wading through mud, I slowly moved through the crowd.  And as I elbowed past them, they all spoke to me with their own gospel, offering me hats identical to theirs.  Some tried to force their hats on me, shoving them in my face for me to wear.  But to their obvious displeasure, I refused them all.
(yes, this is a metaphor, but the result is easy to understand)

If I’m not wearing a hat- any hat, I’m seen as ‘less’ than everyone else.
But I have no need or desire to wear a hat.  So I’m destined to be looked at as, at best- lost, and to some- an infidel.
I’m just trying to survive like everyone else.

By no fault of my own, being a non-believer automatically puts me in an opposing position to everyone else on the planet.  I could never imagine asking for such a thing.
From the instant I was born, because you folks perpetuate this ‘belief’ stuff that was set up before I got here, I’ve been forced to choose between wearing a hat for the satisfaction of everyone else, or finding the strength to act from my heart and good sense, and not wear hat at all; exiling me to being seen as living my life on the ‘wrong side of the tracks’.   Such a loving thing to do to every newborn, bare-headed baby.

The fact that all humans are born into the same world; confronted with the same limitations, same laws of physics, same biology, same basic level of mental function, and all living on the same planet; doesn’t lessen the fact that living a life can be a very difficult and terrifying, individual learning experience.

The following is an excerpt from a movie script; Mel Gibson as ‘Graham Hess’ from the movie, “Signs”.  Here he is describing to his brother the difference between how believers and non-believers deal with unexplained phenomenon:

“People break down into two groups. When they experience something lucky, group number one sees it as more than luck, more than coincidence. They see it as a sign, evidence, that there is someone up there, watching out for them.

Group number two sees it as just pure luck. Just a happy turn of chance. I’m sure the people in group number two are looking at those fourteen lights in a very suspicious way. For them, the situation is a fifty-fifty. Could be bad, could be good. But deep down, they feel that whatever happens, they’re on their own. And that fills them with fear.

Yeah, there are those people. But there’s a whole lot of people in group number one. When they see those fourteen lights, they’re looking at a miracle. And deep down, they feel that whatever’s going to happen, there will be someone there to help them. And that fills them with hope.”

(I’m using this script to set up and talk about what I think is a typical wrong opinion of believers and non-believers)
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What I take issue with here is the writer’s assessment of non-believers.
“But deep down, they feel that whatever happens, they’re on their own. And that fills them with fear.”

I can’t speak for other non-believers, but for me personally, this is the opposite from the truth.  Knowing I’m on my own does not fill me with fear- far from it!  It gives me a wonderful feeling of freedom.  The true romance of this life for me is the random event and emotion, the unknown, the chance and happenstance of this existence.  I find it exhilarating.  For me, nothing is written down, there are no rules other than the laws of physics- which we all have to abide by, whether we ‘believe’ or not.  I have no need to live by any ‘commandments’; I live my life peacefully and ethically, using my intelligence and common sense to guide me.

I tried for years to ignore certain things and accept and believe, but I failed miserably.  I was first introduced to the Southern Baptist version of the art form at the age of 10.  Mom bought me a Sunday-go-to-meetin dress suit; I went to church and bible studies every week, and bible school during the summers.
I was a youngster that loved to play, laugh, have fun, and use my imagination.  And to my nervous-surprise, there were adults around me that were showing me how to play this new, very elaborate game with them…I was playing a game with the adults.  Yet, instead of me enjoying the game and having fun with it, I was not happy with it; it all seemed fake to me.  I’ve never liked feeling I was being tricked.  I could not ignore the obvious fallacy of it- yes, even at the age of 10!
Religions and beliefs are all too much like made-up campfire stories from an ancient time- out of step and irrelevant to my existence in today’s world.   None of it made enough simple sense to me to seriously consider it without feeling embarrassed and foolish.
All you have to do to become a believer is decide which of the over 10,000 different made up stories you can convince yourself to tolerate and accept as truth.  No need to research the facts, or question the story you’re told; just go with the flow, keep your head down and do what the others around you do.  You’ll be fine.

I will guarantee you this, without equivocation: I personally have taken more time and effort in making my decision to NOT believe, than most folks I’ve met have taken to make their decision TO believe.

Nor do I believe in ghosts or goblins, monsters or demons, unicorns or fairies, Santa or the Grinch, numerology or astrology, the power of crystals or pet-rocks, walking under ladders or breaking mirrors, magic, karma or leprechauns.

No, I feel no fear what-so-ever as a non-believer.  Quite the contrary, being a believer would scare the hell out of me! To feel I was existing under the thumb of some big, powerful, lunatic that had created all of us on a whim for his own enjoyment.   I’d be frightened to death of something that loomed over my entire existence with the power to take my life away without notice.  I can’t imagine being miserable enough, aimless enough, or simple-minded enough to kiss the feet of an entity I’m supposed to unquestionably ‘believe’ is omnipotent, perfect, and supreme…while being painfully aware that it continuously creates things that are far from perfect or supreme!
Two words tell a sensible person there is no god…’birth defects’!  Why does a perfect being, create imperfect things?

If there is a god or ‘supreme being’, then he is a ‘supreme asshole’!

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And by the way, I have one more question about these two groups in the script…
This line is concerning the believer’s Group: “And deep down, they feel that whatever’s going to happen, there will be someone there to help them. And that fills them with hope.”

Who is it that’s going to be there to help the believer?  Will god send another human- an angel, to help them?
Well, how do they know that god sent this other human?  How do they know this other human didn’t just take it upon themselves to help?   And why, if they believe, would they look to god for help to begin with?  Whatever situation they find themselves in that they need help with…their god created the situation.  Why would he help them?