The E.T. Invasion

Once upon a history, the words, "The redcoats are coming," struck a chord of fear, igniting heroes to rise, but that time is forever gone. And we have now reached a new era, where silver screens around the world scream that, "The Aliens are coming, the aliens are coming," raising the bar of intensity and intrigue, and we thirst to know if we are truly not alone. But in our quest for the knowledge, does curiosity give way to conspiracy and controversy, and are we left to our imagination, piercing the stars that shimmer above?

Imagination is the wild beast breaking all frontiers especially in the young. As we grow up, we seem to put away childish toys, notions, and we confront the harsh, cold truth known as the real world. But no matter at what age, we still look above, wondering if we are the only life existing in this or any other galaxy, and what if this question were answered? What would first contact be like? A new world, or annihilation?

The hour was approaching fast. They worked harder, chasing the nonbelievers away, and digging their little fingers into the soft, green earth. Their endeavors were ignored, a child's game, and the adults resumed their daily activities. But couldn't they sense it, an undertone of terror pulling the alarm? But it was nothing more than child's play, and what harm could their victory bring but the end of the world? And it is that chilling thought that seems to grip us these days but ripples back across the pages of time into the hands of Ray Bradbury's Zero Hour.

"We are of peace. Always." Promise of a new world dangles at their lips, but treachery rests in their hands. Deception is the slither of double cross, and the end of us twinkles in their eye. But in the hard days of life, we are ready to trust, to believe, and we let our enemies in through the gate. But there are those that know better, giving life to the resistance that battles our would-be conquerors in the hit television show, V, but it is the same old story told before.

For years, we looked to the stars, wondering if our end would come crashing down before us. We even turned to the depths of water, wondering if they lie there in wait, and would they give us a second chance? Or we would fall to the body snatchers stealing across humanity, giving them our world, or would we struggle to remain? And fight until our last breath? But our hunger remains. Does hope exist beyond our reach, or do the stars promise nothing but destruction?

Or are we looking in the wrong place? In movies such as Fight Club and Revolver, we find ourselves face to face with our own worst enemy, ourselves, but does realization arrive too late? Whose life are we really living, and who controls who? Our world falls fast under illusion, rising to the Thirteenth Floor, but are we ready to look beyond the road always traveled? And what if all we see is the end, a pawn in his game? Would our remaining choice be Russian Roulette in hopes of reclaiming ourselves, or would we lose to our darkest desires, drowning beyond all hope? And would our world come crashing down?

The days of now lie in unpredictability. Harsh print steals across our eyes, and the skies grow darker, ominous. And we fear that we are losing control, desperate for hope, but who do we entrust? And the silver screens sound off, "Invasion is imminent," and the channels fire across the television shows such as Fringe, Supernatural, Destination Truth, Ghost Hunters and Paranormal Chronicles. Nothing is what it seems, and our world is changing. But are we the ones changing it, or are there powers beyond our own that hold our fate in hand? And do the fortunetellers deal out the Tarot cards to tell of what is to come, or are we left to imagination, child's play? And is invasion at a hand?