As the title indicates, it all started for me, way back in 1954. We were sitting around our little kitchen table in our one-room mine-housing apartment, in Algrange, Moselle, France, discussing the story of the Roswell UFO Incident of July 7, 1947; which had just made it across the pond and into the local tabloids in Europe. Remember, this discussion took place, some seven years after the fact and only a few months following my own encounter with one of those infernal, otherworldly machines.
This discussion was taking place on a Saturday afternoon, after lunch, while in the kitchen corner of this tiny apartment. My mother was finishing up the lunch dishes and was trying very hard not clang the pans and silverware, and perhaps was maybe even trying to catch some snippets of this very serious-like discussion, taking place just a couple of feet away. Three of my dad’s friends from refugee camp days (in Austria) had enjoyed my mother’s fine cooking and were attentively listening to my father’s hypothesizing about the aforementioned Roswell debacle. And, I don’t use that term lightly, since, as you may know, at first the U.S. Military claimed to have been in possession of a genuine alien flying saucer, and then one day later, retracted their statement and renounced the whole incident as a giant kerfuffle over nothing more than a pile of a crashed weather balloon’s parts and pieces. That’s when all of the denials and coverups began; well, modern-day coverups, that is.
Now, why am I telling this story, you ask?
First of all, I realized then and there (that would be Algrange in 1954), that serious war-worn grownups like my dad and his friends, were actually discussing the possibility of extraterrestrial travel and the universe being populated by intelligent beings, other than us; formerly, the stuff of science fiction stories. Secondly, that my dad had given some serious thought to our planet not being the only celestial body with humanoid occupants. And thirdly, well, let’s just say that I learned a lot that day; more than I would have expected.
At one point, my father postulated that Earth was no more than the penal colony of the universe; perhaps just of our galaxy. This almost sounded like something out of Star Trek, with the Galactic Federation of Planets. However, in 1954, Star Trek hadn’t been created yet. His reasoning for this analysis was, he said, “it just seems like Earth is full of murderous scumbag sociopaths like Hitler, Stalin, Mao-ze-Dung,” and he threw in the mix the deranged Japanese emperor, Hirohito. At the time, we had not heard of an accurate accounting of the number of deaths, this murderous bunch had caused. He might also have mentioned people like Al Capone and other Chicago gangsters, who also wantonly ended the lives of folks they disagreed with.
Interestingly enough, Dr. Ellis Silver of whose book I wrote in my previous article, came up with a very similar theory to my father’s. Dr. Silver stated, “the Earth might be a prison planet since humans seem to be a naturally violent species and are sent here until we learn to behave ourselves.” Wow, spot-on, except that my dad came up with this idea, way back in 1954—sixty-five years earlier! Also, George Sr. will never get any credit for his pronouncement as he died in 1958. I guess, my dad was way ahead in his thinking regarding this subject matter. I’m just glad that at least, for once, I paid attention.
So, what my dad and Dr. Silver hypothesized was that planet Earth started out like Australia, a penal colony. In a way, it makes some sense. All the members of the GFPP (Galactic Federation of Peaceful Planets) banished their worst offenders here, over a very long period of time. Which is why we have such a variety of races and languages. We did NOT all originate from the same source and we are not all related.
For instance, this may be why the Tower of Babel tale is full of holes. Following the “Earth as a Penal Colony” theory, all the various convict groups of the planet got together and tried to erect a launch tower for a rocket ship, so that they could escape from their confinement on this planet. They obviously didn’t succeed, because they didn’t have the technology and wherewithal to build anything that could take off from that tower and fly. One of the issues contributing to their inability to finish the project was language.
Here’s a good one for you: lately I have been hearing an advertisement for the Babble language program, on the radio. The announcer finishes his spiel by saying something to the effect of “…that’s why Europeans speak so many different languages because they learned them through Babble.” Nah, we learned so many different languages because our next-door neighbors in other countries spoke different languages and to communicate, we had to learn their languages, and they, ours. Which brings me back to the tower of Babble (Babel).
God didn’t scramble the language of the tower builders; they (the tower builders) already communicated in a variety of languages, depending on how many groups of builders had arrived from various parts of the globe; who had been deposited here, from different parts of the galaxy. You with me so far?
As I indicated before, I came to the United States over sixty years ago, at age 14. By then (age 14), and since I was born in Budapest, Hungary, I was nearly fluent in Hungarian. Then, while spending four and a half years in a U.S. military-operated refugee camp in Austria, I had to learn German, because that’s what Austrian kids spoke. From the camp, we moved to France, where we lived for seven and a half years, so, I had to go to school and learn French. As we got here, to the United States in February of 1956, I was starting to babble along rather proficiently in English. While attending Berkeley High School, I took two years of Russian. And, even though I don’t speak Japanese, I did learn to sing the 1961 Japanese hit song Sukiyaka, which had been made popular by Japanese crooner Kyu Sakamoto.
The point I’m trying to make here, and I’m not trying to show off (well maybe a little), is that none of the languages I managed to learn over the years, have anything in common with one another. While languages occasionally borrow words or expressions from one another, the languages that I mentioned above, did NOT originate from the same root. Learning French didn’t make it easier for me to learn Russian, and learning German, had not been made easier by being fluent in Hungarian. And, speaking of one language borrowing words or idioms from another language, when I get together with Hungarian friends who have been in the States for forty or fifty years, we end up chatting in Hunglish. You got it, right?
I once read an article by this British linguist, who wrote that the Hungarian language had really nothing in common with any other language he knew of and therefore, could possibly have originated on Mars. We (Hungarians) laughed at his assessment! But he stated in his article that he was rather serious. At my next encounter with extraterrestrials, I’ll try to address them in Hungarian. With my luck, they’d be speaking Hindi…
Please give the following information that I’m sharing with you some serious thought: according to Ethnologue, an annual publication on the languages of Earth, “There are currently (in 2019) 7,102 languages spoken around the globe. In Asia alone, there are 2,300 languages spoken, in Africa 2,143, in the Americas 1,060, the Pacific 1,306, and in Europe, only 288 languages are spoken.”
Would you have guessed any of this? I had to actually look this information up. I was guessing, maybe 300-400 languages for the whole planet. Even that would be quite a lot. Boy, was I wrong! But 7,102 languages, that’s mind-boggling. Hence, the few languages that I was trying to show off with, are nothing but a tiny tinkle in a huge ocean of languages.
Taking a serious look at our mode of communication, over the centuries and the millennia, all languages have changed and evolved and maybe even crossbred. Way back when there were much fewer languages. Still, the variety was there and claiming that one common language got scrambled at the Tower of Babel, is just not a satisfactory or logical explanation. For instance, if there indeed was just one common language in the beginning and got scrambled at Babel so that all the builders were now babbling in different tongues, the base of those languages would have to have been the same and would have probably been written using the very same characters. This is where the Babel-Babble argument falls apart.
Latin letters or characters originating in Rome have been and are still being used in most European languages, as well as in the Americas, except for the various native languages. But, even using the same characters, the writer could very well be writing in one of the 288 European languages or dialects. Therefore, even though I can write using those characters does not necessarily mean that I can read all 288 languages. Here are some examples: English – cheese, French – fromage, Hungarian – sajt, German – käse, Portuguese – queijo, and so on. As you can see, using the same characters, I typed the word cheese in five different languages, and, unless you are versed in those languages, you wouldn’t be able to understand what I wrote.
Let’s take it a step further, the Brahmi script, for instance, originated in Ancient India and modern Indian scripts as well as several hundred scripts found in Southeast and East Asia have evolved from Brahmi. I dare you to write a French or English word, using the Brahmi script. Let’s go in the other direction; could you communicate in Chinese using the Latin characters, or vice-versa? I don’t think so! Here’s what I’m talking about, let’s go with cheese again. Hindi – पनीर, Chinese – 奶酪, Persian – پنیر, Russian – Сыр. See where I’m going with this? Once you get away from the Roman (Latin) alphabet, you are lost in that vast linguistic ocean…
Language is one of the main reasons—maybe even the main reason—that I believe various groups of emigrants or felons were deposited in various regions of planet Earth, by several very distinct groups of extraterrestrial alien beings or “wardens,” or, if you like, gods,” who then taught skills that would keep their colonies alive, keep them from starving, here, on their new home planet. Isn’t it interesting that these new arrivals were able to understand the extraterrestrials’ instructions? That’s because, in each case, they were communicating in the same language. It is also possible that, upon being deposited here on their new planet, these various groups did not originally interact; but over the centuries, there was definitely contact made between them.
As I wrote earlier in this piece, most of us didn’t even start thinking about the possibility of other intelligent, humanoid beings sharing the galaxy and perhaps the whole universe, with us, in anything but science fiction stories. Then, in 1947, with the Roswell Incident hitting the newspapers, people started to at least discuss the possibility of extraterrestrial life and travel.
According to former military and government insiders, there was not only talk of space travel but, in fact, the military had taken into its possession, parts, and pieces of the crashed Roswell mystery vehicle (s), which as it turned out, was not a weather balloon as the military claimed after the fact but, a genuine flying saucer. Some of the crash parts and pieces bore markings in an unknown, indecipherable language. Some looked like Aztec or Maya symbols and some more like Egyptian hieroglyphs.
Soon after all the crash, debris was removed from Roswell and transported via military vehicles to Wright Patterson Airforce Base in Ohio and/or Area 51. There, government scientists began their efforts to try replicating the alien spacecraft, and of course, government officials denied all of it.
Some years ago, a physicist named Bob Lazar claimed that he had been one of the scientists who had been tasked with reverse-engineering the Roswell Flying Saucer. According to Lazar, they first started working on the project at Area-51 near Groom Lake in the Nevada desert, north of Las Vegas. Lazar claimed that he was on the team that was trying to unravel the propulsion system of the Roswell interstellar flyer. Lazar stated that the secret of the UFO’s propulsion system was based on the use of element 115, which is a heavy and highly unstable element. Officials countered that Lazar was basically a phony, out to make a name for himself and had actually never worked for the government. They were proven wrong.
Just recently, in 2019, several decades after Bob Lazar’s original claim, American and Russian scientists (yes, you read that right!) working at a secret Russian laboratory, claim that they, in fact, were able to isolate element 115. I do wonder why are they publicly claiming this, and, is it in fact the truth? Or are they simply spoon-feeding us bits and pieces of supposed TOP secret information, so that we might stop asking questions about flying saucers? Are there crashed saucers stored in secret hangers and alien bodies in freezers at Wright-Patterson Airforce base? Do we possibly already have outposts on the Moon and maybe even on Mars?
Is it any wonder that these extraterrestrials have been keeping a very close eye on us for literally millennia, and not just since Roswell in 1947; to monitor what advances we have been making in our efforts to joining them in the Cosmos? Will an invite to join the membership of the GFPP (Galactic Federation of Peaceful Planets), be coming our way soon? Will we be able to understand the invitation? What language will they be using? Stay tuned…
Side note: In April of 2011, the FBI released thousands of classified documents. Among the thousands of papers, researchers found one very interesting briefing memo, addressed to J. Edgar Hoover, dated March 22, 1950. In it are a couple of surprising, typewritten lines. One of them has the following wording:
“…three so-called flying saucers had been recovered in New Mexico…” and another line states: “…bodies had anatomical differences from humans…”
You may draw your own conclusions, but I find this intriguing.
These are, of course, my thoughts and ideas, based upon my research, facts culled from lectures, museum trips, web searches, books, magazines, and videos. In other words, they are but a small part of a larger compendium of speculative scientific theorizing assimilated over a period of sixty or more years.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on this topic?
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