Ufologist

I have the most interesting conversations with my ufologist friend Bratislav. He is of Croatian ancestry and is very intelligent. I am bored now in my neighbourhood without someone like him to talk to, as he moved to a different city.

Maybe, the least "mundane" of my friends is Bratislav, the ufologist of Croatian ancestry. He likes to tell me farflung stories.

Bratislav, my Croatian-descent friend, was extremely eye-opening for me. He was an avid ufologist and conspiracy fanatic. He was initially just a neighbour who walked his two small dogs, as he strut around like a vampire. Later, he revolutionized my own worldview.

I believe in intellectuals, especially represented by my intellectual friends, the ufologist Bratislav from a Croatian family, the sci-fi fan Don from Hong Kong, the epicurist Jai from a Hindu family, and the mathematician Lance from the Black Caribbean.

Bratislav is a Croatian-derived friend of mine who is a ufologist. He has a UFO Kit on his smartphone. He has recommended me books like The Orion Regressions by Stan Romanek and The Terra Papers by Robert Morning Sky. His exotic books are of the paranormal, pseudoscience, and ufology genres. His brain is full of fascinating conspiracy theories and strange anecdotes. He has an interesting nonstandard view of astronomy. He thinks that outer space and the worlds beyond are teeming with life, whilst I conjecture that they are vast deserts wherein life, especially intelligent, is very rare. However, I am open-minded and could change my view if needed.

My younger brother Paolo tells me that I should watch Season 17, Episode 4, of Ancient Aliens, as it deals with extraterrestrial manipulation of the human genome. My ufologist friends, too, believe in this idea. I have often thought that there might be something extraterrestrial about myself, as since childhood, I have been interested in astrobiology. It is the 24th of June of 2024.

This winter has been warmer than usual, so far, without snow, here on Lulu Island. In the morning, this 27th of December of 2024, I walked twice to Tim Hortons: Firstly, I ate two hash browns with an oat milk iced coffee. Secondly, I ate a sausage egg English muffin meal, including a hash brown and oat milk iced coffee. I went to Starbucks for an oat nog latte. I missed Greg, my Filipino friend, who left just before me. Then, I went to Yummy Slice pizzeria for a red-can Coca-Cola Zero Sugar. The Filipina vendor Rose was there, so we said "Happy New Year" to each other. I passed by Kin's Farm fruteria. On my way home, in the park's alleyway, I met and talked with my ufologist friend, Michael J., a Dane-French. He amused himself with the red touque on my head, with orange letters in Tagalog: "MGA AWSTRALYA ANG MGA ESTRELYA" (The stars are Australias). I told him it was about "space colonization." There are the cold and hot deserts of other worlds. Then, I went to the house of my "auntie" neighbour, Tita Zeny, to pick up her homemade "dinuguán" or Filipino pork blood stew to bring home. Lunch at home would include Filipino chicken "adobo."

This 17th of April of 2025, I walked to Lulu Island's Tim Hortons café, early morning, after 5, there to enjoy an Earl Grey tea with oat milk and a sausage English muffin. The vendor was Sukhman, the elegant Punjabi lady. A big white man with tattoos on his legs was standing by the till. He was wearing a black and blue checkered shirt. Ken, also a big white man, but with white hair, sat in his usual corner. It was still dark sky outside the bay windows. Jack the Chinese man in a brown jacket rendezvoused for his coffee. Before 10, with sunny weather, I walked back to Tim Hortons café this time to enjoy a Chai tea with oat milk and a croissant. The vendor was Rikku, the affable Punjabi lady. Gary, my Cantonese friend, a fan of Vietnam, sat at the long table etched with lines of an ice hockey rink. He was wearing a black leather jacket and green camouflage Vietnamese military pants. On my way home, I met Michael L. J., my Dane-French ufologist friend. And he showed me on his cellphone another video of mysterious lights in his bedroom; he attributes them to extraterrestrials. I kept to myself my thought about the Zoo Hypothesis. For lunch at home, on my sunny verandah, I ate barbecue pork on a bed of salad with red-tinted rice. Afterwards, I was eating a Tohato-brand matcha-flavoured Japanese Caramel Corn snack from a green plastic bag. Mama has Chef Tony Buns with Egg Yolk Lava in the freezer. They are black on the outside, I think, because of charcoal or something.

Today's a rainy cooler spring day, the 16th of May of 2025. The last couple of days have been grey weather. Yesterday, at Tim Hortons café, I ate my first Chili from there. Michael L. J., my Dane-French ufologist friend, visited there. We looked at his videos on his cellphone, about bedroom light activities that he attributes to extraterrestrials. I don't mention the Zoo Hypothesis to him. He believes in the Grey Aliens or other humanoid outworlders. (I opine that outworlders may not necessarily be humanoids.) Michael and I also talked about our different snorkelling experiences in Mexico. I recounted to him about the temples at Tulum, on a cliff, overlooking a white beach and surrounded by jungle. I said that it looked "like a set in Star Trek." Michael said that he only saw it from far away. Today, anyway, I also went to Tim Hortons café, of which the highlight was my Lemon Poppyseed Muffin and later a Fruit Explosion Muffin. I had a Vanilla Oat Milk Cold Brew. I would try their Chili again, another time. I visited the fruteria Kin's Farm Market, where I bought Vietnamese Red Jackfruit the other day. I hesitated to buy big white mushrooms today.

In the afternoon of the 29th of June of 2025, I ate Filipino purplish ube pancakes on the blue-sky sunny verandah. I walked to Tim Hortons café to enjoy an Earl Grey tea with oat milk and a Turkey Bacon Club Artisan Sandwich. There was a handsome Filipino mestizo with his family. There was an Eastern girl in an elegant white dress. There was a First Nations man. On my walk, I saw my ufologist Dane-French friend Michael in a hurry to get home, so that his ice cream in his knapsack wouldn't melt.

Still, something strange was afoot in Rendlesham, and even if the file is unlikely to satisfy either ufologists or debunkers, it suggests that the truth is still out there.

But fear of abduction never stopped a good ufologist.

New Brunswick nuclear physicist Stanton Friedman may not have coined the phrase cosmic Watergate, but he claims to have used it more often than any living UFOlogist. First used in the wake of the Republican break-in at Democratic headquarters in the Watergate complex, Washington, DC, the term refers to an alleged government cover-up of aliens and UFOs.

Some UFOlogists claim to have determined the different species of aliens, which star systems they’ve come from, what their technology is like, and where their underground bases are. This makes it hard to imagine a UFOlogist who’s managed to throw nearly every shred of credibility he has to the four winds.

“Whispers from Space”: A documentary about Gray Barker, well-known UFOlogist of the 1950s and 1960s, who seems never to have believed in the existence of UFOs at all.

As if the Zapruder footage and Oliver Stone hadn’t made JFK’s assassination mysterious enough, UFOlogists would have us believe that aliens who landed here in 1947 masterminded the whole thing

He dedicates this story to the indefatigable UFOlogist George D. Fawcett and to the late anomalist William R. Corliss.