I am in the midst of watching perhaps the most intriguing bit of television programming I have seen in years – maybe ever on Netflix. I am addicted to Battlestar Galactica, the 2004 to 2009 television series raising questions as to the origins of humankind and our relationship with another type of man-made intelligence. I cannot speak with authority in knowing the point of the whole thing as I am only on episode 47 out 76. I can only speak to the feelings that this series is bringing up for me.
First, I have to say that I am not, nor have ever been, fascinated with SciFi. The colorless backdrops of gray metal, grates, grids and lifeless environments are depressing to me. I have always said that I would not raise my hand to board a spacecraft and leave this planet. The beauty here, on earth, is limitless if we simply open our eyes. For this reason I have not chosen to watch any previous television series featuring life aboard spacecraft and into the future – until now. I am, however, fascinated with our origins and with “Others” who I believe have been here since the beginning and are still in our presence. Our fascinations in life are not without foundation.
In the late 1980s, I was experimenting with past life regression to know myself better and to have a greater understanding of our collective deep past. The sessions took me to other realities as far back as the earliest peopling of the planet to relatively recent times and everything in between. I experienced things I could never have conceived of and tucked it away for piecing together in the future. One stop was aboard a space ship.
In this scene, I was not one of the “Others”, I was a human working peacefully in the field of science in association with Others. We were trekking to another planet to bring back certain minerals for our use here on earth. The moment that intrigued me most was the challenge of feeding myself and the other humans aboard the space craft. In this scene I watched the alien beings generating a series of codes, a genetic blueprint, for apples. There was a small, clear chamber of sorts in which I watched an apple phase into physical density after having its genetic code activated, by what means I do not know.
Jumping to 2001, I was out in the field with Steven Greer’s E-Ceti group. At night we remote viewed and watched for anonymous activity in the skies. During one of our daytime lectures Greer explained what he had been shown by his own ‘contacts’ about the subject of feeding humans aboard spacecraft. It should not surprise you at this point to learn that he described the exact experience I had recalled during the regression – the creation of an apple via the visualization of its genetics. While I have had many points of validation for my experiences, this one stuck with me for some inexplicable reason.
When a friend recently asked me if I had watched Battlestar Galactica, I explained that I don’t care to watch anything that involves life in space – the lack of beauty and foliage depresses me. I had not thought, until that moment, to look at why that might be. I had a charge around the issue of being in outer space. Why would this be if I had not encountered this in the past?
Now, 47 episodes into Battlestar Gallactica, it lives by my side between viewings as though there is a parallel life waiting to be discovered. I have no resistance to the notion of engineered lifeforms as there is evidence that we ourselves may have been engineered at least in part. But I feel this alternate/televised reality is pulling me closer to something in us. The BG human beings have no awareness of their distant past. There have no awareness of their own soul. They are being guided by a woman who is relying on ancient lore to find the way home for her people. For the Colonialists, home is to be Earth, but they must fight for the space with the artificial life-form created by themselves, the Cylons.
There is something eerily intertwined with this story and some piece of our own. Having journeyed to far away times, though this is only my experience, I feel that our species is drawing near to a time in which our true roots will be revealed. I have already spent a great deal of time researching this final frontier and I am sublimating the almost hypnotic desire to go to the ultimate unknown through, oddly, a TV series. Life imitates art, or is it?