Ufos Spark Momentary Cult

Carl Mon,
Head of PIA

Some kind of ritual cult popped up in the desert this past week, mesmerizing all who witnessed it. It disappeared as quickly as it formed.

It was but four days ago when approximately 100 silhouettes gathered in the early morning at Joshua Tree National park. They formed a circle around a dried up pond that, according to the local historical society, 18th centuray Cowboys had dammed to provide water for their cows.

The rising sun revealed that these silhouettes were naked and body-painted yellow, meandering around, moving stones and shoveling dirt. They constructed a 3-story stairway to the sky out of wood and railroad ties. They also worked to patch up the dam. And slowly, the pond began filling with water from under the bedrock. This water attracted insects and lizards, to which the yellow people fed food from their satchels.

Whatever these people fed to the insects, it made the bugs grow enormous and fat, lethargic and barely moveable.

Each yellow person claimed a bug, usually about the size of a softball or basketball.

Yellow people formed a line adjacent to the now-full pond. Each carried a giant bug above their head. They stared into the sun, awaiting what was to come.

Morning came, morning went. Through the steaming hours of the desert day, these people remained still. As dawn approached, what they were waiting for, if they even knew what they were waiting for, finally arrived.

Dozens of drones came carrying large frog-like creatures in cages. One by one, they would approach the stairway to the sky.

The line of yellow people began sleuthing up the stairway.

One by one, the people placed their insect gifts upon the tongues of frogs from another planet. After presenting their gift, a person would walk off the end of the stairs, fall into the pond, and circle around again to repeat the process. Once a sky frog filled its belly, it would burp and be carried by its drone back into Space.

Once extra-terrestrial life had left this planet, the people painted in yellow awoke from their trance confused and wading in the pond. They scrambled to the shore, climbed out only to realize they were naked and afraid.

I was there. I do not remember how I got there. I do remember finding my way into the nearest ranch town the next morning, asking jaw-dropped ranchers for food and clothes as I covered my junk with a dethorned cactus, dozens of others like me by my side.

I don’t know what happened to us that day, but I understand why you might not believe me. The only evidence I have is a crude tattoo of sorts etched into my underarm, which says “Novelty brings the eyes which brings the claw which brings transcendence”.

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