I've been thinking a lot lately about the nature of UFOs, and I've come to a conclusion that might sound strange: I genuinely believe the "extraterrestrial hypothesis" is a psyop. There's a long story behind why I believe this, but the core of it comes down to this: these things don't move like matter. They behave like "interdimensional shapes" should. We don't witness them arriving from the atmosphere or outer space in the conventional sense.
For all the ufologists out there, I've found that DW Pasulka and Jacques Vallee seem to be the most honest, aligning with what I've learned myself. Pasulka's "Encounters" is excellent, as is anything from Vallee, especially "The Invisible College" and "Passport to Magonia."
But here's where it gets interesting. What if these beings, or experiences, can perceive and interact with our consciousness as fully as we could understand a two-dimensional diagram? They use imagery from the collective unconscious but also from the individual mind. I genuinely believe most of it is, for what it amounts to, tricks and giggles. Tricksters. Orange-blue morality.
The way they can change shape and form reminds me of rotation in additional spatial dimensions. They just have properties we don't have. They don't want us to think they're this or that. They don't care if we expand our minds, and they don't care about the notion of a soul. They want to baffle. Like kids playing with insects.
This reminds me of something I once heard about Buddhist monks and the topic of supernatural beings and abilities (siddhis). The insight was that these are ultimately distractions. They're part of samsara, not inherently real, just like everything else. All experiences are projections within awareness, and those projections are infinite. So I can see how UFOs, aliens, or non-human intelligences could easily become another diversion from genuine spiritual realization, from recognizing what we already are.
A simple analogy: imagine you are playing chess with someone from another planet. You think winning and losing defines the game. They play according to an entirely different rule: the beauty of the piece arrangement.
Krishnamurti often emphasized that everything is conditioning. It's remarkable how seemingly unrelated things can point back to the same truth. Whether we're talking about interdimensional tricksters or the nature of consciousness itself, we keep circling the same underlying mystery.
The weird part? It all lines up. Mystics, ufologists, philosophers, they keep pointing, in different ways, to the same thing. Everything is conditioning, everything is a projection. And yet, somehow, paying attention to the way these "trickster projections" reveal themselves can teach us about our own minds, about perception, and about the limits of reality.