If aliens arrived tomorrow, what’s the first thing you’d ask them?
If aliens arrived tomorrow, I would blink repeatedly. Close and open my eyes. Rub them to make sure I was not dreaming.
And once I was sure this was real, I would go all in for the oldest language there is. The wordless one.
Can we call it the Gut Cosmic Wi-Fi?
Because honestly, I don’t think they speak English, Norwegian, Farsi, or even Spanish or French for that matter.
Then I would hand them three pieces of paper, with three different topics written on them. And I would ask him or her, or them if they are not gendered, to pick one.
That way, I would also find out if they could read.
Of course, they picked all three. Curious creatures. Just like me.
So here are the questions waiting on each piece of paper.
The Body
I wonder… do you feel?
And if you do, where do your feelings live?
In my body, fear tightens my belly. Grief sits heavy in my chest. And joy rises up through my feet until I have to dance.
Is it the same for you?
Is there music where you come from? And do you dance to it?
Tell me, how do you make love?
Do you have orgasms? And how do they make you feel?
What does the sexual act mean to you and your tribe?
Do you call yourselves a tribe, by the way? Or what do you call each other?
Politics
How do you live? And where?
Are your spaceships your villages or your cities?
And tell me about borders.
We humans draw lines on the ground and call them borders. And we treat each other like shit, because we think this is our home, these people belong to us, and the others don’t.
Do you do the same?
I grew up in Iran and came to Norway at 14 and a half. I know all about borders. So I want to know what home means to you and your species.
A place?
Your tribe?
Your body?
Your spaceship?
Or just moving around?
The Mirror
Is there laughter where you come from?
Please don’t say you’re laughing at us humans. Because I do. We are crazy as hell. And we think we are normal.
Is there such a thing as normal for you? And what does normal mean to you?
Having experienced Iran and Norway and loads of other countries, I have seen that nothing is normal. Normal is a concept we humans have created. We all walk around thinking we are normal, while we are f*cking far away from it.
By the way, what does evolving mean to your species? And I’m curious.
How do you look at us humans?
Our modern look.
Our way of being and behaving.
Our heads constantly bent over our rectangular screens.
I guess these questions are more than enough for a short meeting.
I just hope the Gut Cosmic Wi-Fi holds, so I don’t lose their answers.
What about you?
If you had them in front of you tomorrow, what would be burning inside you to know?
I am Parisa Radpey, the writer of these pages and founder of Dhyana Donya Movement & Health. You can read more about me here my background.
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