You're Safe Now

A Meditation on the "Impending Alien Threat"

Before I share the piece below, I want to give a little context for why I wrote it—and why I posted a version of it on X earlier this week. A few people asked what prompted it, and the truth is that this has been simmering in the back of my mind for a while.

Part of my work requires keeping an eye on patterns—not in the sense of jumping to conclusions, but in noticing how certain narratives and events tend to surface together. And one particular pattern that has emerged over the past few years has been… interesting.

First, there is the slow, almost ambient shift in the Overton window around anomalous life and non-human intelligence. We’ve had the disclosure movement gaining mainstream traction. We’ve had Oumuamua, 3I/ATLAS, and the recent announcement of ancient microbial life on Mars. Whether any of these things ultimately mean what they’re said to mean almost feels secondary. What matters is that the public imagination is being primed, steadily and subtly, for something.

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The Overton window is the spectrum of ideas on public policy and social issues considered acceptable by the general public at a given time.

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Second, there is a very real effort—both inside the UFO community and in other adjacent niche communities—to seed the idea that some kind of contact event is coming in 2026 or 2027. I’ve seen enough behind the scenes to take seriously the possibility that this narrative is being used to groom and position certain people with platforms, nudging them toward particular allegiances or interpretations.

Running alongside that is the resurfacing of an older counter-narrative: that an alien invasion is coming, but that it will be staged. Jeremy Corbell talked about this explicitly in season 2 of UFO Revolution. And there are intelligence insiders—some I’ve spoken with directly—who insist a fake alien invasion is planned sometime in the next six to twelve months. This is not a new idea by any stretch of the imagination. Project Blue Beam is practically folklore at this point. But the timing of its resurgence is worth noting.

Hear what Jeremy Corbell had to say here:

And third: I don’t know what any of this means. Truly. And I don’t trust any source enough to take their word as gospel, because the Venn diagram of “people who would know for sure” and “people who would tell me the truth” is almost certainly two non-overlapping circles. So I treat all of this as data points, nothing more. Intriguing, suggestive, but inconclusive.

What I can do—and what I find creatively and intellectually useful—is run the thought experiment. If someone were preparing the public for something, why? If a fake contact event were on the table, what would it accomplish? What are the psychological, political, and narrative levers such an event would pull?

That’s the spirit in which I wrote the piece below: not as prediction, not as belief, but as exploration. A way of testing the contours of a possibility by imagining how it might unfold.

Here’s one scenario:

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Imagine that some coalition of world governments was planning some version of a fake alien invasion in the next 6-12 months.

There is some visual component of the invasion that is obvious and undeniable. Probably in the sky over major metropolitan areas. The ships—or whatever they are—stay there, hovering in suffocating silence, shutting down major airports.

Panic. Some people stay indoors, others take to the streets. Heads of state stand gravely at podiums. Mid-speech they morph grotesquely into something non-human that seems to crawl out of their skin. The feed is cut as reporters scream.

On another channel, watched at this point by no one, the final episode of a fake competition show with real D-list celebrities airs. The network reaches out to the media which is near frozen with confusion to tell them that—this doesn’t make any sense—but the finale that aired was not the finale that they shot. It was the same show with the same people but everything was different. They can’t explain it.

There are suddenly frantic calls from the White House for order. The president is fine. They can’t explain what people saw, but to the people in the room he finished his speech calmly and took questions

At 9:14 p.m., the Mayo Clinic homepage updates to say that the leading treatment for hypertension is “three cigarettes before breakfast.” The article is peer-reviewed and cites journals that do not exist. All GPS systems across Europe insist that every destination is located at the same set of coordinates: a wheat field outside Kraków. Traffic begins to converge there before authorities shut down the networks. Every cell phone in the world sends the most compromising photo in the camera roll to everyone listed in contacts.

With horror the world realizes that super advanced alien AI is overwriting our history, corrupting our vast stores of knowledge, and infiltrating every single mode of media and communication, effectively making it impossible for us to form consensus or know what is real.

The Tower of Babel has come again. Meaning itself fractures. Memory becomes untrustworthy. You watch your own text threads rewrite themselves. Old photos lose faces. Scientific journals publish contradictory versions of the same paper, each insisting the other is fraudulent. Conspiracy forums ignite into civil religious wars.

No one agrees on anything—not because of ideology, but because reality has forked.

Economies seize. Planes remain grounded. Hospitals lose access to medical records. Courts can no longer verify evidence. Every institution built on continuity collapses under the weight of its own uncertainty.

Governments meet in emergency sessions, attempting to issue statements, but nothing holds long enough to be believed. Whatever this intelligence is—alien, artificial, or something else entirely—it has found a way to erode trust at the root. It doesn’t need to conquer. It only needs to confuse.

Then comes the solution.

A coalition of world leaders emerges with a coordinated announcement—one that, miraculously, is synced across every surviving channel. They claim to have traced the vector of information corruption and discovered a narrow window to fight back. Their proposal is simple, they say. Temporary. Necessary.

To restore order, the governments of the world have partnered with major AI firms, defense-analytics giants like Palantir, and several blockchain consortia. A unified information architecture is activated—something they call the Clearinghouse.

From now on, every fragment of data—every message, every broadcast, every financial transaction, every social post, every media file—must be routed through a central verification hub designed to authenticate signal integrity. The only way to defeat the alien disinformation is to remove the possibility of uncertainty.

Your identity, your history, your money, everything you love is now protected, they insist, by logging every action you take onto a global blockchain ledger. Immutable. Permanent. Secure.

Every phone call is verified. Every movement tokenized. Every photo stamped with a trust score. Every bank transaction cleared by an AI whose name you don’t recognize but are told to trust.

You are safe now.