Shh…they might hear me. I mean, I’m sure they are listening to everything that goes on here. It’s amazing how they were able to duplicate our house to the letter of perfection. The house, the neighborhood, all of it. It goes to show you what an advanced civilization can do. Truly amazing. Right now, all I care about is getting someone on planet earth to see or hear this message. Without that we are all doomed.
I don’t remember the exact moment we were abducted. It must have happened while we were sleeping. Judy and I are normal people after all and why they chose to abduct us is beyond me but here we are in some secluded prison that looks and feels just like our house but it isn’t. Want proof? These creatures walk around outside and they must have such strange mouths and noses that they cover them so we can’t see them. They’re all over the place – in the streets, the parks, everywhere. They won’t come near us. I think there’s some sort of toxic force field that separates us. As soon as we get close to one of them, they back away until they are six feet from us. Strange creatures.
It’s a good thing that they provided a guitar or two in our isolation area. At least I can still write songs and try to act normal.
Friends? I still have them. We meet all the time on the aliens’ screens. Something they call Zoom. At least I think they are my friends. They look like them, act like them, but like I said, these creatures are gifted at illusions. So, I sing my songs, write some new ones and these folks on the Zoom thing act like they are listening. Then they sing their songs to me and I have to tell you, these aliens are an incredible race. How they have been able to duplicate the moods and flavors of earth music is a feat of scientific marvel. I’m sure they are clones. Here’s an example. The alien who calls himself Zipper sang and played a song that was an exact duplication of the old song “Makin’ Whoopee” from an earth movie it must have seen on their long-range satellite receivers. Perfect! It’s mind boggling how they do it. Then another “female” alien named Tracer sang a song that was written on earth by Jesse Winchester. I swear, this alien looked and sang just like my friend Tracy Newman. They must have been studying us for years.
So at least we’ve got music. The alien guitars work real good but it just isn’t the same as being back on earth. This world we’re in looks like it, but it’s different.
If there is anyone out there who gets this transmission, please let us know if anyone is working on getting us home to mother earth. I miss it. Judy misses it.
Peace.
Art and Judy Podell
www.artpodell.com
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This is so very strange Art! A similar thing is going on out here in my little town of Nolensville. The animals all still love me but everyone else seems so distant. Maybe it’s just me, but I think something’s going on. Loved your post!
THE SAME THING IS HAPPENING TO ME, ART! WE HAVE ALL BEEN SEPARATED BUT STILL MANAGE TO BE TOGETHER, BUT NOT THE REAL US! EERIE. I SEE IT’S HAPPENING TO BILL WENCE, TOO. WTF.
I love this Artie, but I wish I had written it.
Love,
The Tracer
They even have lox.. the clever sneaks!
It’s happening here too Art. I hope your Zipper is better looking and sounding than the one here.
I miss the old world, but I am grateful for this alien deception. It eases the blow a bit and makes me think ya’ll are still out there.
Wait is this me writing to Art or me writing to an alien. Or is this “me” an alien writing to an alien Art…? This whole world feels like alien art.
Great Job Art. I love it!
John Z (Earthling)
I’m working on a phase capacitor that can make things right. All I’m missing is a low E string…
I still miss someone .. in total loss as a lost child
Yes, it’s strange here in North Hollywood, too. Someone’s making the planes fly right over our house, just like before. And, the trucks keep coming on Wednesdays to pick up the garbage, so I have to have the bins ready…just like before. Some folks have told me they think the Post Office is up to something, but I’ve started receiving the first of about 100 Christmas catalogs I’ve never asked for, just like before. Things seems normal, but yet…AAAAAAAHtwerpduh e[qinelciy30003jhh2iwikjh3!mmmmmmhheyheyheyheygahow93]-9jjj==xzzzzz.
I think The Carpenters are to blame. Do you remember, “We are your friends … calling occupants of interplanetary craft!” We all thought it was pretty strange listening to Karen sing these words decades ago … we didn’t understand. But now I think it must’ve been meant as a warning and precursor to what has happened to you in 2020! Perhaps Karen is somewhere on your planet and can help you get back home. Sounds like a strange place you’ve been taken to with all the weird beings hiding their noses and mouths. Miss you Art and Judy. Come back home soon – or at least by 2021!
I don’t know who these people that wrote this article are. Judy and I are in Encino.
Wow…thank you for posting, Art. So many things are becoming clearer to me now. Perhaps this explains why the birds were congregating outside my front window – they know I’m not really here!
I received your transmission, but I ain’t so sure this is earth…