By GW Only On The Walters Post!
The other day, I was sitting here at my computer reading an article, about that strange new signal coming from deep space. Fifteen thousand light years away, can you believe that? Regular as a heartbeat, two minutes on, forty-four minutes off. It wasn’t noise, not something random, and it felt like a rhythm. Like something alive.
Scientists are scratching their heads. Some think it’s a magnetar, others figure it might be a star system caught in some strange dance. But none of them can explain why it’s so steady, or why it sends out both radio waves and X-rays. They’ve never seen anything quite like it.
The moment I read it, I thought of Grey Wolf.
He was an old friend of mine, a native man who used to spend his summers in a small cabin tucked behind our farm. He never said much, but when he did, you listened. Occasionally we would sit by the fire, with him watching the flames, and me watching him.
One night, I asked him what he thought life was all about. He didn’t answer right away, just poked the fire with a stick and then said, “We’re energy, we were sent here to learn. We come from it, and we will eventually go back to it. This place, this life, it’s just part of the lesson.”
Another time I asked if he believed there were others out there. He gave a small smile and said, “You think all this sky is for just one world?” Then he looked up, real slow, and added, “There are many fires burning, some just burn quiet.”
I’ve never forgotten that.
Anyway, reading more about that signal, I started to wonder if maybe it’s not a message the way we think of messages. Maybe it’s not trying to talk to machines or telescopes, maybe it’s more like a pattern. A quiet nudge, not shouting for attention, just letting us know we’re not alone.
Grey Wolf believed in balance. He said everything had its place, and that some things were felt, not explained. He respected science, but he also knew its limits. Not only that, but he said the deeper truth doesn’t always come with answers. Sometimes it comes with a feeling you can’t shake.
That’s how this signal from a distant planet feels to me.
We’ve been told Earth is special because we’re the only ones here. But what if it’s special because we’re one of many? One stop in a much larger journey, and what if that signal is just the first knock on the door?
Grey Wolf used to say, “The Great Mystery doesn’t speak in words, it waits to see if we’re ready to listen.”
Well, maybe now we are.
Until the next time: Keep Your Minds Open & Your Stories Alive. GW