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I want to believe...

   I recently have gone back to watch the X-files from the beginning to the end. Now, I am aware of the intense dedication of time that I am giving said show: 9 seasons! It's going to take forever. But I love this show. I remember, when I was younger, I was not allowed to watch this show, but would sneak it anyway. Why? Because as long as I can remember the paranormal has always intrigued me.
   As a Christian and lover of Frank Peretti, I have been exposed to the forces of spiritual things. For in scripture it talks of "wrestling between principalities and powers." This has always been taken to mean unseen forces of evil...namely Satan and his demons. I believe that these beings exist, and I do believe in the reality of said battle of forces. Perhaps that is why I am completely fascinated with the paranormal.
   In this series, Fox Mulder is struggling to find and prove the existence of aliens. His partner, Dana Scully, wants nothing to do with it relying on science only, therefore can't grasp the idea that aliens exist. And as I watch this show all I can ask is, "Why not?" I have also been told my whole life that watching and reading and focusing on these kinds of things are not good for the spirit. Yeah...well...don't care really. I am also aware of the reality of fantasy and fact.
    But in the end: why not? Why can't there be aliens? Why do we (humans on earth) have to be the only beings that exist? Why can't there be multiple universes or multiple solar systems with thousands of different species on them? I have heard the argument that it is because we are the true epitome of God's children. Ha! I mean...sure, I believe that. But why can't God, in his infinite awesomeness, create whole other worlds?
    I have also heard that if this were the case then Christ would have to die for their soul as well. Well, why not? I mean, as Christians, we don't believe in God living in linear time, and as Catholics, we believe that every moment is happening at every moment. For don't we say: "Christ has died, Christ is risen, Christ will come again"? This is one of the mysteries of the faith. So why can't God have died for other souls that live in other parts of the massive universe that He created?
  That's just it. What bothers me so is not the fact that there are people who don't believe that there are other worlds out there, but those that believe it is impossible. Really? How could we not open up our minds and see that we are special but you aren't more special than I am, so everyone is special in the Creator's eyes. We are unique, but so are they.
    Open up your eyes and see that we may not be alone. We may one day make contact with another species...that would be so freaking cool!! I am more like Mulder than Scully...I believe that we are not alone, or if I do, I have no problem thinking that maybe we aren't. All I am saying is that it isn't wrong to believe that we are not alone.
    The tag line for the X-files is such: "the truth is out there..." That I believe!

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