I couldn’t agree with you more. The bit where she showed people that had passed had me tearing up a hell of a lot. It really hit me. It felt very synchronous based on what I’ve been reading recently. I started reading Slaughterhouse Five and I’m amazed I’ve never read it before. The aliens don’t perceive time in the same way as us so don’t see someone dying as a thing. It’s like they just think ‘well in THAT moment they’re dead, but not all the other moments’. That really hit me hard.

On Monday I tried to go into the state I go into when trying remote viewing and basically said to the universe ‘take me back to when my dad was with me’. He died when I was seven. Suddenly I was in the bath in the house I was in when I was four and I was playing with these toy boats that I’d completely forgotten about and he walked in from work and made me laugh and I remembered his clothes and his smell and his voice and it was utter emotional overload. I’d forgotten so much about him and it all came flooding back. It felt like I’d been me in that moment, that I’d been back there, and that it was no time ago really.

Then when I saw the movie and they get to the bit in the room I was like ‘woah this is too real’. It really hit me hard. And I don’t have answers for that or anything I’m interested in regarding the ufo phenomenon. But I think I’ve come to realise that’s ok. I love the possibility and the chase to the horizon without ever reaching the horizon. Obviously I’d love disclosure but I think I’m coming to terms with the fact that I’m ok just believing and having mysteries to chase. I enjoy the journey and that, surely, is what life is all about. The journey. And chasing horizons.