The Drones Are Here: Is Humanity Ready for the Breakthrough?

It started with a restless night, the kind where your mind refuses to shut off, buzzing louder than the static-filled hum of old-school TVs. Lately, Anthony and I have been in a rut, if I’m honest—a marriage rut. Not the screaming, plate-throwing kind, nor the kind where you don’t talk for days and silently plot your escape. No, this is the quiet kind. The kind where you notice the space between you growing, not out of malice or neglect, but because life creeps in, fills the gaps, and settles in like an uninvited guest.

I’ve caught myself wondering: Is this normal? To go from wild passion to this steady, muted existence? Every relationship guide would tell you yes. Every talk show therapist would assure you that love matures, that passion cools but deepens, blah blah blah. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t sometimes miss the fire. But this isn’t about missing Anthony. I still love him fiercely, deeply, in a way I didn’t know I could love anyone. It’s just… life. It happens.

And maybe it’s because of that rut, or maybe it’s the state of the world, but I’ve been feeling an itch lately, an unshakeable sense that something bigger is happening. That we’re all standing on the edge of something monumental. Maybe it’s the drones—those eerie, buzzing lights everyone’s been spotting over New Jersey and beyond. Maybe it’s just my overactive, ever-curious brain trying to connect the dots. But I can’t shake the feeling that whatever those drones are, they’re a harbinger of something much bigger.

Let’s get real: the government has been lying to us for decades. About what, exactly? Take your pick. Aliens. Advanced tech. Ancient secrets buried under Area 51. They’ve held the keys to mysteries we’re too "fragile" to comprehend. But like a parent losing control of a household rule, I think they’ve finally fucked up. It’s not just about the drones anymore. It’s about something that feels bigger than us—something we’ve been waiting for, collectively, without even knowing it.

Maybe the treaty was broken. Yeah, I’m talking about the treaty—the one conspiracy theorists whisper about, where governments supposedly agreed to stay quiet about extraterrestrial visitors in exchange for advanced tech. Sounds wild, doesn’t it? But is it any crazier than believing we’re alone in an infinite universe?

Here’s where I’ll lose some of you, and I’m fine with that. The veil is thinning. I’ve felt it in my psychic work, in the strange, electric energy that hums under everything lately. The world feels different. Like there’s less of a boundary between us and… them. And no, I don’t mean God, angels, or the spirits you pray to when life goes to shit. I mean the “others.” The ones who’ve been watching us longer than we’ve had religions to argue over.

What if the drones are theirs? Not ours, not Russia’s or China’s, but theirs? What if we’re witnessing the first cracks in the carefully constructed reality we’ve been living in? It wouldn’t surprise me. I’ve spent most of my life dismantling illusions—about myself, my family, my purpose. Why wouldn’t the universe work the same way?

And here’s the kicker: What if it’s not an invasion? What if it’s a breakthrough? What if the same way Anthony and I are learning to navigate this quieter, less fiery love, the universe is teaching us to grow up, to look beyond the petty, human-made boundaries of religion, nationality, and ego? What if the “others” are here to show us a different way?

I know it sounds nuts. But is it any more nuts than a world where billionaires play space cowboy while millions starve? Or where we still argue about climate change while the planet literally burns? If nothing else, the idea of higher intelligence stepping in to clean up this mess is almost comforting.

I tried bringing it up to Anthony the other night, mid-conversation about something mundane like dog food or laundry. “Do you think the drones are theirs?” I asked, half-joking, half-hoping he’d take the bait. He looked at me, eyebrows raised, and said, “I think you’ve been watching too many documentaries.” And that was that.

But I know I’m not alone in feeling this. You feel it too, don’t you? The sense that we’re on the verge of something massive. Something that will either break us or wake us the fuck up. The drones are just the tip of the iceberg. The real story is what’s hiding beneath the surface—the stories we’ve been told to ignore, the truths we’ve been too scared to face.

Maybe it’s time to stop being scared. Maybe it’s time to stop clinging to the idea that we’re the pinnacle of intelligence, the center of the universe. Maybe the breakthrough isn’t about them—it’s about us. About letting go of the bullshit that divides us and seeing the bigger picture.

I don’t have all the answers. Hell, I don’t even have half the answers. But I do know this: Whatever’s coming, it’s going to change everything. And maybe, just maybe, that’s exactly what we need.