Alien Gods and the Afterlife

Where Did We Come From?

There are several species of aliens out there, and some have even been in contact with people on Earth. Not the ones you’re thinking of. Forget the White House and your favorite clickbait YouTubers. If they ever did pop in for a chat, they certainly wouldn’t have time for a narcissist in a red tie who bribed his way into power. The aliens know better. These aren’t just aliens, these are alien gods.

We aren’t originally from Earth. Even if we just track back a few hundred thousand years, we’d hit Mars as our pit stop. But even that was a temporary squat. We’re the cosmic equivalent of couch surfers, drifting from one planet to another, carrying intergenerational baggage and just enough arrogance to declare, “We come in peace.”

We are the aliens. We’ve been seeded, scattered, and genetically fiddled with by beings far more evolved than us. When Mars went kaboom, our so-called alien gods intervened, packed our bags, rewired some DNA, and plonked us here on Earth. Their biggest concern? That we wouldn’t adapt. Cue the DNA updates, no software patch, just straight-up bioengineering.

Who Are the Alien Gods?

Some of them look like us. Some don’t. Some are AI hybrids. Some are walking acid trips with tentacles and no concept of personal space. There are the tall ones, the short ones, the reptilian overlords, the amphibian philosophers, and the planet of tall, self-replicating women who have no need for men. (Jealous yet?)

If a glowing, ten-foot being descended from the sky, lighting up bushes and booming like thunder, what would a primitive human think? God, obviously. Or maybe just another influencer with dramatic entrance skills.

But really? An alien god.

The Legacy of the Alien Gods

Here’s the thing: if we ever visit less advanced civilizations, we’d better act like we’ve got manners. Because whatever they see us doing, they’ll copy. Forever. We are the gods of someone’s future mythology. And we’re leaving behind a legacy of Instagram filters, reality TV, and influencers who sell protein powder with one hand and self-loathing with the other.

You want to know what we worship? Turn on any screen. Missy-Britney-Madonna-Kardashian-Minaj-Trousersnake. (Don’t come for me. You know I’m right.) If they’re not our gods, they’re damn close. My niece would throw herself in front of a bus for Miley Cyrus, and she’s not even a wrecking ball.

So imagine this fervor projected into deep space. Imagine a civilization discovering Earth’s signal and believing wholeheartedly that wearing pointy bras and chanting “Kabbalah” is the key to enlightenment. All because we made it look holy.

To be an alien god on another planet, all you’d need is a decent spaceship. On Earth? Just a ring light and a TikTok account.

What Happens If We Don’t Die?

For centuries, death was the end of the road. Now? Not so much. We’re getting alarmingly close to hacking death. Between 3D-printing organs and flirting with digital consciousness uploads, you might live forever. USB-port brain and all. I explored this in Aradnia, the concept of storing consciousness and then transferring it to bodies that can be bio-printed on another distant planet.

So let’s say you don’t die. Great. Now what? Another 600 years of student loans? Marrying the same person through nine reincarnations of your personality? At some point, we’ll have to ask: is this still a life or just a long, slow grind toward existential boredom?

Without death, do we hoard degrees like Pokémon cards? Do we finally crack the mystery of consciousness, or just spend 400 years perfecting our skincare routine?

Aliens and the Afterlife

If we live forever, we may never reach the next stage, the one beyond the body. You know, the one where we finally ditch the meat suit and ascend into godlike energy beings who don’t worry about mortgages or that guy who ghosted us.

There’s real research being done into energy transfer post-death. Some scientists are convinced we dissolve into nothing. Others believe our energy simply transitions. Either way, one thing is becoming clear: whatever we are made of might not end just because our bodies do.

But since nobody’s popped back in a lab coat with a PowerPoint presentation from the afterlife, we’re still speculating. It’s like trying to believe in a friend’s vacation when they didn’t even bring back a souvenir.

Could Alien Gods Be an Advanced Form of Us?

Let’s crank the bullshit-o-meter. Scientists, and I use that word both sincerely and ironically, have documented an energy field that reacts to consciousness. Parapsychologists believe the soul outlives the body. And apparently, this soul energy is recyclable. (Green aliens, anyone?)

Reincarnation might be more science than spirit one day. Maybe you’ll get to meet your great-great-granddaughter and explain how you once pooped in a bucket at Burning Man. She’ll be so proud.

And when we finally get proof that energy doesn’t die, that it just takes a new form, we might finally say things like, “Hey honey, how was the transition? Did the light tunnel have good Wi-Fi?” That’s the alien afterlife we’re heading toward.

Alien Afterlife: The Reboot

Let’s get one thing straight. God, the version handed down in over-glorified, fear-based fairy tales, isn’t handing out virgins or asking for genital sacrifices. What the hell is he doing with that foreskin collection anyway? It’s not a loyalty program.

I’ve spent years side-eyeing every single religion and its bizarre demands. I don’t believe the Pope’s got a direct line to anyone except maybe his PR manager. If God wants to now talk to me, he can knock or slide into my DM’s.

And yet, buried in all that dogma is something no one seems to notice. In every major text, there’s some version of: “God came down from the heavens in a flaming chariot.” You know what that sounds like? A spaceship. A dramatic, intergalactic Uber. Straight out of the alien gods mythology.

And just like a real Uber, it probably arrived late, smelled weird, and had an entity behind the wheel who didn’t speak your language but insisted on five stars anyway.

When the alien gods died, they shed their bodies and kept influencing the narrative from beyond. Like every good myth, it became distorted. Chinese whispers over millennia.

This is the thread that runs through Circle in the Sand. That maybe, just maybe, we are living out the forgotten instructions of those beings. That the afterlife, the Gods, the aliens, the cosmic truths, they’re all wrapped into one outrageous, sarcastic, slightly offensive theory that might actually be less fiction than we think.

And if you liked that idea, I wrote a book about it. Circle in the Sand. You’ll laugh, you’ll roll your eyes, and you might even start to believe me. Or at least Google “alien gods” at 2am while questioning your entire belief system.

The New Fox

2025 me realised that this post from 2017 still gets a lot of clicks (why?!). I write about narcissists now, the dark tetrad, glory holes (well, to be fair I’ve been doing that for decades, and later in a hole book called The Hole in the Door) and other insane shit.

And yes, I still write the kind of random, possibly alien-channelled madness that pops into my head at 3 a.m. and ends up here because… well, if influencers can profit off unhinged ramblings, so can I.