What We should Have Known Anyway

25.02.2008 06:37 UFO - Source: UFO Digest

Glenn Kimball is an author, educator and lecturer. He has successfully completed all course work for a Ph.D. in Communications. He was the former president of International Exchange School and has taught school at Southern Illinois University. He has been collecting ancient texts since the age of fifteen and is famous for being able to integrate very diverse texts into a contiguous story line. Due to the censorship of time and doubt, most of the documents and oral stories chronicling the early life of Jesus were destroyed, lost, or forgotten. After 25 years of research, during which Kimball visited museums, Indian tribes, medicine men, and universities, he assembled some of the missing links and unsolved mysteries of Christianity.

What We should Have
Known Anyway
by Glenn Kimball

Posted: 11:40 February 6, 2008

I think of the super bowl yesterday (Sunday, February 3, 2008) and have to laugh. The last six games of the year the Patriots didn’t cover the point spread. Six of the last seven games of the year the Giants did cover the point spread. Regardless of your favorite team, a good betting person should have bet the farm that the Giants would cover the point spread again. That is exactly what happened. It didn’t matter who won and lost, if you wanted a likely bet, you should have bet on the Giants. How many of us in life have passed up those kinds of odds when confronting what we think we know.

Most of you who have followed me know the story of my return to the USA after having lived in South America for as long as I did. To make a long story short and get to the point I am trying to make, I sat in the airport in L.A. and began to sob. It was such an automatic emotion for me it scared me a little. I thought for a moment that the tears were merely because I missed my home, like a little child sobs when he sees his parents after they have been away for a while. When I realized that that wasn’t the reason I was even more frightened. I thought that something had happened to someone I loved and I was feeling the emotion from a distance, like has happened so many times in my life. Then I realized that this wasn’t the reason either. It finally dawned on me the truth behind the most spontaneous outpouring of tears in my life. It was because I realized, by looking around me in the L.A. airport, that I was looking into the faces of people who really thought they knew what was going on in the world and they didn’t have a clue. The tears were for the pity I felt for my own people. I had been raised to think that college professors and men with suits and ties knew what they were doing. I thought that the women who had taken so much time to groom themselves to be attractive were doing the right thing and something that was important. Neither one of these things was remotely true. I wondered how much of the lives of the men in the world have been wasted thinking that they knew what was going on. I especially pitied the hours the women had taken to make themselves lovely. I wondered in my heart what kind of coldness must be in the hearts of these women who didn’t know the real value of their lives. The people in Bolivia with all their extreme poverty knew themselves better than we knew ourselves. I wanted to reach out and shout to the people in the airport to wake up. I wanted them to understand that the people in Bolivia weren’t merely some bunch of ignorant savages in a “third world” environment.