Escaping Denver, batch three, episode eight, the conflagration. All right, let's...

Let's get started.

When I last left you, I was a skeptic of this secret planet on the edge of our solar system, Nibaru, or Planet X, as I've

since seen it called. It appeared to be an absolute impossibility that we'd have missed a seemingly

large planet for this long. But now, after more research and a few of your emails, my opinion

is unchanged. I want to believe.

And just because I stole that sentiment from a poster in the X-Files, it doesn't make it any less true.

This experience, the creatures, the lore, the possibility of aliens.

I mean, the child inside of me is doing cartwheels right now.

It's the whole shadow government and human testing part that really, really upsets me.

Now, I'm clearly not a man of faith.

Not to say that believing in aliens and God are mutually exclusive, I just don't know how to wrap my head around the combo.

Where is I?

Faith.

Yes.

Right.

So I'm not a man of faith.

But I'd love to be.

I want cool stuff to exist.

I'm not against cool stuff.

I just need to be able to root it in reality.

Could Bigfoot exist?

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