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Are the Aliens Actually Egyptians From Our Own Past?

What If the “Aliens” Are Really… Egyptians? The Ultimate Plot Twist

You ever have one of those nights where you’re binge-watching Ancient Aliens and a single thought hits you like a lightning bolt?
That was me last night. Sitting here on my little Tennessee homestead, frogs croaking outside, coffee going cold, when it clicked:

What if these “aliens” everyone keeps talking about aren’t aliens at all?
What if they’re Egyptians — our own past (or future) selves coming back?

It sounds wild. But stay with me. Because when you lay out the pieces, the pattern starts looking less like a sci-fi movie and more like a family photo album.


The Glyph Trail Nobody Talks About

Every time somebody credible talks about a craft crash or a close encounter, one detail slips out:

– Roswell witnesses describing “hieroglyph-like” symbols on a girder.
– Rendlesham Forest sketches showing triangle ships marked with little glyphs.
– Experiencers describing control panels covered in blocky symbols that look like stylized Egyptian writing.

And then there’s the other dark piece nobody likes to discuss: the animal mutilations.
Some ranchers have reported precise, almost ritualistic cuts — even “symbols” or strange marks around wounds. If that’s true, those aren’t random acts. They’re signatures.

The symbols on the ships, the marks on the animals, the ancient hieroglyphs carved into temple walls — all variations of the same language. It’s like someone is leaving breadcrumbs for us to follow.


Egypt’s Tech and the “Star Gods”

Egypt’s origin stories already talk about beings who “came from the stars” and taught humans. But what if that wasn’t outside help — what if it was us, looping back?

The Great Pyramid isn’t a tomb. Its granite chambers, piezoelectric properties, and perfect alignments look a whole lot like a giant resonator — a field device, not a burial site. The “white powder gold” (mfkzt) described in texts sounds like high-tech material science hidden as myth.

They built a civilization around vibration, resonance, and frequency.
They wrote the manuals in stone.
And then — cataclysm. Timeline reset. The survivors disappeared into the sky or underground.


Why the “Aliens” Would Be Egyptian Time Travelers

If they’re our own lineage, it explains everything:

Why they’re humanoid. Same DNA, just evolved or engineered.
Why they’re obsessed with genetics. They’re monitoring their own family tree.
Why they leave symbols. It’s a code only their descendants would eventually recognize.
Why they don’t land on the White House lawn. Timeline protection. We’re not ready until we figure out space and ships again.

This also matches Haim Eshed’s quote: we’re not “mature” enough because we haven’t re-learned what our ancestors already knew — that space is a medium and ships are field generators, not rockets.


What This Means for Us

If the “aliens” are Egyptians, then the big twist of history isn’t that we’re being visited. It’s that we’re being remembered. We’re the amnesiac branch of the family slowly rediscovering the technology of our own ancestors.

And maybe the reason the glyphs keep popping up — on ships, on beams, in patterns we barely notice — is because they’re telling us:
“Wake up. You’ve done this before. It’s time to remember.”


Join the Conversation

I’m not claiming proof. I’m laying out a pattern that jumped out at me while binge-watching and reading and connecting dots from my kitchen table.

If you’ve seen the glyphs, studied the pyramids, or just have your own theory, drop it in the comments. Let’s start piecing this puzzle together — because if Eshed is right, the minute we figure out what space really is, and what a spaceship really is, the so-called “aliens” will no longer be visitors. They’ll be family coming home.

I’m Stacy, the woman behind Sincere Scribbles — a space where real life meets real roots. I write it like it is: homestead updates, honest recipes, raw reflections, and all the scribbles in between. No fluff, no sugarcoating, just everyday living with heart, grit, and a little Southern soul.

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