Are the recently showcased alien remains authentic or just a hoax?
Scientists do not seem to be convinced.
For centuries, the idea of aliens has captivated our imaginations and sparked endless debates. From conspiracy theories to scientific hypotheses, everyone seems to have an opinion on the existence of these mysterious creatures. Some people remain skeptical, while others are convinced that we are not alone in the universe.
Are the recently showcased extraterrestrial remains authentic or just a hoax? Let's investigate!
The Mexican Congress was rocked on Wednesday when a self-proclaimed "ufologist" presented not one, but TWO specimens that he claims are the remains of extraterrestrial beings! Jaime Maussan, a UFO scientist, writer, and TV host, testified under oath that the shriveled gray bodies with three fingers on each hand are "non-human beings that are not part of our terrestrial evolution." But before you start packing your bags for a trip to Area 51, experts are already casting doubt on Maussan's claims.
“These conclusions are simply not backed up by evidence,” Antígona Segura, one of Mexico’s top astrobiologists, tells Simon Romero of the New York Times. “The whole thing is very shameful.”
According to Maussan, a team of scientists at the National Autonomous University of Mexico have used carbon dating to determine that some remains found in Mexico are a whopping 1,000 years old. But hold up, because the university's scientists are distancing themselves from Maussan's claims. They say they had nothing to do with collecting the samples and didn't even come into contact with the full specimens. In fact, they've made it clear that they're not making any conclusions about the origin of these samples.
During the recent hearing, Maussan made claims that two bodies were discovered in algae mines in Cusco, Peru in 2017. He stated that the remains were not mummies and had not been manipulated. Additionally, he allegedly claimed that X-rays revealed one of the beings had “eggs” inside it. However, the remains have not been analyzed by experts nor has the data been released to the public. Despite this, images of the supposed aliens have gained popularity on social media.
This isn't the first time Maussan has made headlines with his wild claims. Back in 2015, he revealed a body that he claimed belonged to an alien, but it turned out to be the remains of a human child. And just two years later, he was involved in a video project that claimed specimens uncovered in Nazca, Peru, with elongated skulls and three fingers on each hand were evidence of aliens. But archaeologists quickly debunked that theory, saying some of the bodies may have been Indigenous Peruvians, mutilated to look extraterrestrial. And a report from Peru's prosecutor's office even declared the specimens were "recently manufactured dolls, which have been covered with a mixture of paper and synthetic glue to simulate the presence of skin."
While some individuals have expressed skepticism about the authenticity of the extraterrestrial remains that were presented, the recent testimony has sparked renewed interest in extraterrestrial beings from both the public and federal governments. NASA recently released a report on Unidentified Anomalous Phenomena (UAP) and announced the appointment of its first director of UAP research. Additionally, former Air Force intelligence officer David Grusch testified in a U.S. congressional hearing that the U.S. government is in possession of non-human “biologics” from UAP crash sites. Two other military veterans also spoke about their encounters with UAP while working in the armed services. One of them, Ryan Graves, testified in front of the Mexican Congress this week, but later expressed disapproval of the proceedings.
So, what's the actual truth behind these latest claims? Only time will tell, but one thing's for sure: the world of UFO research is never dull!
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The Bridge He Never Crossed
The river had always divided the town into two halves. On one side lay the old neighborhoods — narrow streets, familiar faces, small shops where owners still remembered names and stories. On the other side rose the new city — glass buildings, bright lights, offices, opportunities, and futures that promised more than memory. Between them stood a narrow iron bridge. People crossed it every day without thinking. Buses rattled over it. Motorcycles rushed across it. Students walked laughing, lovers paused to take photographs, workers hurried with phones pressed to their ears. Only one man rarely crossed it. His name was Saad. Saad lived his entire life on the old side of town. He taught mathematics at a small school, returned home before sunset, drank tea on his veranda, and spent evenings reading while the world beyond the river glittered in the distance. His life was calm, predictable, and quietly safe. Too safe. Years ago, after finishing university with excellent grades, Saad had received an offer from a large firm in the new city. The salary was generous, the future promising, the path clear. But it required crossing the bridge. Not physically — he had crossed it many times before. But emotionally. It meant leaving familiar streets, aging parents, comfortable routines, and the quiet certainty of knowing where every road led. It meant risking failure, loneliness, and change. So Saad declined. He told himself he valued simplicity. He told others he preferred teaching. He convinced everyone — except himself — that he had chosen wisely. Yet every evening, as the sun dipped behind the glass towers across the river, a strange restlessness stirred inside him. One autumn afternoon, while walking home from school, Saad noticed an old painter standing near the bridge. The man had placed a small wooden stool by the railing and was painting the river with slow, deliberate strokes. His canvas showed neither the old town nor the new city — only the bridge itself, stretching quietly between them. Saad stopped to watch. “You paint only the bridge?” he asked. “Yes,” the painter replied without looking up. “It is the most honest subject here.” “How so?” “Because it belongs to neither side,” the man said. “Yet it connects both.” Saad visited the bridge more often after that. Sometimes the painter was there, sometimes not. When present, he spoke little, but his words lingered. One day, Saad confessed, “I have spent my life avoiding this bridge.” The painter smiled faintly. “Many people live beside their destiny without ever touching it.” Saad frowned. “Is crossing always destiny?” “No,” the painter said. “But refusing to cross is always a decision.” Those words followed Saad home. Memories returned — the ambition he once carried, the excitement he felt when imagining life in the new city, the disappointment he quietly buried when he chose safety instead. Weeks passed. One morning, Saad found a letter waiting on his desk at school. It was from an old university professor. A new training institute across the river was opening. They needed an experienced educator to design curriculum and mentor young teachers. The position was temporary — six months. The pay was modest. The risk, however, was real. Saad folded the letter carefully and placed it in his bag. All day, numbers blurred before his eyes. That evening, he stood at the bridge as traffic rushed past. Lights flickered on across the river, reflections trembling in the water like uncertain thoughts. The painter was there again. “I received an invitation today,” Saad said slowly. “From the other side.” “And?” “I am afraid.” The painter nodded. “Good. Fear means the road matters.” Saad laughed bitterly. “What if I fail?” “Then you return wiser,” the painter said. “But what if you never go?” Saad did not answer. That night, he could not sleep. He imagined two futures. In one, he remained — respected, comfortable, quietly wondering what might have been. In the other, he crossed — uncertain, challenged, but alive with possibility. At dawn, he rose, dressed carefully, and walked toward the bridge. The river whispered below, patient and indifferent. For the first time in years, Saad placed his foot on the iron surface. Halfway across, doubt struck fiercely. He stopped. The old town lay behind him, warm and familiar. The new city waited ahead, bright and unknown. He closed his eyes. And stepped forward. The months that followed were not easy. The institute demanded long hours, new methods, constant learning. Younger colleagues questioned his ideas. Administrators pressured results. Twice, Saad considered quitting. But slowly, something changed. He rediscovered the joy of growth. His lessons improved. His confidence returned. His mind awakened. Students respected him not only for knowledge, but for patience. Teachers sought his guidance. Ideas he had buried for years found voice again. Six months ended. The institute offered him a permanent position. Saad accepted without hesitation. One evening, long after settling into his new life, he returned to the bridge. The painter was gone. In his place, a small unfinished canvas leaned against the railing. It showed a man standing midway across a bridge — paused between worlds — eyes closed, heart steady. On the back, written simply: “Courage is not crossing without fear. Courage is crossing despite it.” Saad smiled. For the first time, the bridge no longer divided his life. It had united it.
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