Chariots of the Gods is thought by most to be a discredited, pseudoscientific icon of peak-Hippiedom kitsch. The Illumined among us know it to be a backdoor communiqué from currently-veiled Celestial Powers.
Drones, Scouts, Spies, Probes, call 'em what you will … these skittish bigfoots of our Earthen skies form the first wave, the vanguard, the tip-o'-the-spear for the incoming Intergalactic Armada of Universal Peace.
ESP Aptitude Ratings (ESPAR) are weighted highly in the calculus used by our Elder Brethren to pick Earthlings to bless with audiences on the Mothership.
"I want to believe" is the supplicatory mantra ever on the lips of the enlightened few working to coax the Hidden Ones into manifesting a global tsunami of cosmic love.
Jellification of human brain-tissue is the gateway to the collective neurological fusion needed to achieve Overmind and extend a monolithic, earthly invitation to cosmic, nonhuman occupiers.
Kaleidoscopic dreams carry embedded, compressed messages from the Outer Void purposed as a propaedeutic tutoring an elite squad prepping the world to receive First Contact.
Messages from space are, even now, being beamed into the cortexes of select Earthlings chosen to be the first-wave of Cosmic Ambassadors. We are but conduits for superior Offworld Intelligences.
Noospheric interconnectedness forms the rarified plane in which we, the Evoluted Enlightened, network for the betterment of all mankind. Our interlinked efforts, coordinated and nurtured by the remote ministrations our Celestial Brethren, rain beneficence and embiggenment upon the Earth's recalcitrant.