What if Mars & Venus simply lack one element: life energy. Inhabitants as a receptive current to communicate with The Infinite source that holds its compounds together.
Where do we…humans whose breath is in our nostrils (who would rather enslave, kill, destroy & dominate) get off saying no life-forms have been detectable or can possibly exist on Mars or Venus in our perspective? We judge life by how our form based mindset interprets an image…here by this centuries old light. Most people’s eyesight hasn’t even caught up…because we as human species (altho we are classified as the most evolved species) are still in our inchoate state. What if life is there but human minds can’t see it? Maybe Martians have completely evolved to the INNER Infinite form, beyond needing organic matter to create a sustainable image of life. If we are spiritually and physically to evolve in order to prevent stagnation then we should evolve beyond this image of organic form which means total disembodied of these human limitations or disequilibrium…which is necessary to CREATE. That doesn’t mean for all of us to die. It means to release ego from the 3 deadly desires.

It is highly likely that Martians DO cluster in cities, they are simply undetectable by our eyesight in its infancy. The human eye has an entire perspective chart & we only use a 10th of its capabilities so its blindness to say that an alternate life form can’t coexists here NOW along side of us…simply cuz the astronauts in an Earthly engineered space capsule can’t calculate the space around what isn’t seen. NASA has only just now reached neighboring planets within our orbit in this solar system ring. They’ve not even reached the other side of the sun. There might be an entire alternate Earth over there on the dark side where we can’t see. What if Mars is waiting for us as our Divinely enlightened true selves to overcome human pettiness and reach outer worlds to ignite their existence. Perhaps stepping out side of that box & calculating from the opposite mindset would hyperspace us beyond the problems this world is STUCK in. Toddlers we are competing & fighting on every playground over stupid shit.
The alternate reality explained as de ja vue. W/ every choice we each choose a path to go this way or that. The other choice, the road not taken is still there as reality, we just didn’t take that road so we missed those experiences. Life branches off thusly and so de ja vue is an extraterrestrial bending of that alternate reality of the road not taken & we see it through refraction like objects in rear view mirrors. The old world is still here simultaneously along side and underneath our existing one. The frontier roads of yesterday are still here we just paved over them. The old cities of Rome are still here its just obsolete. Technologies evolve faster than humans which is sad and at times the useful tools become out dated & we don’t need the old world but its still here.
Things must come apart for evolution to happen. Movement & constant flux is required to sustain life & a totally fixed planet in equilibrium looks either like Mars or Venus. A world of equilibrium equals no source of flow or flux of energy no rain no waves no tides no chemical reactions no movement. So allowing a little disequilibrium will recreate the lost mountains, earth geological, eco structures, etc. GAIA must shift to create more oxygen & if more people do multiply then perhaps she is shifting through her elemental sources to create more land with earthquakes & more breathable air to hold these massive numbers of people. Its impossible to remove life from the Earth scene without altering the physical environment & that Earth will sustain a nuclear missile as long as our Ozone Layer can withstand the climate changes. Its the people in both sides of the countries who will pay the price. The scientific argument, which I took from James LoveLocks’s Gaia book currently on the shelf @ B&N, is pretty convincing. If warring countries find that out they’ll just let the bombs go without thinking.
Linking concepts of alternate realities, different possibilities to end global wars, movement of eco structures, and studying Mars and Venus climates for clues, I combined all of these theories within a fictional novel illustration, to crack the genetic DNA within 3 strands of supernatural realms: Divine Human, the natural world and the spiritual world.  (NASA already found the patch ingredients of the Ozone Layer to repair it, so that much is on their website) I also created a theory that using the earth shattering effects of war can push NASA technology into finding the alternate reality because the vibrations of the upheaval, (bombs, earthquakes, etc.)  will loosen its location. As well as the locations of the Deus Divine Human lineage who have been residing among us since the Titan war. The Deus powers: Gaia, Earth Mother;  Neptune, Lord of Aquatic life and Jupiter, D’jesu Paternii, Lord of Skies plan to recruit a group of people BEFORE the wars boil over to lead the efforts for a task: go find the alternate reality & within it are the replacements and the healing elements to replenish Gaia. SO a buried Deus line of Titans exist in a parallel reality. The way they defend Gaia’s children is with the natural elements: Earth Air Fire and Water, light & darkness as well. By using: these six source powers of earthquake, tsunami, wildfire, hurricane, sinkholes etc. The Divine lineage uses war to illuminate the alternate world but also uses these elements to keep greedy men from seeing into the location. As above so below and on Earth as it is in Heaven carries weight as well because men cannot destroy this world as long as The Heavens reflect the evidence of this worlds existence. So the alternate reality acts as a mirror or a pattern of how to re create the existent world.

its like bringing the gods to earth for a peek into how they do things. The warring man will never access any level beyond hell. Without us in our loving enlightened states, life is NOT a current of life energy so the alternate reality awakening also illuminates the true flow of life within ourselves…thereby eliminating hellish concepts for all of mankind.

Some say losing control is nothing more than letting go of the ‘everything’ that makes the mirage seem real. A transcendent divine cause of the bloodiest sort, gushing veins deeply dug, staining the doorway of the crossover with an un-shy-able undeniable real thing. Not a cookie salesman sort of cause but the kind to spend all I have to avoid falling beneath. Avoiding a life of wrong choices only to have a life altering thrust upon me as… the crucible heat of freedom lapping at my feet, Singeing what’s left of the promise from The Grace of Grace who honors the freedom. And what of the treasures I think I’ve lost? When my life spills over to the ground… free air sweeping gusts of poured out liberation, kneeling before a change that will forever echo. Oh say it is not so that life is feebly fleeting and those that hunger believing Lies become a feeding frenzy, tasteless fears spoon-fed to go down easy.
His reply stings my eyes. All consuming flows of passion held for me against foes reaching. The Ruiner lurked in the shadows snidely eying a life yet to plunder. I felt his boney fingers claw my shoulders. His heat burns and turns yellow in the same flames that char a martyred label upon a poor soul who takes the brunt of the whole wicked game.

I thought I heard you tell me my list of things to be. Why did I listen to him try to sell me into a false promise like a penitentiary bargain?
All I wanted to feel were the hands that steady me reach down, to hold my hand securely. What makes him speak to me like I’ve never tasted the truth? Like I’d ignore my true love so I can be forced to endure those accursed words all in the same breathe and… How did he get passed the gate so heavily guarded?

His well-laid plans wait for a loophole. Rest assured… for that light I see in you…I would encounter all false faces of whatever everything is dear to you. If it must be then make a deliberate decision to stay enclosed. Keep…looking above, to gain some light from those eyes that I love. Stay captured by The ONE who loves more definite. I heard His voice in my inchoate form and I knew those eyes from before I was born. Everything was different before I woke up to this purpose, disconnected miles away from those life-giving eyes that always bring peace to me. Hurled into a force that begs me to surrender to this… realm of chaotic change where that which owns you chokes the life out of you. Obsession, depression, motives, intentions, hypnotic amniotic and addictions; are the ‘everything’ that’s worth the pain you feel. None has ever been true and yet this is freedom to you. Nonetheless, I fall to His purpose not mine and your soul is far more valuable and divine is the choice to remain pulled away and wrapped up in the same set of eyes I can’t erase. Because; He is everything to me.”

I am abashedly ashamed for every word is true. His pain isn’t leaving his life in his world far away. His is the torment of delivering our frailty from the many blunders we capture by believing and running our lives off of appetites that change faster than seasons. All of a sudden his pain seems more. His life blood, which is immortal but costly, is forever spent, constantly untangling briars, fighting liars, slaying dragons and villains. We forever refuse to acknowledge the One who sent him. While we, whose breath is in our nostrils, who command him like fat young kings, way over here farthest removed from the frontlines, judging from an easy chair like brats waiting for someone else to bleed for our life to have anything worth meaning. His sacrifice is worth me getting off my duff to attend this life with as much passion as he spends guarding so valiantly…for me. By the light in his eyes, I promise to make him proud. I want to make them twinkle, for a deed done for some other purpose than myself, for one blood drop spent from my veins for a cause that affects more than me, and to see his tears spill for a valiant change I make, that echoes through the sands of time. My lineage can hear me even now as I sit plotting what I could do, pondering how to move a mountain, not seeing that He lifted it on his shoulders before I even had the thought and that… Oh! That is what I want to be. A stone lifter, mountain shifter, angel visitor, through the ages whispered name of someone beyond human reach, never too proud to teach, never too humble, bereft of pride, fearlessly tried, drenched in fullness of life from where I sit, to where I forever lie, trailing the paths I walked with light and laughter spilled from the mountaintops, that this life was brought by His Honor, graced with perfection from Heavens collection and He relaxes for an age while watching me turn the page…this is what he meant when he said every drop he spent would be worth it if he could see me…walk freed, graced with vision, being all I was meant to be, not falling to the failing image that the trap held instead for me.

All my life I’ve been trapped in this attic, for an age and a half it seems, like a golden haired stuck in a tower unwanted, never knowing I had such a princely phantom who may take me under that willow. He delivers me from sulking with a smile and soothes me the way I knew he would once his eyes looked into my heart. He holds me reclined against a tree fluffed with linens, away from the ghastly drizzle. He opens a long scroll of notes written from favorite choruses strummed by Veiled Spirits beneath the curtain. I listen to his stories from adventures in the heavens where my safety is won countless times. His empathic answers always vivid: “My Love. The fantastical elements paint hidden instructions of what was meant to be, reminding what steps were missed, which things now possessed are too precious to turn away from, and which storms actually reshape the future. Sweet sins taste bitter in spat back out recoil. Surrender not to yesterdays when youth and passion filled to the breaking point of reason. Don’t sink to the pressures of this world. Immortal frailty gifted to sense foes, not to gather woe. Emotions are a gift of mortality. Dreams are the medium to undo ‘tricksy’ futures here and now.
I think he does it on purpose. Pillowed by his arms coming closer to still my fright. Making my eyes so heavy I relent to his amenable suggestion of slipping into the land of golden silence beyond my chosen course where Rainbow painted hosts draped in silver threads sewn from the tender leaves become maps to other worlds. No matter what fate I step into, all fades the moment I enter here.

by Edmund Vance Cooke

Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?

You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what’s that?
Come up with a smiling face.
It’s nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there — that’s disgrace.
The harder you’re thrown, why the higher you bounce;
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn’t the fact that you’re licked that counts,
It’s how did you fight — and why?

And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he’s slow or spry,
It isn’t the fact that you’re dead that counts,
But only how did you die?