Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Col. Richard French worked on Project Blue Book back in the 50s-60s, and here, finally he's come to set the record straight. He wasn't investigating UFOs, he was assigned to debunk them. Fascinating stuff, for avid followers of the UFO mystery these are awesome times, as the old codgers from the tops of corporate and military fields are coming forward to clear their consciences.
(Thanks once again to 'Anything UFO' which I've been following lately for my news -
Here he is discussing sighting an underwater UFO, with two aliens working on fixing it, visible in the clear water!
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
I'm really impressed by these photos of a tall alien coming right through a screen door. The photographer took many other pictures, all of which are hard to quite make out, leading me to wonder, presuming it's not a bizarre hoax, which it easily could be, and would explain the odd double exposure look. But I like to keep an open mind, for the sake of science and the person who took the pictures, who would need support were he not hoaxing. If he's not I think the photos are proof that these aliens exist in a corporeal / non-corporeal dimensional frequency, where they can adjust their molecular structure for walking through walls, etc., probably as easily as we can walk through water. Read the full post over on 'Anything UFO.'
And of course the weirdest new tidbit is the one from acclaimed and trustworthy UFO researcher Steven Greer, the man responsible for the essential UFO book (as far as convincing skeptics), DISCLOSURE, with its many high ranking military depositions. So we can't dismiss him as crazy but holy moses, this tiny alien throws a whole new angle on everything. I'm thinking of all those TV sci fi stories (Outer Limits has a memorable one) with aliens who land on Earth threatening take over but then turn out they are more or less the size of preying mantises. "Whew" - but this thing, mythic or real or both, I'm not laughing!
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
The History Channel and its conglomerates (H2, Destination America) are awash in cryptozoology and alien documentaries these days, and science is at last beginning to notice the 'alien stamp on DNA' (here) - and I for one couldn't be more tickled to death about it. However, I have to wonder just how much they are advancing the 'cause' of full disclosure vs. indicating we're still largely a clueless breed of bioengineered livestock, regularly harvested for our chi before we even know we have it, by crafty Archons with magnetic suction nets. What? Have I said too much!?
There is one channel that insults our intelligence by refusing to consider ANY of the mountains of evidence and worthy speculation regarding aliens: the Science channel, which tries to compete with their own brand of alien programming, with scientists speculating on what our visitors will look like when and if they ever drop by. They don't even address the vast history of eyewitness'accounts, and indeed ignore the entire field of UFO studies, to ponder instead what aliens may look like and how it would be impossible for them to travel to our planet over such long distances even at the speed of light.
If you take these Science channel shows at face value, you would think we'd yet to even see a single saucer. Clearly, until a scientist has a real, dead alien to dissect, the entire field of UFO research--which has libraries of convincing evidence for anyone who cares to investigate--is just a lot of hallucinations and misinterpreted swamp gas, EVEN THOUGH the scientists who initially started using the 'swamp gas defense', Alan Hynek, has admitted it was bullshit requested by the CIA and Air Force in order to diffuse mounting panic.
I've written in the past why I partially understand this approach. If you doubt the citizenry would panic over a full-on admission fo the existence of UFOs, just examine the fall-out after the Phoenix lights in 1997, or Roswell, when the media stormed the police and military phone lines and no one could get a call through to save their lives. The CIA saw this and realized enemy agents could completely cripple our defenses just by launching a phony craft, so they told the Air Force to begin the ridicule and swamp gas-labeling. And as often happens with insecure cliques, science eventually started believing its own cover story.
First of all a dead giveaway is when a supposedly up-to-date (on quantum mechanics) scientist starts rambling about how far away the nearest star is, and that it would take whatever million years to travel there. I can't help but think of, say, a Catholic priest in the Middle Ages scoffing at the idea you could sail 'around' a world that is flat--perhaps launching a show that 'clears up' once and for all any foolish notions of circumvention; or a scientist in the 1700s exclaiming that 'flying' from New York City to California inside of a single afternoon will always be utterly impossible since how would you even get a horse and covered wagon into the air?
The things is, scientists didn't USED to be so narrow-minded. Ben Franklin, Jefferson, and the original founders of America all believed in alien visitations. Some of them had close encounters of all the various kinds. When George Washington had a visit from a mysterious glowing Nordic-style 'angel' at Valley Forge he wasn't ridiculed by his buddies. All the ridicule over saucer sightings really began as a defense against panic and security risks in the 1950s.
In some ways conventional science shows its become that which used to persecute it, i.e. provincial in the way it fears that reality and 'common knowledge' might get ahead of it. Therefore, if someone sees a vehicle traveling in the sky at a speed faster than science is ready to prove possible at that point in time, that witness is lying or misinterpreting a star. No one would question a witness seeing an object traveling at the speed of a modern jet today. If you go home to mom and say "I just saw this big jet streaking across the sky!" she wouldn't call you a liar and/or comit you to the sanitarium. But if you said you saw such a thing a mere 100 years ago, it would be quite a different story. Science wasn't yet ready to say such things were possible, so they couldn't be.
For example science has recently discovered the possibility of millions of inhabitable planets in our galaxy alone, but Mr. Scientist, I assure you those planets existed long before you came to this conclusion. And if you think the distances between solar systems is too long to travel may I suggest two things --one, isn't space a vacuum? So why does it count as distance? You could probably collapse it with the right kind of gravitational engineering (and all the evidence of UFOs points to their operating on magnetic-gravitational manipulation) And two, imagine how much farther away those planets would seem if your spaceship was super small! Now gasp to realize that tiny aliens have visited our planet, as recently illuminated by Steven Greer:
Now, reverse it, imagine if your ship was millions of light years in diameter. Imagine not bringing a ship at all, why the need to lug our bodies along? Why not work on just beaming our intelligence out into the stars and then find a suitable host once we reach a suitable planet, and begin evolving the life forms there into hosts for our non corporeal selves? Rather than traversing linear space we should be thinking about traversing dimensions, where size, distance, time, and space all become meaningless concepts.
These basic facts are available to anyone whose 'stepped out' into these dimensions, whether through abduction, spiritual awakening, and/or psychedelics, and that's why one feels so sorry for the Science Channel clinging to its deluded hypotheses about 'what alien life could be like' and wondering why no one watches their show.
They're busy watching Ancient Aliens and UFO Hunters and now Alien Witness and Alien Mysteries, because, simply put, we believe in our own eyes, and in evidence. We trust the farmer who says he saw something in his field vs. the smug skeptic a hundred miles away who dismisses it all as swamp gas, without even checking whether there's a swamp. We open-minded sorts use a simple scientific Occam's razor - which operates on the principle that when faced with a mystery, the most logical and obvious solution is usually the right one. If you consider the size of the galaxy, the age of it relative to our brief span here on earth, the impossibility of us--even now--engineering something as giant and odd as the Great Pyramid, and our vast difference from all other life on this planet--then it begins to make sense that aliens exist and seeded us into being. It is simply logical. It is much, much MUCH more far-fetched to think every other inhabitable planet (and most scientists believe there are some out there, based if for no other reason on the sheer size of space) is deserted except for microbes, or patiently waiting for us to master inter-dimensional electromagnetic propulsion, so it can 'exist' to the mind of scientists before they decide to visit.
I cannot nor do I wish too remove the comforting cloud of folklore from around these things.
Bigfoot Mystery solved post). The most recent episode had a section on a Satanic entity from the coal country of Kentucky, Goatman, who somehow possesses foolhardy local teens and leads them onto a very dangerous train tressle where they often meet their death. Apparently the acoustics of the valley where the trestle runs muffles the sound of approaching trains until they're right on top of you. Or maybe that's just Goatman mojo.
While I'd be the last person to openly dismiss such a claim I'm much more intrigued by the possibility of it being pure myth. Here, at last, in broad daylight, is living folklore fulfilling its highest function, to add mythic resonance to a foolish waste of life. Bored kids stuck in nowhere heartland America do this shit all the time - and often Discovery or History or MTV is there to catch it. When a kid dies for such a dumb reason as climbing a tressle to show off to his friends, the tragedy is such that one naturally wishes to make it less the kid's fault and more supernatural. What's interesting too is that these kids who die on the tressle are drawn there to SEEK the Goatman, so just the legend in and of itself draws kids to their deaths.
This kind of urban myth-making is what every scientist and priest fears, of course, that we will return to this dark ages mindset - blaming unseen entitties for everything from our own crimes to bad harvests, wage cuts, and lost car keys... until, as it always does, this fear of the unknown and unseen spreads to accusing the weirder locals of being witches - and then the noose, and cross, and burning alive, and drowning.
I'm not arguing whether or not he exists. In fact I spent a two-week summer camp stint in Maryland with a group of kids who did nothing but draw goat man pictures all day and shiver in our beds all night with fear he was walking around outside. (this version was a half-goat half-scientist who carried an axe).
ONE LAST THING
I'm always fascinated when someone is abducted by aliens, apparently randomly--being in the wrong place, wrong time --and then the trauma of their ordeal gradually leads to hypnotic regression uncovering a whole history of abduction experiences dating back through childhood. My thesis is that these memories did not exist prior to this 'first' abduction, the random one, but aliens can time travel along the lines of human memory, in effect abducting the subject as he recalls the abduction--simultaneously!
This is only a theory of course, but if you imagine memory as a sound wave, or electromagnetic brain function, then the alien abductions could be an interdimensional radio broadcast that travels in both directions along time lines, examining the evolution of its subject forward and back once initial examination is made. Our researches abduct animals in the wild, do quick examinations, then tag the animal with a tracking device before releasing them back into the wild. From then on they monitor their movements, and perhaps abduct them at a later date. BUT - what if after abducting them we could monitor their movements and rates of growth and change both going forward AND backward? Would, in the days that followed the 'first' abduction, the subject--and even his family and other witnesses--begin to 'remember' abductions stretching back into childhood?
I've 'always' felt that being abducted is kind of like having a Nielsen box - you're representing humanity but who are you? I've never met a Nielsen subject OR an alien abductee, to my knowledge, and yet you represent me! I thank you for your service, and count my blessings.
Friday, March 22, 2013
A Way to Win is to Not Play or is that Losing?
And either way, whatever.
My granny is cruising through her 90s in a warp that sucks me in by number.
All through the long visits I felt death pull me like gravity, like time pulls the meat off a chicken bone, like it pulls the planets along behind it as it sucks and roars along,
like stringed tin cans on a baptism-cum prom-cum wedding-cum-funeral car,
like Flash Gordon gradually fading into youtube
and then all just raw conscious thoughtlessness - a dull roar of white static, in which you may at times think you hear the ocean, or vice versa... all voices that you hear are your own, you realize, in this 2001-Kubrick room of the self, and outside that, the serpent swimming through the blue veins of your aging relations, swimming both towards you and away, towards you and away...
I've been unable to leave the house, no matter where I go. (EK - 2008)
the fish and the net - A story of Pisces writers
The fish bring Jesus a TV sonar device. Jesus,, they say, you are a fishermen and we would have you catch us easier. The apostle fishermen and Jesus head out with the sonar device, following the fish to the middle of the Sea of Galilea. Then right as they’re about to cast their net, a commercial for Lite beer appears on the screen. Hypnotized, the apostles drop the net. They want to try these beers, so Jesus makes them appear and they drink and he bids them cast the net, but then a cigarette commercial comes on. And so on. The fish live happily ever after and Jesus ends up using all his miracles and the apostles become couch potatoes. You know the rest. It’s a metaphor for how the internet interferes with my ability to concentrate on finishing this story.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Corpus Callosum at deviantart. Thanks to sites like deviantart there's more chances than ever to stumble across psychedelic greatness like this.
I'd place his work somewhere between Alex Grey and the ayahuasca day-glo on black background paintings the amazon basin artists, with just a dash of black light poster 70s bad ass-ness. Tune in, tune out, tune back in and enjoy.
Friday, February 8, 2013
What if the reason our trickster alien gods give us apocalypse dates is so they can get us 'living in the moment' and opening our heart chakras, then have the date come and go with no apocalypse, leaving us bewildered and confused, so they swoop in to 'harvest' the chakra energy we were storing, our soul's expansion so our heart could weigh lighter than a feather and we wouldn't get trapped in duality; the Archons lower their vaccum and suck up all our gathered Chi, we then interpret to disappointment, shame, winter doldrums, and so forth. Fuck yeah I believe it, because someone is tainting my precious bodily fluids!
O hindu Kali goddess!!
Is the nature of human sacrifice then to dispel this? To pay off the harvester with a surrogate set of chakras? Take all the chakra energy of these victims, sift the gold and silicon from their blood, but leave me mine.
Like the Thugees we will not spill one drop of your offering's blood. I'm watching an Ancient Aliens rerun as I write this: "without human sacrifice and offering human blood, the Aztecs believed, the universe would die." Sure does sound like the Archons to me!
Aztecs slaughtering 20,000 people to christen a temple-- man that's cold.
With 20,000 disheartened victims the whole temple should be awash in blood, knee-deep pools all around the edifice, but what if all the blood vanished before it hit the floor, and in its place some awesome red shadow of a griffin began to take shape, a half-formed demonic entity willing its extra-dimensional prism of timeless presence into 3-D space-time like corkscrewing a rainbow through a pinpoint, the blood a form of communication, and iron, and even small amounts of gold illuminating the outlines of the monster? I actually envisioned the above drawing as how the Bohemian Grove's child sacrifices might look to wide-eyed initiates for the first time... these galactic leeches slowly appearing inside the blood fountain like some goblin rainbow effect.... how gold figures into it I'm not sure quite yet, but I know there's gold in them our hills.
How much gold may not be as important as what kind of gold, or Silicon, which together with the gold acts as a transmitter, in harmony with other base metals. So having this stuff released at a specified time and place, along with freed electromagnetic soul energy may act as a sort of antenna, the spilling waterfall geysers of blood being a transdimensional TV antennae and the manifesting reptillian monster is the 'image' received.
Archons - feeding on human misery and fear because it releases a little something extra in the blood - the DMT of the dying and other glandular produce that the Archons find irresistible, like crack. So Gnostics work to escape them by transcending duality, by moving their spirit to the forefront and passing the rows of distractions the Archons set up.
Lastly, here is Laura Eisenhower...
Let it go - go with the flow
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
I just found these great photoshop nightmares by Tom Ardans. Check out the rest of them here
If you've ever done a lot of Salvia Divinorum while in a deep meditative trance,... on the WRONG day.. the maybe you draw this being into your orbit, or get drawn into his/hers.
Can it be Lovecraft was just naturally laden with DMT in his brain and/or had bad bouts of schizophrenia but was cool enough to find an outlet in his fiction? And what of this genius Ardans?? I don't know, but I'm an instant fan, and just glad I'm not alone out there in the cosmic void, wherein each new inhale of the purple mist might bring you an angel advisor answering your questions with patient benevolence or one of these giant Medusa slowly revolving like a giant planet below and you pinned helplessly waiting for its squid like maw to revolve below you and inhale you like so much popcorn at the movies.