A brilliant child prodigy whose work was a sort of girly Picasso / Chagall style life-affirming calendar-ready form of figurative neo-cubism, Alexandra Nechita has grown into a hottie, but the question is, has her gift vanished?
I believe prodigies are proof of reincarnation, but as believers know, the 'previous' self tends to disappear slowly under the waves of the new by seven or eight years-old. Has Nechita managed to hold onto her vision? We all, even Picasso, wind up imitating ourselves after awhile. Whatever gracious spirit inhabited our brush, it sooner or later departs, and we hope we've retained enough of its secrets to carry on in whatever limited capacity.
The odd thing is to learn on her website that she is now an art school graduate. What on earth could she teach them, and how did her less successful teachers cope with a prodigy? Imagine a high school teacher trying to instruct Mozart!
I first stumbled on her work at a Soho art gallery on West Broadway, the name of which escapes me.
If you decide to check out her work, maybe you can decide for yourself, what is the mystery of artistic prodigies? Surely there is something more than than just 'a gift' - if anything is proof of the divine, of talents and skills passed on from one life to another, maybe Alexandra is it. Could she be either Chagall or Picasso reincarnated?
I say yes.
I worry even based on this 2008 lithograph, (left) that she is starting to lose that prodigy gift, due in some small part to maturity, the invariably inescapable narrowing of the scope of perception that comes with the loss of childhood, and the no doubt counterproductive 'instruction' of her chosen art school. But I'm maybe wrong, I don't wish her anything but the best yet at the same time I want my theory borne out!
That said, you look over at this thing on the left and while interesting, its coloring scheme and loose curves reminds me too much of a new age self help book cover. Of course she's a working artist and it probably is. Her prints do well and she gets good gigs. Maybe that's the compromise. She's tired of the "petite Picasso" label, but how do you escape that? She needs to go deep. That's my prescription. Get out and go to a rave, go to Burning Man.... you know what I mean.
I've been reading Phillip Corso's book the Day after Roswell, detailing his dissemination of Roswell artifacts into the industrial complex of America through covert channels. Aside from being almost the closest thing to an official government declassification we'll find (uniquely void of photographic or other evidence as it is, with enough elements conveniently obscured in his credentials to cast the doubt that allays panic) for at least a few more decades, it's comforting look at the alien presence as a threat which was more or less neutralized with the implementation of the SDI under Reagan. AND MORE THAN THAT even, presents a very coherent and believable set of rationale for keeping the crashed saucer a secret from the public, because the Russkies had such good spies that all liberal ideas like unilateral disarmament and sharing of scientific secrets were suspect.
1. Military Rivalry: Not only was this recovered material hidden from the public, it was hidden even from other departments in the military and especially the CIA, which would have insisted on sole access. East agency had a few pieces of the puzzle; no one wanted to admit they had any pieces lest they be requisitioned to hand them over. There would have been a mad scramble as to who the pieces belonged to. --whoever had pieces wanted to hold onto them. Some would argue, with covert Russian backing, they belonged to the whole world, but in the wrong hands they could shift the balance of power. Shades of Crystal Skull, where Indy's agenda to reunite the magic skull with its alien body isn't for personal gain but to keep power away from the Russians!
2. Orson Welles' Martian broadcast, which caused a national panic in 1939 (which in 1947 would be the equivalent of 2005 in 2013). and in doing sent a clear message to the government that if a single half hour of fake news (the second hour of the program was a more conventional reading) could do so much damage, the real deal, with news spreading onwards for months and weeks could topple the country - and the Russians would be waiting for just such a topple, even instigating it, in a way. (there's a theory that the RUssians were behind the craft for just such a topple).
3. High-Level Russian Spies in the CIA and Congress: The high levels of secrecy were still in place after successfully kept the development of the atomic bomb a secret from nearly everyone for a number of years, detonated two years prior to Roswell. The Russians' alarming quickness with developing their own A bomb after WW2 signaled that a vast amount of spying could go on at the highest levels of our government. We had the scientists and the money, they had the spies. Turned out spies was all you needed!
Roswell can be understood then as if a new brand of A-bomb had been dropped unexploded onto the desert of Roswell in say 1936; the agency who wound up with the technology could rule the world, so it became imperative to keep it away from the Russians, which meant keeping it from the CIA, and even congress; only an inner elite of corporate and military advisors were in the loop, the few who could be trusted. Within the bowels of the Pentagon there was such paranoia that no one wanted anyone else involved with anything, not one more than necessary, and those who were, never given enough details to form a picture.
Thinking this through it's easy how the American military resolve could be weakened through commie indoctrination on college campuses. Who knows how many Marxist professors in this country are sleeper agents, left here during the cold war to spread the word and steal secrets? Maybe the whole anti-Vietnam peace movement was a result of secret commie attempts to undermine our place as the western democracy's biggest gun in Asia. Maybe I sound paranoid, but where I work is lousy with Marxist media theorists. But hey, know why we beat communism? Freedom of speech! Put that in your media and smoke it, Dr. Roswell! The main difference is, in capitalism at least some people get cool stuff. In Russia everyone lives like the poor do here, all glum and self-righteous and shivering by radiators sputtering heat over moldy floorboards; at least that's what we see in their movies, and our gork-fueled minds.
I just watched your debut episode of your QUESTIONS EVERYTHING, and after also seeing your hosting the DMT documentary (which I contributed to via Kickstarter), I wanted to suggest you apply the one to other, namely the blurry line between the dimensions, which non-corporeal beings can notice as easily as dogs can discern smells and follow trails we can't. Sasquatch can follow these ley lines in and out of our 3-D space/time as easily as we can find and step in and off the bus.
Naturally you have a show so you have to go by the 'book' - but the books hasn't led anywhere on the Bigfoot question in eight hundred years, so maybe you should look a little farther back and/or inwards (there's no difference, which you should know if you've 'been to the mountain' as they say).
Your show even had one unarguable clue, which you never followed up on: the crazy looking Sasquatch-esque child psychologist who was searching in the hot spot woods behind his house with his trail cams and recorders for years to no effect, then one night gave up and left them all behind and went out there with no cameras or recorders, just an open heart and some offerings, and within a half an hour had his encounter.
Naturally as mired in conventional thinking as you are (on this show at least) it wouldn't occur to you that most of our terrestrial ancestors along the alien DNA hybrid lines can read minds and look forward and backwards along time lines of events as easily as we can pick up where we left off in a cheap novel. We've got skills they don't, but that isn't one of them. We have the grey matter for it, but the DNA code that would help us access it has been artificially disconnected at the dawn of our creation, like birds who are DNA-altered to be bred with clipped wings.
You also could have traced this all back to the Pacific Northwest Native American tribes, who consider these being ancient power animals, naguals, spirit beings, ancient ones; in Greek mythology they were called titans, in other sources cyclops, giants; in the bible Nephilim (and Goliath was probably one). In Celtic myth, the Green Man; in Buddhism, the Yeti. Maybe not all of them were able to traverse in and out of our physical plane the way the current crop do, but they've been evolving for far longer than we have.
The lack of evidence of skeletons is a tell-tale sign that they don't often die in this plane, or maybe ever in the way we understand it. Squatches don't give birth so much as split off from each other like plant cuttings; so they're also rooted in with the Green Man archetype as well as Eve being pulled from Adam's rib.
Such beings would be able to, like the aliens, like demons, like all other paranormal entities, be able to move in and around our linear time, to wink in and out of not just our material plane, but our vision, our time frame, our frequencies of perception. You can't call them ghosts, but they work on the same frequency, they are ghosts in the sense of how UHF signals in the days before cable would 'ghost' with double images, and leaks over from other channels. When we see a 'squatch we're really seeing just a more fleshed-out interactive version of a ghost, a footprint rather than the foot, an echo across time, as real and maybe even more so than we are, for they understand they are an echo, and we think we're solid. We place all our faith in an illusion: that time, space, and matter are 'permanent' in some way, and that our tiny little life span is all there is. Fatally as well, we mistake our aptitude with technology and culture as being superior to their hairy monosyllabic lifestyle.
"God" was displeased with what he had created, so he destroyed it all, saving a few choice bits in an Ark packed with the few 'new generation' already around. We, the second batch, had our 'junk DNA' disconnected at the dawn of our creation; our maker didn't want us escaping into other realities like the first batch were able to. Those who had learned to escape did so with the flood, some survived because they were high in the mountains to start with. The modern equivalent would be if a huge flood wiped all of humanity out except for the Tibetans up in the Himalayas and whatever kind of Ozark mountain hill people managed to climb a tree in time -- future generations of even smaller humanoids would call these survivors the abominable snowman and the skunk ape, or whatever. They would be rather slow and small compared to us, and we'd wisely avoid detection by them, knowing if we were discovered we'd be killed, tortured in the name of science, either by them or by 'Him' who wanted us gone.
In other words, Bigfoot is our un-psionically circumcised relative. Most were wiped out in the great floods of Sumerian legend; those who lived high in the mountains -- Everest, Ranier, etc.--survived, because the water line of the great floods never reached them. These survivors knew their creators, the Anunaki, had launched the flood, to sift the sandbox clean, as it were, so an easier to manage breed could take play -- one smaller, less hairy, less smelly, and above all, less able to access the higher cortices of the brain, unable to do the things the creators could do which carried over to their first generation, the half-and-half mixture of ape and god, if you will.
As for these ancient ones, the titans, the Paul Bunyans and the Goliaths and the Harry and the Hendersons... some of them spawned down in the swamps, like the Alan Moore version of Swamp Thing. Are psychedelic mushrooms and mold their greeting card message to us, their attempt to lead us over the barbed wire fences of our tampered DNA and into the 'good stuff'?
That's what my inner guru spirit animal told me during one of my deep shamanic meditations Q and A's. It wanted me to write this down and post it, so the information is out there, even if no one believes it or reads it, at least it's available.
As incomplete as this answer may be, it still makes more logical sense than either the mere hoax or genuine anthropoid presence hypotheses. My inner power animal is also somewhat of a trickster but tends to save its pranks for situations that will embarrass me around women -- it loves to laugh as I make a fool of myself! -- but this kind of info can never be verified, at least while science keeps it's head in the sand as far as the legitimacy of out-of-body astral travel. Still, it makes more sense than the linear 3-D space time mammal explanation, which can't account for the lack of droppings, bones, scarcity of photos, etc. It also explains the presence of UFOs near bigfoot hot spots. They're always trying to nab these clowns, these hold-outs from the period immediately preceding the dawn of Adam. Some 'good' aliens probably help them on the sly, or some might be turned against the rest, covert spy Bigfoot!
It would be a mistake to presume this is nonsense just because we can't perceive any of it in our modern science or with our 'sober' senses. If you bring a trained hunting dog into the woods you don't presume it's crazy for following a smell trail you can't smell, or accuse an expert tracker of devilty for noticing tracks you can't see. But you don't give a Bigfoot spirit credit for spotting trail cams -- to them your footprints and smell are obvious and your little gadgets offend their eye, like a toddler presuming you won't guess who drew on your wall since you can't prove it was them. They don't fall for your traps any more than you would fall for a third grader trying to talk you into buying him beer. But since they're hairy and ape-like we assume they're less intelligent than us. Sure they sometimes scare us away and go rummaging around and throwing rocks, but so do the IRA, or the Palestinians, or any other disenfranchised group being encroached on.
When Patterson got his footage it was suspect enough, due to his shady status, that they knew it might not be believed, but on the other hand he was desperate, and praying hard for an appearance, because otherwise he would be ruined financially, so the forest granted him his footage. If you look at that bigfoot in that film it seems to be saying, 'Okay? Did you get your sip of beer, kid? Jesus, now stop crying!'
After all, they don't want us to stop looking for them... when we're able to make a lasting contact with them we'll be ready for the next evolutionary step; they want us to use the experience of looking to find the truth, not a dead Bigfoot carcass to dump on the front hood of science's pickup truck to confirm we're number one fuck yeah etc. Look what JAWS did for sharks? Nearly wiped them out. Bigfoot hunters would pack the woods with shotguns and guitars if it ever became 'official.'
You had another clue in the guy who talked about the squatch's ability to create antagonistic sound waves that create deep panic and even nausea, their putrid smell, etc. --both are also associated with spirit activity, perhaps a fakir kind of remote hypnosis... but you never thought to use EMF detectors like these beings were ghosts who could materialize or dematerialize at will. Such beings would never leave scat, or even eat, or sleep, or die, or be born, at least not in the way you understand it. Their forefathers who were unable to move into the spirit plane were killed back in the days of the ancient man, one slain by David, another by Odysseus, the majority sent to the spirit realm by that old devil Zeus, that Dr. Mengele of the pre-prehistoric community, Lord Enki.
Sure I sound crazy - but doesn't the idea that a living 3-D 500 pound being who can nimbly prance through the forest, being attached to our permanence matrix existing without any concrete physical evidence for thousands of years measure up as crazier? Again, presuming you've done the DMT, you should know. If you haven't, why were you hosting that documentary? (PS - I haven't done it. I got there through my own amalgam of holistic methods).
Our linear-time humanity is but a single radio station on a vast and endless FM dial, that dial just one of countless other bands of frequency, more than planets in the universe, which themselves connect to these ancient bands. Us looking at Mars and saying there's no city there is like a bored cable TV flipper bemoaning no HBO shows are showing up on his local cable; he could find them all by paying for premium cable, 2,000 other cable choices are available with a little bravery.
Again, you should have caught that in the DMT-verse, the unified field --it's like a giant deflated beach ball, where all spots in space and time exist in the same here and now simultaneously, then you take that ball and inflate it but near a black hole so the image of it deflated exists with the inflated overlaid, each movement creates a million potentialities.
We can see any of it if we know how to change the channel.
Bigfoot is like a ghost image, but image here means sound, footprints, smell too, broken trees, everything a 'real' 3-D ape would be; we're talking a different kind of projection, you can imagine it maybe as the nuclear scientist who uses those rubber gloves that reach into a radio-active box; the bigfoot footprint, the roars, the ghostly EVPs are like those rubber gloves. This 'image' occasionally leaks over from its radio station to ours via bad weather or fevers or drugs or trances -- but they can't be fit into our paradigm; they are our future/past angel selves giving us the carrot to 'keep looking' - keep trying to find these mystery stations. Science is nice and all, but it's merely the rules of one board game in a limitless shelf of games. We need to realize that Trivial Pursuit doesn't have the same rules as Monopoly. That doesn't mean Trivial Pursuit is unplayable - just a different set of rules. Science takes Trivial Pursuit out of the box, sees there's no Park Place or hotels to buy, and deems it unplayable. The instructions to all the game are printed in hieroglyphs on the back of each of our brain box lids - DMT sharpens our vision so we can read them. so READ THEM, Joe, read them!
Sorry for the huge onslaught of metaphors... Keep up the good work! I look forward to more eps.
PS Postscript - Just saw your aliens thing... oh Joe, don't you understand you're not the first one who ever said 'show me the saucer, the alien' or I don't believe you? You're like the Habeas corpus of the paranormal, letting any murderer go free no matter who sees them do it since no one can find where they buried the body.
When we can't move, lying in bed, can't lift our head or move or arms or speak to scream, and we sense some malevolent presence in the room, just out of sight, looming over us, that's sleep paralysis. Shrinks note that i's a naturally occurring symptom of deep REM sleep, our body is temporarily paralyzed to stop us from acting out in our dreams, or whatever, so we're conscious, 'awake' before our nervous system kicks back in. The reverse being sleep walking....
BUT that doesn't explain the creepy monster/s looming over us. It doesn't seem to make 100% sense either; and when two people dream the same sight in the same room (one waking up to see the monster looming over their partner who is having the dream at that exact same moment) or receiving wounds from the creature (demonic scratches, alien punctures, or other), then the psychological underpinnings of the phenomenon fall short. Like with so much science, they can make a guess how it occurs but never a why.... why this apparition in the room? Is it 'the very painting of our fear'? Or something truly external?
You can dismiss these as hallucinations, waking nightmares. I won't argue with that. But you know what else are hallucinations and waking nightmares?
All that we see, hear, and touch is a nervous system illusion, a translation: matter is perceived erroneously as solid (its energy) and permanent (its always in the process of disintegrating), faces are perceived as unchanging from breath to breath (they're constantly shedding skin cells and absorbing passing dirt), linear time and 3-D space are perceived as a constant.
This is all 'shared hallucination' or collective consciousness, distinctive to humans of our current era, the way our senses process stimuli (vs. say, a dog or insect's) and the way we've been trained to process, identify, and order the information we decode from the stimuli. If we look at all these pictures of sleep paralysis demons, from different artists, different centuries, how can we dismiss them as less real than normal waking perceptions?
For example: A man looks at a picture of the ocean, which is just pixels of color on a flat surface, and sees the ocean. If he's really really tired or possessed of vivid imagination he might even begin to smell salt air or hear a distant rush of waves. A dog looking at the same photo wouldn't see anything of interest: wood pulp and chemicals he cannot eat. BUT we walk our dog past a tree on the sidewalk and we just perceive the tree and maybe stale dog urine if there's no wind that day. Our dog 'sees' the dogs who have been there from their urine scents the way we see the ocean in the picture. Dogs' urine is like a bulletin board message: who's in heat? who's marking territory? who's new in town? Are these dogs hallucinating just because we can't discern these things?
Scientists tend to forget the way our sensorially-decoded paradigm is limited to human perception of self. Their myopia makes them paranoid, like fundamentalist Christians seeing heretics in the cobwebs of their attics. If a Christian has sleep paralysis, the hag would be perceived as Satan; if they had being reading David Icke, the hag would be a reptilian alien; a gnostic scholar, an archon; a UFO scholar, a flock of greys come for an abduction.
The thing is, though, most humans agree the stimuli we all perceive differently (according to our nature in this world) are 'the same' in each case. Dismissing this phenomena as 'mere hallucination' conjured from the semi asleep state by our panic over being unable to move (i.e. in dreams your fear of monsters creates them) is the easy way to get around the uncanny fear it generates.
I think that's all true. There IS a rational psychological interpretation as valid as any esoteric one.
BUT it doesn't explain anything, neither from a mythic / collective unconscious standpoint, or a physical, mental, or supernatural one, which in this case I mean as a reinterpretation of the supernatural as human experience that involves a sudden surge of DMT or third eye awakening. In other words, science can describe how DNA might unpack a seed so that it becomes a tree through photosynthesis, soil and water, but it can't explain why, or where it all comes from to begin with. They have no idea which came first, the chicken or the egg, or why they bothered to come at all. They don't know why sleep paralysis occurs in the way it does, only how it occurs. Why do we sense this evil presence in the room? We usually sense the presence before we realize we can't move, so which came first? Does the demon wait for the right situation to pounce? It seems very inadequate to dismiss these apparitions as half-awake nightmares. We still don't quite know how third eye dreams / imaginings work. We can analyze the cones and rods of the eye, the pupil, the optical fluids, but what we sense in nightmares has no correlation to anything we can measure.
One of the common names for the being who comes for you in sleep paralysis is called the 'old hag' and 'old hag syndrome'
I've felt in the past that these beings are aliens from alternate dimensions testing our individual frequencies to see if we're suitable harvesting candidates, i.e. when we sleep our psychic energy might be up for grabs, the equivalent of sneaking into a house and borrowing the remote control batteries while the inhabitants sleep, replacing them in the morning. The inhabitants turn on the TV and wonder why their remote is so sluggish....
If you're an easy mark they may abduct you wholesale, either physically or psionically, where no UFO over your house is needed, they steal your astral body and return it by dawn, ideally. But there is no clear line between the astral and physical body according to my theory, therefore the physical being might be moved as well, particularly if, say, the astral body is wedged into the physical form (i.e. the batteries are rusted into the remote so there's no choice but to steal the whole thing).
I think if you can fight them off successfully, wake up from the sleep paralysis through sheer act of will, then they move on -- you're not worth it. You're the fish that got away.
Another theory is that they are homunculus time travelers from a possible earth's future wherein gravity has made us squat and a little transparent. I got the feeling from that demon that stayed in my room for what seemed like a full minute after I woke up (see link in 3rd paragraph) was from some other place on our planet, but perhaps was traveling from the distant future through new channels, and that reptilian creatures from Planet X or whatever had taken over the earth and were rummaging through the dustbin soul energy of our past with the same ease as we might go fishing.
And maybe also they are leftovers from the past. What are time travelers if not ghosts? From the past they loom up, still dealing from the bottom of the old wounds deck, still clanging their spurs in Jacob Marleyian vengeance, their aetheric tendrils reaching deep into the future to spook later generations, the living equivalent - or dead -- of historical memoirs, or old time cinematic images and photos. The spirit world conjured by the Rosicrucian mystics was left masterless when the Jesuits slaughtered them; the dark shadow demons conjured and then never sent back have been surly and hacking their way through underbrush of Protestantism to find the worthy Catholics and reincarnations of Catholics to torture in kind, for they are not grateful to be without the humans who understand them, and modern society still sneers and ostracizes--the civilized man's lame burning at the stake--anyone who sees or hears them. Even the peasants and uneducated who wouldn't be unseated by a radical new paradigm, dutifully throw their rocks of scorn, in an unconscious effort to please their conservative masters! The uneducated shun the educated man who won't talk down to them, the man who won't take advantage of their ignorance to rob them in clouds of sanctified incense or finger-pointing. Throwing rocks at a problem is easier than 'hearing' it out like open-minded beings insist is right. This means that so much of the God's work has to be hidden from 'the faithful' for whom no miracle not centuries old can occur, lest the vessel be burnt at the stake.
Alps: They are rarely described, since they work in the dark and can shape-shift, but they are invariably said to wear a hat. An Alp is typically male, its prey usually a sleeping female. Alp attacks are called Alpdrücke, or Alpdrücken. The creature sits astride the sleeper’s chest and becomes increasingly heavy, until the crushing weight awakens the terrified victim. An Alp will drink blood from the nipples of men and children, but prefers the milk of women. If you say to an Alp that is pressing upon you, "Come tomorrow, and I will lend you something!" he will immediately vanish and come the next day in the form of a human wishing to borrow something. They can also be repelled with horse heads. The word, in High German, is etymologically related to Elf. The entity itself is known by many names: Crusher, Drude, Hag, Mara, Mare, Mart, Mallt y Nos, Night-Fiend, Night-Elve, Night Hag, Night-Mare, Polunocnica, Trud, Waalridder, etc.
Mare, Mahrt, Märt, Martes: The female Alp, who rides on sleeping men at night, pressing against them until they can no longer breath. The mare in the English word ‘nightmare’ is mara, the Anglo-Saxon term for that female preternatural entity that sits on sleepers' chests. (A bad dream is called a martröð in Icelandic, mareridt in Danish and mareritt in Norwegian.) In Poland, the sleep-disturbing märt is a girl with a misshapen foot. Martes is a type of French fee, dark complexioned and hairy, with pendulous breasts. The approaching being sounds like the gnawing of a mouse or the quiet creeping of a cat. The mårt can be captured by grasping it with an inherited glove or by closing up all of the room's openings as soon as the sleeping person begins to groan. A mårt-ride can be prevented by crossing one's arms and legs before falling asleep. See Murraue.
Murraue: Similar to the Alp or Mare, but she creeps up a sleeping person's body from below. First you feel her weight on your feet, next on your stomach, and finally on your chest, until you cannot move a muscle. However, if you think that you know who she is, call her by name and she will vanish. In certain parts of Germany, a person born on Sunday, whose eyebrows grow together, is called a murraue.
Polunocnica: The Russian “Lady of Midnight” is a fierce Hag who lives in a swamp and torments sleeping children with nightmares. (She is the sister of the Poludnitsa.)
Trud: Another name for Alp. The female form is trude. There are witches who can send one to those they hate merely their thoughts. He comes out of their eyebrows, looks like a small white butterfly, and sits on the breast of a sleeping person. If you say to one that is pressing upon you, "Trud, come tomorrow, and I will lend you something!" then he will immediately retreat and come the next day in the form of a human, in order to borrow something.
Waalridder: A name by which the nightmare-causing Alp is known in the Netherlands.
When Nazi rocket scientist-cum-NASA director Werner Von Braun meets Walt Disney, we get a 33 degree Freemasonic / Nazi collaboration that even without the bizarre moments of the below film, is enough to blow your mind. I've heard that these cartoon characters travel to the dark side of the moon and see a rectangular ruin of an ancient moon base, but none of the astronauts, nor Von Braun, nor the narrator comment on it. They use flares to illuminate as they pass over the dark side, and a high level of radiation at the 33 degree line prompts a quick flare on what looks like a base carved into the surface dust (the radar spells out "an unusual formation"). and looks like an outline of the Kubrickian monolith.
BUT as they look down in awe, nothing else is said and the scene fades to black without another word.
Gott in Himmel! They predict (or already know) there is a base there, and that once evidence of past civilizations are found on the surface, the whole affair will become totally secret. For now they can show but not tell. Soon as it's visited, not even that. Words fail us and disclosure is beyond us, as remote a chance as Von Braun and Disney being already on Mars by 1957 (their next film).