"Your eyes can deceive you, don't trust them." - Obi Wan Kenobi
Some folks may groan, but I consider myself a true skeptic. By true I mean I don't 100% believe nor disbelieve anything. Sometimes we need fakes to help us process the real. The title is a quote from Whitley Streiber when looking at the controversial "Victor" footage.
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And I hear that advanced atomic physicists are beginning to make the same connections between the smallest human emotion and the vastest star - the butterfly effect reaching from planets and moons to our moods and whims like master puppeteers. Will science catch up to astrology within my lifetime?
But I've been friends with a few super intelligent paranoiacs and narcissists in AA, charmers for whom crazed ghostly stalkers are quite real, based on personal 'experience' though many such phenomena have vanished simply by adjusting their meds and I love to listen to their crazy tales of strangers stalking them through SPAM e-mail codes, or breaking into their houses just to move a few boxes from one end of their closet to the other. Because... in the end... who knows? Maybe they're right.
They can be very convincing, these paranoiacs, and listening to them my blood gets cold, like it used to when at summer camp in Maryland hearing tales of the Goat Man around the fire.
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then make is a bane to the existence of legitimate researchers in fields like ghosts, UFOs, demonology, and occult conspiracy. And yet their real crime is only in getting caught in their lie, and even then only if they fleeced some suckers out of money, or if anyone believed them in the first place to the point their buzz was killed by the news of the fakery.
Maybe I'm lucky in that I don't believe anything I see --if my years as a psychedelic warrior have taught me anything, it's not to trust my own senses, at least not 100%, Descartes clearly never dropped acid. Therefore just because I see it doesn't make it real; just because I don't doesn't make it false.
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Take for example the high strangeness told by the amazing David Icke. I love this guy, but his latest book is so crazy I had to quickly shelf it and wait for a time when my mind was more stable. The deeper into the rabbit hole he goes, the crazier he sounds, but it's the kind of crazy that makes my head vibrate in uncomfortable ways, the imprisoning frequencies of Saturn punishing me with a remote controlled dog collar zap to make me put the book down, or just putting it down the way I might walk to the other side of the street to avoid a maniac shouting about lizard people stealing our souls. As a Pisces, I can believe he's right AND he's crazy at the same time, and vice versa.
It's because I understand how myths help cement our dreams and imagination to reality - they are the phantom missing link wherein the unknown elements of external reality link up with our unconscious. In other words, dreams aren't less 'valid' than 3-D waking life reality. We ignore the portents all around us at our own peril. To the left and the right of the '3-D space time' radio station we stay stuck on waits great, crazy frequencies, full of light and angels in one direction, darkness and demons in the other. But are those dimensions real if we don't turn the dial? How do we know?
We know the appearance of solid matter is itself an illusion. If we moved the dial so that we saw even ancient rock as vibrating energy, wouldn't that in fact be 'truer'?
BUT --if everything supernatural and paranoid should--hypothetically--turn out to be false, then hoaxers (and mis-identifiers) are the true saviors of our temporal realm. For without urban legends, high strangeness and unexplainable monsters in the woods, basements, and lakes, the world, it would be a much more boring place.
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For example: I believe Bigfoot is some kind of actual being, but not fixed to time and space as we understand it. So I don't think we will ever find the bones of a bigfoot in the swamps because if they could die, they'd have died already.
I believe our government did the right thing burying the Roswell event in 1947. We'd just been in a war. We needed the rest. We still do. I believe they haven't really hid anything from us, just cloaked it in enough disinformation and doubt that those who want to believe it was a balloon can go back to sleep, and those who want to seek the truth can find it, more or less.
It's like if your five years-old and always pestering mom: where babies come from, or rather, if I came from mommy how come I have daddy's eyes and hair? That was my question since I had dark hair like my dad and my mom was blonde. My mom fielded the questions the best she could while I bounced on their bed and she got ready for whatever Mad Men-era bridge party. She never lied, never talked about a stork, but just fed me tiny pieces of nonsexual info, and let my curiosity and kids in school fill in the blanks. When another kid told me the gross mechanics involved, of course, the biology was wrong, but it was the general idea, but it was so horrifying to imagine (that's where you pee out of!!) we could accuse kids of lying, or getting the facts wrong.... until gradually we accepted it with our changing hormones.
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sbut I found out now"
Now, apply the "where do babies come from?" deniability to American's empiricist question "are we alone?"
Okay, so one day the parents thought the kid was still in kindergarten but he sneaks out and comes home and finds his parents stark naked fucking in the living room, going at it hot and heavy. Busted! The parents don't say "well now you know, now you figured out the secret of why you have your fathers' eyes, welcome to adulthood son." No, they quickly yell at you to wait outside, run upstairs, get dressed, come down telling you to forget what you saw. You need to find out about this stuff in pieces, some kid with a dogeared Playboy here, confusing scuttlebut on the playground there, finally a fifth grade health class.
In other words your parents probably don't want to keep you in the dark about sex, but they don't want to be the ones to tell you, at least not until later. And that is correct of them. They are your authority, your arbiter of the real. Until they confirm or deny what you heard in school, you can relax in the idea the kids MIGHT be wrong; you can only imagine or puzzle out the mystery of procreation with your friends, but if it's too much to imagine, or accept, you can deny as their version is unconfirmed, and unsubstantiated by evidence.
Eventually you won't need the parents to confirm or deny, but no one can tell you when that will be, that's the whole point. 'Disclosure' is always 'about' to happen, but it never can, by it's very definition. We each have to make our own paradigm shift.
MYTHBUSTERS ARE A HOAX!
In this sense I've always felt the Mythbusters were doing a great deal of harm to the world, in venting their own juvenile destructive desires on our most precious illusions, they rob us of all our freedom to perceive life as it it really is, dangerous and full of unknown quantities! Clearly, there's a need for UFOs whether they're 'real' in your definition of the term or not. If you have cable you can find a paranormal show of one stripe or another nearly any time of day. The only bad ones are the ones with some smarmy so-called skeptic folded into the investigative group by bet-hedging producers. This is usually a smarmy kid who acts like his believing witnesses is the most important thing in the world. He's hostile to anyone who saw anything; until he believes it, it's not true. See my Zealot of Doubt: why skeptics are the new cranks.
That's fine by me, I just won't watch your show, but know one thing, Mythbusters and UFO research team 'skeptics' you are not TRUE skeptics. I am. Nyeah!
Atheists, for example, are not skeptics, nor are smarmy hipsters who think their science degrees mean they can't even address the ideas of ghosts and aliens without snarky laughter and derisive eye rolls. That's not skepticism, that's condemnation based on one's own false impressions, or snap judgments of 'the type of people who believe that rot.' There are far more true skeptics in the UFO community than outside it. The naysayers are so rigid in their conception of reality that it threatens to shatter with the slightest stress. A true skeptic is open to all possibilities and that means never committing to one organization, theory, sponsor, guru, religion, or point of view, regardless of sensorial evidence.
In admitting eyes and ears are deceiving we don't close doors, we open them.
In short, I don't care if you made your ghost story up, so long as it feels real to me, so I get the shivers, the pleasant spine tingle that makes me check the door locks and grab the cat for support. As a man who considers the art of telling ghost stories a sacred rite, I know it's always twice as scary when they feel true. No ghost story is scary if the teller prefaces it with: "I just made this all up, so don't believe it." It's always "this totally happened to a friend of mine's aunt and uncle..." or "in these woods, I heard, not this campsite but on the other side of the lake, so I'm sure we'll be safe." And you can't lock the door at a camp site.
I'm into that 'maybe' aspect. I live for it, and I revile skeptics who take it on themselves to debunk, to make sure it's etched in stone in front of City Hall that there are no ghosts, no Santa, no God. If there's none of these things, what do they care? Would they go to Disney World and make sure the kids know all the pirates and monsters are animatronic mannequins? Would they carry signs "Stop lying to children! Santa isn't real!" Would they make sure everyone at the Louvre knows their precious Rodin sculpture is just a giant hunk of stone?
Don't worry, we'll keep fogging the line between the real, the potentially real, and the maybe. It's all we ever had. If we just remain open to every possibility, we widen the band of our station, until all is revealed as it really is -- potential, expression, rotation, revolution, collapse, and super Nova. And someone telling someone else about it, on a cuneiform tablet, over and over, until we can't be sure if if it really happened or not. And since if it did happen it's terrifying, and if it didn't it's boring, then how perfect.