"What I'm dealing with is so vast and great that it can't be called the truth. It's above the truth." - Sun Ra

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Open Letter to Joe Rogan: Bigfoot is Real but isn't Here


Dear Joe:

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 our way to a bus station.

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. Maybe you should look a little farther out and/or inwards (there's no difference between the two, which you should know if you've 'been to the mountain top' --and if you haven't, why were you hosting a DMT documentary?)  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 all recording devices behind and within a half an hour had his encounter.

Mired in conventional thinking tar pit as you are (on this show at least), Joe, I guess 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 being able to surf the time-space continuum 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. Why? Because the Sasquatch, the survivors of our ancient ancestral race, used their alien-splice DNA to escape their alien rulers. UFOs and bigfoots are often seen together in the same way cops follow escaped prisoners.

Just because it's clearly fake doesn't mean it's not true
You also could have traced this all back to the Pacific Northwest Native American tribes, who consider these beings ancient power animals, naguals, spirit beings, ancient ones; in Greek mythology they were called titans, in other sources cyclops, giants; Gilgamesh, Goliath. In Celtic myth they were 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, but they've been evolving for far longer than we have, and at the same time devolving slowly backwards into more and more ape-like features and behavior.

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 suffer under the delusion that, being made of matter, we're solid. Physicists will tell us all matter is energy resonating at a slower rate than our eyes can perceive. A plant seems to be motionless - until time lapse photography shows its sleep cycles, flower closing against the cold and opening in the sunlight, sped up fast enough it seems to be breathing. Who is to say which rate of speed is 'correct' for earlier races, ancestors, aliens?

your eyes deceive you, nothing is moving...
Supposedly (in the bible) "God" was displeased with what he had created, the original Nephilim/Squatches-- 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. Those of the previous race who had learned to escape time and space did so in the wake of 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. The new 'humans' would be rather slow and small compared to their ancestors, but the latter would wisely avoid detection by them, knowing if they were discovered they'd be killed, tortured in the name of science, either by them or by those beings who wanted the entire race 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 the field -- 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.

treetop silhouette?
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 green fields of the eternal?

As incomplete as this answer may be, it still makes more logical sense than either the mere hoax, misidentification (the picture at left is either a smaller tree in the taller shadows or a 16 foot sasquatch with a mohawk) or genuine anthropoid presence hypotheses. The answer to this riddle lives in the kind of right brain intuitive info that 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 3D space time mammal explanation, which can't account for the lack of bones, scarcity of photos, etc. It also explains the presence of UFOs near bigfoot hot spots. They're always trying to nab these hold-outs from the period immediately preceding the dawn of Adam. Some 'good' aliens probably help them on the sly, conservationists, like Indian reservation lawyers, or some of the species 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 charlatanism for noticing tracks you can't see. Yet you don't give the Bigfoot spirit credit for being able spot trail cams a mile away -- 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 in crayons, three feet from the floor since you can't prove it was them. 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; 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 picture you crybaby? Now leave us alone!'

After all, they don't want us to stop looking for them... when we're able to find them at last, we'll be ready for the next game of hide and seek, the next evolutionary step; they want us to use the experience of looking to find the truth, not to find an ape 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 empties if it ever became 'official.'

Another clue was present on your show: 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, and that Dr. Mengele of the pre-prehistoric community, Lord Enki. Sure I sound crazy - but doesn't the idea that a living 3D 500 pound being who can nimbly prance through the forest, leaving only one or two footprints a year, 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?

Our linear-time humanity is but a single radio station on a vast FM dial, and that dial just one of countless other bands of frequency. There are more frequencies than planets in the universe, which themselves connect to these ancient bands (as in Saturn's rings). 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 or a credit card. Science basically is like a dad too cheap to pay for cable denying HBO exists! Again, you should have caught that in the DMT-verse, the unified or zero point field --it's like a giant deflated beach ball, where all spots in space and time exist in the same here and now simultaneously. If you take that ball and inflate it near a black hole, the image of it deflated exists with the inflated overlaid, each movement creates a million potentialities. That's just physics, Joe.


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. Picture the nuclear scientist who uses those rubber gloves that reach into a radio-active box to handle plutonium; the bigfoot footprint, the roars, the ghostly EVPs are like those rubber gloves, our 3-D space time continuum is the inside of the box. This 'image' of the being behind the glass occasionally leaks over from its radio station to ours via bad weather or fevers or drugs or trances -- but it can't be fit into our paradigm; the operator of the hands is our future/past angel self giving us the carrot to 'keep looking' - keep trying to find these mystery stations.

Empirical science and its insistence on hard evidence is nice and all, but it's merely the rules of one board game in a limitless playroom shelf. 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, no $200 as you pass 'Go' and so deems it unplayable. But the instructions to all the games 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.

Yours,
Erich Kuersten

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... there's no show in that, a show about a guy who's not sure he should be doing a show is not a show.

Monday, August 5, 2013

Demon Sheets: Sleep Paralysis Theories


Sleep paralysis. What is it?

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?


My own SP experiences are rare but each one seems profound. As I've written in earlier posts, I've seen a demonic creature in the room even after I had awaken from my nightmare, and was shouting at it to go away before it faded, laughing silently at me all the while, into a moonlight reflection. And I've been lifted out of my bed, ass first, up along the ceiling and out the window, accelerating up and up faster and faster into the sky until shooting up back into my body in the bed, as if a second bed was way up in the sky. In each of these instances I wound up awaking and leaping out of bed as if from an electrical jolt of satori.


You can dismiss these as hallucinations, waking nightmares. I won't argue with that. But you know what else are hallucinations and waking nightmares?

EVERYTHING ELSE!!!

All that we see, hear, and touch is a nervous system illusion, a translation: matter is perceived erroneously as solid (it's just vibrating energy) and permanent (like everything in the universe, it's 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 (a necessary illusion for the functioning within it - i.e. you can't be on the look-out for food and bears when you're overwhelmed by the totality of the cosmos).

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 that 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 from those pixels he sees the ocean. If he's really really tired or possessed of vivid imagination (this happens to me a lot) he might actually smell salt air or hear a distant rush of waves. A dog looking at the same photo wouldn't see anything of interest: he would sniff it and judge it as inedible and inactive and then move on. BUT if we fold that photo into a paper airplane and throw it for him to fetch, he sees it as prey, a quarry). By the same token, we walk our dog past a tree on the sidewalk and our mind says "tree - yeah yeah, keep walking" - 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 that 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 and their myopia makes them paranoid, like fundamentalist Christians seeing heretics in the cobwebs of their attics. If a Christian has sleep paralysis, the being looming above him would be perceived as Satan; if he had being reading David Icke, the being would be a reptilian alien; a gnostic scholar would see an archon; a UFO scholar, a flock of greys come for an abduction.

The thing is, though, most humans, even non-scientists or philosophers, 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.

Personally, I believe that 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, the mind waking up before the body does. 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's 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--in old legends--the 'old hag' and sleep paralysis is then  '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 psychic equivalent of stealing your neighbor's WiFi.

If you're an easy mark they may abduct you wholesale, either physically or psionically.  No UFO over your house is needed, just a good strong wireless router. they steal your astral brain 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. you don't have WiFi so they steal your whole modem).

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. More power to ya. Plenty of fish in the sea.

Another theory is that they are demons, ever-present just outside our worldly perceptions. I got the feeling from that demon that stayed in my room (see link in 3rd paragraph) that he wasn't from some other place on our planet, but was always around, waiting for a chance to do harm in the tangible world, visible only occasionally to psychics, schizophrenics, and people burning up from fever.

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. What are time travelers if not ghosts? From the past or future they loom up, still dealing from the bottom of the old wounds deck, still clanging their spurs in Jacob Marleyian vengeance, their ætheric tendrils reaching deep into the future to spook later generations, the "living" equivalent of historical memoirs, or old time cinematic images and photos.

I also like the idea that demons can be called into this world either accidentally via Ouija boards, or intentionally via snot-nosed punks, and if they don't know they have to dismiss them out of this world when they're done, then the demons get to stay forever or until some angel, exorcist or psychic kicks them out. The spirit world conjured by the Rosicrucian mystics, for example, 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, they mistrust 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. 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 its vessel be burnt at the stake.

I'm off topic.


POSTSCRIPT:
 I received this from my friend Sean Kelly (author of various books on saints and strange humors), they are snippets about sleep monsters from his "unfinish-able fairy dictionary":

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 by 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.

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So keep your horseheads and inherited glove handy, and remember to tell the demons "come tomorrow and I will lend you something" - apparently it always works.