Space is the Place (All right all right) Sun Ra Vs. Matt McConaughey

How can String theory and Einstein's space-time continuum be explained via the music of Sun Ra? I think by now you know the answer. Space is the place and free-form jazz is all about time, but it just has to go. And now there's more visual aids out there in the form of INTERSTELLAR, particularly the 'bookshelf' segment. If you haven't seen the movie yet well its entirely your own fault. Time is something you've had lots of... the aliens of your future self’s subconscious are scraping at your cellar door of dreams, so let's dig in... or out. First up is to see this confirmation of how time-space looks when you're able to step outside of it, by which I mean, out of time and space into the nowhere of in between. Observe the video still above of a cougar and a horse running, with each 'moment' captured as time and space move forward (see below video). We can easily imagine these slices in terms of music (the beats) or a strip of film (each frame a slice). In both, if we watch closely (this effect is slightly lost on video), we can imagine we see the slice of black silence in between each snapshot, the flicker of time and space our mind empties out -- death at 24 frames a second.... life on a 4/4  count... or whatever tempo Sun Ra's working on, or celestial frequency tuning into. Near a black hole or outside of space time, of course, the old notes stay around, they don't vanish as each new one comes along, and every image projected onscreen stays there, with the new ones lapping over it.

Now, if we take this 'slicing' of time space and examine the bookshelf scene from INTERSTELLAR we see what time-space's snapshot slices might be visualized as - an interlocked room of bands of time and energy across which one's astronaut mind is fused to the building blocks of the universe time-space itself; the observer defining the observed through the act of observing. When good jazz musicians tap into this, a strange magical kind of ESP forms between the players. They lose themselves in the group mind and their music interlocks to form some new thing, the sound of the galaxy expanding and ever forming and dissolving - each note is there only briefly before the next, each note let go of, freed from being merely a means to a melodic end. Each note is and then isn't. 

Each band a stack of pages/images, stretching the entirety of 'time' and 'space' like one endless interlocking book.

But when I saw that  crazy bookshelf room in INTERSTELLAR I knew I'd been there. Mine, instead of electric brown, yellow, and gold bands was brown, yellow, and red Tibetan demon lizard god faces, all breathing in and out and watching me with their mouths open, impassive, their strange breathing blowing me around the space as I floated similar to Matt McConaughey in that room. Here's a collage I did trying to give an idea - as you can see the part in the middle is supposed to indicate depth, like a 3-D room, but I ran out of energy. Still you get the idea.

Imagine floating through this as a tunnel or a tubular giant gas bag. Breathing in and out as you pass them as if someone is slowly inflating them and then taking his mouth away from the blow hole to exhale, then repeating -- every demon is watching you yet also not watching you. If it looks familiar you've been there. If you need to ask how I got there, then you're not ready - but I think you know.

Now, take a look at this other still below -again of the cougar and how it would look if it was running towards you:

Now imagine you're from some ancient culture in India, or a prophet in the Old Testament, as I discussed in the Black Hole Hindu Ganesh Ezekiel Connection... and you meditate and fast or chant your way outside of time and space. As your third eye opens wide and transcends and replaces your working normal physical eyes, essentially aligning your entire self, conscious, unconscious, sleeping, waking, dreaming so that you see the same thing with your eyes closed or open - this weird effect, the 'trippy' effect generated in old Doors videos, event horizons (below) replace ordinary linear moment-dissolving consicousness..and we get a glimmer of this zone...

how a single astronaut entering a black hole would look to a distant observer (theoretically).
As time dilates and slows the astronaut's past ceases to erase itself, leaving the refracted image of himself
behind for all eternity.

horse walking as seen from outside space time continuum as per above PBS video

(from third eye) Kali (a two armed deity outside time and space raising and lowering Her arms)

You dig the similarity? The same thing would go for Ezekiel seeing the multi-faced beings and the wheels within the wheels, the multiplication of arms and heads is a result of the trans-space/time affect. What's fascinating is how the meditating yogis know this about the multi-arm illusion caused by this time-space dilation, but the casual Hinduism enthusiast thinks the being just has all these arms - that's the gradual impression left over the milennia. But that's a tangent for another day, bro. Gotta focus... gotta get back to SUN RA.

Well, I mean, I guess, that's it - it's just jazz man. I don't like Sun Ra's music that much --in that i love it for two minutes--but unless I'm way 'out' there it sounds like a six year old banging pots and blowing kazoos. BUT if I ever decide to leave again, to spread out over the outer rims, as it were, I'd love it as I used to. Space jazz, sky church music, as Hendrix called it, reaches out to the beyond times, collapsing normal senses of melody and structure and creating sacred spaces outside therein... like the INTERSTELLAR book nook. You got to get out there before you can get into the sky church music - otherwise it just sounds like noise.

from top: Interstellar, Ezekiel seeing the wheel (folk art?), Sun Ra

I admire that Sun Ra doesn't actually believe he's from Saturn, but he believes in the power of myth, of fiction, to recreate himself as a myth. I saw him in 1989, singing at the Polish Union Hall in Syracuse, he had twirling dancers and all this pageantry (no fancy lights or anything), then Sun Ra comes up to the mic and in this sweet tiny voice starts singing "I am not from here," to "Space is the Place" or whatever his theme was, "I'm from out there," and in this dingy gray place where you'd expect to see, say, a Varsity awards dinner or some union lodge meeting, or an Elk club smoker, here was this Afro-futuristic carnival space placer. In the freezing hellish snow of Syracuse, those words took on great meaning - a denial, a refusal in a way, that is the heart of meditation, astral travel, music and art - a denial and refusal of the banal limitations of our own place in the time-space continuum. Sometimes we love being here - other times, non.

At least we know the Exit door is never locked... space is the place - from which no traveler returns unchanged.... and they all return, over and over, in every shape and size and space... the ultimate truth about 'out there' is that it's 'in here'.

Saturn and the Moon Matrix

I'm a big fan of crackpot conspiracy theories and this is the wildest of all, so far. David Icke theorizes that Saturn's rings are a kind of broadcasting antenna for a gigantic gaseous alien intelligence that bounces signals off the moon to hypnotize humanity into entering a digital matrix controlled by the multidimensional reptilian alien conglomerate known as Archons. This connects a bunch of very true dots that don't make sense on their own, if you have a truly inquiring mind. Believing it or not hardly seems relevant. It's so gonzo that its proponents: Icke, Enoch, the Gnostics, Mayans and other ancient astrologers just might be right. Something's going on, that's for sure. And there's no sweeter spot on human culture than myth. It's truer than the truth, even when presented in its fictitious guises.

Prometheus and the Moon Maiden

There's a very eerie couple of videos that have never been fully explained away as hoaxes concerning 'Apollo 20' - an expedition to the moon undertaken in secret by Russian and American astro/cosmonauts, kept super secret because of the wild ass shit they found. In anticipation of the big PROMETHEUS premiere it's worth unearthing it, because the similarities to the story are, well, eerie.

One of the coolest parts of the original ALIEN (1979) is the whole first half which involves the Nostromo crew's investigation of a stormy harsh planet on which is a (crash?) landed ship, gigantic in size, shaped like a giant pair of fallopian tubes, at the helm of which is a strange calcified giant who looks like he's either half-elephant or a pilot from a distant future where he's literally a part of the craft, his spine externally locked into the seat, his nose a hideous extension of a flight mask breathing apparatus. There's a hole in the being's chest, burst outwards and then froze in time, which the crew have no idea about. It's one of the highlights of the entire film! Nothing about this thing is explained because once John Hurt picks up his face hugger there's no time to analyze what this ancient creature could have been. All we know is, the creature's ship is hugely fallopian/vaginal the way most of earth's crafts are phallic. This detail has helped countless masters in media studies students write tight theses on ALIEN and the Freudian feminist body horror whatever, but the question of just who the 'space jockey' is has never been answered. Until now...or should I say since 2007! It's a stand-in for... the Moon Mona Lisa!

 

During a top secret Apollo 20 mission, astronauts from both the US and USSR investigated what looked from space like an ancient, huge space craft spotted on the moon. It was/is covered with bizarre markings and has been on the moon for what could well be millions of years. Inside they found a woman of vaguely Eskimo (Mayan?)  mummy descent, her eyes, mouth and ears connected to the still active space craft, both in a state of advanced hibernation. Like the space jockey in ALIEN she was attached to the ship for both life support and some kind of advanced virtual reality reality interconnected piloting:

To get your bearings on the tale, start with this interview with covert cosmonaut William Rutledge.

"....They appeared to be frozen and the female was moved into what appeared to be the control area of the Lunar Module. The bodies appeared to be well preserved and showed very little signs of decay. There was also detail to the possibility that the aliens had been subjected to ripped flesh because of skin splitting in the cold and the areas around the lips started to decay first, similar to what happens when humans decay in the grave. Rutledge the man who was on the mission claimed that he believed the female was in some sort of hibernation state...

Rutledge claims that he and cosmonaut Lexei Leonov landed a Russian made LEM (LUNAR MODULE) near the giant alien ship and entered inside . They found ancient artifacts and two bodies that they claimed were the “pilots” — one of the bodies was fully intact and in excellent condition. She was a female and video revealed that she had breasts and that her body had been well preserved. A male body was also found but it was not intact, it had deteriorated and all could be saved was the head.

They Named the woman alien Mona Lisa. She had six fingers and toes.

“We went inside the big spaceship, also into a triangular one. The major parts of the exploration was; it was a mother ship, very old, who crossed the universe at least milliard of years ago (1.5 estimated). There were many signs of biology inside, old remains of a vegetation in a “motor” section, special triangular rocks who emitted “tears” of a yellow liquid which has some special medical properties, and of course signs of extra solar creatures. We found remains of little bodies (10cm) living in a network of glass tubes all along the ship, but the major discovery was two bodies, one intact.

The “City” was named on Earth and scheduled as station one, but it appeared to be a real space garbage, full of scrap, gold parts, only one construction seemed intact (we named it the Cathedral). We made shots of pieces of metal, of every part wearing calligraphy, exposed to the sun. The “City” seem to be as old as the ship, but it is a very tiny part. On the rover video, the telephoto lens make the artifacts greater.

I don’t remember who named the girl, Leonov or me — was the intact EBE. Humanoid, female, 1.65 meter. Genitalized, haired, six fingers (we guess that mathematics are based on a dozen). Function; pilot, piloting device fixed to fingers and eyes, no clothes, we had to cut two cables connected to the nose. No nostril. Leonov unfixed the eyes device (you’ll see that in the video). Concentrations of blood or bio liquid erupted and froze from the mouth, nose, eyes and some parts of the body. Some parts of the body were in unusual good condition, (hair) and the skin was protected by a thin transparent protection layer.

As we told to mission control, condition seemed not dead not alive. We had no medical background or experience, but Leonov and I used a test, we fixed our bio equipment on the EBE, and telemetry received by surgeon (Mission Control meds) was positive. That’s another story. Some parts could be unbelievable now, I prefer tell the whole story when other videos will be online. This experience has been filmed in the LM. We found a second body, destroyed; we brought the head on board. Color of the skin was blue gray, a pastel blue. Skin had some strange details above the eyes and the front, a strap around the head, wearing no inscription. The “cockpit” was full of calligraphy and formed of long semi hexagonal tubes. She is on Earth and she is not dead, but I prefer to post other videos before telling what happened after.

This Apollo 20 was supposed to have gone up in 1976 or '78 -- plenty of time for Ridley Scott, H.R. Giger and screenwriter Dan O'Bannon to have heard about it, or 'sensed' it through the subconscious-creative-intuitive channels. They may have 'come up with it' on their own but we're all interconnected so there's really no such thing as 'on our own.' It all came from somewhere.

And 'come up' is the perfect phrase for it, signifying a descent to the depths of a cosmic pool and a return to the surface, with a little souvenir. After all, it's 'encoded' in our DNA so it's just waiting to be accessed - the future, the past, outer space, our origin story. Our collective being is like a giant video game disk (and we do look round and orb-like when outside our bodies) and we've barely reached the end of level one. Just because we can't unlock the other levels... yet... doesn't mean they aren't still there 'encoded' in the disk. Yet mainstream science scoffs at this idea, claiming that the disk itself is just shiny nothingness. Have you ever, when a kid, looked at the grooves of an LP and pretended you could 'read' the music? But every once in awhile... a moon Mona Lisa comes along with a phonograph needle in each eye.

And of course Hollywood and Top Secret information go way back. There's a chance the makers of Alien could have heard all about this expedition, and just cloaked it in some goofy trappings. Allegations of this kind of thing are all over the web: Spielberg was 'told' some things by Reagan; Kubrick faked the moon landings in exchange for unlimited funding and insider knowledge on certain 'secrets' (Kubrick was even killed because Eyes Wide Shut seemed too close to home), and all this after a lot of the connections between military scientists and TV shows like the Outer Limits as explained by Bruce Rux in Hollywood vs. the Aliens. And lots not forget the crazy German author whose work started a secret society the Vrills!

Here's what a Hyrbid post regarding an alien looking ridge found on Saturn's moon Iapetus says on the matter:

Did Arthur C. Clarke have access to secret knowledge? It is speculated that some of hollywood's best writers, including George Lucas and Steven Spielberg have been privy to accessing secretive occult knowledge. In other words: not all of their ideas are original. It is interesting that Arthur C. Clarke wrote about an alien monolith on Saturn's Moon Iapetus, at a time in the 1960's when NASA knew very little about this moon. Then, in 2004 it is discovered an incredible mountain ridge encompasses nearly the entire planet - in what is likely the most bizarre formation in the solar system. What is inside the equilateral ridge? Does an alien monolith await us?

Scott and O'Bannon were also inspired for the story by sci fi films of the late 1950s-60s, and they're all on Netflix streaming, so check out this triple feature of ALIEN inspirations I've assembled over on Bright Lights After Dark!
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Check out here the strange resemblance of this mummified Inca Maiden to the Moona Lisa. Was an Inca, Aztec, or Mayan maiden recruited to power/drive the alien ship - or suspend it in animation? The lack of flesh eating germs high up in the icy Andes and way out on the dark side of the moon would certainly indicate some weird connection if you were all paranoid, like some authors of this blog... you can see under the mummy wig stitching slightly in the "Apollo" footage, by the way, which is a comfort. Even on the moon, everyone looks good in a Sheinhardt.