Baron Munchausen Vas Dere!

Munchausen: We ran out of gas and oil, but I stayed high in ze air for six more months.
Announcer: Without fuel? That's against the law of gravity!
Munchausen: Well, zat was before dat law was passed.

This bit of cornball humor sums up the Divinorum Psychonauticus credo perfectly. When one forgets to be bound by what science considers possible one can can truly achieve anything. When one leaves the delusion of objectivity behind, when one surrenders to the impossibility of all but the subjective position, then one sees beyond science's roped off notions of infinity... the only catch is that what you think and write becomes fiction, tall tales, and therefore invalid as far as science is concerned.

Of course science must be lauded for working towards an objective reality that makes certain strides toward genuine progress inevitable... and those strides are needed, what's not needed is their smug disregard for the ravings of lunatics, for the insanity and magic of today is the scientific 'law' of tomorrow, but science is awfully dismissive of any information that didn't require the murder of at least 100 rabbits or chimps in lab conditions.

The sin of Adam and Eve, to this Munchausen way of theorizing, is't discovering objective knowledge but subjective freedom. The apple, the fruit of knowledge, is a peyote button and that's where God lives. The sin is in abandoning the garden for concrete structures; the sin is in creating electricity, monsters, and air conditioning, exhaust fumes and bio-engineered pain factories. But it's a stopgap sin of which God inevitably, begrudgingly approves. Civilization's gruesome steps are necessary for His dreamers to make the jump from dreams to physical space travel. Meanwhile, the shamen and space cadet musicians are hard at work making the box of tunes he can bring with him and blast all the way to Mars.

Of course he could just listen to the radio and stay home. The waves of the universe are crowded with radio stations SETI will never find, but are picked up daily by psychics, telepaths, and remote viewers, by schizophrenics and trippers, by shamen and the dying and the newly born, and by those in haunted houses, and near power lines... for civilization's incessant din and its narrow AM/FM bands is truly is the whistling in the dark, the white noise machine so reason can sleep in the madness-besieged zombie movie mall universe. In order to effect our own destiny we need to be able to hear ourselves think, and thus the invention of rock and roll and power amps, and death metal, and car crashes, bridges, skyscrapers and plutonium.

But ultimately these iron tools never bridge the fourth dimensional veil - only bone and soft tissue gets through, nothing metal, ala Terminator movies, but even then there are beings who have figured out how to transgress that, though none of them are yet from earth (outside of occasional black budget funding breakthroughs). The beings who can move in and out of time and space have long ago abandoned non-biologicl technology. As UFO wreckage recovery teams often nervously note, the material of the saucers seems alive, and indestructible, far beyond the concepts of animate and inanimate that we still cling to. That's the TRUE sin of Adam and Eve, for those aliens are us in the future, which is the same as the past once you master time travel, and that's why we can never capture bigfoot. He too is outside of our linear time and perception. In the radio analogy he would be like where you're listening to a radio station rock channel and suddenly some weird voice breaks in through a wall of static as you pass by a power line or something and you hear a mad preacher or a car salesman and then it's back to the song, as if nothing in the song's wholeness had ever been broken.

We can't find Bigfoot the way you can't find that voice again on the radio; it just blinks in and is gone. Like a wave particle in a Schrodinger Cathouse, it was almost never not there. Like Stephen Malkmus of Pavement, the bigfoot knows that between here and there is better than either here or there.

This is perhaps old Munchausen's secret. His stories take place before cumbersome laws like gravity and thermo-dynamics were 'passed.' In deliberately skewing his stories to a level where they can't possibly be believed he undoes the damage caused by science and its draconian dogma, freeing us from the prison of textbooks. While science fumbles in the dark for its car keys, all the while proclaiming there's plenty of light, Munchausen has already floated away on the currents of his own balderdash, blazing megawatt clouds of gaseous fury as he goes.

The Tibetan-Nordic-Fashion-Huldra-LSD Aliens Connection (Uma Thurman is from Venus - Part 2)

Last year I suggested, based on a collection of weird anecdotal evidence and proniac ravings that Uma Thurman was the daughter of a fantastic Nordic alien hybrid, and thus 1/12 or so alien hybrid herself. Uma's mom is also a famous beauty --Nena von Schlebrügge --a fashion model / psychic inspiration, whose husband prior to Buddhist scholar and Dali Lama close pal Robert Thurman was 60s acid guru Timothy Leary. Anecdotal proniac investigation sometimes pays off, and a whole interrelated network of Buddhism, psychedelics, UFOs, 1930s Germanic Himalayan expeditions, Tibetan scientific post-death investigations, ESP, and Charles Mingus emerges. Sweet! 

First, examine this D.A. Pennebaker short film chronicling the wedding of Leary and Schlebrügge, "You're Nobody til Somebody Loves You" that includes some "lonely piano" music by jazz great Charles Mingus (which in itself confirms my feeling listening to "Black Saint and the Sinner Lady," that Mingus is Duke Ellington on an acid trip muppet melt-down). Writes Pennebaker:

"This movie is something of a mystery. Timothy Leary was getting married to a model named Nena Von Schlebrugge up in Millbrook, New York at the Hitchcock house, where Leary had been carrying on his hallucinogenic revelries for the past year or so after leaving Harvard. It was rumored that this was going to be the wedding of the season, the wedding of Mr. And Mrs. Swing as Cab Calloway put it. " - D.A. Pennebaker (PH Films)

 Now you might think offhand that Timothy Leary (who Nena married in 1964) and Thurman (who Nena married in 1967) have nothing in common, but they actually do -- they have one thing especially in common, The Tibetan Book of the Dead!

From Leary's "The Psychedelic Experience" - avail. online at Erowid: 

The Tibetan Book of the Dead is ostensibly a book describing the experiences to be expected at the moment of death, during an intermediate phase lasting forty-nine (seven times seven) days, and during rebirth into another bodily frame. This however is merely the exoteric framework which the Tibetan Buddhists used to cloak their mystical teachings. The language and symbolism of death rituals of Bonism, the traditional pre-Buddhist Tibetan religion, were skillfully blended with Buddhist conceptions. The esoteric meaning, as it has been interpreted in this manual, is that it is death of the ego and rebirth that is described, not of the body. Lama Govinda indicates this clearly in his introduction when he writes: "It is a book for the living as well as the dying." The book's esoteric meaning is often concealed beneath many layers of symbolism. It was not intended for general reading. It was designed to be understood only by one who was to be initiated personally by a guru into the Buddhist mystical doctrines, into the pre-mortem-death- rebirth experience. These doctrines have been kept a closely guarded secret for many centuries, for fear that naive or careless application would do harm. In translating such an esoteric text, therefore, there are two steps: one, the rendering of the original text into English; and two, the practical interpretation of the text for its uses. In publishing this practical interpretation for use in the psychedelic drug session, we are in a sense breaking with the tradition of secrecy and thus contravening the teachings of the lama-gurus.

Leary's adaptation of the TBOTD stresses ego death rather than real death, and makes the esoteric accessible (though the Buddhist scholars may have been right to worry about careless application, i.e. Altamont, Manson, etc). 

Meanwhile, Uma's father, Robert Thurman, has his own Book of the Dead translation, more from an academic angle. And here's where it gets really weird: Leary was introduced to Von Schlebrugge by Salvador Dali; Thurman is a personal friend of the Dali Lama. Get the 'Dali' connection? 

Here's what Robert has to say about his relation to Buddhism:

 "I’m not a real guru, I’m an academic professor. I may be what they call a kalyanamitra, a spiritual friend of some of these people, offering advice now and then if I’m asked. But I don’t try to take up the role of serious guru. In fact, part of choosing the professor’s or the academic’s life pattern has to do precisely with avoiding getting into the guru game with people. If I had stayed a monk, I would have had to have disciples, which gets you involved in the complications of being a guru, having people develop various kinds of transference toward you and dependencies on you, and I didn’t think that was healthy for them or for me. I was helped in the decision, of course, by my wife Nena, who always insisted on maintaining that I not get deluded about there being anything exceptional about me! She’s been a great spiritual friend of mine, and had the foresight to encourage me to pursue more mainstream academic pursuits. We’re on a pilgrimage together as much as possible." - Thurman in interview for HiLowBrow

Now we go to Nena's own mom, Uma's maternal grandmother, who posed for the below statue: 

It's cool, but for our purposes the below left one is much more interesting:

  (L) Skogsrå - Axel Ebbe, 1913 / 1930. Axel Ebbes konsthall, Trelleborg, Sweden.

"The girl to the right is Uma Thurman’s grandmother Birgit Holmquist, married Von Schleebrügge. The sculpture was originally made in 1913, but the artist changed the girl’s face in 1930 and used Uma Thurman’s grandmother Birgit as his model. Birgit later married a German baron in Berlin, but left Germany for Mexico during the war. Uma’s mother Nena Schlebrügge was born in Mexico City, and became a model like her mother, not for art but for fashion. Birgit returned to Germany in later years; she wanted to be buried in her hometown Trelleborg, so that’s where she rests now.

"A “skogsrå” (“rå” is pronounced “raw” and means watcher, “skogs” means “connected to/from to the forest”. Watcher of the forest, in other words) is both a beautiful wood nymph and an ugly hag at the same time. She lures people into the forest with her beautiful looks, and when they are too deep in to find their way back, she turns her back at them and then she looks just like a tree trunk. The charmed one is lost, deep in the forest. The skogsrå or huldra is mainly a trickster, not so much a demon. She can have sex with humans if she wants to, and if she does, they become silent and withdrawn afterwards, because then she has their soul. The skogsrå is also the ruler of all the animals in the forest. "(Source: The curator of the museum Axel Ebbes konsthall and genealogists Bo Lindwall & Gert Påhlsson.)

 Surely we can link the creature represented by this statue to both common reports of alien abductions (just using the parlance of their time, long before the events of 1947), and the TBOTD since the description of the huldra matches descriptions of certain kinds of ghost-demons along the way to reincarnation (through the Sidpa Bardo) that come on like beautiful, inviting women writhing in sexual invitation, and when you get close enough to their sexual heat, they ensnare you and become ancient crones, then devouring fiends, rending your soul and/or ensnaring you into the matrix for prompt reincarnation.

On the psychedelic plane, seeing writhing sexual figures in flames or in the passing shadows on the wall is common, and perhaps represents a less immersive version of this lesson, this parable for age and death, the way the invitation to life is always in the process of corrupting itself. Von Schlebrügge is perhaps the princess of this process, at least in a symbolic capacity, and one can perhaps divulge from this that she is an immortal with a soul stretching back to her aeons as Isis herself.

Nena Von Schlebrugge (Uma's mom)

The "Good" Swastika

In the 1930s, German anthropologists were searching all over the Himalayas and India, looking for relics and magical boxes and links of Aryan - Tibetan - Indian ancestry (as evidenced in their corruption of the Buddhist image of the swastika, lower left):

(Uma) Thurman's maternal grandfather was Colonel Baron Friedrich Karl Johannes von Schlebrügge, a German military officer who had become one of the senior Nazi spies in the Americas but who was also jailed by the Nazis for protecting Jewish friends -Wiki:  

But I go into more detail on this aspect of the story over in the Acidemic Journal of Film and Media #7: The Nordics issue (check out the expanded Uma Thurman is from Venus story here) I only want to touch on it for the sake of common-thread weaving. We can't ignore facets of the story just because of the evil that resulted. There is still much conspiratorial dot connecting to be done on the relationship of the Vinyanas in the Mahabarrata to the Hannebu UFO aircraft made in Germany under the guidance of mystic Maria Osric. The link above will delve more into it, but even more shall be revealed still...

One can't connect it all without the weird, hard-to-believe encounters with friendly Nordics by George Adamski and Billy Meier. True or hoax, we learn from them and other sources that the Nordics are very tall, as are Uma and Nena. 

And here's a fascinating video on Nordics and The Pleiadians youtube made by gorgeous mystic Gigi Young, who looks not a little bit like Nena Von Schlebrugge! Coincidence? She seems to know more than a little about the Nordics and, like Nena, she went from fashion into eastern spiritual realms. Her genetic resemblance to the goddesses above is surely no coincidence

Well, by now the interconnectedness of these links has left me slightly exhausted. I'd like to close by saying I mean no disrespect to anyone I've mentioned. I'm a big fan of Robert Thurman's work in making Tibetan Buddhism both understandable and academically valid in the west. And I adore Uma, and can tell from her photos and choices in husbands that her mom Nena is a hell of a beautiful, deep, deep lady. So... take all I've said with a grain of sand... but know that that grain contains the universe in its entirety in microcosm... Let yourself ponder the weird ways in which the higher levels of consciousness breed beauty with wisdom to the benefit of us all, and realize too, to be beautiful and prosperous is the first step is to become altruistic instead of egocentric. Let go of your morbid self interest, your confusion of plain and 'normal' as good, and as John Lennon said "relax and float downstream... it is not dying." Hell no, JL, it is beginning...

even if all that's beginning is the ending.

There's some speculation that Goebbels substituted fashion models photos for these witch pictures, to up the Aryan mystique in the popular consciousness. But what's the point of believing in that? It lets all the wind out... I bet the one who came up with that theory is unattractive. Forgive the plain, for they don't understand how Nordic beauty and Vril energy is the same. But Nena does! 

the Bigfoot-Ancient Alien connection- solved!

Watching tonight's episode of Ancient Aliens as a bunch of cryptozoologists theorize what's up with Sasquatch and why can't we catch 'em,  I'm quickly signing on to add some aspects they forgot:

1. Our DNA is tampered down, which is to say a lot of our 'junk DNA' is disconnected. We're like parrots with clipped wings, while Bigfoot's are unclipped. If we could access all 100% of our brain, 'turn on' the dormant DNA, we could do some of the things Bigfoot does, such us 'skipping' through time, being able to wink in and out of existence (and thus avoid capture). In fact this is why they are so evasive... they're on the run if you will, from the castrating scissors of the greys. Another metaphor would be when the IT guy comes to upgrade your laptop at work and in the process 'upgrades' you to not be able to access the internet anymore --the bosses thought access was reducing output. The Bigfoot is technically and older more primitive model but can still access the internet, so when the IT guys knock on his door he just vanishes into the bathroom with his laptop until they've moved on. Eventually his software is so incompatible with the the company's continually upgraded mainframe that he's not even registered as an employee. He's seen only once in awhile--late at night--by a scared cleaning lady who walks in on him in the bathroom.

2. The story of the great flood and all that - the Annunaki wanted to wipe out the last race of ape-grey gene splice gold mining slaves (the big Nephilim/bigfoot/Goliath/titans) and start again because they made us in their image and likeness and with many of their powers, their ability to tap into the higher dimensions of consciousness (there are nine total), to vibrate their Kundalini energy in and out of existence and forward and backwards through time, and into alternate dimensions. So when this earlier gigantic race learned how to 'wink out' they no longer wanted to mine gold for their masters. They had the power to hide, and went on the run. The next wave of hybrids had these aspects of the brain shut off, the wings clipped, and were smaller--less uppity, more easily impressed by light shows.

But the cleansing flood couldn't reach the high up mountains, which is why the bigfoot and yeti are often found up there.

3. The reason Bigfoots are sometimes witnessed getting into and out of UFOs is explainable as either a kind of bigfoot terminator or traitor, working to infiltrate the bigfoot colonies, or various 'friendly' alien visitors--the equivalent of, say, Kevin Costner in Dances with Wolves. The bigfoots on UFOs would be like the old Apache trackers signed on with the US Cavalry to help them hunt other tribes. Some Native Americans were eager to leave their tribal way of life, become Christians- - that's something our apologist liberal literature forgets, preferring to go the other way in focus (the Costner)

Riding with the wolf metaphor then, this taps into what I talk about on this site re the common snide dismissal of contemporary lack of evidence alien visitation, etc. "Why don't they land on the White House lawn?" It's like saying if we want to research wolf packs in Alaska why don't we go into their den and challenge the alpha male to a snarling contest then wag our tail and let them sniff our crotch? Instead we do what the aliens do, zap them with a tranq dart, haul them into our mobile lab, tag them with a tracking chip so we can study migration habits, draw a blood sample, measure them head to tail, weigh them, look at their teeth, take some photos and DNA samples, and release them back into the wild with no explanation or apology to their pack. But there are also humans who hunt them from helicopters, so forgive them if they think we're all evil and to be avoided, hidden from, which is not hard as they can smell us coming from miles away.

How do I know all this? I asked my 'channeled' guru panther animal spirit guide! Believe it or not, that's what he 'told' me, in the weird non-linguistic way that spirit guides will where you ask your question while in a trance and "remember" being told the answer as a child or a dream or all along time's spectrum. Now, he's quite a trickster as I've learned on more than one occasion. But this all makes a lot more sense than some of the daffy theories they had on tonight's episode, so I'm posting it here. Make of it what you will, and remember, the truth is so strange no language can encompass it, so never be afraid to leave language at the door when entering the higher planes!

Reptilian Apocalypse Art: A Curation

Diana of Ephesus and the Slaves (1893–98). - G.A. Sartorio

Diana of Ephesus must have been a reptilian then, 'cuz she's green and wearing a very funky vestment. Then again to have that many slaves you got to be in the inner carnivore circle.

Luca Signorelli's The Damned Cast Into Hell, c. 1500 AD

There's a guy down there with a green ass! And one with the green chest and head of bull.

c. Justin Maller

This work by Justin Maller is strangely similar to a mystic vision I had over the course of two nights. The first night, I was at peace in this beautiful third universe / alternate dimension, assured love and light and eternal joy was mine for the stepping into, whenever I could spend a few minutes in lotus position inhaling mystic incense et al -- the second night I eagerly went 'back' and saw the gorgeous sky above paradise had this dark inky cloud stain and there wasn't anyone left around to 'talk' to except one frail voice that was like "you were gone so long, we could have used your help..." Dude, outside of space / time, a 24 hour period for us can be 24 million years for them -- and vice versa. We're waiting for the gods to return to us after being gone from our planet for hundreds of thousands of years, but to them they just went away for the weekend. They're on their way back to see how the experiment has progressed, and boy will they be shocked!

Reptilian clutching man, from "Vigeland's Strange Art in Oslo"

Erich Kuersten - Collage "Enki Makes the Man"

Anthropoloigical Amnesia: Don't Look into the Draco-camera!

"Any discovery can make us change the way we look at history." -- The History Channel

When I was a kid I was obsessed with the Big Question: I remember hearing even as a child that children forget their memories of early infancy so I made great efforts to remember them as a child of four or five remembering being two and three, and so on. So this question I remember pondering while lounging on my parent's bed, watching my mom change, get ready for various parties, putting on her wig (back then people wore wigs which they kept in big hatboxes on styrofoam heads, at least that's how I remember it). I was able to understand that I 'came out' of my mom, though the actual biology of it was muddled, I had no problem with it, and that was why I had some of her characteristics. But how did I have my father's?

She evaded a direct answer and I formulated an opinion that involved love acting as some radio transmitter of bio-detail. But it never quite gelled. Just 'loving each other' wasn't enough, it didn't explain things. Pondering that mystery is how we mature, it's where detective stories come from, we never really get a full answer.

That's how I feel about the issue of evolution. The answer mainstream science gives us reminds me of my mom's evasive "we just loved each other" answer, that's the Darwin approach. The answer the Christians give is the radio transmitter Erich theorem; each makes a lot less sense than what we will later find out to be true. Our evolution from apes-- 'our mother'---is  clear enough from our cursory resemblance, but the father element--who and how--has never been adequately explained. Who did our ape mother "love"?

 (See Chritine Dickey's photo and accompanying text here)

Not long ago I had a mystical vision wherein a jet black evil alien source ripped back the delusional surface of our linear temporal reality, like a Mad magazine gatefold opening back out to show the full picture, showing whole chapters missing from our history, our history books printed with aliens as fact not fiction incorporated into all facets of human history, I mean the same edition there on the shelves turning instantly into something else. This is a history of genetic time ripple manipulation; our shared personal collective myth-history-memory altered to have included awareness of spiritual parasitical thievery and alien tampering since the dawn of time. It's always been there, on a higher level, and now we've evolved to the point we are finally able to see it, and that's the whole reason it's there to begin with, to make us want to evolve to see what we can't see otherwise. The question after where do babies come from is why. Why do babies come from? They come from you needing to ask.

After all, to reach the next level on a video game we don't change the disc. The information is dormant inside the disc already, waiting to be unlocked. If our reality could be said to be like that disc, we started with the level 'Stone Age' and worked up to 'Atomic Age' and next is 'Biotech' as we learn to modify and access our brains via mind-expanding interface technology, i.e. a movie you watch via connecting a chip into your own IT port, as per the science fiction of William Gibson, and somewhere before or after that, is the revelation of the galactic brotherhood, still waiting inside the disc for us to unlock whatever lock they're waiting to hear click before they extend their hearty handclasps and everyone starts currying our favor in their long-standing war.

Who knows, maybe we'll wake up one day and headlines wont say "Alien Menace Revealed as Truth" it will skip all that and presume we've always known and suddenly we will have always known and never even remember a time when our evil alien masters weren't in charge. The first headline of the new order will say "Current Reign of Aliens over Humans alleged to have begun in 1967."

Of course this all speculation, mere right-brained vision quest feedback, but if it feels true, maybe it is. Certainly once you admit the reality of alien visitations--even in theory--a whole vast nest of unpleasant concerns opens itself up, and that's the only thing that explains the reason, I think, that debunkers feel such a need to prove it's all hoaxes and hallucinations, and the military does us a favor in denying all.

Same with atheists... what's the deal with their need to tell everyone there's no god, or to even pronounce themselves atheists? Do you need to pronounce and announce you don't like celery at the grocery store, slapping it out of other shoppers' hands? Why harp on a lack of something? What benefit can come from asserting your atheism? It's like asserting you have cat allergies. I have cat allergies and it sucks but I don't make billboards about it or preach to cat owners about how they shouldn't have cats because I am allergic. To each his own. I have nothing against cats. They've helped me with mice problems and loneliness in the past. More power to 'em. But they have made my life a living hell at times.

That's one reason the governments that know the real truth hide the evidence. Governments that aren't fully in the loop can join the rest of us in wondering... When we 'believe' in aliens they won't be UFOs anymore -- they will have names, like a Hannebu IV, a Vimana Epoch I, a Reticuli 345-ZX, or a Dracos Triangle II. And since we have no control over them, but rather vice versa, life will suddenly be a lot less 'easy.'

Lord Ashtar

Everything is fractals of everything else. Compare the alien's treatment of humanity as a whole and the west's treatment of, say, indigenous populations in jungles and deserts. Part of us wants to protect a more primitive way of life, another wants to get rich off exploiting our superiority, and that's how we're viewed by the Galactic Federation (1), led by Lord Ashtar, a kind of extra-terrestrial UN. The GF has a hands-off approach: they'll come if asked, but they don't want to mess up our development. Coming in now would be like the adults doing their kids' math homework. So they cordon off our Earth, make it a no-fly zone. They only let established scientific research expeditions with special permits fly in, the way African game wardens might admit zoologists who promise they only want to tag some gazelles. Part of the deal is that the zoologists have to obey certain protocol or the wardens ban them from returning. But let's say these zoologists are just a ploy, like in any Tarzan film, there's always the shady greedy hunter who evades the game warden by hanging out under the cover of the good safari.

And that's what we on Earth have been enduring for thousands of years. We're a bunch of apes being studied by some gray robots, deep in their 'research.' Abductions continue just so the aliens have an excuse to stick around. As long as the evil greys are doing this big elaborate biological monitoring program, Ashtar has to let them stick around. But the greys don't give two shits for the breeding program! It's a stall, an excuse to steal our DNA and take over our government.

The reptilians in this analogy would be poachers, or shady real estate developers who convince the native primitive chiefs (Black budget military-corporation conglomerates) to sell the land under our feet for a bag of shiny marbles. The Galactic Federation doesn't like to see us exploited but what can they do, when the UN doesn't really know anything? Not much, except protests and sanctions... unless Commander Ashtar gets an official request for help (the way say the US had to wait for an official request before sending aid to tsunami-torn Japan). According to some sources, such as fallenalien.com, Ashtar is Satan... this page will blow your mind. Dig the Obama-Akhenaton comparison. Don't run to the first lightbeing who offers you protection, but don't run from him either. Be cool, like the Fonz:

I personally vote for Ashtar, despite the fallen alien paranoia. Sure the GF are complicated, showy and manipulative, but who isn't? In order for the UN to intervene and kick our reptilian manipulators off the planet we're going to need to pick a side and give up the idea of perfect light and love anywhere but the ninth dimension. As far as fourth and fifth dimensions go, Ashtar's got it all -- looks, brains, nice hair. But in order for the intervention to happen we have to believe such a federation exists, and that's just what the evil reptilians don't want. That's why they stay in the shadows and use their human puppets to run things, and suppress any evidence of their existence, as well as banning the means of obtaining insight into trans space-time consciousness, like a nature documentary crew who hide in the bushes and hypnotize their Serengeti subjects to just act naturally and not look at the camera.

by Richard A. Poppe

So here's an idea: even if you don't believe in aliens, pray and ask the Galactic Federation to counsel us. If it's all just mythic wishful thinking then why not just play along? Lovecraft shared his Necronomicon with other writers like August Derleth and Robert E. Howard, and now a lot of people think it's a real book. That's why of course an actual Necronomicon showed up (above, and here), as if it never was just made up!!

Of course, just be sure your meditations are to the right source. Who can you trust? If your government is manipulating you, and being manipulated in turn, what can you do? Don't wait for someone else to come clean up your mess or explain where babies come from! They come from plankton!

The Truth is a Hoax, and that is a Lie.

Do Alien abductees recognize their captors in any of the myriad alien autopsy pics, wikileaks (Skinny Bob, etc.) and vids available on youtube? I'm sure 90% are faked, and that we can't tell which is which is what makes it somehow bearable... do we really want to know for sure? Think about it.

I'm sure folks have noticed before, but check out the alien in the lower right corner of this alleged 'hoax' UFO shot, and its uncanny resemblance to the 'autopsy alien' which was also supposed to have been faked, but 'based on real evidence,' i.e. the guy who hoaxed it saw footage of the real one ... but really who knows what is real. I'm not the first to ponder whether the aliens or the CIA themselves create the hoaxes to spread confusion and disinformation and thus make the real footage fake by association.

Note the gashed out chunk of the leg in the above photo is in the opposite leg below

Then there's this recently 'leaked' footage of some humanoid on a stretcher surrounded by official types. The cameraman is terrible of course - why wouldn't you want to just shoot the thing and not keep waving the camera around? Was it a hidden camera? Either way in certain shots it looks like the same alien from the autopsy and the top alleged hoax UFO crash. But other moments it looks like a normal human who maybe got his face melted off, and note the very human like feet, two of them. So... what is it all about?


Below: another autopsy that's supposed to be from Belgrade, though some say it's just a badly burned up jet pilot:

Now back when it was on Showtime, I accidentally saw the made for cable movie Roswell starring Kyle Mclachlan as Jesse Marcel. Why the hell isn't this film available on DVD if not a government conspiracy? I remember an alien in surgery who briefly comes alive and grabs a nurse's hand (she recounts it in flashback, followed by her threats from mysterious government agents). I can't be sure but I think this might be a shot from that film:

Or it could be a shot from the exhibit in the Roswell museum:

A lot of people seem to believe more in the hoaxes than in more 'real' reports. But since it's the thing they saw that convinced them, which if you believe, as I do, in the validity of the phenomena (there's just too much convincing evidence to deny) yet are suspicious of the autopsy footage, is like poetic justice, like where a guy gets convicted for a murder he didn't do but we cheer anyway because he did murder someone else and got away with it. The hoaxers are like the corrupt cops who fake evidence to get a conviction even though they know the guy is guilty anyway. Getting caught doing that is what sprung O.J. in the end, and made Hank Quinlan get shot by Pete his partner in Touch of Evil, so be careful what you wish for... and just realize that that big globular invader of your living room is a citizen of the pumpkin patch and if you should hear a knock on your door but no one's there, that was no Martian, it's 2012.

Smoking Guns and Drag: Italian Abduction and manifestation-materialization-ufo-drag-queen-delirium

A crazed essay from me appears in "UFO Drag Queen / Delirium" - a laudable fusion of alien theory, photography, strange brew, and god knows what else (Get it from Lulu!). Some of my pals from the C Influence are also in it: Bruce Duensing (Intangible Materiality) and Rick Phillips (The Heavy Stuff).

(From Roger Leir's blog) This video of an abductee in Italy (below) includes handprints, chem analysis, implants, markings, and a horrific-looking alien fetus, the result of an abortion --the ultimate sign of monstrous evil in Catholic Italy! The woman relays the typical gray tale of a race with exhausted DNA breeding with humans to try and save their race. Some in the know say this is just a fable the grays tell for reasons of their own, and the breeding program is just the mandate of an even more highly advanced, and long gone, master race.