The Zealots of Doubt, or why skeptics are the new cranks

 "Let me add one more important point: The general a priori-scepticism, the systematic, total denial, damages, even destroys the basic value of the human testimony with grave and incalculable consequences, since it is indeed the fundament of human society, if individual, social or religious. Of course there is always one or the other exemption, there are errors and lies, but generally all our life is based on what we learned from others. It is unthinkable to live without this basic confidence, unimaginable are the consequences of a general negation of the human experience on the individual, social and religious life. It would destroy the very fundament of any human society! " -- Monsignore Corrado Balducci, Rome

"..if God exists and he actually made a cloud formation in the sky that literally said “I exist – signed, God“, skeptics would chalk it up to people seeing what they want to see. If God literally materialized in the sky so that everyone could see, I’m pretty sure skeptics would chalk it up to a rare light formation in the atmosphere due to the ionization of cosmic radiation (or some similar nonsense). My point is simply this: Commitment to doubt is not synonymous with commitment to truth. Skeptics however, can rarely tell the difference." --Xenlogic- Atheism Exposed

"There are still some things science is too young to understand" - Ewan McGregor, Angels and Demons 

Watching a TV documentary on the infamous 1952 exorcism wherein presumably objects flew around the room, I finally lost it when some smartass skeptic 'psychology major' interviewed for the documentary dismissed these reports noting that "firsthand accounts are notoriously unreliable"! So this skeptic claims he is a more reliable judge of what went on in that 1952 real-life exorcist case than the priests that were there, who recorded the objects flying around in scrupulous notes. He believes he's right purely because textbooks and learned scientific consensus can't measure, understand, validate or admit in things beyond it's self. That's as it should be, to a point. Whether they are right or not is immaterial. They probably are, but that's kind of a bummer, the one who chides the birthday party magician, assuring all the other kids it's 'just a trick.' 

Generally that's the kid no one likes. Take note, science! You're a drag. 

But of course all the psych major's knowledge on the subject comes from professors and Western Medical Consensus that regularly denies what it does not understand - yet is taken as 'truth.' The trouble with such strains of thought is that a truth can't exist unless it's already learned about. Science can never grasp that which remains out of its reach, since it is sure it's already reached it.

Even though the web is choked on quotes from NASA and astronauts about firsthand alien experience, these skeptics--who haven't even deigned to glance at the mountain of evidence-- have decided a priori the witnesses and experts are all either lying or hallucinating or misinterpreting marsh gas. This is a scary thought: people in charge of protecting our country from invasion can't recognize stars, aircraft or marsh gas when they see them. But that doesn't concern skeptics, who are confident that whatever they were taught about reality at their university is true, and all else hopelessly unimportant or the ravings of the less intelligent and deluded. They claim they'll believe in aliens when they can meet one in person, yet they believe in George Washington based purely on ("notoriously unreliable") firsthand witness reports filtered down through the ages, some sketchy portraits, a diary, all of which could be faked, and the unreliable commonality of history books. Since they don't get a chance to meet Washington, by logical association with their denial UFOs, he may not have actually existed. And clearly Washington, if he existed, was delusional because he saw UFOs and was visited by alien spirits too. How he ever forged a country without the help of smarmy psych majors to set him straight we'll never know.

Kevin Cook, a smirky dillweed

The thing is, these people who dismiss these things so smarmily are not true skeptics, because skeptics keep an open mind. Like Sherlock Holmes, they believe in nothing and everything until evidence is conclusive and sometimes not even then. In that definition I am more of a skeptic than say the odious Cook (right).

"Just remember one thing: don't be skeptical halfheartedly. Be a total skeptic. When I say be a  total skeptic, I mean that your skeptical ideas should also be put to the same test as anybody else's beliefs. Skepticism, when it is total, burns itself out because you have to question and doubt your skepticism too. You cannot leave your skepticism without doubt; otherwise that is the standpoint of the believer" - Osho

Now, there are skeptics who are open-minded, who can grasp the mystery, and who can surrender their doubt long enough to entertain the possibility - who don't let their doubt sink their ship of open-minded wonderment anymore than they let belief uproot their staunch open-minded doubt. Such a skeptic is Gordon Bonnet of Skeptophilia (read his hilarious response to my ideas on Bigfoot here). A true skeptic is not someone who merely clings to their narrow worldview and defends it like a frightened NRA member patrolling the Mexican border. A true skeptic is not swayed either by science or religion. They are not suckers but neither are they fundamentalist defenders of the 'norm'.

BUT when you deny all evidence to the contrary, even if it's just firsthand accounts, because it doesn't fit your paradigm, then you are not a skeptic: you are exactly what you're seeking to expose -- a crank, a deluded nut. Instead of raving about phantoms and insects inside your skin you're a drowning man clinging life-vestedly to the most safe and mainstream 'norms' of science, but you're still a nut. At that point skepticism no longer means curious or open to new ideas or a willingness to suspend judgment until the facts are in, but instead it is the last refuge of paranoid fledgling 'experts' in fields who have been spending fortunes on post-grad studies and parroting the party line that will award them power and tenure.

Skeptics will accept that they are annoying everyone around them if it means they are the center of attention. Suddenly the UFO Hunters aren't theorizing and getting their minds boggled on some new piece of evidence, instead they're trying to convince Kevin Cook that the evidence is in fact slightly more than what can be explained away by marsh gas or a hubcap tossed in the air. Cook is a great example of the kid no one likes so he learns to passive aggressively seek attention with a kind of continual negative-reinforcement he mistakes as public service (for example - threatening to tell the teacher that the other kids are smoking). Notes UFO MAG:

Here's hoping UFO Hunters gets rid of the new skeptoid, or that at least things improve. Maybe Cook will get a clue. I'm certainly not going to give up watching the program. Let's hope Cook gets off his snarky little horse and stops with the smirking, and shows us he's actually done some research about UFOs

On the show Ancient Aliens we learn that the founding fathers of our country were "men of science - their belief in extraterrestrials was part of their conception of the universe," (see it here). This is how it should be regarding reports of UFOs, a given. We need to trust eyewitness accounts the way we trust them in a courtroom. After all, most men and women of science admit there are countless planets out there which could support life, and one or two (or two million) could be more advanced than us, and certainly it's not inconceivable that one day, millions of years from now, we might be able to fold space or travel back in time. At the same time, skeptics contemptuously dismiss anything or anyone that suggests it might already be happening / happened. It can't be true, of course, but it can be true, one day. It's like a kid runs inside screaming about seeing Bigfoot and his dad punishes him for lying. Moments later a newscast comes on and says there's proof Bigfoot was in the area, sighted and confirmed by the police and military, but the dad still doesn't believe his son or lift the punishment. He's worried the kid will think he's wishy-washy.

The founding fathers wrote their papers long before 1952, which was when the whole debunking and ridiculing thing started as part of Operation Bluebook.  That's the most absurd part -- the ridicule contingent genuinely thinks they're free of delusion, they're too smart to be taken in by the whole UFO nonsense, but the ridicule and dismissal was generated through a deliberate government program of ridicule that didn't exist until 1952. It's a bit like the war on drugs... for awhile LSD was legal and being tested in hundreds of hospitals and college studies. Groundbreaking insight into all sorts of mental illnesses, new therapies, etc. right and left. Then, suddenly and without due diligence, it was illegal. Anyone who still stuck up for it, or who took it, was a criminal, insane, deluded, requiring hospitalization. Similarly, I've been browbeaten by a lot of women who look at me like I'm their kid they caught shoplifting when I mention UFOs. But it's the skeptics and browbeaters who are the shoplifters, for they never once examine or question virulence of their own position, which is not even their own. Do they wake children up to tell them Santa Clause doesn't exist? Why don't they go to hospitals and lecture cancer patients about the impossibility of a hereafter or a God on their death beds? Why are they scared to entertain the possibility of broadening the parameters of the known? Is it so important for their negativity to be heard? If they truly don't believe in something why mention it. I don't go around yelling at children about the impossibility of unicorns, yet I don't believe they exist. Does this mean I'm a hypocrite? No, I'm just not a dick.

These skeptics never bother to read up and learn the shady origins of their ridicule. Skeptics don't like to feel they've been influenced, or that they're just drones of social conditioning, even as they parrot the status quo like indoctrinated fascists.

 "Radio has no future. Heavier-than-air flying machines are impossible. X-rays will prove to be a hoax."--William Thomson, Lord Kelvin English scientist, 1899.  

"Meanwhile there is the forbidden technology, of Tesla and Reich, the forbidden sciences of Crowley and Jack Parsons, the idea of quantum entanglement, the final arrival of physics into the realm of being able to rationalize and explain telepathy, the power of prayer and its possible influence on otherworldly communication. The irrefutable proof of telepathy; the conclusive Princeton prayer studies. Are the scientists saying ants and birds are more evolved than us? Science admits it's barely begun to explore the 'other' 90% of the brain, all while ridiculing any conjecture about what the unknown 90% may consist of. Telepathy is ridiculous (why? They can't be bothered to ask their superiors for fear of being branded a kook); science admits they've discovered less than 20% of all the creatures that exist in the ocean, but sea serpents are ridiculous.

"At this point in the game, dogmatic denial and professional debunking constitute the irrational... Why do we, as a highly educated and supposedly free society, allow these fake rationalisms and this constant censorship campaign to continue unchallenged?" - Whitley Streiber 

The thing is, those of us who are open to mysteries include all sorts of high level pols and deep thinkers, but the few skinny little shitheads who know nothing about the topic just get to mouth the popular reactionary opinion like an invisible throng of supporters is continually applauding them. They get on TV because, in the end, the TV suits want this weird shit couched in doubt... only Ancient Aliens rises above, realizing that dismissive 'experts' just sound as outgunned as celibacy-advocating virgins at a Haight Ashbury acid test.

The more we understand these things the more it is about vibrations, that there is no truth, only waves, and when we've learned to measure and translate the waves and frequencies that as yet lie outside our senses, then all this will be self-evident. The few times I've been outside my body I've felt these vibrations and understood them as channels on a radio, like being able to travel through a red glowing root system that connects you to everything - your nervous system and its impressions are suddenly catalogued and transcended; your senses are flooded and united by the overpowering signal; your radio suddenly tuning into the far away stations perfectly clear, hearing consciously the music that was always there, in the airwaves, regardless of your tuning in or not.

But since I experience these things on occasion, I'm a freak. If the most unimaginative of people can't feel or experience something, can't measure it, then science not only ignores it, but persecutes, even bullies, those who continue to explore it.

Thus do we grind our human progress to a halt, all so the skeptic can smile his smug smile.

I believe this is largely because of neurochemistry: the left (logical-analytical) brain and right (intuitive-creative) brain are in an ideological war. The right brained people acknowledge the importance of the left, while the left-brained often dismiss the right as a lot of unreliable fantasy. That's why they fail to see the big picture or if they do, it's a soulless void, godless and empty.

 Sooner or later you have to surrender all that and step into the unknown, so while the skeptic barks and growls to protect his giant faceless 1%, are you really gonna let him shame you into not following the white rabbit down the hole?

I hate to break it to you, o skeptic puppy dog, your owner has no biscuit to toss you for your betrayal of your own brood. You can either let go of your own leash and open your damn mind, or you can just stay behind and feed your doggy-in-the-window soul to the reptiles until all that's left of you is your Cheshire smirk. Either way, just stay out of my paranormal documentaries or face the wrath of the Ring!!

Can you guess which one is the smirky dillweed?

ADDENDUM:

There's a new show on NatGeo, CHASING UFOS that has a skeptic even more annoying than Kevin Cook! He's Ben Something, and he's super smug in his dismissal of all evidence as explainable by natural rationalizations. As awesome as Erin Ryder is (above, center), I couldn't even get five minutes in due to this disrespectful, skeevy skeptic. Who in the hell gave him a camera or a right, and why does NatGeo insist on poisoning the well with these tiresome types? If you had a show about molecular physics would you insist on adding a bible belt hysteric who kept proclaiming no molecules exist, only the lord? In truth, those poor dumb Christians are ten times righter than old Ben with his hysterical blindness to anything he didn't learn in grad school. Bullying witnesses as if it's their moral duty to convince him of their sightning's validity, he's an insulting and hostile pisher who should be barred from all television.

There's nothing wrong with a skeptic if they're open minded (Ryder calls herself a 'skeliever' and that's kind of where I'm at with it all, too), but smug dorks like Ben will be closing their eyes and counting to ten refusing to believe a flood is coming long after they've officially drowned. And good riddance.

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.

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!