The Deluded and the Divne - Space Distance, Occam's Razor, and Goatman

The History Channel and its conglomerates (H2, Destination America) are awash in cryptozoology and alien documentaries these days, and science is at last beginning to notice the 'alien stamp on DNA' (here) - and I for one couldn't be more tickled to death about it. However, I have to wonder just how much they are advancing the 'cause' of full disclosure vs. indicating we're still largely a clueless breed of bioengineered livestock, regularly harvested for our chi before we even know we have it, by crafty Archons with magnetic suction nets. What? Have I said too much!? I got my Chi sucked last year, and am getting justice anyway I can. I do believe the truth is in there - amidst the speculation and things ancient astronaut theorists contend.

HOWEVER

There is one channel that insults our intelligence by refusing to consider ANY of the mountains of evidence and worthy speculation regarding aliens: the Science channel, which is now attempting to compete with their own brand of alien-focused programming, with scientists speculating on what our visitors will look like when and if they ever drop by. They don't even address the vast history of eyewitness'accounts, and indeed ignore the entire field of UFO studies, to ponder instead what aliens may look like and how it would be impossible for them to travel to our planet over such long distances even at the speed of light.

If you take these Science channel shows at face value, you would think we'd yet to even see a single saucer. Clearly, until a scientist has a real, dead alien to dissect, the entire field of UFO research--which has libraries of convincing evidence for anyone who cares to investigate--is just a lot of hallucinations and misinterpreted swamp gas, EVEN THOUGH the scientists who initially started using the 'swamp gas defense', Alan Hynek, has admitted it was bullshit requested by the CIA and Air Force in order to diffuse mounting panic.

I've written in the past why I partially understand this approach. If you doubt the citizenry would panic over a full-on admission fo the existence of UFOs, just examine the fall-out after the Phoenix lights in 1997, or Roswell, when the media stormed the police and military phone lines and no one could get a call through to save their lives. The CIA saw this and realized enemy agents could completely cripple our defenses just by launching a phony craft, so they told the Air Force to begin the ridicule and swamp gas-labeling. And as often happens with insecure cliques, science eventually started believing its own cover story.

First of all a dead giveaway is when a supposedly up-to-date (on quantum mechanics) scientist starts rambling about how far away the nearest star is, and that it would take whatever million years to travel there. I can't help but think of, say, a Catholic priest in the Middle Ages scoffing at the idea you could sail 'around' a world that is flat--perhaps launching an investigation intent on 'clearing up' once and for all any foolish notions of circumvention; or a scientist in the 1700s exclaiming that 'flying' from New York City to California inside of a single afternoon will always be utterly impossible since how would you even get a horse and covered wagon into the air?

The things is, scientists didn't USED to be so narrow-minded. Ben Franklin, Jefferson, and the original founders of America all believed in alien visitations. Some of them had close encounters of all the various kinds. When George Washington had a visit from a mysterious glowing Nordic-style 'angel' at Valley Forge he wasn't ridiculed by his buddies. All the ridicule over saucer sightings really began as a defense against panic and security risks during the Cold War.

In some ways conventional science shows its become that which used to persecute it, i.e. provincial in the way it fears that reality and 'common knowledge' might get ahead of it. Therefore, if someone sees a vehicle traveling in the sky at a speed faster than science is ready to prove possible at that point in time, that witness is lying or misinterpreting a star. No one would question a witness seeing an object traveling at the speed of a modern jet today. If you go home to mom and say "I just saw this big jet streaking across the sky!" she wouldn't call you a liar and/or commit you to the sanitarium. But if you said you saw such a thing a mere 100 years ago, it would be quite a different story. Science wasn't yet ready to say such things were possible. And anyone who disagreed was an idiot or hoaxer.

For example science has recently discovered the possibility of millions of inhabitable planets in our galaxy alone, but Mr. Scientist, I assure  you those planets existed long before you discovered them. And if you think the distances between solar systems is too long to travel may I suggest two things --one, isn't space a vacuum? So why does it count as distance? You could probably collapse it with the right kind of gravitational engineering (and all the evidence of UFOs points to their operating on magnetic-gravitational manipulation) And two, imagine how much farther away those planets would seem if your spaceship was super small! Now gasp to realize that tiny aliens have visited our planet, as recently illuminated by Steven Greer:



Now, reverse it, imagine if your ship was millions of light years in diameter. Imagine not bringing a ship at all, why even need to lug bodies--with all their problematic needs--along? Why not work on just beaming our intelligence out into the stars and then find a suitable host once we reach a suitable planet, and begin evolving the life forms there into hosts for our non corporeal selves? Rather than traversing linear space we should be thinking about traversing dimensions, zones of conscious spatiality where size, distance, time, and depth all become meaningless concepts.

This idea becomes a fact of direct experience to anyone who's 'stepped out' into these dimensions, whether through abduction, meditation/spiritual awakening, and/or psychedelics, and that's why one feels so sorry for the Science Channel clinging to its deluded hypotheses about 'what alien life could be like' and wondering why no one watches their show. If they took more acid and stuff, maybe they wouldn't be so protective and fretful over their little corner of the known.

Instead of the Science Channel then, we're busy watching Ancient Aliens and UFO Hunters and now Alien Witness and Alien Mysteries, because, simply put, we believe our fellow man's own eyes, and in evidence even if its been stolen or confiscated. We trust the farmer who says he saw something in his field vs. the smug skeptic a hundred miles away who dismisses it all as swamp gas without even checking whether there's a swamp. We open-minded sorts--the TRUE skeptics--use a simple scientific Occam's razor which operates on the principle that when faced with a mystery, the most logical and obvious solution is usually the right one.  If you consider the size of the galaxy, the age of it relative to our brief span here on earth, the impossibility of us--even now--engineering something as giant and odd as the Great Pyramid, and our vast difference from all other life on this planet--then it begins to make sense that aliens exist and seeded us into being. It is simply logical. It is much, much MUCH more far-fetched to think every other inhabitable planet (and most scientists believe there are some out there, based if for no other reason on the sheer size of space) is deserted except for microbes, or patiently waiting for us to master inter-dimensional electromagnetic propulsion before they manifest into reality.

 HOWEVER -

I cannot nor do I wish too remove the comforting cloud of folklore from around these things.

My jaw dropped when I saw the latest episode of Monsters and Mysteries in America this weekend, a new show which deals more in cryptozoology than aliens, though I think they are connected in their ability to transcend space-time (see my Bigfoot Mystery solved post). The most recent episode had a section on a Satanic entity from the coal country of Kentucky they call the Goatman, who somehow possesses foolhardy local teens and leads them onto a very dangerous train trestle where they often meet their deaths. Apparently the acoustics of the valley where the trestle runs muffles the sound of approaching trains until they're right on top of you. Or maybe that's just Goatman mojo.

While I'd be the last person to openly dismiss such a claim I'm much more intrigued by the possibility of it being pure myth. Here, at last, in broad daylight, is living folklore fulfilling its highest function, to add mythic resonance to a foolish waste of life. Bored kids stuck in nowhere heartland America do this shit all the time - and often Discovery or History or MTV is there to catch it. When a kid dies for such a dumb reason as climbing a tressle to show off to his friends, the tragedy is such that one naturally wishes to make it less the kid's fault and more supernatural. What's interesting too is that these kids who die on the trestle are drawn there to SEEK the Goatman, so just the legend in and of itself draws kids to their deaths. 




This kind of urban myth-making is what every scientist and priest fears, of course, that we will return to this dark ages mindset - blaming unseen entitties for everything from our own crimes to bad harvests, wage cuts, and lost car keys... until, as it always does, this fear of the unknown and unseen spreads to accusing the weirder locals of being witches - and then the noose, and cross, and burning alive, and drowning. 

I'm not arguing whether or not he exists. In fact I spent a two-week summer camp stint in Maryland with a group of kids who did nothing but draw goat man pictures all day and shiver in our beds all night with fear he was walking around outside. (this version was a half-goat half-scientist who carried an axe).

ONE LAST THING
I'm always fascinated when someone is abducted by aliens, apparently randomly--being in the wrong place, wrong time --and then the trauma of their ordeal gradually leads to hypnotic regression uncovering a whole history of abduction experiences dating back through childhood. My thesis is that these memories did not exist prior to this 'first' abduction, the random one, but aliens can time travel  along the lines of human memory, in effect abducting the subject as he recalls the abduction--simultaneously!

This is only a theory of course, but if you imagine memory as a sound wave, or electromagnetic brain function, then the alien abductions could be an interdimensional radio broadcast that travels in both directions along time lines, examining the evolution of its subject forward and back once initial examination is made. Human researchers abduct animals in the wild, do quick examinations, then tag the animal with a tracking device before releasing them back into the wild. From then on they monitor their movements, and perhaps abduct them at a later date. BUT - what if after abducting them we could monitor their movements and rates of growth and change both  going forward AND backward? Would, in the days that followed the 'first' abduction, the subject--and even his family and other witnesses--begin to 'remember' abductions stretching back into childhood?

I've 'always' felt that being abducted is kind of like having a Nielsen box - you're representing humanity but who are you? I've never met a Nielsen subject OR an alien abductee, to my knowledge, and yet you represent me! I thank you for your service, and count my blessings.

Fractures from an Azetec Mirror

 

A Way to Win is to Not Play or is that Losing?
And either way, whatever.

My granny is cruising through her 90s in a warp that sucks me in by number.
All through the long visits I felt death pull me like gravity, like time pulls the meat off a chicken bone, like it pulls the planets along behind it as it sucks and roars along,
like stringed tin cans on a baptism-cum prom-cum wedding-cum-funeral car,
like Flash Gordon gradually fading into youtube
 and then all just raw conscious thoughtlessness - a dull roar of white static, in which you may at times think you hear the ocean, or vice versa... all voices that you hear are your own, you realize, in this 2001-Kubrick room of the self, and outside that, the serpent swimming through the blue veins of your aging relations, swimming both towards you and away, towards you and away...

I've been unable to leave the house, no matter where I go. (EK - 2008)

the fish and the net - A story of Pisces writers
The fish bring Jesus a TV sonar device. Jesus,, they say, you are a fishermen and we would have you catch us easier. The apostle fishermen and Jesus head out with the sonar device, following the fish to the middle of the Sea of Galilea. Then right as they’re about to cast their net, a commercial for Lite beer appears on the screen. Hypnotized, the apostles drop the net. They want to try these beers, so Jesus makes them appear and they drink and he bids them cast the net, but then a cigarette commercial comes on. And so on. The fish live happily ever after and Jesus ends up using all his miracles and the apostles become couch potatoes. You know the rest. It’s a metaphor for how the internet interferes with my ability to concentrate on finishing this story.

Deep into the psychosphere with Adam Scott Miller

 They're kind of dark, a little unhinged, but beautiful enough that you just want to crawl inside and dissolve into they ley lines. I'm speaking of course of the work of Adam Scott Miller, or Corpus Callosum at deviantart. Thanks to sites like deviantart there's more chances than ever to stumble across psychedelic greatness like this.

 I'd place his work somewhere between Alex Grey and the ayahuasca day-glo on black background paintings the amazon basin artists, with just a dash of black light poster 70s bad ass-ness. Tune in, tune out, tune back in and enjoy.

Bust through your Program: Archons, Laura Eisenhower and the Blood Fountain Antenna

What if the reason our trickster alien gods give us apocalypse dates is so they can get us 'living in the moment' and opening our heart chakras, then have the date come and go with no apocalypse, leaving us bewildered and confused. They swoop in to 'harvest' the chakra energy we were storing (via our soul's expansion, which we encouraged so our heart could weigh lighter than a feather and we wouldn't get trapped in duality). They lower their vacuum and suck up all our gathered, confused Chi like cops busting confused post-concert hippies (for loitering) after they leave the Dead show and notice all their cars have been towed. We then interpret the feeling of loss to disappointment, shame, winter doldrums, and so forth. Fuck yeah I believe someone is tainting my precious bodily fluids!

O hindu Kali goddess!! Is the nature of human sacrifice then to dispel this? To pay off the harvester with a surrogate set of chakras? Take all the chakra energy of these victims, sift the gold and silicon from their blood, but leave me mine.

Like the Thugees we will not spill one drop of our offering's blood. I'm watching an Ancient Aliens rerun as I write this: "without human sacrifice and offering human blood, the Aztecs believed, the universe would die." Not the universe, jack, just you. Sure does sound like the archons to me! Getting you so scared you sell out your neighbor to spare your own hide, that's the whole reason they scared you!




Aztecs slaughtering 20,000 people to christen a temple-- man that's cold.

With 20,000 disheartened victims the whole temple should be awash in blood, knee-deep pools all around the edifice, but what if all the blood vanished before it hit the floor, and in its place some awesome red shadow of a griffin began to take shape, a half-formed demonic entity willing its extra-dimensional prism of timeless presence into 3-D space-time like corkscrewing a rainbow through a pinpoint, the blood a form of communication, and iron, and even small amounts of gold illuminating the outlines of the monster? I actually envisioned the above drawing as how the Bohemian Grove's child sacrifices might look to wide-eyed initiates for the first time... these galactic leeches slowly appearing inside the blood fountain like some goblin rainbow effect.... how gold figures into it I'm not sure quite yet, but I know there's gold in them our hills.

How much gold may not be as important as what kind of gold, or Silicon, which together with the gold acts as a transmitter, in harmony with other base metals. So having this stuff released at a specified time and place, along with freed electromagnetic soul energy may act as a sort of antenna, the spilling waterfall geysers of blood being a transdimensional TV antennae and the manifesting reptillian monster is the 'image' received.

Archons - feeding on human misery and fear because it releases a little something extra in the blood - the DMT of the dying and other glandular produce that the Archons find irresistible, like crack. So Gnostics work to escape them by transcending duality, by moving their spirit to the forefront and passing the rows of distractions the Archons set up.

Lastly, here is Laura Eisenhower...


Let it go!

Psychonauts are its Snackfood

 

I just found these great photoshop nightmares by Tom Ardans. Check out the rest of them here

If you've ever done a lot of Salvia Divinorum while in a deep meditative trance,... on the WRONG day.. the maybe you draw this being into your orbit, or get drawn into his/hers. 

Can it be Lovecraft was just naturally laden with DMT in his brain and/or had bad bouts of schizophrenia but was cool enough to find an outlet in his fiction? And what of this genius Ardans?? I don't know, but I'm an instant fan, and just glad I'm not alone out there in the cosmic void, wherein each new inhale of the purple mist might bring you an angel advisor answering your questions with patient benevolence or one of these giant Medusa slowly revolving like a giant planet below and you pinned helplessly waiting for its squid like maw to revolve below you and inhale you like so much popcorn at the movies.

2012 is a memory: No Apocalypse, No Aloha

So 12.21.12 came and went. There were no aliens, no volcano erupted, no meteor crashed, no new anything happened and yes haltingly I stumbled like an off-guard Republican at a press conference. I should have cried, or conveyed my sadness, which was even then too deep perhaps to voice. Ah, I said, but the change is within. The change is within us all. The 2012 event horizon is where the personal and the universal meet. Yeah, right.

This is, unfortunately what even Ancient Aliens doesn't understand. There was an AA marathon last night and they were talking of Nazi archaeologists using Buddhism's secrets of astral voyaging --going outside the confines of space and time-- as the foundation of some time machine they had created underground in Hungary somewhere to travel back and forth through time.

Why would space travel, which is (allegedly) how 90% of alien travel is done to begin with (just as 90% of our communication now is via cell phones and Skype and email), have anything to do with actually lugging some physical body around outside of space and time? The ONLY way to do that is by going through black holes (allegedly), so if your nowhere near one, you're never going back to anywhere, anymore than you can use a chute in Chutes and Ladders if you're not on that square. So it's only when earth is way way close to a black hole in the distant future will we be able to travel back to here, which is how I know, and I've said too much.

If we will ever master time travel, we've already mastered time travel.

As I wrote last month on Acidemic, the horror of facing an immanent personal apocalypse is what makes Xmas movies so cathartic -- i..e. Scrooge crying on his own gravestone while the ghost of Xmas future wags its skeleton finger, or Clarence showing the distraught Jimmy Stewart the dreariness his absence would portend in It's a Wonderful Life. So how could the impending doom of some long-ago predicted doomsday be anything but a guarantor of holiday cheer?

We should of course feel grateful nothing did happen, and find comfort in little everyday miracles. For my family on a dreary Xmas Friday it was finding the face of an alien (left) hidden in a bag of red potatoes! Or in the various jokes and wisecracks, at my expense, as usual. Or the sudden terror I felt when alone here in Arizona in Fred's house and the darkness of the desert night so sudden and ominous the way the pink ridge of evening just plunges straight to midnight made me think the aliens had come for me and had their ghostly trans-dimensional hands around my heart.

Maybe the surest sign of alien intervention is the relentless sameness of our world, where a minor disaster here and there effects only one side of one country, one power grid here or tornado path there, never enough to bring our status quo to a halt, never enough to wipe away our credit card debt in a huge burst of magnetic energy, or enough to wipe out all life through a super volcano eruption or massive meteor strike.

Someone is surely looking our for their investment.

Eckhart Tolle writes about working with inmates on death row and getting them to let go and embrace the light of pure consciousness through meditation. The change is so incredible that oftentimes the result is some sort of governmental pardon, but then -- since the void is no longer so close, the inmate goes back to coveting, scamming, lying and bargaining. Now, in 2013, they'll never want to market all the 2012 doomsday warning documentaries or rerun them on the History Channel. But we'll know this is all a dream, a colored cartoon carnival, an exact duplicate, a remnant, a thought, a sound wave beamed from the inter-galaxial fractal connection, and we are now living on repeat, a holographic image projected over a wasteland world.

Knowing all this won't help, but it won't hurt, and if life is going on just as before and it's annoying the hell out of us, maybe that's on us this time. We just can't wait anymore for some giant heavenly hand to pluck us off into some new dimension, we have to carve it out ourselves. It sucks, but it's true. As the technician said in Close Encounters of the The Third Kind, "it's the first day of school, fellas." -- and I don't wanna go, mom. I'm sick. I've been putting off the dentist, and the doctor, and career-planning, quitting smoking, and drinking Diet coke, all on the off-chance the world ends anyway. Now I have to face the music...

 (originally posted in a slightly different form on Acidemic - on 12/22/12)
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Other high and lowlights of the Year on Divinorum:

The Truth is a Hoax, Now that is a Lie  My analysis of various alien crash test dummies (Feb. 2)

"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, it's 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...."

Lord Ashtar

 Anthropological Amnesia - Humans Ain't Human

"Everything is fractals of everything else. Compare the alien's treatment of humanity as a whole and the First World's treatment of, say, indigenous populations in jungles and deserts. Part of us want 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 led by Lord Ashtar, a kind of extraterrestrial UN. The GF has a hands-off approach: they'll come if asked, but they don't want to mess up our development and turn us into just another cargo cult. 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 spaceships come in if they're scientific research expeditions with grants, the way African game wardens might admit zoologists who want to tranq and tag some lions to monitor their populations for some project. 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 tags along with the goodly white anthropologists; the greedy hunter evades the game warden, i.e. Tarzan, i.e. Lord Ashtar, by hanging out under the cover of the good safari."

The Tibetan-Nordic-Fashion-Huldra-LSD Aliens Connection 
(Uma Thurman is from Venus - Part 2)   (April 6)
My ultra-pronoid connecting of the dots between the Tibetan Book of the Dead, Uma Thurman, Timothy Leary, the Vrill society, ancient Egypt, Buddhism, Nordic aliens, the world of fashion, and psychedelics.

Prometheus and the Moon Maiden (May 17)

"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."

Zealots of Doubt: Or Why Skeptics are the New Cranks  (June 19)

"The left brain and right brain are in an ideological war. The thing is, the right brain people acknowledge the importance of the left, while the left-brained often dismiss the right as a lot of unreliable balderdash. That's why they fail to see the big picture or if they do, it's as a soulless void."

 Guide to the Ghost Documentaries of Cable
The top 17 ghost shows, regularly on Travel, Syfy, Bio, A&E, and Discovery are analyzed and reviewed.

The rest are recent enough you can slog them down through the ancient scrolls if you wish, so in the meantime, happy 2013. May you find something new to look forward to, now that there's no doomsday in sight.

From Acidemic:
Unconscious Contact: COMMUNION (2.21)
Where is the line between hallucination / cover memory and the 'real'? How much of the Whitley Streiber story is "true" in a concrete sense vs. the bleeding of dream reality into the real via, say, a hyperactive pineal gland? Again that's like asking what's more real, the top of Mount Everest or the bottom of the deepest part of the ocean? You've never been to either, so what the hell do you know about it? We confuse our TV nature shows with direct experience so why not the reverse? Perhaps our dream lives are the real reality, the only one any self-respecting alien wants to log into. Do sharks dream of being on dry land? Might not aliens look at our waking life like we look at the shark's ocean floor? A nice place to scuba dive, but if we want to do some serious marine biology investigation we have to hoist them onto the boat, as briefly as possible, then tag their dorsal fin and put them back in the water.... which as far as the shark is concerned is like being pulled by aliens into a dream, but that doesn't make us aliens... or does it? (more)

The Space Pilot-Ganesha-Scarab-Space Orb-Event Horizon genius of Wilby

I just found this genius guy while searching for collage images and watching Ancient Aliens. Wilby is his name, from Hawaii. It's pretty badass - like Alex Grey Rorschach meets Robert Williams meltdown. Check out his site of Visionary Art here .

The above image is called "Pour L'Amour" and below is "Desire" and "Emergence" is below that. You have to go to his site though and see them all. They make great desktop wallpaper. He's a little more low profile than Grey. Now I love Grey but in some ways I like this guy even better, more abstract, more ambivalent and ambiguous in intention. The two below especially are striking in the way they approach figurativeness -- i.e. implying a center shamanic figure conjuring an EMF loop of psionic energy around him. I aspire to be as open heart-chakra as Grey but I'm just meant to be a little colder and more hardcore, more shamanic which means always a little plunged willingly in near-death darkness rather than light-dwelling illumination. For in pure light or pure dark there can be no hallucinatory shadow patterns, and mama, that's where the fun is... anyway, check him out. Check them all out.