Justification

Critical Prose & Poetic Commentary regarding UFOs and their astonishing ancillaries, consciousness & conspiracy, plus a proud sufferer of orthorexia nervosa since 2005!

Friday, March 08, 2024

...Folk Wronged...




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I'm not all alone in a "meaningless" struggle, 
there are others who hunger to know; 
we're singular folk with our shorts in a bunch... 
...who are yearning to "know" ...so's to grow!
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We're people aspiring our dreams to come true,
 we're folks unaware we're not free? 
We're many who work far too hard for too few
these bereft of all wounds to their knees!
The former might love in a good kind of way, 
precluding possession or pause; 
we're people aware of the challenges sought, 
betrayed by those "men made of straw."
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We are folk made of iron who prefer what is real
—we're folk who would pay our fair share
we're folk "looking out" to the depths of our heavens... 
who can contemplate "God" ...as not there!
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We are folk with our missions, 
we're a folk with our plans, 
and we're folk who'll "engage" 
what we don't understand! 
We're tolerant folk, with a generous flair, 
We're looking for truthfulness—caring to dare!
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Accused for the anger 
that measures "the way"... 
of the lives that we lead... 
that could lead us astray
we are held in derision 
unearned and un-unqualified, 
then attacked by false gods 
held on "faith," so un-quantified
So, how can we validate 
faith we can't own
when having such faith 
is as valueless stone?
.  
See, I'm taking "big issue" 
with your "faith from behind"; 
I shove this up yours 
because you've shoved it up mine!
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...And ain't it a bitch 
as we bring it on home, 
as we "wire the planet
with cellular phones...
may we limp to our dooms 
with our prayers on our lip 
as we pray to dim gods 
who might rescue our ship… 
.
...But that's not forthcoming
we know that's not so.  
We must count on ourselves 
for salvation, Jon Snow!
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We're all the salvation 
of that which can be!
"First responders" are humans!
Thanking God? Booboisie!
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You're "bothered" I'm angry, 
yet won't give an inch 
when it's YOU who's betrayed 
by "God's minions'" mad "stench"!
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... imposed by said minions 
for profits unfair... 
profits then claimed 
by the ones who won't share!
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Contused and abridged 
for the "hair on your head," 
for their lack of fair play... 
"them" provoking real dread
we leap and we scratch 
for the "air" we're denied,
demand yet again, hidden: 
"whats", "hows", and "whys"!
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"Demanding" is harsh; 
I'll admit it upfront. 
It writes a "big check" 
sans the trick, dodge, and shunt...

Though, we are compelled
We are moved to take pains! 
we'll soar, and we'd cleave
but we'd question our gains!
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We'll read and we'll study 
the nature of things 
that makes a new cloth 
of the stuff that we think, 
...as we must conclude 
that the story we're told... 
has been short a "mixed grill"
... by a "chop" the *man* holds!
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I'm happy to say 
that I won't go along 
with intolerance, hatred
exclusiveness—their wrongs. 
MY definitions, 
if so likely not yours—
if you've stacked 
crooked decks 
with your hip pocket jurors...
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Still, I WON'T tear my eyes 
from the fathomless sky 
that pulses in dances 
so often described 
as a shape-changing saucer 
that stays out of view 
in a fog that's produced 
by the *man*... Is this true?
.
Conspiracy lives in a cave 
that it's made 
by the profits achieved with its power
CRIME PAYS!
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...Though, where are those powers 
we've all been denied? 
They own them all! Friend—
we're betrayed and deprived!
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...And "we" DON'T even know it... (?) 
we're huffing their fogs—
heating in saucepans 
so slowlysmall frogs...
The heat is unhurried
and at first, feels good. 
...And soon we are sleepy,
 as if drugged (!)—understood?
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...And then all in good time, 
it's too hot... ...and too late
On menus, mere fodder, 
our legs on their plate!
Then who might it be; 
who descends with a knife 
with his fangs all agleam 
for our flesh and our life?
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No fair blaming "Satan"—
he's into free will! 
Yeah, he's high on himself, 
but he's not as been billed?
.  
"Do what you will," 
he had always proclaimed!  
"But do it in love," 
was the real game's name...
.  
No, Klasskurtxian "balancers" (?)... 
have been forcing our hand! 
It's "self-interested judgment," 
"bereft," understand?!
It's arrogant hubris
so, sans all humility!
To think so's futility!
.  
What's "up" may be "down."  
What is "in" may be "out."  
We're not even knowing, see, 
what we are about!
.  
Too? It's you not aware 
who's to "pay" for your "play"; 
if believing there's (only) 
just "ONE" way to pray!
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But, what's this to do 
with the "stuff in our skies"? 
What am I on about 
this time you cry? 
Why am I angry
intense, and insulting
What's it to do 
with our "saucer consulting"?
.
Well, what if *they're* 
watching us tromp on our dicks, 
recording us acting 
like assholes and pricks! 
What if they see us 
behaving like monsters–
criminals, felons, 
or knaves and imposters!
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All "AGREE" that they're "out there," 
to a man and his dog! 
"Life has imperative," 
it's heard through the fog.  
Though, we limit our *watchers*, 
assign them our fear—
"We can't get THERE, *therefore*, 
they can't get HERE"!
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Were it me I don't think 
I'd forgive such temerity; 
amazingly, we go un-whacked... 
out of charity
Yes, what if they're watching us 
act like mere predators? 
What if we scare them (?); 
we risk an indebtedness! 
What if we blow 
our ONE chance to belong? 
What if we screw up our blessing
So... wrong!




Seems plain that income is reasonably re-distributed down by a government of its People because it's the People who know and understand that that income, left alone?  ...It will only ever "trickle up," ...dividing the People inside a house becoming increasingly divided and so unable to stand! Will this be us? Divided? Crippled?   

Care to Dare! Dare to Care! Restore John Ford! It's your freedom spared!


Restored John Ford!

Thursday, February 22, 2024

KEYHOE'S BOOKS AND THAT "OSB" EPISODE...

KEYHOE'S BOOKS

AND THAT "OSB" 

EPISODE... 

 by Alfred Lehmberg


For our valued members who have now watched the recently posted "One Step Beyond (OSB)" episode titled "Encounter" from 1960, here is some interesting back-story on that compelling TV show. Fiction can be truth.

The reader is informed that the tales written for the "OSB" episodes were dramatizations of stories believed to have actually occurred. The provenance of these programs was truth, we discover, howsoever dramatized! This is unlike the more famous "Twilight Zone," which was fantasy and science fiction when it was not sane social commentary.  

After doing a deep dive into the "Encounter" episode involving a pilot who went missing during a UFO encounter (!), there are discovered many references made throughout this episode which can be traced back, readily, to the books of UFO researcher, Major Donald Keyoe. Keyhoe is not remotely credited. Everything is connected. Nothing happens once.

At the 16:18 to 16:25 point of the dramatization, the title of the book mentioned is, "Visitors From Outer Space." Major Keyhoe's 1953 seminal book is actually titled, "Flying Saucers From Outer Space." 

This is a legal distortion so as not to use the actual title of the book in the episode. Chris Carter of X-files would do the same thing later on... not give credit... (For the record, by the way, and we digress, but Major Keyhoe writes about the "Flatwoods Monster" incident in Chapter 7 of "Flying Saucers From Outer Space." This is one of the earliest published accounts of the renowned 1952 Flatwoods incident!)  

...Back at the Ranch? The cigar-shaped UFO and the "Angel's Hair" found beneath the area of the encounter on the ground... and festooning the trees in Keyhoe's book? These are primary parts of the storyline for OSB's "Encounter" episode! This information MUST have been taken from Donald Keyhoe's book, "The Flying Saucer Conspiracy"! Chapter 16, titled "Angels Hair," we'd have it, was likely the primary source of many of the segments used in the episode! Uncredited source, as we'd alluded above. 

The cigar-shaped UFO discussed between 7:10 & 8:10 in the film appears for that chapter on page 227 of Keyhoe's book. Keyhoe states, "The '52 report had stated that hundreds of citizens in northern France had watched a huge cigar-shaped machine escorted by a squadron of flying discs. As the formation speeded up, a trail of angel's hair was seen to come down from the tail of the mothership." The segment in this episode when the angel's hair is found on the ground can be seen between 14:02 & 15:02. This is during the "helicopter's search and rescue effort."  

Also on page 227 in Keyhoe's "Angels Hair" chapter, and only two paragraphs later at the bottom of the page, Keyhoe writes about an angel's hair incident concerning the "April 15, 1953 news report from Auckland, New Zealand." In the cited chapter on page 227 going on to page 228, Keyhoe writes, "On November 16, 1953, a now familiar trail of angel's hair was seen in the San Fernando Valley, just after a saucer passed over the area." 

Keyhoe quotes the local newspaper headline "Valley Mystery Craft Spins Web.” Under the byline of Gordon Grant... he writes, "It is reported to have streamed like a lacy ribbon from a mysterious craft that sped over the valley." These two incidents are referenced directly and spoken about in the 15:30 to 16:16 frame of the OSB episode. 

Also on page 227, Keyhoe writes about the angel's hair after it is handled and states, "As in the other cases [...] the substance quickly disintegrated when handled." [In bold by the authors, "angel hair" was not a one-off!] The aforementioned is talked about in the episode between 17:12 & 17:36. It is apparent that the OSB writers used Keyhoe's book, and especially liked Chapter 16 

Moreover, in Donald Keyhoe's same book, "The Flying Saucer Conspiracy," he opens up Chapter 1, titled Blackout, with the "Kinross incident" of 1953. Throughout this chapter, Keyhoe talks effusively about this affair involving an F-89C Scorpion fighter jet from Kinross Field, Michigan... vanishing while on a UFO intercept over Lake Superior, near Soo-locks! Ground Control intercept tracked the jet and a UFO as two separate blips on their radar screens until the two blips intermixed! Keyhoe stated, "The two blips suddenly merged into one... For a moment longer the huge, ominous blip remained on the glass. Then it quickly went off the scope." This shiznit happened, reader!

In the final chapter, Chapter 19, which is titled, "The Vanishing Planes," page 288 begins by saying, "Since November of '53, the Kinross mystery had haunted me. I too had felt it might be the key to the flying saucer mystery." Keyhoe reiterates and writes about this merge stating, "Ground Control saw one blip move off the scope." This segment of Keyhoe's writing about the Kinross incident appears in the "OSB" episode between 20:30 & 21:05.

One theory about the missing Kinross jet appears in Keyhoe's same book. Keyhoe talks ephemerally about a contact he has in Washington and with which he frequently spoke in private about UFOs. It is well established that Keyhoe had connections.

Keyhoe writes, "A well-known aeronautical engineer had helped me privately since '49. His technical opinions, under the name of Paul Redell, had appeared in my first book, 'The Flying Saucers Are Real.' As an aircraft representative, Redell had good contacts in the armed services and outside. More than once he'd surprise me with leads I'd later confirm." 

Redell talked to Keyhoe about UFOs kidnapping pilots and their planes. About that strangely missing Kinross F-89 jet, the haunted, remember, Keyhoe, questioned Redell in exasperation, "How could the saucer creatures manage it?" Redell answered, "They'd have to cut off the plane's engine, but they could probably do that with an electromagnetic beam. And by gradually increasing the G-field they could draw the F-89 to the saucer." ...Wait... what?

Then, as if he's not making enough of a shocking statement, Mr. Redell makes a sobering yet more shocking statement... still! Sincerely, let this one sink in... 

"We know they've been observing us for years. Perhaps they can't see any other way to make us realize the truth. After all, when they come down here our jets chase them. So this might seem to be the best way to solve the problem: by making off with humans and keeping them until they have established communication."

Keyhoe responded, "You mean until they had learned each other's language?" Redell replied, "I suppose so. Maybe they'd use sign language at first. Finally, they'd understand each other. It would be a first step toward the meeting of two worlds." Keyhoe responded, "It's a frightening thought Paul." Paul Redell summed up, "I know it's shocking, but it's better than an attack. And if it's the answer in the Kinross case, then it could explain some of the other cases as well."

One can presume that the desired communication was not established enroute to a meeting of two worlds? None of those pilots ever came back, says the history we must remember, even as we must remember that Harry Truman declared war on them, to start.   

Approaching the close, reader, we ask... Is this what happened to F-94 fighter pilot Second Lt. John A. Jones and his radar observer John DelCurto? ...Vanished into thin air (!), craft and pilots (!), on September 12, 1952, shortly before the "Flatwoods Monster" incident occurred! 

Just like with the vanishing Kinross F-89 jet, all these airmen and their jets simply disappeared into thin air... with no wreckage ever being found! True story!

The dramatization of this "OSB" episode, "Encounter" was a step in the right direction, it could be said (we admit grudgingly), to make a general public aware of what was actually occurring back then... but that won't forgive its lack of proper citation! 

Remains, was the public actually even paying attention to the severity of the subject matter in this episode when it first aired on April 12, 1960? Flatwoods explorer Frank Feschino, Jr. was only 15 months old when the show aired on television... but he doesn't think so!

Consider... when you look at it like that, reader, Feschino has come a long way to make the public aware of this UFO jigsaw puzzle involving UFOs, missing aircraft, and aliens... by virtue of his ground-breaking research into the affair... bringing more of its threads together and into some light! If he had not done this, it would not have been done! Rare bird, he! 

Feschino continued to research this topic, we discover, where Donald Keyhoe and others left off, to make us more aware of what occurred to us over the past several decades. Feschino's are some current shoulders on which we can stand in our disclosure efforts, it's offered. 

Is anyone paying attention... now? Are film and documentary producers asleep at the wheel and just not seeing the road ahead of us… or the train bearing down the tracks on which we stand? ...Or, are they fully aware and just terrified of the new reality and existential truth of that which Feschino has uncovered... Smart money says? 

That said? We all owe a debt to Major Keyhoe.


                                       




Saturday, February 17, 2024

Mrs. May and the Incorrect Drawing

 


Mrs. May and the Incorrect Drawing

by Alfred Lehmberg

One week after the "Flatwoods Monster" incident on September 19, 1952, witnesses Mrs. May, one Eugene Lemon, and newspaper reporter A. Lee Stewart, Jr. were fervently sought out to appear on a nationwide television talk show in New York called, We the People."

The trio was interviewed by the host Daniel Seymour. Seymour was a huge National figure at the time. We The People was a News Magazine show featuring human interest stories and aired weekly. It transcended mere popularity and was heavily followed.

Before the show aired, "monster" eyewitnesses May and Lemon sat down with an artist in the studio. They would speak with this "artist" about their encounter with the so-called "Braxton County Monster." The purpose was to have some illustration for the TV cameras.

As they gave their descriptions of “a towering mechanical figure”, the artist would simultaneously draw HIS impressions in a pencil illustration of the "Monster" on a large poster board. The fulsomely inaccurate drawing was wholly misinterpreted by the artist! The figure portrayed was of a claw-waving "monster" outfitted in a cloth garment wardrobe and wearing a sweet-sixteen pleated dress like a bobbysoxer! It missed the mark by a parsec!

We only now know of this artist's inaccurate portrayal after trained Illustrator Frank Feschino, Jr., investigated this case and revealed the facts and details! We have become much better informed than a skirt-wearing claw-waver in a Dracula cape!

For years Feschino interviewed witnesses at length and was informed an "informed" otherwise! Feschino produced more effusive and accurate renderings of the “figure” during his interviews with these key witnesses, and when he interviewed Mrs. May about the "Monster" he asked, "Did it look cloth-like or metallic?"

She answered, "No! It looked more metallic." Moreover, eyewitness Fred May told Frank that, "...the figure was made of metal." He added, "It was mechanical; it was not alive. Maybe inside the thing, there could have been something alive. What I saw was either a small spaceship or a suit of some kind. Something it was wearing. It was mechanical.Mrs. May would add, "It hovered a foot, to a foot and a half off the ground."

The reality of the true likeness of the figure as portrayed by Feschino is a far cry from the original misrepresentation produced for We The People! Theirs was of the figure wearing a tunic top, a pointed hood, and a flowing dress! This unfortunate misrepresentation would plague the credibility of the story for years!

...Back to 1952, in the studio; the inaccurate drawing was shown at the opening of the television show and was accompanied by scary orchestral music before the three guests told their stories. The faux stage was set!

Reporter A. Lee Stewart told Frank Feschino, Jr., "The picture in question that always seems to be in a lot of the articles that I've seen is the one right here. In fact, the artist at ‘We the People’ drew that in New York on the actual day we were there."

Stewart explained the show to Frank, "They started interviewing Mrs. May, and then went to Lemon, which was all a question-and-answer situation. They gave me the opportunity of summarizing the thing in general and then finished with this particular picture."

After the airing of this program, the media and press ran with the story and further distorted the likeness of the "Monster"! This, of course, led to the incident becoming a dismissable folklore tale. ...But today? Today, we can know otherwise!

Flatwoods was only the end of the story, remember, regarding an undeclared air war with ET in 1952. It would seem to this writer that Feschino has provided for it to be a beginning of the current story, or the sense we are trying to make of this UFO thing, now.





Saturday, February 03, 2024

As Per Fermi


 


As Per Fermi

by Alfred Lehmberg


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Corruption is self-destroying, isn't it? It doesn't seem to have the long ball on this planet, at any rate. It seems illogical that "aliens" would have figured out a way to make corruption, a hallmark of societal regression, work for them for the long term. We never have... and we've tried. ...Over and over again for naught but loss and misery. We try, currently.


That's what they, the "aliens," have done, though, if their "potential impact on humanity" is as negative as some would make it out to be. They've mastered an enduring corruption... somehow... though, still... 

Given the—howsoever tenuous—evidence that there are multiple species "out there" (!), this perhaps indicating at least a potential for some kind of  "struggle" between them—stay with me now—beyond what would be invisible... especially to us given our current observation technologies... so especially using sensory types of equipment that rank and file humans don't possess. Correspondingly, wouldn't we see the "fight"?

As per Fermi (?), we'd see that kind of struggle if it existed—n'est ce pas? Yes, I suspect so!  Nightly! Ebullient enough even for daytime! Cosmic war must be a spectacle! 

Too? We see UFOs, everywhere (?), but where is the evidence of the inevitable conflicts one would suppose between them, then? Curious. Those conflicts are not here or there... which just seems ludicrous given 7 categories of compelling evidence that potentially hostile parties are there... if not there in "inevitable" conflicts... or they're just not fighting, eh? 

Or not there at all? That's whistlin' passed the graveyard of the obvious contrary. Our existence only increases the existence of their existence. If we can think it, it must be so... what's created repeats, and nothing happens once. Humanity happened... ergo... ET must abound... ...and we would have them witness us screwing each other over for a percentage!

All it takes is one! "One-is-all-you-need."

No... Babylon 5 is real, out there... somewhere, reader, and minus visible conflict... or not! There's no evidence of their conflict we can detect... as that worm turns... though some, and notable, persons would argue; however, that there is, remaining, plenty in evidence of "them."

Besides, that old TV series alluded to was prescient given its eerie portrayal of current political realities. ...Raises the hair on the back of your neck, reader! My neck, anyway. Feel it raise on your own, or you might risk a self-neutered sentience, hard (not impossible) to come back from... ...we won't digress.  

See, everything you can think of has happened, is happening, or will happen, somewhere. More, of course, you cannot... "think." That's everywhere.... "everywhen, even"!  ...Even here. Even now...That's how big and filled with potential everything is... bigger than what is known... bigger than what can be known! We've pointed out before where that's a GOOD thing. ...Anything else becomes boring? Onward!

Moreover, the TV series above speaks compellingly to a certain conjectured civility aspired to (that we'd aspire to!)! This conjectured "elsewhen" in the universe of human imagination, this civility, is supposed by the B5 writers, among the extraterrestrial *others* "top-side"... * ...That civility intimated seeming to transcend what we are remotely capable of, here, in the real world—even in our limited microcosm... ruled (not governed!) as we are by a Monied, Psychopathic, and Authoritarian elite... with more ominous MPAs looming! 

Moreover, too? Our behavior, seen from *their* "alien perspective," must be, at the very least, unsettling in comparison... to be kind! Fly on the wall? We are entirely abhorrent in our observation, it is suspected!

...And, in comparison to what? Yeah, we may be "prince" or "princess," beings of shining light—but I don't think so. I don't think the reader would buy in to that, either. Humility and avoidance of hubris dictate such is likely not so.  Still, we can aspire to greatness for its necessary lack of hubris... the antithesis is despair's desolation and disaster.

If we accepted that human beings, generally, have at best a myopically shallow view of a "real" universe, perhaps we are ready... more than ready (!)... even deserving of the shock and disruption that the birth of our gross humanity (into a multi-verse of other beings?) is sure to bring into being! Consider that! "Born again," for real, into the new existentiality!

Comes the concrescence, eh?

Hey! No one asks the CHILD—spat forth unceremoniously from its indifferent womb on this planet—whether the shock of that birth is an inconvenience to it! Our admonition would be to just suck it up, it's the way things are... the fetus must leave the womb—a child its crib... "...don't be a baby"! [g]. Staying in the "womb" or "crib" is just not an option. It's DEATH! That's fundamental understanding!

So it is, also, for the "birthing" of a post-concrescence total humanity... one suspects, of needs ejected from the womb of this world. Millions of fervid individuals (respected real currency galactically, perhaps!) ..."graduating" into the wide open universe at large... ...w000000000t!  Again... comes that concrescence.

Our "quantum birthing" shan't be over-mourned by the same token... and for the same reasons. ...See, it's the way it is. Suck it up. You know, "joy beyond the shame, satisfaction beyond the shock, and fellowship, good readers, beyond the offense." Don't remain a baby, ever and always. Flatly, you can't and so shan't.

Restore John Ford! Now!


Sunday, January 14, 2024

Iron's Unrecognized Irony


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Here's a song about some stuff 
I'm holding in my hand.* 
It's an element of metal... 
near as common—made from sand.
.
It's as used as it is common... 
somewhat vulgar, mean, and crude. 
Oh sure, it's changed your history
caused much pain—but grew your food!
.
See, it's simmered into plowshares, 
when not folded into swords
it's used for span in bridges
 over valley, bay, and gorge!
.
It's "cage" and "gun," or "printing press"; 
it's built our structures high
so high they sway in winds like sails 
while scratching at the sky!
It made its mark in history. 
It's even named an Age!
It's called the "Age of Iron" 
when it's written on a page.
.
For all its notoriety... 
it is humble now these days, 
un-reflected and forgotten, 
though it's wrought in charming ways.
...Forgotten is the *magic* 
of what happens when it's forged
...See, this element of IRON earns respect! 
It shall not be ignored!
.
And yes... perceive pure magic! 
It's a miracle's been made 
...there's something "GOT for nothing." 
Yes! Nothing's what's been paid!
Our physics is depleting, 
and so is what we "know." 
Iron has some "quality."  
It is the "seed" that's sown.
.  
The eggheads walk around it
gloss it over, and pretend
that the physics are beyond us, 
"just at present," they'd contend.
.
Do they miss a "bigger picture" 
in their aggrandized denial? 
"One plus one" makes "three" with Iron; 
is shock so stern and final?
 .
"One plus one makes three (!) with Iron"? 
It's heresy I speak! 
"A free lunch is *immoral* 
and *offensive* (!?)—it can't BE"!
Conversely, Iron's miracle: 
it's the provenance enjoyed, 
from ships to shoes to sealing wax... 
to cabbages, and... Freud.
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You owe it your existence
it produces ALL you are. 
You owe it your reality
that's not a bridge too far.
You owe it your survival; 
it's the draftsman of your dreams. 
It's Iron making possible 
every THING that's dead or breathes!
.
It’s the reason that there's cobalt, 
or there's nickel, copper—zinc
It's the reason for selenium... 
Donald's platinum bathroom sink.
A creator of ALL after it
a womb of stellar fusion
it's here is where the magic's made. 
I assure: it's no illusion.
.
Iron's cooked in monstrous stars. 
It's the last thing made by fusion! 
It's here the magic shall occur, 
the result of a "contusion."
See, it takes a star's tremendous size 
and burning very brightly 
to degenerate the silicons 
that "fuse" for Iron's, *Icy*...
.
Sand is "fused" together 
for this miracle of Iron. 
One plus one makes two you'd think (?)—
but watch the magic happen!
.
The Iron is more "special
than the stuff that made it up! 
One plus one is *more* than two; 
it's fact, you look it up!
.
What is changed (?) in property (?) 
exceeding "sums of parts"? 
What cosmic free lunch oddity 
gives eggheads fits and starts?
How does Iron cool big stars? 
How's it suck up all that fire
The star begins to fall into ITSELF! 
Collapsing, Gods conspire!
.
The star shrinks in contraction 
towards the center of its point—
the acceleration's hellish 
and it's time that slows—"disjoint."
 .
A place is reached where it gets *hot*
...many billions of degrees, 
protons and electrons 
charge neutrinos—cosmic sleet!
This rain of fierce neutrinos 
bastes new Iron fusion's made, 
and all remaining elements 
are prepared as Iron's braised!
.  
See, abruptly sucking "heat" up 
like a cosmic cube of ice (!), 
it's Iron makes the star go out
—the star implodes—a vise!
.
The fall is monumental! 
The acceleration's hellish! 
Matter's smashed together 
in an angry blistered anguish!
The fall's so fast that time is slowed, 
and speed is kicked up, fast; 
its force is irresistible... 
...then? It meets itself! ...At last!
.
...Rebounding comes explosion 
that the *physics* still demand. 
The star "explodes"—read "fuses"— 
new "elementals," understand?
.  
...Everything from helium 
to 'unoctium is fused...  
from matter that is tortured 
and tormented, read... contused!
.   
Consider: "ultra-violence
un-imagined which contrives
—to SCATTER all that contents
all the stuff that we'll desire!
...And from the gas and chunks of rock
and metal bits galore
new suns are born to light the sky... 
...around them, planets form...
.
On these planets carbon stews, 
and seeded from the sky? 
The life that's all around us 
starts to live, evolve—and thrive!
.  
The Iron coalesces 
all that stuff supporting you
and with ironic sentience, 
you observe its pristine truth.
...Stuff happens out of nowhere, 
a result of Iron's seed
and so explains these words you read—
Iron's gift to you, from me.
.
What's this to do with UFO's? 
Well, Iron's made them, too. 
They're closer to the answer, 
to that "free lunch" I construe.
.
See, they are there as we are here
 "Nothing happens once."
We are, ourselves, that proof of them
a reality confronts!
They've likely had this fusion
—put the process to their use—
understand its implication... so for us?  
We've no excuse!
.
Something comes from nothing, 
and the proof's in singing stars! 
Iron's in the magic 
that is made to color Mars. 
The redness of his dirt is such 
to teach us, as he must, 
that it MAY be we spin our wheels 
to work for dross and dust.
If Iron is the way God rolls 
in every place but here, 
then it may be we work too dear 
to stay this course we steer.

*
But for iron?  There is nothing beyond iron!









Heavy Iron is still a light element, actually. It is lowly positioned in a periodic table we humans use, perhaps, to help us reinforce our infuriatingly pathetic and arrogant—our obstinately maintained—ignorance... regarding the world in which we live. This would be an especially vile ignorance regarding our inability to grok stuff in the aggregate multi-verse without the invariable "malice aforethought"... See, it's all "bigger" than we knew, know, or can know, eh?  Gawd, but we're stupid, and worse than that, we're "stupid" knowing better. That's what I mean by "malice aforethought."


Beyond the suppositions regarding conclusions of the aforementioned ignorance? A silicon atom fuses with an adjacent silicon atom to produce noble Iron in stars bigger than human imagination!

Forgetting for a moment its extraordinary potential in an equally "magical" magnetism**... Iron also has an elusive physicality that may not be fully appreciated. See, as Iron is produced in these mind-numbingly monstrous stars, a produced-from-nothing 'ability' materializes in the newly formed gargantuan Iron crystal at the center of that star—as if by sorcery—to magically suck up the ambient heat in a profound and mysterious way!  Some unique synergy is realized in the new iron not present in the old silicon turning it into a heat sink just not there before. Where does the heat go? 

Verily, this instantaneous and newly formed "heat sink," where none was before we're reminded, sucks up ambient heat exponentially like a big cake of dry ice magically appearing at the center of a campfire! The "fire" goes, decidedly and abruptly, out!  

...Begins the productive apocalypse!

Concerning the star? It was the anxious activity of a furious fusion fire keeping trillions upon trillions of tons of degenerate matter aloft, at all, in the star's ablating and inflated atmosphere... in the first place! That awful fire's abrupt cessation consequently causes an implosion as the previously expanding energy, the energized matter allowing for the stellar inflation at all, suddenly has nowhere to go... but down. "Down" is from a big place on a star...

Said stellar matter is crushed to a central point (and beyond?) at a speed approaching the speed of light...<>...and then, at last...
—the terrible "irresistible force" meeting the equally terrible "immovable object," its own self—
...there comes then the titanic and re-percussive explosion (more understatement)an explosion transcending time, space, and as I said, imagination.  The accelerated matter hits the center point and... well, "rebounds" won't do the production justice, at all... words fail...

Remains... it is in this terrific and titanic if rebounding explosion that all the rest of a material reality is hammered out and wrought—fused into being—all that is known and unknown, all that was, is, and will ever be. From a lover's lips to huge warships, reader—scattered to hungry space... all a result of the creation of Iron. Joni sang of billion-year-old carbon only to breathe on the subject of this magnificent creation!

Spider Robinson, humanist and writer, once wrote: "God is an iron." I would amend that slightly to say that God probably IS Iron. But for the miracle of Iron's creation as a creator, all that we know, will know, and will NEVER know, would simply cease to be. See, it's the element iron doing the heavy lifting in THIS universe. That's a god's power. 

...From ships to shoes to sealing wax
to cabbages, and... Freud.
 

**Magnetism was mentioned above... and iron's affiliation with it. Another "something for nothing," a strange result of the last thing made by fusion, alone... is a force, forget gravity (!), stitching even far-flung galaxies together into a vast cosmic web! New discoveries about this communicative property of magnetism across expansive distances are being made every day... comes the concresence!



Grok In Fullness

Errol

Errol Bruce-Knapp, of UFO UpDates, Strange Days — Indeed, the Virtually Strange Network... ...and the coiner of the expression &qu...