Sunday, September 14, 2014

...Starry Reaches... Similarity Across Scale...


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My words are mere expression, but they strip my thinking bare; they make me take the time one needs to think those thoughts with "hair." Too, I don't care a tittle or a wink that they might rhyme, they're like true wings on which I soar, to starry reaches climb!
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Why, I'd wear "hair shirts" to feel like this; I'd use illegal drugs. The feeling's indescribable! It trumps the pleasure plug!  Though, all it is, is words we use to to prosecute our dreams, those dreams in turn are rendered into fact by extant means.  ...And then it is we do take wing... to soar and cleave like birds... a wondrousness we make ourselves from memes of import: words.
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Unrestrained, I beat these wings to kiss a shining face, then crash on through to wheel or turn and wander time and space!
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Consciousness is where it's at! It's the language of the soul. It PROVIDES completeness of a type not bought or sold! Yes, there's MORE than "white bread" in the thoughts that leap and fly as they push the sullen air around to seek a sentient sky!
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...And yes, our sky is sentient, friend; these skies would know themselves and will use an individual to expand their mental wealth. There IS a life unending, timeless spaces without end, and DREAMING is the path to it; it's real I contend!  It's not about the ego and its way: precluding joy... forfeiting all happiness so itself it might enjoy.  It never does achieve that joy; of course it can't, you see?  The ego is, yes, unaware; what's best in life... is free.
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Don't accept our "worthlessness," that God's the color "white"—that we must live upon our knees and keep them clasped and tight!  Don't accept their disrespect—be so easily abused.  Heed not their admonitions that you're uninformed—confused.  See, culture's, frankly, not your friend. It's bastardized—contrived.  It's got us in their crosshairs, and for them?  It's us despised
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You?  You are what they're after, friend, the essence that they seek! It's why they toil to keep you down, beholden, kept, and meek.  You're strong!  See, that's what scares them and they know, friend, if you knew... you'd string 'em up, piano wired, to rend them bone and thew!
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See, we are what they're after, friends! We're energy's refrain! We are what they've used to keep *reality* in constraints!  It's us, friend, having power for to stave off "preying swine," if we link our arms in Unions where a nation's STRENGTH resides!
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So, where is truth before you then? A carrot on a stick? You're prey for busy predators who use youscabrous pricks!  Smirking up their privileged sleeves and smiling at your plight they put you on slave's wages that you cannot live on, right?
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Too, you are sick if you believe we're more than just one race!  You are sick if you believe that Christians make their case. You are sick if you believe that Muslims honor peace, you are sick if you believe that Jews should simple cease.
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You are sick if you believe: that we should live in castes!  That's never been our birthright, man, that we should keep to "class"! We are individuals and cells of just one mind; it's stronger individuals provide the better kind!
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Now, take the individuals we have upon our sphere, and they're those cells composing mind we'd find, too, FAR from here! The galaxy's a single mind (?), but it in turn's a cell, a mind of ALL those galaxies is ringing God's own bell!
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We're our "gods" and "devils," then. We ARE what we would think. We make up our reality, friend!  That thought should make you blink!  We're distilling "objectry" from idle thoughts we've had, from plowshares to atomic bombs and that's astounding ...mad!
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We're, ourselves, the universe! We live to know our heart. That heart is universal, and us? Regarded parts
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The "micro" is the "macro" in that endless circle found. Too, just what that might mean, I'm sure, is more than most profound. Sensed, it TANTALIZES, though at best I'm just a mote... not knowing what I'm seeing while I'm gazing down the future's throat...
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Though, far beyond the "rightists" well entrapped by ego's snare, those corrupted individuals with a psychopathic flare—those who should remove themselves, despoilers of the rest, who write the rules to suit themselvesthe authors of our mess!
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...And we've a "mess" that we produce by living in denial. We ignore the bounty of an EFFICACIOUS trial. We would make our peace with that... which causes only LOSS! We would war with weapons making psychopaths our boss! We would war against the truth to keep it in the dark and ALL to suit those *Priests* and *Kings* who profit plainly! Hark!
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A subtle change in attitude is all we really need! Let's get that barrel rolling and usurp those jealous thieves!  We are what we wish to be!  The free will's ever ours!  We're the God we worship and we have those god-like powers! 
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See, "times they are a changin'," but then more than Dylan thought.  There are changes in the offing just as sure as sure is not! We're about to find out that there's more than we could know... in a thousand, million lifetimes found in time's near endless flow. We might seek the other cells that make the mind of God, and use their flying saucers to depart our cruel facade.
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We begin adventure of a type to raise the spirit! We propose a future with a better music! Hear it?
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We begin a method that portends a second stage where we elevate our senses as we turn the cosmic page! We are only *stardust*, but the kind that's self-aware! We are ALL the universe, and so not at all that rare. We are part and parcel; we're a path to study self; we're a thing that thinks those things! We're in and of ourselves!
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These words are mere expression, but they help my thinking clear; they make me take the time I need to think these thoughts sans fear. "And I don't care a tittle or a wink that they must rhyme, they are the wings with which I'd soar, to starry reaches climb."
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I'd give both nuts to feel like this (!), get beaten up by thugs! The feeling's—indescribable! Behold! Cognition's drugs!  Unconfined I soar and cleave, but kiss a shining face, then burst on through and wheel or turn to surf on time and space!








Hey. "A reach must exceed grasp, or what's a heaven for, eh"? [g]. Though, back at the ranch, your humble protagonist shamelessly continues to soar and cleave in the early morning hours (of time bestowed) beneath a fretful, overcast, and strangely depopulated sky...

Heavy sigh...

As the crow flies, ponder a recently admitted "similarity across scale." Take a hologram in a brittle glass pane... then shatter it into a million, million pieces. Each glittering fragment, no matter how small, contains a suggestion of the complete un-shattered image found in the whole, but with only a fraction of the original detail—so a lot fuzzier or less resolved.  Still, there, eh?

Not surprisingly, and in a similar manner, we ourselves may be "whole" as a species only in a similar cooperation of our energies! We achieve, last, and endure "magically," apparently, only in a synergistic aggregate greater than the sum of our parts and in complete opposition to entropy!  To what end is that power contrived, if so, and who or what does the aggregate contriving?

Most, having no idea at all, would promptly reply, "God."  Why?  Because the "bought-in" and exorbitant dues paying have laid it out that way for you and instruct you to validate THEIR faith, or else? That's pretty much it.

Wow!

OkOkOk... sure: Resolved, we have to cooperate to be a society of persons... of course... "gatherings" of persons are necessary to maintain a progressive and efficacious civilization... though beware the slippery slope to the individual taken for granted!

See, the individual does not (or should not — MUST not!) get lost in this cooperation! Indeed, that "aggregate" humanity is a chain as STRONG as the links composing it—as CLEAR a picture as the quality of individual pixels making the picture up. Strong links make better chains, and sharp pixels provide for informative pictures of infinite detail.  The efficacy of the single individual becomes apparent and obvious!

See?  The individual is key on MANY levels across scale because they are where singular IDEAS occur; that is where the quality of service rendered to society occurs. Quality individuals conflate to quality aggregates or more effective teams.  This suggests and even demands a fundamental respect for the individual, but I digress.

Consider, each human brain is composed of many fatty nerve cells, and the quality of each cell (quality measured as the number of solid connections it makes with OTHER nerve cells forgetting that cell's presumed health) dictates the strength of cognition and clarity of that individual human's cognition and constructive self-reflection. Many cells, then, must cooperate for a synergistic whole of completeness... and real power.  The better the cooperation the greater the power.  No one would argue this even as they discount same.

This is the power coveted by the "leadership." The better the quality of each cell the better the brain—demonstrating the individual to be key even at the cellular level?  I suspect so.

...But, even with that exponential leap of this cellular collective, this is just one finite human, the key component, to be sure, but, like the individual brain cell or pixel itself, a too tenuous spark—a wink or an effervescence if you will—a base self-awareness with a chance "beginning" much too close to its untimely "end."  The individual human is the smallest component of the comparatively ageless humanity. The cell may die, will die, but the body lives on.   The body may die, will die, but the RACE lives on.  The race may die, but... on and on.  For what purpose?  There _is_ one, of course.  Earth has wolves because it has sheep, eh?

There's no time when consider anything, individually. No, there must be two, and THEN only because THAT might suggest three, or thirty, or three hundred... or three billion. Numbers like the latter suggest an immortality of a sort, or at least a spark of self-awareness with more duration than a mere blink. It remains the singularity of the "idea" is singular.  Ideas are produced singularly by singular individuals.

Human brains "cooperate" via language (the mechanism of continuity)—with its predictable technology—to compose a hyper-brain capable of the most wondrous feats of intellect and industry! Taken for granted is the individual brain making it up.  Ships, satellites, or shuttles and all that these suggest... but, humanity: an enduring spark of continuing self-awareness built up stone by stone into a demonstrated synergy of consenting—if not so contented—cells. Remembering that we could be a touch more contented in the aggregate sense; let's kick THIS up a level.

Perhaps that hyper-brain of aggregate humanity is itself a cell in a *galactic* hyper-brain of even greater magnitude which is then, astonishingly, in turn ITSELF: just a cell to be collected with the galactic cells of all the billions of other galaxies combined... into some grand-super-hyper, *cosmic* intellect... the universe attempting to know itself?  An undeniable "Similarity Across Scale" shows that such may very well be so.  Shattering that hologram alluded to earlier, remember... is you, reader.

The mind of God? Hey—who's to know? I'm constrained to play the cards I'm dealt down here on this end in as intelligent, imaginative, and as satisfying a manner as I can. Who can pretend to know the mind, forgetting that its very essence might well be carried, aware of it or not, in each little slice of self awareness, each little mote of consciousness down to you and me in the same fashion as the shattered hologram above.  The reader is God, not to hone the point too fine! Thanks, reader!

Rather makes each of us God on some level, doesn't it? All of us together (and those beyond)? God assuredly!

I see what we've accomplished as a species in even a varnished history, and I'm rewarded (comparatively) DAILY with the fruits of that cooperation; that synergy—which could be SO much better given an attitude change—occurring on THIS individual spark of self-awareness even as you read these words... ...is what the writer hopes!

I also see the evidence of synergy on an individual level as diverse persons, unnamed but significant, come together in "AlienViews" ONLY as a result of the aforementioned synergy, become more than the sum of our parts, and make a substantive contribution in the struggle for realizing a "real deal" (truth) we sense, but cannot yet see, reach for, but cannot yet grasp...

I additionally see and accept that there are extraterrestrial intelligences—likely complimenting any intelligence found terrestrially—and further allow that we can extend the fact of synergistic cognition to them, also, for a galactic demonstration of "two heads [or more] are better than one." Why not?

…Galaxies begin to be seen as cells of refined cognition contributing to a universal mind striving passionately to know ITSELF... ...still something less than God, it seems. God, one would think, would know; of needs GOD would know, one would think. [g]. Such is the omnipotence expected of "He who hangs the stars in the night sky like lanterns," eh?

Together, though, we might secure and insure the righteous success of each, and improve the lot of each individual as much as we are able!  That seems the only reasonable... ...take pains not to screw each other over for a percentage!

We could endeavor to let our success be measured proportionate to how much respect we have for one another on an individual level, and also proportionate to the sincerity of cooperation with one another we presently lack.  Theres a "formula" in there I can't quite suss out... do unto others?

Persons of strength and wisdom DO accomplish great (god-like!) things, but only in the synergistic aggregate and with the support of other persons adding their INDIVIDUAL WILL to the enterprise, forgetting that each can—and should—avail themselves of those god-like powers precipitating to which they contribute.  In a small way that's reasonable redistribution of wealth that will occur no other way.  Usury used to be punishable by death.

Now THERE'S an alien view. Strong individuals provide for stronger teams which provide even stronger individuals. The circle of increasing power!  Learn it, know it, live it! [g].

Don'tcha feel the very general *acceleration* folks? We, the conscious motes at AlienViews might (?), but I certainly do. Yea and verily! Read on!


Restore John Ford!

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Cast Seeds


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I guess it's time to break it down, remind that I hate kneeling, but I must kneel to something when I write these words I'm feeling. Too, if I didn't write it, I'd be much more extreme, incensed regarding nightmares in this world we all dream.
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See? It is a dream, this world we share... this globe we'd think is real!  It is contrived concoction, it is NOT the "real deal." It's just those strident "isms" pumped from "leaders" we don't need, who then draw from us the life blood we possess on which they feed!
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These psychopaths are in control; still, they have need of us.  See, it's we who heat their water and produce the world they trust. Though, against we individuals they employ "untested faith." They betray their "remonstrations"; see, it's you and me they hate!  "Hate the sin but love the sinner" they will remonstrate so coyly, but they never have internalized that message, just employed it.
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Too, be assured they hate you if they sense your disrespect! Not accepted in their "company"? Those of us who might reflect? See, be ASSURED they hate you when you've sensed they have their "truths," while you suck the daily *ration* of what passes for it, Truth!
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What passes for "reality" is a maze of smoke and mirrors. It's a fantasy, a travesty, a psychopathic furor. It adds to the confusion, or it clutters up your sense, but it complicates your issue and denies "informed consent"!  Without a true "informed consent" we're a fish that's washed ashore.  Without a true "informed consent" we're locked outside, deplored.

See, we can't make good judgments if we do not get the facts! We cannot then defend ourselves from bona fide attacks. We're then BLIND and DEAF and DUMB—conflicted in a LIE... and lead like lambs to slaughter for those persons we'd despise.

I'd pierce that veil with rhyming words I've woven into song. I'd poke them in cold—rheumy— eyes and not be strung along. I'd see them held accountable, these "captains" we don't need, but live my life as I see fit, to plant a DIFFERENT seed!

The seed I'd plant is cosmic and it's found between the stars. See, the time and space precludes those lies they've used as chains and bars. The seed: imagination; its growth is what is true. The goal is satisfaction. These seeds are me and you.

alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net



Consider what's at the end of all those busy corporate "equations," folks. You.

Ironic, isn't it, that given their utter dependence on your kind attention their regard of you STILL manifests itself in such disrespectful ways. See, these rather conveniently presume that you are like them, reader, or would be, when study shows that it may be as little as three in a hundred constituting "them." You are the decided majority, and don't think they don't know it.

See? It's not about their concern for you, it's not about your best interests, and it's not about the welfare of your immortal soul! It's only about how useful you are in that unending struggle they contrive to keep their own water hot by tricking you into keeping it hot... FOR them. The world we live in is only about THEIR validation and comfort; it's never been about yours.  Fair play is inimical to their best interests.  Yours is beneath their concern, consideration, and contempt.  See, your best interests costs them money.

To facilitate that one-sided struggle—to enrich themselves on levels most cannot imagine—they have harnessed the unctuous power of timeless *ceremony* and ageless *tradition* for their self-interested manipulations.  Then they facilitate—through unassailable corporate behemoths—corrupt faux-religious institutions, and finally, these closed institution's too willing even if unknowing shills.

These scabrous entities are not conflicted by anything as unprofitable as conscience, or compassion or good will (except when these can be used to deceive), and they busily prosecute their contempt and lack of respect for the rank and file with the "slings and arrows" of contrived misfortune... serving only to diminish those serving them as they themselves are grievously enriched.  Say it's not so then wonder where Trade Unions and a healthy middle class go.

Truly, we must bite the hand that "feeds" us; it's in everyone's best interest. They're not finding this out. WE'RE finding this out!

See, there's MORE to Earth and Heaven, even, than once honored Flags—made flaccid—and Constitutional parchments—made brittle—as key and critical as these Flags and Constitutions are! More than we know and more than we can know!

Consider, then: UFOs become an "air" that we would do well as a nation to breathe at last! Why? Well, I suspect the problems of Creeds, Religions, Flags, and Constitutions work themselves out straight-up and right off, eh? There's the rub we find.  The "leaders," alluded to above require a status quo of insentient rigidness to continue to profit in the manner to which they have become accustomed.  Sad but true.

Lately, some of these conflicted individuals (who gleefully front for the aforementioned outdated traditions and irrelevant ceremonies) have used our public forums to grind pig-metal axes and prosecute duplicitous agendas. For my part I'm never at a loss in my depressed amazement for these portentous pundits, these fulsome faith pushers, or these pompous "scientistsic (sic)" proselytizers.

They fairly ooze that cloying musk of a closed-loop faux-ardent sincerity, sincere seeming compassion, and a seeming compassionate ardency—where they can still pull that off with their trust-funded noses in the air! Though, the irredeemable dearth of all that ardent sincerity, sincere compassion, and compassionate ardency flies in the face of all imagination, reason, and intelligence!  See, we're Stockholm sufferers, we suck it up like air, still.  It's all we have or are allowed.

One could almost be convinced that they "believed" their own ego-driven self-involvedness, themselves, enthralled by their own propaganda. I remember that their brand of self-serving "faith," in the aggregate, is not testable and so must be completely valueless except as consoling opiate. I'm not making that up.  It's been noticed before this tyranny of institutionalized psychopathy.

It has been argued by some of these corporate and religious shills that their points of view are at least as valid as that which has been otherwise more inclusively proposed and they have as much right to express their views and get published as anyone else... and they would be RIGHT! It is your own argument to them, exactly!  Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher had a point with regard to self-reliant persons making do for themselves until the promised pecuniary "trickle down" became the urinary "trickled on."  Wealth, not held to account, always only ever trickles up.

Then their singularly duplicitous "responcible message" insidiously suggests a CLOYING repetition treading dangerously close to an annoying opportunity to proselytize for the "one true faith" however that "faith" is manifested... for a valueless point that cannot be conclusively made, anyway, and that would make "my" (your) total "demise" its first order of business! My argument to them; however, doesn't include their demise. Damned if it probably should, you know? Religion has ever been a lie in the fog.

At the business end of such an evil cultural entity as religion... to the tune of hundreds of thousands of dollars in lost wages... this writer don't just suspect the preceding. He knows!

Similar faux-petulant points are made in public forums, but as this may NOT be the kind of forum as some might personally have it ...this forum could reflect an attitude that freedom OF religion at least suggests a freedom FROM religion if desired, dogma... increasingly irrelevant but still proffered philosophy, or hypocrisy if one desired to more correctly identify same.  No... these continue to bang, against all moderation, the same very tiresome and unjustified exclusionary drum.

In truth, these "campaigns" of corporate money and sibling religion are going to get an expected traction for the sociopathy only because the acceleration of their aforementioned irrelevance makes them scheme and cheat for it—forgetting that I think they are wrong and wrong minded, actually injurious to rationality, and harmful to the cause of dispelling the aggregate ignorance presently endured... ...and traditionally endured. They would, of course, disagree. Agreement is disaster for them.

Without doubt, and why I can't object to their dismissal here, their particular message CAN be heard in fulsome abundance elsewhere in the world, everywhere else, reader!

Indeed, their effort saturates—this writer would say "subverts"—American culture at every level and station, anyway! This is accomplished ...And isn't that ironic given that their "persecuted" faith is beamed from monied satellites to a _plethora_ of cable and digital television channels, mega-churches big as Walmart blight the heartland, AM and FM radio stations fester with the faith at the bottom of the listening dial from coast to coast and border to border, and the faith is all but blatantly proselytized from two of the three arms of Federal Government... and all three arms in some states...

In light of the preceding it doesn't seem REMOTELY necessary to hear that particular drum being excessively banged everywhere. Not by a long shot, and not on this writer's watch.  Not a psychopath, I've a conscience.  Stuff your religion.

Indeed, it IS, as "messages" are, a message with an anxious axe to grind—an axe that is already ground from too many satellites beaming down to too many televisions and radio stations, internet sites, books, newspapers, magazines, and pamphlet's... all of it validating fallaciousness, distorting the mainstream, employing propaganda and otherwise raising the hair on the back of my old neck! Not here, ladies and Gentlebunkies!

I would suggest that these persons start their own lists and have—charming little places where they become irrelevant, still, but do so at a faster rate. ...A place to molder their 2%er gnash where the confused and scared majority won't bother them. Yeah... pretty unqualified support for the unsurpassed arrogance of a mere 200 years of—badly executed—Cartesian reductionism... suffocating atmosphere, poisoned land, and smothered oceans! This is found everywhere else, folks, it doesn't HAVE to be here.

Turn up Plato. Tell Aristotle to push a sock in it for awhile.

Simple respect is the larger reality, forgetting that I'm not shilling for the "crazies," so much. I suspect they've got things almost as screwed up as anybody, but they are only there, in large part, because proud science doesn't deliver on its arrogant presumption to explain the obvious paranormal more obvious to the rank and file: profess to be its default arbiter even as they won't investigate what they arbitrate. Why? Because they think they understand the "danger" in it or simply deny same! These summarily addressed? They won't or can't... and don't! Pretty nastily, too.  Klasskurtxians ARE, by definition.

Be that as it may. Better just give up, those who beg their own moderation, on trying to sell the same old discredited paradigms to members of a public forum. You are not here to teach, or preach, or otherwise sermonize the "one true world" view; you are here to communicate, listen, learn, and share. We are ALL teachers here, just as we are all students. Get used to it, abide the inclusive rules, or recuse yourselves from the human equation. That's an alien view... a poet's view.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Cooperations Of Kindred Souls


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Folks who think they'd want to "know" will sift the net for that which "glows." Too, they might take a chance to find my "AlienViews" the glowing kind. Individuals of this breed, who want what's righteous, out of need, are no longer satisfied with "mainstreams" wrapped in pretty lies—which front for ardent psychopaths manipulating, if detached!
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In THESE I see that kindred soul who watches for that glow I'd know.
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Me, the guy at AlienViews, won't judge, pronounce, or pick and choose, but I'd observe in earnest musings that which seems the most abusive... ...and then, not shy, my blade's deployed and in full view with no decoy it's time to put things in the street where truncheons meet their hard conceit.
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There is always more to know; a knowing smirk's inappropo...
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Earnest persons would disburse the thoughts they have—BE unrehearsed! ...By that I mean life's ringing truer from these brave new "AlienViewers"... individuals not adored for pointing out the lie deplored.  Indeed, one must find these pay a price expressing, when it's not so nice, alligators in a swamp thought clear... so better that you know they're near!
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See, taken at their word one finds the perspicacious... searching mind.
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These? They're the new"autonomous": to live within their means—a must!  Self-sufficient these inspire AUTONOMY! They start that fire! They would BE the self-sufficient! Finding culture inefficient, these would make the time they need to ask the questions, begged, we seek! Very glad I see them growing; friends, who must feel better knowing.
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They'd respect all nature clearer knowing nature is their mirror.
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People share with me their heart, so demonstrate they'd take their part... in all that we would try to do... to dig out all the hidden truths. Numbers growing (day by day) would indicate a better way to make connections we contend are not inventions we pretend! We don't lose, we only gain; we'd sing out, loud, in glad refrain...
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...As what now passes for the *TRUTH* is truth suborned—contrived abuse.
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It's true that we accelerate... to un-guessed speeds, we reach for fate... as "stars" still crawl across the sky on secret missions YOU can spy. *Stuff* is up there no mistake; that *stuff* portends some higher stakes. This has the "white-breads" all confused regarding what they THOUGHT they knew! ...But we would slip beyond their edges; use our minds to crash their hedges...
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...Make them pay for sins committed, if passed "politeness" we've permitted!
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What we'll do is look at things with honesty that smarts and stings, but try to take a clearer view of what is "real," the facts—the truth! Not what WE pretend it is, pronounce upon or SAY it is, but that vision which is seen... when one goes where the data leads! We can do it. We've the power. We don't need to hide and cower. We are what we'd will to be! Be honest with ourselves, of needs!
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We ARE looking, we're sincere; we won't give in to threats and fear!
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...A point of view that's perspicacious, inclusive so a bit audacious, the AlienViews are what we find collected in this forum's mind. With SO much more to meet the eye than what a hijacked mainstream hides, I share with you who took the time to hear me out, to wade the rhyme... ...a FACT that, TO you, must occur... if you've been just a BIT alert:
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That we can share our thoughts (with grace) and build a grassroots POWER BASE that's SO much bigger than the crowd who hems us in! I hope to shout!  
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Sure and all we hang by thread and one misstep we'd all be dead.  Religious fundamentalisms, polarizing toxic schisms, population's cancerous sway, pollution poisons planet...'K... Fervidly we search for answers to these "problems," mounting cancers... Time and money is consumed in these researches it's presumed...
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Though, all our "problems," answers "sought," thats the freaking PROBLEM, Hoss!  Answers are not sought, my friend, answers must be faced, comprende? 


alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net



Faced in Cooperation... that's a fact. Cooperation is the power that WOULD corrupt, but that it is "cooperating" and so not a natural facilitator of corruption. Not wired that way to begin with, cooperation maximizes lasting individual gain as it encourages the diversity found within it.  What doesn't change, rots.
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That's the secret, actually.  Diversity in all things allows unhindered EV-olution to preclude that invariably painful REV-olution. "All things in moderation," includes moderation, it would appear!
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Cooperating for what? Full Disclosure, competent oversight of institutions, minimization of closed institutions like Church (closed to the faithless) and Government (closed to those without money), a valid mainstream actually reflective of an aggregate society, brave science that goes where the data leads, tempered justice that is efficaciously blind and not available only to the man with the biggest checkbook, earnest leadership working for the people, the greatest good for the greatest number, real doctors who don't do harm and follow their oaths, clean water, clean air, wholesome food, a good roof, and the final death of religious fundamentalism's egregious population excesses! Every one of the preceding is inextricably tied to UFOs... surprised?
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Don't be. Things were always bigger than we knew. What you've known is not all there is, not by a long shot.
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Thing is? You could be a lot bigger than you knew, too.  You have impact you've forgotten you could have, eh?
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Read your Bible. Read your Koran. Read any *religious* text over a thousand years old. It's all there slapping the reader in the face... bludgeoning actually, and that must explain the otherwise inexplicable obliviousness to it. We are not alone...
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We are not alone...!
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Thank the stars and little sputniks!
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I'd almost rather be cocooned by Sigourney Weaver's aliens and host an acid dripping face-hugger than think I was ALONE in the same universe with the likes of Pat Robertson or George W. Bush... acid dripping face-huggers in their own right. I insist on having a power higher than any of those two in evidence or I'm going to be one hell of a whole lot meaner than I am now, in my own right!
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Perhaps that is what is so interesting (and appealing to me) about the concept of the extra-terrestrial.  It is an end run around a conventional wisdom that is neither wisdom or conventional because privilege becomes convenience and convenience becomes a "prefered" state of things evolving to the unconventional... needlessly sacrificing the many for a few.  There are "many," remember, only because that keeps wages low.  See, there will be someone, always, available to do the job for a little bit less.  Why did you think single celled zygotes had the very same rights, honors, and privileges of personhood immediately denied or minimized for the fresh born human infant... 30,000 of which exclusively starve to death on the planet every day.  Not sickness, not trauma... just starve.  Abominous!  ET might want to keep us at arms length.
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That there is something else in heaven and Earth beyond the controlled pale of the preceding two psychopaths Pat and George (forgetting thousands like them, their supporters, and hangers-on)... this is crucial concept internalized to secure a firm grip on personal sanity and rationality... correct behavior. With just a little open-minded consideration the reader might think so too.
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Sincerely! Read on!
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Restore John Ford!

Sunday, August 03, 2014

Two Percenters




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You understand the problem set; it's that I'd "soar and cleave."  I'd blow a righteous whistle on the kinds of *faith* one's taught one needs, so I just won't consider, then, respect for lies and cheats who are scarring knees of innocence to facilitate obscene conceit.
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I'd rather spread my arms and leap... they scourge the Earth these errant creeps! Too, I find that if I seek clear air (?) must come rewards for those who dare!
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Though, check these "Two Percenters" who dismiss, quite out of hand, the remainder of that *hundred* that they shall not understand. Yeah—they've got to keep their hand in... but the "corporate" drives their fray, detracting from the science they would say will save our very day.
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See? It can only use that *science* the *mainstream* makes *correct*, so it's science that is suspect! That deserves but disrespect! The *science* that TPs worship, then, won't give them time of day.  It shall not give them credit in any manner, shape, or way!
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You want my introspection? The end of them is past! Their moldy walls are crumbling on the shores where they are, finally, cast! These "two percenters" fail to see—so have a false perception—that they ALONE are doing science... See?  That mainstream's ALL rejection!
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"Two percenters"? They're like "skinheads" in a "redneck" sort of way. They're revolted by diversity, so they're inbred, more's to say. They're proud authoritarians; they're quick to disagree; they're rigid and unyielding; they think they're off their, callused, knees.
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Too, they would disallow ideas that detract from their intentions... to define their small realities and disguise confused pretensions!
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Now, they've not MOVED one bleeding INCH in sixty some-odd years! Too, they're the freaking "good guys" which is why it's all so queer.
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The "field's" still an oddball, now, for all the books they write! Though, they whine and moan and grumble to pretend they're in the, righteous, fight! Still, sacrificing science to a hostile mainstream press, they lap-dog for elitists I despise... but I digress…
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"Two Percenters" are parochial; they're the mud that sticks to shoes. They're impeding our progression from the worn out—well misused. They cannot stand to have someone... taunt challenges at *faith* that are shopworn, and convenient, but untested and BEYOND disgrace!
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They'd pretend the center seat, the crown of our creation! As a self-fulfilling fantasy; they're a dead-end to progression.
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...And these are still the good guys (!) who would look beyond the pale; they're not the canted CSICOPs—a cult that soon shall, hugely, fail! They're not the skeptibunkies, or the dim-bulbed thugs of Klass. They're the straight-up brave researchers who should kick enigma's, flaccid, ass! Still (damn...) they're "Two Percenters", so they're rigid and they're mean! They're self-confined inside their box; it's them who lives the specious dream.
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They're "certain" so they're manic and belief must cloud their view.  Like, they fool themselves they're seeing things that bolster what's not true:  that they must crown creation so must have things figured out... to understand the points of things and grok what they're about.  Still, they piss and moan amongst themselves and flagellate their cases. These *ambush* and *assassinate* and so earn their own disgraces.
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Some engage in whispers or campaigns of other sorts, and I can find no honor in their manner or defuse reports. It's like they want to own some *thing* when it's not that *thing* at all. You're foolish if you do so; if you do you've dropped the ball!
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They would find the "gains" they seek are barren and outdated, criminal, nefarious, revolting — roundly hated.
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...And still, these are the "good guys," the guys who watch the skies, the fellows on the UpDates List we find we can't despise. We see them on the telly, we hear them on the net, but they're just "water treading," that's an odds on sucker’s, easy, bet.
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They're tiresome and tedious and shall not "soar and cleave..." when that's the thing that's ailing them and what they sorely need.

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I would expose the "Two Percenter." This is an individual who arrogantly passes himself off as the soul of "rational" ufology while studiously ignoring 98% of a conjectured reality. This is but pride yet to fall!

Too, this is the lot pandering to a science that does not respect them! This is the lot endlessly rehashing data that a corrupt mainstream will not begin to acknowledge, and who then prosecutes an exclusionary ufological closed-mindedness even more tragic than the garden variety skeptibunky or fervent CSICOPian, reader, because the "Two Percenter" THEN plays right into the CSICOPian’s clammy hands. The "Two Percenter," ironically, remains one of the *good* guys.

This is progress?

Sixty years ago we teetered on a lip of social and cultural rebirth! We anticipated intellectual transition. We stood on the precipice of all advancement. Many fine people of education, intelligence, and character gave every rational indication that the strange aerial activity, continuing to this day, was the obvious work of an advanced tool using intelligence... not of our Earth. They still do...

And what incredible tools, reader...

...More forthcoming...

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Fringe Forthcoming


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There is such duplicity in much that I survey or see, as I review this thing we're in that charms and beckons, called: the "fringe."  Remains: reminds us what we are, dusty motes... exploded stars... or a piece of what's perceived as we perceive we're off our knees.  Most deny this grand expanse—confine themselves with eye askance.  Yet, all must sense how close they are as they perceive those "restless" stars.
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These traipse the sky while you are watching.  Might these portend a change forthcoming!
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It's alluring, this attraction; it teases, hinting satisfaction. Yes, interest drawn upon the 'fringe' is that provides advancement's swinge!  Cleaner power... transportation, medicine sans
perturbation.  ...Longer lives and better too, perspicacious, smart, and true.  We would be the gods we'd mind, an efficacious humankind...
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See? It's that which keeps "researchers" going—pressing forward—loathing slowing!  Too, on the track of fresher game than what's allowed by those we "name."  These are scabrous skeptibunkies: Nickell, Nye, or Shermer's flunkies. Plait, McGaga, Robert Sheaffer, Oberg, Posner... science Quakers.
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These at best? Reflexive skeptics! Something less than, say, reflective! ...At worst they are an evil scourge and typify a coward's purge!  By no means are they "scientific; what they are is scientistic. They produce profuse appraisals regards what's unexamined!  Facile!  See, science is as science does; the fruit's produced!  Well, always t'was.
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...Still, most would be the first to share... some "new stone tablets" promised there... where "beings" at last appear from space—though, not our ilk nor from our place!
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Who would chose to not be named, remembered long, revered in fame—to make "first" contact with a being from somewhere else... a fame not fleeting!  What it does is change all things, and some of that is what change brings: strife and upset, sturm and drang, rent's past due... the fat gal sang.  Though, there's of course the flip-side too: a vaster life for me and you.
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More than diamonds or mere gold (but translates neatly, I've been told) FAME is what's desired, friend, but draws the worst from lesser men. It will make some lie and steal or cheat their fellows from what's real, or cripple them in other ways... to "load their dice" so "lose their way."
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The "best," at best, must lose conviction... or covet data in restriction. The worst will take the CSICOP's stand: proclaim denial—out of hand!  It remains that people see, between their houses—over trees—that which comes to folks at night!  ...Not causing terror, panic—fright, but only as they've not been told what we have known since times of old!  That is where the fear comes from; that misdirection makes us dumb.
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Misdirection works AGAINST—repairs denial's crumbling fence!  They hoard the data or deny it... and what 'remains' is then derided! The "mainstream" works against disclosure, but gives the "loony" his exposure, along with 'experts' who then shill their standard skeptibunky swill.
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...There's a "syndrome" I've uncovered, an incubated CSICOP cover. It promotes what people see as "misinformed insanity"! Folks are "crazy," "misdirected," or "bilked" by cheats and thieves "detected"!  Even though that's largely true?  ...There's more to Earth and Heaven, too!
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These COPs deny vast "space" and "time," the "odds", "reports"—and all my rhyme—to seal themselves within that "bottle" proposed by [errant] Aristotle!  See, there is more than these allow, and more enriched by Plato, how?  ...We know we don't perceive Jack's spit.  We think we do?
We're full of it.  No, what exists be'twixt the spaces we don't know are there?  ...Evasive?  ...Not if that's what Physics says! If they don't I'll eat my fez.
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There is such duplicity that we allow like some disease to limit courage and resolve, and from then which... we'd be absolved!  Some will use this as they please to keep a 'rival' on her knees; some will use it as a ploy to 'own' the data they'd destroy. All will suffer for these few who profit to betray the truth...
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Yeah—all sides err, it's plain as day, so trust is hard and most refrain, but play into the hands of those... who ape that king without his clothes!  Reach for what you will my friend... ...or what's a heaven for?  Unbend!
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What is to be done with this, this errant thing we know exists, this travesty and sad affair that we endure and know is there.  ...This cover-up, conspiracy, dissatisfaction's misery.  ...What's a cure we could employ to force disclosure we'd enjoin!
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...And, if we wanted stark RESULTS, it's Daniel Sheehan we'd consult!  Turn him loose with some odd millions, quaking in their boots, the villains...  He would slice the snarled knot of paranormal "what you got" as he has proved against all odds; it's folks like him should get our nod!
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Too, that's just why he's been ignored, and corner-shot, with Greer deplored because in court he stalks the beast so soundly beaten ...say the least! Why, he convicted Ollie North and Silkwood's murder in due course. He produced at Wounded Knee a splendid native victory. He defended "Dr. Mack" who put "abduction" on the map, and he would do no less for 'us'! He would succeed, or try, I trust!
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See, this is where we hugely err because dismissed are those who dare! Anyone who'd walk "high noon" is shown the door, dismissed a loon, and kept below the "radar" used to see our way passed its abuse. Assigned a "margin" they don't earn, it is from these that we might learn!  ...And that's too much damned irony for folks aspiring off their knees.  Consciousness is not regarded, it's dumbed-down and then made retarded.



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The "Mothman Futility Syndrome" behavior is the contrived—so near inevitable—defeat, ruin, and despair visited upon that individual who invariably fails to get to the bottom of (or provide "adequate" explanation for) a paranormal experience manifesting itself to him or her... and which, by reason of it actually being embedded so deeply into the existential and corporeal, that person cannot ignore.
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It is NOT self-caused. It is a cruel imposition by shiftless, if advantaged, cowards!  These cowards show no respect for you, reader. Here's how.
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Everyone has heard tales about someone who went over the edge or "off the deep end" chasing UFO's, Bigfoot, or Loch Ness Monster affairs. Some of these persons lose jobs, loved ones, self-respect, and even their lives regarding extant if outré mainstream-derided incidents—proclaimed as "lack-witted paranormal snipe-hunting excursions"—so, allegedly, persons destroyed of their own accord and actions. Remember, I said not self-caused.
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Though, it would appear that these persons drive themselves "crazy" trying to "know the unknowable," or, in other words, chasing "obvious" folly. In the words of one man: making the choice between "not finding out" about "something" and... "...living a normal life."
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Just those two fallacious choices of "either/or" again, but that is what CSI would have one believe, at any rate. The villain in this piece, reader, is not that hard to see.
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...More forthcoming.
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Restore John Ford

Sunday, July 06, 2014

Pretending Pawls...


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I respect the "Real Deal," perceived a shining star... preferred: the true reality... proposed above the present bar, and though perhaps contentious or too quick on the offensive? I am doing what I'm doing to confront the lie pretended.
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See? What are they pretending but the lie that we're "alone," that there is not clear evidence: ancient ink and ageless stone, that there is much beneath the "shroud" our culture would impose! Ironic, it's an 'Emperor' bereft of any clothes!
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What are they pretending with our "mainstream" in its yoke, contrived for corporate interests, so a lapdog—an embarrassed joke; denying what real people are reporting without fail, though they suffer for their trouble: slings and arrows—even jail!
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What are they pretending? Robber Barons run amok! Thieves manipulations to ensure them means to keep "good luck." Business has a power that is near to absolute, and corrupted absolutely is that power—that's the truth!
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What are they pretending as the Earth begins to warm, or consider dying oceans just the start of what we'd blithely harm! We could take the steps right now to "cleanly" move to space, but psychopaths destroy us all in self-absorbed disgrace!
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What are they pretending as our children starve to death, and those who live are crippled by the hatred you'd, for sure, expect? Too true, we make our enemies... more often than is not, but what would come from greed we show to those who haven't "got"!
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What are they pretending with egregious tyrannies discounting individuals surviving callused—beat-up—knees? Invention's disrespected when "disturbing" status quos... which must have their way regardless, or become—yes sir—ones greatest foe!
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What are they pretending as they practice a denial that's an insult to intelligence held against us at some future "trial"? Humanity is judged, or not, by who, it's said, is there; not God or all his angels ...but an ET!  I despair!
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What are they pretending while ignoring, in the sky, the lights which move so weirdly as they weave or bob—but clearly fly? We've enough reports from folks who claim they interact... with an alternate intelligence... abducting them in fact?
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What are they pretending as they hide and cover tracks, or make up "pretty" histories our kids reject, in fact! What use?! A lie's a lie but smells so sweet, and transfers all too well... contributing to an ignorance that sends us ALL to hell!
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So they should stop pretending that they validate "best practice" in ways which only signify, at best, "convenient" practice. There is much, too much, at stake, much more than we now know, and shall we find the denouement to reap what we would sow?
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We're best served the real deal without the mad pretence, some truth in our reality, sincere forthcoming-ness! A place where stealthy psychopaths are checked by 'rule of law' and where there is fidelity, say, beyond a CSICOP's pawl!


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www.AlienView.net



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Klasskurtxian pawls, what should be mechanical locks to preclude a reverse operation, operate in reverse, of course.  With their aid we back-step and step back.  See the difference?  The former is our failure and the latter its consequence.
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Theirs is the catch in our cultural wheel that should, by their protestation, otherwise ratchet society only forward! ....Discouraging, they would proclaim, even precluding effortless back-step or back-slides... and of needs even removing the pawl entirely where required and sensible!  This is found not to be the case.
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Too, generally facilitating that reversed pawl—and so backsliding to a previous position already tried and rejected—Klasskurtxians won't recognize and identify their self-denying back-steppage as a hindrance to aggregate societal advancement... which is no longer assured, even guaranteed lost with their self-involved administration!  They must at last see themselves as an organization and initiative so toxic to creatively efficacious intelligence—and even a general quality of life—that it buggers perspicacious credulity!
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Again, klasskurtxians operate a reverse ratchet in a facilitated slide to a previously held position suiting THEM!  They lurk there awaiting another opportunity for a regressive slip, but take heart. Klasskurtxian days are numbered, even if it's still, very unfortunately, likely a big number. The reader can take heart in their eventual demise.
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See, Like a Rush Limbaugh of the rabid counter-paranormal, a Klasskurtxian ignores the facts, creatively spins the evidence, and discounts the proof embraced by opposing institutions, divergent individuals, or ideas contrary to their own... then astonishingly accuses others of those devolving  behaviors practiced!  Too, the Klasskurtxian lacks the consistency it would otherwise demand in others and prosecutes its very canted and self-serving agenda in a decidedly convenient and one sided manner complimenting, again, only its reductionist self.  It's not science unless they say it is, these abject and self-appointed arbiters of their own convenience... ever imposed on others.
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By way of example, klasskurtxians embrace intellectual, "think cloak" fallacies like that old turnip about "extraordinary claims requiring extraordinary evidence," for instance. Remember the preceding is only a clever dodge to ensure a Klasskurtxian controlled definition of evidence which is constantly raising its own evidentiary bar or horizon but receding to a prefered if fallacious position!
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Too, it employs "Occam's razor," an applied—if errantly utilized—rubric providing cant to the simplest possible explanation as the correct one, always.  This is used to justify 'BALLOONS' taken for hovering objects... balloons, I point out, not shot down in a hail of antiaircraft fire over Los Angeles in 1942 (AA exploding shell-detritus was killing people on the ground!), and 'VENUS' for a huge triangular craft witnessed by hundreds if not thousands (and five counties of police officers) over south Illinois in 1991...
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Give aggregate humanity a freaking break!
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If the reader has the slightest doubt regarding the preceding they only have to take an enjoyably informative gander at Jerry Cohen's very excellent and "reasonably welded" website at http://www.cohenufo.org/ and compare it with the all-proclamation-and-churlish-pronouncements whiningly pontificated at the CSI site (CSICOPia abandoned!) STILL found at http://www.csicop.org.
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Cohen deconstructs a Klasskurtxian CSI at every turn, rationally negates many of CSIs ufological presumptions (blighting the rest), and invalidates, magnificently —with some humor and a dash of appropriate sarcasm— the presumed charter and mandate of CSI's core organization. Don't take my word for it. Go see for yourself. The dragon, if not dead, lies dying with Cohen's lance in its scaly chest!

Mr. Cohen, a hero unsung, is old guard—been around and diligently if quietly researching for years—but he is descriptive of a new breed of ufologist using the opposition's own arguments as evidence of that opposition's fallaciousness. Mr. Cohen refreshingly goes, unlike CSI, where the data leads. Rare bird, THAT!

Too, Cohen very clearly provides citation along with his rationally progressive thinking in a hyper-textual manner balancing both sides of the contentious argument magnificently—the complete antithesis of a pretending CSI! Finally, he makes it transparently obvious that our cultural deck is sullenly stacked by an officious faux-mainstream devoid of the same veracity that it demands of its hapless adherents and makes it measurably clear, additionally, that not only are we not in "Kansas" anymore, good reader, maybe we were never in "Kansas," at all!

Read on.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

...Let's Be Frank...

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Frank Feschino lives my friend! Remember him as you pretend you took no sides when he'd disclosed... his tale to us on Errol's show.
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Invited, he just tells the story. There is no reward or glory, just a smear by those effused with ignorance* that Frank refutes.  It's at this point I have to add: "reward" and "glory" should be had.  Feschino's earned it truth be known, he's hewn a path it has been shown...
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Not that he'd expected praise; he is dismayed at the "disgrace." See, all he did was sift too well the "well raked dust" of Bluebook's "tell." Too, what was told as data's sieved, and facts appear we can't forgive? Why, a betrayal of the trust which others missed!  It's not discussed!  ...Or, what occurs when trust's abused, and all Frank's work was then misused... to cheaply make the printer's buck, a steaming pile of "published suck"...
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Hauling data, Frank's returned. Sixteen years his search had churned! Too, he's been busy "prosecuting" all the claims expressed refuting!  Truth be told, it's all worked out... and documented, hope to shout.  Project Bluebook as I said, a trove of treasure as it's read. Then, in print: named journalists describing facts as they exist! Last, "first-persons" make account what they all saw to fly about... together all this paints a picture.  If we but copped, we'd be the richer.
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Still, dismiss him—and the stars—plus all of ones professed regard to hoeing righteous rows in science! The lack of which tempts pseudoscience.  See, he pinpoints, plots, and notes the time-hacks... ...points where UFOs had made their impact.  He defines an audit trail!  It's the saucer's holy grail!
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Lo, some were damaged, spitting smoke.  This was reported, not a joke: connected points, established flight-paths... of UFOs.  Now, there's your cold draught!
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Seems Frank might be, what I sure feel... is the righteous, real deal.  The harbinger of fact portrayed: a truth resembling hand grenades!
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Too, there's interest from lettered principals most agree are more than sensible. Massive data must sustain more truth per drop than's been maintained by specious words or ill campaigns employed to cant considered brains!
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Frank's been at this, years, my friend! See, you've the "cant," I would contend. You condemned him without reading, without so much as even reaching! Then locked ranks to shut him out without a thought t'what he's about!
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Too, all because his book was raped (!) dispatched to an ignoble jape; perverted by an errant press and hacked beyond belief: oppressed!  Ask Don Ledger who contends: that "errant press," too, hacked on him!
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...Some reactive meme dispatched, to aid "pro-active effort's" crash? Folks who can't see other venues, the "blinkered fools" with jealous "menus," these must have it all their way... or make the rest, then, rue their day!  ...Though, truth is truth and shall not go the way that one might want, you know?
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Frank has, frankly, done the work where others, frankly, weren't alert! This must help to open doors obstructed by "convention's" force, a force maintaining world views of niggards wishing mundane news!
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Shoot Them Down is called a hoax and mocked, insulted... made a joke, but now it has deserving edit, a second look provokes its credit! Too! Feschino's story's caught the eye of persons more amazed than I!
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Though, Frank's accused of a "destruction " a "very silly" contrived "construction "... built to "bring the 'study' down..." already limping and unsound!
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But that's a crock, the data's there! This has one by the shortest hair. See, it's in the record no one read! If it's a snake, it's bit! You're dead!
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Condon was a liar, hoss, and what's that fare, friend? What's our loss? What would we be if we weren't slaves... ...and faced our future... acted brave?
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...Truth is better through my lens... ...facilitates respect, my friend .
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Too, I... suspect that Frank's sincere, accept his work (oh my... oh dear!), and show that it's not Frank to say... compelling truth! No, that's "Bluebook's" play.
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See? Over half the data's there. All had missed the "thread," Mon Frère! Likely blinded by Herr Condon... ill perceived "non-truth," the problem.  Dick and Jerry*, primrose "led" to be so hard-nosed, and that said?  Science fiction is far off... but data driven? Those shoes drop!
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It won't impede the crushing fact that "Shoot Them Down" was "orders," Jack!   We would want a saucer bad, so risk a war with "others"! Mad!
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Too, it's not like we can't be stupid... addled, brainless… less than lucid, caught within the errant snare that we're "alone," but au contraire! ...
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Now I don't know what I've found out is truly what it's all about, but I respect what Frank has done... what he's late writ and by the ton! Too, some heavy-weights have waded in? Those who scoffed, prepare your chins!
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Friedman, Cox, and Porterfield know the data cited's real. Good and Barker make a case, and Maccabee has interest placed. Responsible, one follows data, the rest is bupkis; zero... nada.
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Think! There is more that has been missed if these men think this might exist.  If I'm wrong, I'll say "mea culpa", double-slap my face like Culkin, apologize in verse and prose... admit that "you" were on the nose.  I don't believe I'm wrong, at all; convictions "soar and cleave"—my call!
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Just remember out of tact, that good men died and that's a fact, when UFOs traversed the sky and our jets chased them, Frank confides.  We would try to shoot them down, just to have one, how unsound.  "Lurid duels of death," described, precludes denials—as denied—that we would fight an air war, then, with our jet planes and our brave men.  Though that is what, it seems to me, what had occurred, and with ET.
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Data has direction, friend, conclusions are arrived at when:  the picture "painted" makes all sense, is coming clean on its first rinse, and is not stretched or made contrived—presuming any sense survived—and what remains must fit the facts t'would all admit was such as that.


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Frank Feschino / Stanton Friedman


* the late Richard Hall and Jerry Clark (if with appropriate respect...)

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Three generations of serious UFO researchers just missed it; the biggest flap in United States History, a flap of which we too faintly or even barely heard.  1952s Summer Of Saucers: a plethora of saucers extant and unambiguous orders to... Shoot Them Down.

Three generations of "UFO Hunters" from Keyhoe to Kimball, reader, never recognized the fumbled ufological ball!

Gray Barker, of all people, got close... he knew this was a puzzle with many pieces, but he didn't have Bluebook.

A "special thank you" is extended to Dr Edward Condon, then, the stealth spook and authoritarian obfurator who had Bluebook in toto and blew it off of cowardly needs niggardly, decidedly short sighted, and dangerous. Ignorance always is.  Shame Dr. Condon! Shame!

Ask Stanton Friedman... the generation between Keyhoe and Kimball—presuming I'm forgiven this stretch to alliteration—he'll admit he missed it, I'm betting. But presented to him in the data rich manner in which it is offered? 

He, as do some perspicacious others, caught Feschino's train, reader, only Stan shovels coal in the tractor, and officiates at the caboose! Read on.

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