Sunday, February 24, 2008

Out On A Limb



It's with no small trepidation that I go out on a limb, that I let what disappoints me get the best of me again. That I rake the past for clues constructing "fabrics" that I find... might make some sense of things I see which fester in our minds.

See, we're all fed a dusty gruel: contrived manipulation. We're a *programmed* hapless populous! We are plagued by infestation.

Lo, that's us so parasitic on the skin of Mother Earth. We'd pretend "dominion"! Lack of "stewardship's" our curse! So, I would find some nourishment in a "cross-grain" look I'd glean... from cognitions which surround me in the flesh of our *machine*.

Like, the history we're taught in school's a feel good fabrication; invented for convenience, it's a stark confabulation. Written by the winners in a bid to stay on top, the truth is then forsaken as is often, then, as not.

The kids, now, sense the senselessness of what they learn in school. They can't articulate it, but they hate being played for fools. This is why they don't like books — why history is boring; they don't LIKE the lies they sense their *teachers* are exploring ...who're training mere employees of a type as dry as dust, while they punish "different drummers" like it's THEM who breaks the trust!

See, they don't want a teacher who will teach what's plainly seen, they want a reproductionist who will teach tradition's meme! This is that tradition which supports an upper class, facilitating less and less for those these list as crass.

Conspiracy? Well — It's LIKELY given profits which are paid, given "those who take advantage" in a world that they degrade. Given sociopathy to sell the status quo... which wounds the vast majority while elitists lift their nose.

Conspiracy is certain when the record's balanced out! When one begins to cop to what it's really all about. When one begins to see: the CIA for fronting business, and doing NOT what it has SAID but drug-lord guile and glibness.

UFOs? They're wound up in the taproots of our lives! They do not go away and frankly fill portentous skies. Too, they're well outside what's spewed — via corporate TV. They're OUTSIDE law, and they advise? We're on our bleeding knees!

Evidence presumes, of course; that we are not alone! This Evidence is parchment, ancient glyphs, and carved in stone! Too, we forget the photographs, forget the ones who see, just queue up to be utilized by the ones with *greater* need.

Something is, yes, out there, but we shove it from our minds! We make this into "make believe" and we don't look — or find. And this an inculcation from a culture almost dead... which is run on old ideas that look back and not ahead!

Christians? They're a scary lot who sell a suspect view. They maintain that UFOs are demons, through and through. But, the politics of hatred is the stock with which THEY trade; divisive and egregious, it's the cloth with which they're made!

Oh, worse than many Moslems, and exceeding any Jew, they've made their creed intolerance, and they threaten freedom, true. They've done this from near onset; their history is rife. They did not count on reasoning, but proselytized the knife. They create, in fact, the Moslem so threatening us today. For well upon a thousand years they've nurtured hate, I say!

They're (in fact!) the reason that the "dark age" did ensue... when Constantine made up his mind to *use* them, we were screwed. Retreat from *Christianity* was what saved us from that "dark," a Renaissance had intervened; new questions made their spark!

So, if one's to be a *Christian* and one really wants to try, make the Christian fundamentalist, then, the *beast* they should decry!

NASA? Crap! Foul agency; it's WE who've paid for IT. It's not a club for good old boys with sneers upon their lips! It's not to act out petulance and whine because it's crossed, and it's not allowed to dictate who'll ride or who's the boss!

Frankly, I'm embarrassed at the attitude they cop! They act like snotty rich kids, yes, whose ears we should have boxed. But that's the foolish fallacy that NASA's long maintained, that space's club's exclusive and a jealous tight domain.

Crap! Anyone one who pays his way should have the shot desired. That's what, in fact, contrived machines, provided what's required! We pay for servant agencies to do the public will, not psychopaths with checkbooks who contrive our bitter pill!

That it takes a *special* person of a type who stands *above*, forgetting for a moment how they work, come push to shove. Still and all, horse feathers! If you pay the freight, you go. It's GREAT that real "outsiders" have a chance to get to go. They have a fresh position, and they're well outside the loop; we've got a brand new insight in perspective on the truth!

...And THAT'S the bone's contention, eh, that an outlook's fresh and clean? That Tito might return to Earth... and tell us what he's seen...

We don't get, too much, respect... from ALL our institutions. COPS make themselves the enemy by subverting constitutions. The LAWYERS look for loopholes to accomplish much the same, and this is not forgetting that they sell themselves in shame. REVERENDS and MINISTERS would steer you to the right, and front for corporate funding through indulgence sold outright!

See, this is a reminder that our planet's overrun; it's these the cause that most live bad, or under unjust guns.

The MEDIA'S contrived itself as of the "middle road." Though, it's offensive to real journalists with its instincts of a toad. It won't approach the useful stuff, it won't report the news. It fronts the corporate party line and sings the corporate blues. It DEFINES "conflict of interest." It protects the "bottom line." It acts like it has honor, but that's more fishy shrimp and brine.

They've NEVER been the "fourth estate," that's just a mask they've made, since Hearst it is so obvious what they're made off — how they're paid. The preceding, worked in concert, would entail our demise, but for things... egalitarian — and those UFOs we've spied.

A Renaissance is coming, and in fact is almost here. It's worldwide with the internet and it's freedom's ringing cheer...

It's unfettered information, it's to go *there* real time. While *it* happens you're a witness, and you see *it* unrefined. See before it gets its spin. See what has been hidden. Read the folks you'd never read because they've been forbidden.

Think the thoughts you're thinking; find those others thinking too! Think those thoughts you're warned against, and find a few ring true. Some must dream they have their lock on what they think they know, but there is more *philosophy* than one can dream, you know?

alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net


The Comedy Channel [tm] once upon a time... John Stewart's coverage of the Disclosure Press Con... well -- it got no laughs from me. I was channel chasing specifically with the intention of finding some coverage on that event from the mainstream... I got my wish.

After a momentary flash of hopeful expectancy provoked by the appearance of Dr. Greer's leering and not entirely welcome head in the CRT, I quickly noticed the CTV watermark in the bottom right corner of the screen. ...Profound disappointment, followed by the keenest sense of outrage I've felt in many moons... this mainstream's burning the sense of humor right out of me.

Somebody knows!


Read on.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Illinois Then, Again



Illinois's a placid State for folks who know their place? They've "jobs, and crops, and families" to keep their lives in pace? They've got to "make a living" —keep the wolves from worried doors— so they've got to be pragmatic... Still, don't they need to know the score?

Too, stuff infests their nighttime skies, and they won't care a wit? Blaming *jobs* or *farms* and *weather*, they blame *family* and *thrift*? Rather, giving in completely to the DICTATES of their day, when it is in FACT those "dictates" to subvert and lose them pay!

Illinois hosts UFOs that obviate the man. They fly aloft, huge arrowheads, like buildings, understand? Too, all lit up with beacons from sharp corners all aglow, they shimmer with a crimson light that pulsates down below!

They waft along majestically, bereft of any stealth. They make themselves available for inspections of themselves. Then, they rattle chains of status quo — indifferent to the style... of a mainstream so mendacious its whole cloth's a toxic guile!

See, they're like a big "pink elephant," but one that's really seen! How could one report that fact — expect to be believed? Though, how does one belie a tale fleshed out, straight and true, by so many trusted persons who communicate that view?

The eerily anomalous does fly northeastern skies, and "911" was called upon by sober men, denied. The cops dispatched would see it too, and photos they were making... were hard to see and indistinct but minus any faking! Philip Klass was quick to crow that "it was only Venus." Small scholarship would blow that off as thinking which demeans us.

Four towns of cops would see this thing which flew without a sound, which blocked out all the planets and the stars Phil thought profound! Yes, professionals of diverse types, from teachers up through truckers were witnesses to strange events demanding something from us!

The craft was huge but danced the sky and spun upon its axis. Devoid of any commonness, it does nothing to relax us. And lit up like a Christmas tree it sped up now and then... to *shoot* to the horizon, trained observers tell us, friend.

Real towns in Illinois report this UFO: Lebanon and Shiloh and Dupo, don't you know! And yet the word does NOT go out, events were just ignored, and we are left to ponder what credulity implores!

Once again authorities have proved they've missed the boat! Once again they demonstrate they'd rather sink then float! Once again they demonstrate the "courage" of our race to a plethora of visitors we're yet too dumb too face! Once again we lose out on the living, breathing stars! Once again we're petrified, and while more near than far!

And still these sneer and chuckle like it's *us* who has no clue, when the world is in RENAISSANCE and potential's bright and new! Worldwide we come alive and cop to where we are: a tiny globe on beaten paths, and shining like a star!

Stanton Friedman makes the case: it's "folks" more near than far who have cluttered our real history and might hint some "higher" bar. That we aspire to this bar, our struggle of the past — to free ourselves from priests and kings who strangle us at last...

To be free of all their ad-men — manipulations they contrive... to sell a short term world view that we can't or won't survive.

...So what about that "NON-EVENT" — going down in Illinois? Why don't we hear the furor of some people making noise? Why don't they make DEMANDS of them who makes demands of us... as they squander our inheritance and betray the future's trust?

Why are we less than knowledgeable, why would we just deny... what people who are good and true have reported in their skies? Why would these honest persons, who have everything to lose... why would they, then, report these things — to such as me and you?

Something flew in Illinois. This, at least, you hear? Mainstream blithe indifference should be blamed. They're Sellouts; clear?

It could not be a stealth-craft of the type to spy on us, or why in hell'd they advertise, and light the damn thing up?! The thing that was reported was just too damn big to make, and suggesting that it's Venus? That's a fulsome Phil Klass fake!

So, why the hell ignore this and be something less than free? Do hapless folks in Illinois just like their bleeding knees?

alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net


Humanity secures another victory for those with dirt in their hair. That's not a good thing. The dirt comes from the reflexive move to shove ones head into the ground at the first sign of the irascibly inexplicable but paradigm changing inconvenient. That's when they're not flexible enough to make hats of their own prolapsed pores. New things done in unpredictable ways, you know?

Christ, but aggregate humanity is like a fetus who won't leave the freaking womb! Not good for fetus or womb, eh?

Too, consider what the distractions of family, farm, and job are really distracting us from... when the family is an invention of this century, the farm is being phased out for the monolithic agro monopoly (in the interests of efficiency of course, an efficiency made necessary by a population insentiently doubling every twenty years or so), and "the job" is generally a nonproductive futility, for most, contributing to the general environmental degradation & disintegration.

And people wonder why there seems to be so much depression and suicide!

Intimating a very tantalizing set of expansive potentialities, it seems preferable to cop to the obvious reality of UFOs and try to get an idea of what they seem to be so furiously pointing at, eh? This seem to gesture to the attention of something, perhaps themselves.

Honestly, are we doomed to live harrowing real lives beyond the only imagined terrors of the otherwise ignored alien visitation? Are we doomed to be led to a sick society's self-righteous slaughter by the hyper-privileged few who feel they have the divine right to profit from the exertions of we, the dues paying deluded... destroying the home of those deluded in the process?

If those few who profit from "we deluded" feel compelled to protest, well... it may be that their protest is fueled more by justified LOSS of prestige and position enjoyed unjustly for too many years, than for the sensitivities and sensibilities of those who produce the prestige and position for them. The catbird bemoaning a threat to its seat. Pity.

I pause for a sneer of my own.

In other words, it's not to our aggregate benefit that these protests (or ufological denials) are ever —and have ever been— made. Certainly we're better off knowing truth, presently completely denied us, whatever the price or consequence. We do ourselves no favors by hiding from what most of the hyper-educated propeller heads ADMIT is out there... somewhere.

And if *they* are somewhere, they could be anywhere. Too, that means most certainly even HERE.

What happened in Illinois on January 5th, 2000? Then what continues to happen over and over again in an accelerating cycle of the highest strangeness witnessed by hundreds or even thousands of credible persons?

There have been flaps in and around the interim. Can anyone remember the Phoenix Lights in Arizona 1997, O'hare International in 2007 haunting a seemingly over-represented Illinois, and the most recent full-bore and brass-jacketed Flap in 2008?

Indeed, how many times can one strike this ufological flint, get a good productive spark, and it all not just burst into flame, finally?

Somebody knows.

Read on!

Restore John Ford!

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Errant Clocks


I'm logging in a sky-watch of the stuff that flies up there; I won't pretend what I have found — report what isn't there. Too, I don't mean to scare you or detract from your beliefs, but we're beset by bastards with the ethics of disease.

See, it's "winners" write a history clearly missing all its thorns. It's how they've kept posterity on the UFOs suborned. It's how they've lied to spare themselves; it's why we don't look up; its why we ask no questions of these men we know corrupt.

This is why they can ignore us. This is why we're so insane. It's why we trod the paths we take — or shriek a shrill refrain.

They call that cognitive dissonance, how to think when "up" is "down." How to justify what doesn't fit; turn crap to sparkling crowns. ...Can't keep it up for very long, the spirit won't abide. You make yourself irrelevant. It makes you sick inside.

See, still the lights traverse the sky, and strangeness DOES abound! Their speed is slow and variable. Their appearance is profound. And yes, they flash and tumble, and they vanish — reappear. They cannot be mere pelicans — too peculiar, odd, and queer. And I mean that in a good way, as produced by massive stars? It's an infinite diversity we've just trifled with so far!

The Christ-ians call them "demon's spawn" of "he who dwells below." They haven't copped to Enki, or Enlil, don't you know. See, assigning errant histories to a label they maintain... just moves control from human hands to that which they've ordained!

It's all just razzle-dazzle of a *faith* that they abused... with Gods to love and hate folks so the flock will stay confused!

Skeptics are the valued lot, but bunkies stink with fear. They've got a lot *invested* in a *future* they hold dear. "The crown of all creation, we're alone..." these would maintain, and reports of flying saucers come from "crazy —misled— brains." They're like an errant clock which measures time, I would presume, as a chronicle of wishes for a world-view they'd assume.

Pundits bury tongues in cheeks and sneer up ruffled sleeves. They front for corporate interests who would do just what they please. They've sold their souls to Mammon, see, would dissemble on the truth, so they're the part and parcel of control in disrepute!

They're slick and coifed, articulate, and too well dressed it seems. And THESE maintain the status quo composed of shallow dreams?

It's true the colored lights portend, for them, a non-event! Cops report real UFOs... take pictures they present! We see them all across the world; we see they've been recorded in the paintings of the masters who revealed what's reported!

We see them in the photographs — to old to have been faked. We read them in the written word the sages wrote for fate. We hear them on the radio. We see them on TV. Content, we're sold a bill of goods, contained, betrayed — you see?

So, I'm logging in a sky watch. I report what I perceive. I'm not a crass believer OR a skeptibunky's breed.

I have my own possession. I'm beholden to myself. I'll make my observation as I will, right off the shelf.

I'll strike the sun if it offends me; let its fairness rule my soul. I'll move towards the evidence, and then where it leads I'll go.

alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net


Though the heavens fall...

Hey. If they fell at all? Then what's their value? Trust in Allah, but tie up your camel?

The last few days resulted in four of them providing sightings of the previously described type. Nocturnal lights, tumbling, flashing, appearing and disappearing in clear skies are observed to vary speed and direction across an inky star field... What Dr. Hynek might have termed a CE-1... all you have to do is rock your head back, and refuse to forecast what you might see... they're THERE, damn it!

Somebody knows...

Restore John Ford. Read on.

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Pyramids of Maslow (II of II)






...Now the seventh tier is greater than the pyramid implies! Greater than its sum of parts: a synergy's contrived!
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It's here there comes advancement as one cuts away ones fear. It's here there's elevation that your *God* has even feared!
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It's here there is progression as the grasp achieves its reach. It's here, perhaps advancement as those reaching turn to teach. It's here, perhaps, improvement of an efficacious kind; it's here one knows the pleasure of the perspicacious mind.
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See, at seven one's *self-actualized* ...as good as one can get, and is reaching for the very things we can't conceive of, yet.
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"Reach" and "grasp" become as one, and magic happens fast!  Reality is sorted out, more firmly gripped at last. "Acceptance" is the stock in trade for "others" as they are—themselves, the world or what's outside ... that mind that is not ours!
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Preferred is spontaneity. What's novel is the creed—the evidence considerable ...for routine there's little need. It's novelty conserved at last, the yin to yang of entropy, chaos is what rules supreme, for habit they have enmity.
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The problem's at the center of the point of the concern; the self is secondary—that's the hardest thing we learn. Desired? Oh, rare detachment, the forest for the trees. Gestalt is common—usual ... they're off their bleeding knees! Requiring modest solitude so the thinking bubbles up, the actualized are worth the time they spend apart from us!
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They change the world's thinking as they think the thoughts they do. Improving our humanity, they can see a problem new!
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Required? An independence from distractions lower down on the levels of their pyramid that they've built on quaking ground. They NEED their stark autonomy they will EARN by giving back ... useful fruits of thoughtful labor as they take us "there" and "back"!
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Too, resistance is the reflex given dogma one has brought. Stereotyped behaviors are eschewed as more than not.
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They don't judge, but don't participate, not flamboyant, they don't try ... to stretch the unconventional to a point one could despise. They seek the common welfare, and an increase of the same. They live within an empathy so they suffer more, our shame.
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Relationships are deeper (with a few), and less is more. Superficiality is detested to its core.
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They see the democratic as the path to be maintained, where misery is shared on out, thereby: relieving needless pain. The joy is shared the same smart way, but increases for the sharing! The reward's a satisfaction we achieve for all our daring!
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Too, then comes their transcendence, they don't cope, they SOAR and CLEAVE! The soul must slip its surly bonds to strive and to achieve!
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Creation is the answer and the fund of real wealth; it satisfies the "hunger," and provokes for mental health.
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It brings a "PEAK EXPERIENCE"; it is RAPTURE ; it is JOY; it's self-regenerating so there's independence, boy! It's excitement, and it's insight, and it's not for just a few! More could well achieve it with their structures so imbued.
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Imbued with what, you're asking? Well, imbued by what supports! A better wage, paid time to think, clean WATER, by report!
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The path is self-constructed in a pyramid one makes to reach the sky and grasp the truth from charlatans and fakes! Expand upon potential! Elevate your mind!
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...Soar and cleave unlimited, unbound, and unconfined!

alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net


Self-actualization. More could (should) have it, and all would (shall) be IMPROVED for these having it. It'd bring the saucers down, but they're coming down anyway.

Artists and writers—artists of any type actually; these should get a stipend from a progressive government. That's right. Poets should be supported by the state.

Seriously, the creative should be encouraged to create. There will be crap. There's always crap... ...that's not news to anyone when it's 90% of everything?

Our salvation is in our creative artifice, and that's it, is my best guess. Unfettered intellectualities are required. Yeah boy! Gimmee summa dat!

Increasingly, father science is beginning to seem like it's not going to be able to pull off the big enchilada all by itself, eh? Aristotle and Plato are going to have to reconcile—create a synergy.

Aristotle can't go it alone. He would if he could. But he can't. It becomes increasingly obvious to him and flop sweat slimes his countenance. Science or nothing?  Then you have nothing.

Exactly.

Restore John Ford.