Truth In Lying Aspic

Science is wondrous! It gives us ourselves! It's gift is release from our devils and hells. It's turned us to *gods* —though a lower case "g"— still it's gone a long way for the "brave" and the "free". It's made us efficient, extended our reach, expanded our grasp... all in all? It's a peach!

...Too, it shows we're a mote in the eye of the cosmic, a flicker of sentience not alone in the dark! It flies in the face of complacent indifference, our pride, self-possession and a hubris gone stark! See, we choose to avoid larger lessons it teaches, that we're a mere speck in the eye of some God who is so far above us he's blithely forgotten to give us attention, and so spares us his rod!

Perforce we are plagued with an odious ignorance... the sordid results of those faults all our own, as some lack respect for the folk shoved beneath them where lacking compassion draws blood from a stone!

Yes, some would ignore, and then keep from ourselves, the secrets improving our lives? Bloody HELL!!

The secret? That —power— to stand quite alone, take control of your "self", and be —safe— in your home? Well, Not trifled by persons providing short change, withholding respect and then showing disdain! There is a free lunch that will keep us alive beyond the constrictions of some, I surmise. But profit's now made with its roots in what's passed and we are obliged to light farts or burn gas.

"Some" worship proud science and grind to a halt! Their message is shallow! Its substance needs salt! Their shtick is a limit imposed to pretend that they, quite alone, are your saviors and friends. But that's an untruth and the same kind of lie that I find in man's Gods I decry and despise. See, worship your science and find, with a start, you're losing direction, your purpose — your heart!

The mainstream's co-opted, distorted, deranged, and pulled from the path of a truth-seeking brain! Its true use corrupted from what it should be — a "sense" that is "common", yet wise, and —YES! — free!

The mainstream's been hijacked by those with "agendas", psychopaths burning our bridges "befriend" us, and we're at a loss in their sea of malfeasance... They've hijacked our will and expect an obeisance!

My common sense tells me UFOs are, forgetting we can't know they come from the stars; though I am amazed at the conscience of some who would discount the evidence, so prove they're benumbed. Numb in a way that insures our dependence... Numb in a way that precludes our release... Numb in a way that is self-manufactured and lurking those shadows? Disgrace and defeat!

The bunkies opposing are busily passionate, the rest of us tired and lacking resolve. The bunkies are focused, concordant, and allied, the rest us back-bite, or quibble and stall. The bunkies get "air time" and coast the main stream, truthseekers self-publish or live in their dreams.

So how does it work that the least has the most; that the few will abide as the rest become toast. Well, the bunkies have "science" and "God" on their side, so the rest of us suffer the psychopath's ride! None call it treason that few would conspire to limit the heights to which we'd aspire. Though we are constrained, and against our best interests! Misinformed and betrayed we are weak and defenseless!

Comes a new dawn when the Eschaton's here. Concrescence is looming to predispose fear. We as we were? Well, we won't have a clue. We as we'll be? Friend, that's a guess, too.

alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net



Man's Gods. Memes and ideas, compelling though they may be and created by an individual first to stay on an intellectual incline, are ultimately hijacked and corrupted by the unelected few to do the convenient bidding of those few. These are the the remnants of Truth, reader, caught in an aspic of lies.

See, true stories, myths, and legends once captured in impressed clay and old stone from 8000 BCE and beyond endure, indeed, but, only receiving the most current indoctrinating spin to facilitate pompous priests and klasskurtxian kings of the most common era truth only, these are at last perverted and otherwise distorted to become a vehicle for the authoritarian rule of feckless sociopaths. As history is largely writ by the sociopath, there's a clearer record of same when one reads between the lines.

Praise God, eh? Not so fast, Skippy. Not unless it is the God described by Theodore Sturgeon in his capstone novel, Godbody. His is the only gospel worth considering, imo.

See, like Sturgeon, and Spinoza and Santayana, my "mal-attributed" atheism is born out of my true appreciation and respect for the universe, and not the errant Gods fashioned by men to do their self-serving and convenient will... commercial Gods made and then re-made out of whole cloth to impose the wishes of a predatory few. Remade?

Consider the ages old evolution of the Sumerian god Enlil: where God's evolution must be at least touched by some form of Darwinianism, eh? ...ongoing evolution into the single God of El or AL, morphing through his tortured transition to Yah-weh, the God of Abraham, then on to the God of Peter and Paul... shortly on to Allah, the God of Mohammed... Remade, like I said, to suit the convenience of his most powerful proponent... sorry. That's the alien view...

And then it occurs to me that perhaps we make (or remake!) our bad-penny skeptibunkies the same way we make our lap-dog Gods — by good "press," exclusively and regardless! Consider the highly controversial Kal K. Korff, by way of example, known hereafter on this monologue as triple "K".

"Deliberate Remanufacture" by a corrupted mainstream would seem to be the only thing allowing the triple "K" to do what he does, and that is to spring phoenix-like from the righteous ashes of being caught pretty foul vis a vis Art Bell in the not so dim past, Kevin Randle later on, and Paul Kimball most recently — certainly foul enough (one would have thought!) to preclude his inexplicably "honored" reemergence with such frequency! But not so.

It's something that these "strangely favored" mainstream pundits can do with astonishing regularity. Consider Gerald Posner of "JFK — Case Closed" as another perfect example. Here's another shill for the corrupted status quo very scholarly discredited by Doctor Michael Parenti's History As Mystery, but Posner lives on... a ready example of other well rewarded *mainstream* lap-dogs... earning their chew-toys by keeping the rest of us off balance, dis-informed or happily ignorant of the true state of affairs. I'm not the only one who feels this way...

An expansive search in the UFO UpDate archives for the word "Korff" turns up the following pieces of commentary gleaned from just =3= of 55 total pages of very illuminating contributions, from assorted people, regarding our intrepid triple "K"... 550 plus messages! That's quite a compilation of the less than efficacious on any researcher...

The gist of these messages is tres uncomplimentary... Even "I" don't get that much offended vituperation [g]!

Ordinarily, I'd be favorably attracted to such a wide beamed notoriety, but then I remember the bunch for which he fronts, and besides, triple "K" is wired in such a manner that he raises the hair on the back of my neck along with bile in my throat... view the archives referenced, if you have the subscription—and you really should—to get a flavor for yourself. Though, keep some toothpaste handy:

http://www.virtuallystrange.net/ufo/updates/1997/
may/m12-005.shtml
may/m08-019.shtml
aug/m03-029.shtml
may/m03-013.shtml
may/m29-008.shtml
apr/m27-033.shtml
may/m15-001.shtml
m17-021.shtml
aug/m11-009.shtml
apr/m26-006.shtml
may/m03-022.shtml

The referenced posts are intelligently critical of triple "K" (on balance) and begin to outline an individual begging to have his whole program roundly re-criticized, unfavorably re-considered, and thoroughly re-discredited. But up he inexplicably pops, regardless! ...UP he pops, again and again... What's up with that!?!

If it were me, or you, gentle reader, we would be sued, fined, secured to stocks, and otherwise solidly pilloried. We'd be tarred and feathered and run out of ufological town on a splintery rail. We'd be indelibly marked, publicly banished, and then professionally shunned. We'd lose our contracts, our book deals, and our professional standing, and we'd never be able to hold our heads up to be taken seriously again! Ever!

...But our spring-tailed triple "K" tiggers back up like a bad penny with apparently more Teflon per square inch than Ronald Reagan had on his slickest day! Rich Reynolds, the same, but I digress.

The overpowering remainder of the posts on the first three pages of discussion were numerous self-promotions written by triple "K" himself, or they were written by a few contributors taking inappropriate (and unconvincing) pains to be evenhanded. There was but one woman writing a glowing (near worshipful) review for one of triple "K's" typical debunking screeds (as a totally disinterested party?), but weeks before the book in question, reportedly, had been released anywhere in the world...!? But that's a digression, albeit related and pregnant.

I find that odd, at any rate. You might, too.

Eventually, triple "K" is going to get another opportunity to rise up from the justifiable (and well earned) ashes and spread his shadow-making wings again. He'll be ever so chock full of revelations, exposés, and the bearer of many "startling" new accounts!

Why, I predicted in February 20, 2002 that he would even tout himself eventually (however obliquely!) as a hero of "9-11", understand, if you can believe that (and -I- can't!). Bingo! Too, reader, as a Colonel in a super, super-secret Israeli Intelligence outfit!

Another nine-eleven knock-off making mileage on the backs of the sacrificed? How pathetically egregious. See what I mean about bile?

I suspect that he might even appear like he's taking investigative steps bravely forward, but I fear that we are only going to discover eventually, as we all have in the repetitious past, that he's slid us several steps unbravely back, surreptitiously, once again. You only have to remember his porcine squealing on the Art Bell show (like Ned Beaty of Dickey's "Deliverance" fame?) to wonder, as I do, how he would (could!) ever come back, but he does.

How does that work? How is it that any of the persons like this, even more thoroughly discredited, always come back...

None call it treason, but what do you call a betrayal of not just country, but all speciation down to the last critter walking, crawling, or stinking!

Intention Makes So

I'm "unleashed." I'm running clear — admitting I was once in fear that I'd be found "too much to bear" and culled before I'd traveled there. I've lost that dread; there're more *pots* cooking; things are brewing; future's looming! What's revealed in drabs and drips suggests, instead, a different trip!

We are in ACCELERATION! We should start the CELEBRATION! Our consciousness (about to leap!) will split the sky! We'll soar and cleave!

This is clear in what we sense "between the lines" if we're not dense. If one is not distracted friend, and takes the time to look (...again?). That there must come some grand transition... some will find an imposition... though just a nervy, paltry few who live at most's expense, it's true.

Though I digress from history we humans make such mystery. Change is clear; we'll have no lack. Look "up" and "out" and "in"... and "back"!

Things were "simple" way back when, where *naught* had issued forth, pretend: it's "you are there" at "Time's" beginning, proto-matter gushing — spinning... white hot plasmas flash and glow... ...then hydrogen was born, you know? More Elements evolve at last to cook real slow back in our past...

...Too, it's LONG before the complex chains of molecules make their exchange... for that which we've descended from — the pace? It's picking up! What fun!

...Eons come and go, you see, as evolution makes her trees... these hunker down to do a job. They mix the ground and grok good sod. Then forest fauna run and frolic, gaining senses, passions — talents... beating out a path for those who must come after... So it goes...

Then at last it comes to us, a thinking monkey one shan't trust, as ever faster "things" proceed, outstripping faith's corrupting need!

Just a SHORT time on this Earth, and humankind exceeds its worth? Holding to tradition's greed, fundies shortchange our whole breed! Arrogant to the extreme, these few invoke their selfish dream and make convenience for their own which proves their hearts were third rate stone.

Their *illusion* hides from them accelerations HAPPENING, friend! We approach the speed of light! Then what happens? Change! That's right!

Acceleration's exponential; novelty's preferred, essential! Otherwise there'd be no change from what had been, before, conveyed. Change is coming, fast and fleet! Paradigms evolve, tout suite! Tradition's made a cage, some use, to keep denial well infused.

The future is upon us, now! Some would, just, ignore it... how? It's faster now, and by progression, it's quickening beyond expression!

Everything will change, and soon. The time is nigh. We sense high noon. Then suns must set upon their ages... when they're finished... turn the pages... Comes that dawn and one must find... that they're reborn... a different kind! A newer level is achieved! An AlienView's what's now perceived!

Length and breadth have grander values! Depth and height profoundly call you! Colors go beyond what's seen in nature's rainbow, presently!

We are on the edge of that which evolution trims as fat. Polliwogs must lose their fins to have their leaping legs, my friend. Worms must spin cocoons of silk to gain the wings of flying ilk. We're in transition's ev-olution torquing up to rev-olution!

Our cocoons are personal, our consciousness perpetual; too, we've no choice so must continue... this RENDEZVOUS perceived before you!

alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net


It's going to happen regardless. One might as well enjoy it. It's the individual's call; though, this is forgetting it will be a lot stranger than the individual imagined...

No! Not stranger than imagined! Stranger than it is presently possible to imagine! This is what is transmitted from the prescient "dead lips" of far seeing men and women who have already made that supposition and on whose shoulder's we must gratefully stand!

This strangeness signifies, perhaps, that changes in scale —and even appreciation of that scale— will have us all slapping our foreheads in embarrassed recognition, ironically, at the approaching denouement. A cosmic "a-ha," at last, achieved. A chorus performed: "...Of course" we perceive!

Most will be astonished. Some will be gratified. Too few will be surprised, not at all.

Those who would return us to the fifties —and the hugely irrational who would return us to the even more horrific THIRTEEN-fifties— these will be the ones left on the crumbling shoulder of an outmoded, irrelevant, and otherwise outdated cultural highway, wondering why the seeming "rapture" missed them. It remains these remain an obstacle to same.

We're heading toward a huge spike in aggregate human potential at a rate increasing exponentially. That's what asymptotic means, sort of. This potential would be as the individual would wish it, moreover, assuming the individual's evenhandedness, humility, and tolerant good will. Likely an assumption making an ass of you and me, but still. Potential remains to be potential.

Indeed, driven by a very real if inexplicable optimism, I suspect we'll all have the opportunity to make our own heavens like we would have them as a function of this "spike." We will do this while knowing an individual autonomy, safety, and effectual magnitude never before experienced except by the very, very few for the short, short term. An airy fairy, but my intuition still.

Everyone will have this autonomy, in comparison. Everyone will be empowered. Everyone will feel the aggregate monkey of back-stepping habit come off their mal-treated, misinformed, and manipulated backs (if they but will it) to feel, gloriously, ten feet tall!

Then?

Then these "taller" people come together into *new* teams wielding an exponentially increased amount of combined personal power. This is "exponential increase" in the same fashion as the increase in cultural magnitude from Old Rome to the current United States.

Then?

An efficacious humanity will burst forth from habit's orbit like a sentient newborn star to warm the seemingly endless potentials of this lonely sector of blackened backwater space... and beyond!

Then?

We'll mine the rings of Saturn and turn our systems asteroid belt into a jewel encrusted bracelet on the wrist of a constellation...

Then?

We'll explore alternate dimensions and refine them to dazzling creations in some new art of intellectually crafted satisfaction — well beyond the limitations present in its current expression or appreciation...

Then?

We'll meet God on her own terms and discover how wrong we were about EVERYTHING while embracing, at once, what *was* and what *will be* into the immutable and all encompassing *now* of an individual's reality!

Then?

Cooperation takes on a grander imperative than competition — a new immediacy! Each of us will be the center of the universe in a universe of many, many centers — just as we are now on a vastly smaller scale. Every woman her own Queen, every man his King... if we but will it.

Intention makes things so.

Why? Because God (the multi-verse) favors living novelty and eschews dead habit. It's as simple as that.

If the preceding were not true there would be no change in the rate of the universal transition from simple physical occurrences to complex physical occurrences... i.e. The big bang... a superheated and formless plasma for many billions of years is followed by star production for lesser billions of these years. Planet formations are measured in single digit billions, Ecosystems, their creation and evolution, are measured in fractions of a billion, and rudimentary intelligence forms in a mere fraction of that! Full blown sentience, self awareness, and an appreciation of time and space happens in the single snap of cold universal fingers... apparently.

The reader may have sensed the acceleration attendant to an ageless cycling process of ongoing cosmic refinement, may have felt the sharp asymptotic elbow of documented measurement as humanity accelerates precipitously to this approaching concrescence steepening to an increasing verticality as you read these words. You should feel the wind in your hair.

This acceleration is so quick down on the business end of the continuum where we are that its rate is even perceptible to the individuals —us— living there ... closest to this "spike" or "now" point. It'll get quicker, yet.

Additionally, people from the not too far distant past, looking forward to us (even as we are), would see a race of gods they would evolve into... not to put too fine a point on it. And this is before our transition past the conjectured "now" spike. Looking forward to those of us that transition past the "spike," in that fashion that the ancients would look to us? What would we perceive?

Whew! Enough! Sorry about this explosive gush of Utopian optimism! I feel like I've been channeling Terence McKenna. I don't know what came over me! My muse was insistent — would not be denied! The spirit was, in fact, upon me as I wrote this, largely in one sitting... I won't apologize for the expression. I'll write what I write as I write it.

But as for me? I'd aspire to that point described and make my own "rapture." This seems to get more possible each day. Can't you feel it?

No matter, if you can't. I'll feel it enough for both of us. [g].

Read on!

What Is It?

Distractions come in fits and starts, then crush our shores like waves. These waves promote disinterest as they obfuscate our (fearful!) gaze. This haze becomes *reality* as we take the word of those... who've ground an axe unknown to us to lead us by our (smarting!) nose.

See? We don't get that "real look" at that which has occurred. This gives one pause to wonder, friend. Is one, then, not (provoked!) concerned? What IS, there then, to lie about? What shall not be disclosed? What is it that we shan't be told? What is it that we must not know?

Where are these *Gods* we've worshipped who pretend to point the path? What fruit distills such largesse that we'd suffer all their (specious!) wrath. See, this wrath from *God* seems not the thing to cause our great concern, but from the men who front for *Him* we've come to know and must (now!) spurn!

Whining fundamentalists compose our every woe! They complicate the issues with "convictions" born to suck and blow... and they populate our boardrooms with the psychopathic scum that must hoard, but hide, the knowledge that would march us to some (better!) drum.

Yes! The multi-verse is open to a plethora of options that occur within the endless time we know! And that's a small percentage of the paltry bit we get... ...not what science (falling *short*) must fail to show! And we're stronger than we think we are... only weakened by our God (!); it's the bugs and stellar bolides holds the bigger cosmic rod!

If it's MAN creating misery just to visit it on them who must wallow far beneath him as he shows contempt... if THEN? Then God's "the Man's" invention and is just a tool he'd use... to manipulate the masses he's been breeding to (defile!) confuse!

Abused, these masses are by: "God" (?), whose grace is had by few? Those few are strong, contentious men who "change" but are not (ever!) new. They hale from a past so far, so fraught with foul disease, why, prerogatives of 'Priests' and 'Kings'... mere psychopaths and errant thieves!

Secrets kept to suit "too few" provides for our security? We're better off precluding that which solves our immaturity? The truth must hide for "our own good"? We're better dumb than smart? Then someone hit the 'reset', please! We need a brand new (braver!) start!

alienview@roadrunner.com
http://www.alienview.net/


A Human being's right to informed consent? That's rule by law's spirit and functioning more in accordance with what presently gets lip service, only. Additionally, it's the practice of lucid toleration and doing more of what you say you're going to do! Finally, it is adherrence to the precept of constitutions and lists of inalienable rights, justice, level playing sociological fields, and multiple chances in a pursuit of individual happiness.

Informed consent is not tyranny of the few at the expense of the many, paid indulgence, or stealing something "fair and square"! It's not a result of justice only for the rich, a widening gap between rich and poor, or making the rules as a function of having the gold?

The population has doubled since I was a child...; you don't think that's not by cruel design?

There's a limited amount of respect. More people suggests that less and less respect has to be parsed out to any one of them. Some people get more than they deserve, meaning that many don't get what they need. Communism as a remedy? Lord, no. That didn't work either. Religion is discounted out of hand.

Better...

Reduce the population at all costs before it is reduced for us by the embrace of the proverbial four horsemen, and while you do it adopt an ethic leading to individual autonomy using the secret technologies presently denied. More powerful common people only make more uncommonly powerful teams, or there would be no difference in quality or scale between ancient Rome of the first century BCE and the United States of the 21st Century.

We're breathing on the cosmic! Doesn't anyone else feel that!

Similarity Across Scale

I must defend the beating heart of what I think is true; though do it in a way that makes a place for me with you.

See, poetry's a song one sings to tell a truth some way. Rhymed lying is impossible, or it's harder, safe to say...

Who makes up lying poetry? What audaciousness is that? Few'd take the time... to craft a work... of crap for toe to tap! Who'd suffer such to make up rhyme that could, to MOCK, be sung, and know if caught, it is the rope they'd use to see them hung...

This song is sung in words of rhyme to make a different sense; it's called a pure expression well refined and much condensed. It's stuff comes out in poetry where some words fear to tread. *Stuff's* expressed in rhyming verse where prose must flinch in dread!

See, shimmering before us is a step that we can take... that will make us all autonomous, and what teams, then, we will make! Anomaly might quicken... come to life, and find its sting! Every woman her own princess, every man his honored king?

Everything's in levels of a quantum nature, see? Stasis is abhorred and action wants to happen, free! As it happens, *things* will happen if they're happening or not! If *things* happen then they're natural; if they don't...? That's all you've got.

Consider no coincidence an atom's "electron cloud." Like a planet's solar system is a galaxy, if not so proud. Mandelbrots and fractals are the same from large to small. A "sameness" spanning scale is the process of, well... all.

So, one must look within ones self to better look without. There is finding in the looking, and that's what I'm about. There is all that one could need that's drawn from all that one could hold; the kingdom is at hand, in fact, but dealt bad cards, we fold.

UFOs, for instance, in a multitude of ways... are obvious to anyone with a lick of sense who pays! Recorded in a history (mostly hidden) that we know, they are written down on parchment and composed of ink and stone!

They're in portraits and in pictures, and they move on secret films! They're seen by famous witnesses and some witnesses are killed? Dismissing the reports which are as bogus as can be, still leaves, then, many thousands which are righteous, most agree!

...And that destroys, invalidates, and up-ends institutions: our Religious and Political — Corporate media mass confusions... All are made well suspect by the way they play their game, with their lying obfuscations, and the way they shift their blame.

We're manipulated... in a way to suit too few, so that status-quos from yesterday... can suck their life from you. If everything one knows is wrong, than what is one to do? Start living more responsibly. You play? Who pays? Be true!

There's more to life than they'd let on, and who the hell were they? They're the privileged arbitrary non-elected holding sway! They are those, who having had, would keep on having, friend — practicing injustice's specious ethics, they offend.

They have the information that would credit any ONE, explaining why it's hidden and obscured or dissed and shunned. Manipulating mainstreams and insuring the mundane; they hide their dark agendas, secret plans, and ill-got gains. They covet the duplicitous, and they profit out of hand from the masses kept beneath them — these mislead! You understand...

I sing these songs to clear my head and dissipate the fog. The relief, perhaps illusion (?), makes for better dialogue.

I get communication from more folks who would be free, from that aggregate insulted who aspire off their knees; from folks who feel within their souls, "there must be more to life..." than is dreamt of in *philosophies* that contribute to our senseless strife...

alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net


They really are songs. Blues songs. John and Mr. Flynn have heard them sung, forgetting that they'd all agree a better voice needs sing them... But, songs they are. And songs, most times, tell a kind of truth, don't they. I may be mistaken, but I'm not lying. How does one lie in song?