Sunday, August 31, 2008

X Rated World



Again, I've been labeled a "ponderous paranoid"... for walking the path that I've trod all along. A label dismissive, and artless, and facile — one clueless and mocking and patently wrong.

See, where there is threat there is no paranoia. The absence of threat's to preclude, always same. So where is that charge even close to a bull's-eye? Who's it at fault, really? Who's it with blame.

Dismissed as an artist while critically thinking, while using my hands and my heart or my rhyme... I'm scolded and chastened by —imprecise— persons who hear what they want and then speak HALF a mind!

I'm clearly coerced to my poetic protest —expressing myself as I have all along— I remain unaffected by smears on a character well practiced, mature and I think, not wrong!

I'm UNASHAMED that I'm labeled *psychotic* (conflictive?)... for seeking new questions and using my head. Considered; the source of my braying complainant... discover this source is conflicted instead!

I'd continue pursuit of my alien viewing... secure in assurance I'm on the right road, immune to the churlish and charm-less occurrence of that which is cluelessly pushed up my nose!

See, I'm on my guard for the critically thoughtless, those well imbued with beguiling fog. Errant promoters of hidden agendas with actions employing a "wink" and a "nod"!

I am not moved —or impressed— by the words of this *critic*... who acts without thinking to "try out" complaints, but I'm not indifferent to persons intrusive, reflexive, complacent, or ethically stained!

Too, I am not sorry that some are offended by some of the action at AlienViews! I'd think it expected that feathers get ruffled when sifting this *murk* for a taste of REAL news!

I'm nonplussed, not inspired, by those mewling and whining... These spin a grand show but don't front, and then WALK... puling expressions on how they've been wounded, attacked and berated, or suffered *rough* talk.

Too, yes, I am impassive to those without courage... or those whose agendas conceal their views. This is discouraged for folks (who've signed up!) ...who are here to develop their —own— alien view!

I'm enraged, not controlled, by the actions of persons who erode what we do just to further their ends! They're not partners or alliesassistants, supporters; they're not helpers, co-workers... even fair-weather friends!

They're a hindrance, a hurdle, a snag — an impediment, they're just a sharp stick (or a bug) in our eye! Not near a solution, they're part of the problem! ...And worst of all, this: they pretend they can "fly"!

If you can't hack the heat, get the hell from the kitchen! There are box-cars of fish that need salting and frying! The multiverse bubbles a terrible turbulence in a countdown that's ticking with bombs close to flying!

Our rights are eroding like sugar in rain, our futures descend into war. Still, you take the time to *pretend* that you're helping? You're a fool; you're a psycho; you're a tiresome bore.

alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net


Entirely unrepentant, I'd continue as I am. Thanks.

Not entirely heartless —all that's required— I'm appropriately sensitive to arbitrarily causing an undeserving someone any undue angst or upset... but if you're going get offended when I don't go blithely go along with you and your conjectured lack-wit worldview... ...if you get disturbed and combative —even hostile— at my earnest expression, please find me made of the coldest stone as I eat your face.

Sincerely. Me, I'd accept a justified face eating. One should.

True, not completely closed minded I prefer the straight talk that cuts to the chase if not to the quick. My mother, now passed, was fond of saying that that was only going to get worse the older I got. I'm on my guard.

Too, as I gainfully struggle to accept many of you as you are, I suppose you're going to have to struggle to accept me as I am (or not, an alien view makes it your call after all). Be that as it may, those who are wounded by straight, though considered —presuming civil— expression should wear a cup on their sensibilities; indeed, why should any of us be shielded from illuminating discourse, of any type, that one could be getting right here... right now.

We're getting close to the bone on this boys and girls...

As a community, for instance, we once under-reported a story on "human mutilation" deserving attention because we didn't want to offend tender *sensibilities*, eh? I think that's wrong. I think that's shining you on. I think that's a disservice to you. I think that's selling you a bill of insentient and pride-less goods! I think that's contributing to your —and so our— aggregate ignorance. To quote Bill Shatner, late becoming a god in my personal pantheon to efficacious individualism: "I can't get behind that!" Hell, friend — I won't get behind that!

We're not children! We're not enfeebled! We're don't have to behave like victims, even as we are! We are survivors in the best sense of that word! Or, we can be. We're HERE, aren't we? Forget that means "they’re" here too!

We are grown up women or men (and all shades and flavors in between) in a world that is decidedly "X" rated for all the phony baloney little ways we "dog and pony" it up... attempting to create the degrading illusion that it is rated "G." Get real!

See the implication? Don't expect me to pay the freight for your assumptions!

I won't presume mine upon you. You'll accept them, or you won't, remembering shoes not worn are ever on "other feet." Consider that.

There are few of us in this community who I "know" are remotely on the level, folks, and few of those I've had to take in faith on the word of the adjacent person I'd "trust"... ...I test my faith, btw, because it has been demonstrated to me that untested faith is valueless. More! It's an insult!

Untested faith is valueless to me, at any rate, and it's been valueless to my fellows except to convince them that ignorance is bliss! You know what crap I think that is, if you've read me at all.

But some check out! Some deliver their stated goods! Some're more than pretty words or smoke and oddly colored mirrors! Some're sincere and they have the evidentiary cache to buttress mere claims.

Moreover, they don't cut and run posting assailing recriminations and wounded protestations about how BAD I've made them feel, how angry I am like that was some kind of pertinent issue, and they want to reason all the way through the real issue, whatever it is. They are more than easily wounded sensibilities. They want to do: "best practice."

Hey! I'll respect you. I'll give you your sounding board! I'll help and provide information if I can! But I won't coddle you! I won't treat you like an infant! I won't presume your lack of intelligence... or talk down to you. I'll talk up, instead.

I won't allow you to shine me on, either. That's a game best played elsewhere by suspect *others*! Go there if you'll feel better and can ignore your then recontinued manipulation.

I'd prefer to soar and cleave! I'd think you would too. But that's what you get when the scales start to fall from your eyes and you see the world as it really is. Bigger than you thought! Grander than you imagine! Scarier than you would have believed...

25000 plus children starve to death, exclusively, on this planet every day, boys and girls, and that's the good news! Dare to ask me why!

Still, persons would willingly whack a conjectured "grey" with a military imperative as a psychic explosion issues from the ruined head of the being destroyed! Is it murder? Is it self-defense? Is it even real? ...an "X" rated world, like I said...

See, it is an "X" world. It's an "X" multi-verse! Too, "X", as dangerous a ride as it can be, is much preferable to "G" because "X" is real and "G" is just a figment of a facile imagination. "G" is an unbrave mechanism that can't work for everybody just as it can't work for ANY-body, all the freaking time. You KNOW that! Statesmen are murdered, elections are hijacked, religious bigotry and a stealthily singular fascism is becoming the default law of the land — as UFOs and the people affected by them are STUDIOUSLY ignored.

Arrogant? Maybe. Overconfident? Perhaps. Angry? Conceivably. It remains, I want to be able to qualify and quantify my experience; I want to define it; I want to be able to defend it; I want to be able to explore it; I want to dissect it, understand it, and validate it. Too, maybe a little arrogant overconfidence is in order just to bust sluggish crap loose. Better questions are found with less.

If you don't want to do that (be brave, inquisitive, open and confident), if you want to preach, self-promote, or otherwise wallow in fatuous distraction and hurt poutiness... you may want to more carefully consider being in my company. Sincerely. I'd have truth though heaven fell... ...and feel relief! See, if it fell? It would then crash to something solid that was real and an authentic foundation could be built for a "heaven" that was genuine. One perhaps not so quick to fall, eh? One with more shelf life.

Consider that the ufological disclosure forthcoming, of needs, eventually, must be as destructively tumultuous as the "real" leadership deems it necessary to be! Please read the preceding again. They relinquish their power constructively in peace... or have it torn from their dead and bloody fingers.

It can, and does happen —or not— just as I say. Germanic principalities of multiple centuries ago never had to endure the bloody revolutions of Italy, Great Britain, and France... because they relinquished power in a constructive manner before that power was taken from them, eh? Their cooperation was so complete, ultimately, that they were able to put the whole rest of the world on notice... twice in two World Wars! There's a cornucopia of lessons in there, boys and girls.

Read on.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

From Giordano's Shoulder



We are a strong collection of the stuff that shatters stars with the strength of new convictions we'd employ sans "ban" or "bar," so we are then offended at the lies with which we're fed, which stunt imagination or confound one in ones head! We make it known to those who rule —to those who ply convenient tools— that we're aware, now, of those lies they've used to keep us down — in line!

We're now unfettered and alive so sense our culture's specious jive; we look beyond the limits set by those who keep us leashed like pets!

We, it's true, have power friend, but wasted, now, as it's been spent... to preclude our satisfactions so's to pay a rich man's rent! Plain, we should be offended by the psychopaths who prey —those abusive, so called, leaders who connive to have their way— and make their bland insouciance (indifference to our needs) the issue it deserves to be, and shake their sacred trees!

We are power we don't use! We don't have to be abused! We can work to further ends and live a life we don't pretend!

We are motes of consciousness that spark a different fire with a spirit individual but incensed with shared desire, so our cooperation's just the thing it's meant to be! It's righteous and it's honest and a thing that should be free! Too, we must soar like Bruno —take command of our own minds— and live our lives, be satisfied, and in no way confined!

We can "soar and cleave" — like him... that path I'd take with honored friends, that road to space before us now is what's beyond their lying doubt!

We are the very fuel we'd use to settle our accounts, to take back our autonomy purloined by "dukes" and "counts," so use the current synergy now used for specious ends —the ends of our tormenters and all that they portend— and live a life of bravery... casting off those ties that bind or live beneath new tyrannies insulting human-kind.

We can use alerted brains to keep the psychopaths contained; we can travel roads we see that help us from insentient knees!

We are special star-smoke of the kind that's self aware; we are "question askers" of the answers that are there, so we are not placated by the lies of culture's past — these lies are so convenient for the *few*, we find at last. We propose a better deal —unhindered by elitists— to live a life unyielding in futures that complete us.

We are "will" as strong, you see, as that which keeps us on our knees, and we have choices we’re not told by jealous thieves and facile scolds!

We have a new awareness, of a type not seen before, to break the bonds that hold us fast to what we should deplore, so we're refreshed by truth that's found in turning errant rocks —bytes of information where we take a fresher stock — and finding truth in numbers (that before could not appear) we make our way to far flung shores a course which we must steer.

We are what we'd wish we were, new courage deep within us stirs, and we shall win this game they'd play, no longer trusting, dumb — afraid!

alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net

Him? Giordano Bruno. Just before they burned him at the stake for not playing the proscribed Church ball, he had occasion to look through one of the first telescopes. This one act, providing much fuel for his alleged heresy, provoked him to say in astonishment and realization, "I cleave the heavens and soar to the infinite, what others see before them I leave far behind me." He looked into the sky, perceived the plurality of intellect there, and said so.

They burned him, then, with a metal brace jammed between his chin and breastbone so as to preclude any other memorable utterances.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Similarity Across Scale



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!

Why, I'd wear hair shirts to feel like this; I'd use illegal drugs. The feeling's indescribable! It trumps the pleasure plug!

Unrestrained, I beat these wings to kiss a shining face, then crash on through to wheel and turn and wander time and space!

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!

...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 THINKING is the path to it; it's real I contend.

Don't pretend you're finite, girl, that God's the color "white" — that you must live upon your knees and keep your feelings tight. You are what they're after, boy, the essence that they seek! It's why they toil to keep you down, beholding, kept, and weak.

You are what they're after, friends! You're energy's refrain! You are what they've used to keep *reality* in constraints!

So, where is truth before you then? A carrot on a stick? You're prey for busy predators who use you — scabrous pricks!

Too, you are sick if you believe we're more than just one race. You are sick if you believe that Christians walk in grace. You are sick if you believe that Moslems live in peace, you are sick if you believe that Jews should simply cease.

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, and stronger individuals provide the better kind.

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, that mind of ALL the galaxies is ringing cognate bells!

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, ourselves, the universe! We live to know our heart. That heart is universal, and us? Regarded parts!

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...

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 this mess.

...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 the 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!

A subtle change in attitude is all we really need. Let's get that barrel rolling and usurp that jealous breed!

Too, "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 from our facade.

We begin adventure of a type to raise the spirit! We propose a future with a better music! Hear it?

We begin a method that portends a second stage where we elevate our senses as we turn the newer 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!

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."

I'd give both nuts to feel like this (!), get beaten up by thugs! The feelings — indescribable! I take cognition's drugs! Unconfined I soar and cleave but kiss a shining face, then burst on through and wheel or turn to master time and space!


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



Hey. A reach must exceed grasp, or "what's a heaven for"? [g]. But, back at the ranch as 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...

Ponder a recently admitted "similarity across scale." Take a hologram in a brittle glass pane and 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 complete. 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.

Wow!

But the individual does not (or should not — MUST not!) get lost in this cooperation. Indeed, even as that aggregate is a chain as STRONG as the links that compose it — as CLEAR a picture is the quality of individual pixels making it up. Strong links make better chains, and sharp pixels provide for informative pictures of infinite detail.

See? The individual is key on MANY levels across scale because they are where singular IDEAS occur. This 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 (measured as the number of solid connections it makes with OTHER nerve cells) dictates the strength of cognition and clarity of that individual human's brain. Many cells, then, must cooperate for a synergistic whole of completeness... and real power. 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 blink or an effervescence if you will— a base self-awareness with a chance beginning much too close to an untimely end.

There's no time to 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.

Still, these human brains can cooperate via language (the mechanism of continuity) and its predictable technology to compose a hyper-brain capable of the most wondrous feats of intellect and industry — taken for granted by the individual brains that make 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. Though, let's kick THIS up a level.

Perhaps that hyper-brain of aggregate humanity is itself a cell in a *galactic* hyper-brain of exponential 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?

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.

Rather makes each of us God on some level, doesn't it? All of us (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— occurs on THIS individual spark of self-awareness!

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 their 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 also see and accept that there are extraterrestrial intelligences likely complimenting our intelligence found terrestrially and 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 it would know one would think.

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.

We could endeavor to let our success be measured INDIRECTLY proportionate to how much respect we have for one another on an individual level, and DIRECTLY proportionate to the sincerity of cooperation with one another we presently lack.

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 forkina should— avail themselves of those god-like powers to which they contribute.

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

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

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Cast Seeds


I guess it's time to break it down, admit that I hate kneeling, but I must bow to *something* when I write these words I'm feeling. Too, if I didn't feel this? I'd be much more extreme, perceiving much more nightmare in this world we all dream.

See? It is a dream, this world we share... this globe we'd think is real! Though, still contrived concoction, it's NOT the "real deal." It's just a strident "ism" pumped from "leaders" we don't need, who then draw from us the life blood we possess on which they feed!

These psychopaths are in control, but they have need of us. It's we who heat their water and produce the world we must. Against we individuals they employ tormenting faith. They provide their demonstration that it's you and me they hate!

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 "truth," while you suck the daily *ration* of what passes for it, Ruth!

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!

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 a thing we should despise.

I'd pierce that veil with rhyming words I've woven into song. I'd poke them in their 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 and 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 is our autonomy; the 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 their busy "equations," folks. You.

Ironic, isn't it, given that their utter dependence on your kind attention 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 concern, 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.

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* facilitated through unassailable corporate behemoths, corrupt religious institutions, and too, 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.

Truly, we must bite the hand that "feeds" us. They're 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 sappy as egregiously critical as these things are! Consider, then, UFOs become an "air" that we would do well as a nation to breathe at last. I suspect the problems of Creeds, Flags, and Constitutions work themselves out straight-up and right off, eh? There's the rub.

Lately, some of these conflicted individuals (who front for the aforementioned outdated traditions and irrelevant ceremonies) have used our public forum to grind incomplete 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" proselytizers. They fairly ooze that cloying musk of a closed loop ardent sincerity, sincere compassion, and compassionate ardency —if you can pull that off with your nose in the air— though it flies in the face of all imagination, reason and intelligence!

One could almost be convinced that they "believed" their 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. I'm not making that up.

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!

Only, their singular 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 total "demise" its first order of business. My argument to them doesn't include their demise. Damned if it probably shouldn't, you know?

At the business end of such an entity to the tune of hundreds of thousands of dollars in lost wages, I don't suspect the preceding. I know!

Similar faux-petulant points are made in public forum, 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 freedom from religion, dogma... increasingly irrelevant practiced philosophy, or hypocrisy if one desired it. No... these continue to bang, against all moderation, the same very tiresome and unjustified exclusionary drum.

In truth, these "campaigns" are just not going to get traction only because of the acceleration of their burgeoning irrelevance, 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 always have been. They would, of course, disagree.

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! 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.

Indeed, it IS, as "messages" are, a message with an 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, poisoning land, and smothering 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 an arrogant presumption to explain the obvious paranormal obvious to the rank and file. Why? Because they think they understand the "danger" in it! These summarily addressed? They won't or can't... and don't! Pretty nastily, too.

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. That's an alien view.