Pure
Sedition And Inordinate Time
Part II of II
Provoking the
aforementioned sedition (I'm an American; it's what we do), I try to go out early
every morning there's a clear sky and spend time looking up, out, and into deep space. I've amassed hundreds
of hours in the past several years peering into our sky, and I've seen the
damnedest things, good reader, already spoken about last time.
I see these things, I expect,
because I try not to presuppose or pronounce upon what I'm seeing as others do
from both sides of the aisle. I don't
self-hypnotize as does—for example—the current default klasskurtxian and reflex
media skepti-puppy Robert Sheaffer, to wit: resolved, all these sightings must have,
exclusively, prosaic explanations. Too, I don't know that there are
flying saucers, as Sheaffer knows that they
are not,
forgetting it's what I suspect.
Remains, my suspicions
are not remotely the issue. The fact that, among more significant others, I'm
seeing an unexplained ... —"something"—..., reader, decidedly
is.
So... "carrying
coal to Newcastle
Yeah, reach exceeds grasp. So?
Remains reach inspires grasp. I suspect Checkmate.
...A reach allowing for
all that is allowable, knowing what is knowable, and believing what is
believable... why? To achieve what is truly
achievable! Easy to say I know, remains, it is but choice. Hey, no apologies for going
all pep-rally on you; it had to be said.
These are things that
are important on that, all-important, individual level. Individual consciousness moving mountains and making
magic in the real world, the corporeal, you know? C'mon, you know it's true.
Reality transcends mere science the way a
thousand-acre wheat field transcends the single razor blade used to turn it
into bread. Science, all by itself, is
like seeing, yes! But seeing without hearing, feeling,
smelling, tasting... knowing... appreciating. Sightless, ironically. It's not just me thinking this.
The individual is key. It's why the "sedition of the
faithful" is so important to "the man" and makes him so
twitchy to consumate. Each blade of grass can be
individually seduced and is seducible, ultimately, especially
given the egregious and unfeeling behaviors of the "system" from
which that one blade of grass can be seduced. I digress, but not by far.
With regard to my aforementioned
UFO reportage, I'll give time, degree, and description of same with as much
significant detail as I can—or care
to. Though, I'm really doing this, reader, for two other reasons.
[The writer did this in a series, 20 times over a period of years, and in a manner considered, thoughtful, and compellingly illustrated ...reported as true as it was truly witnessed.]
One, I am genuinely
(and I think very rationally) concerned about the general incompetence, neurotic behavior,
and contrived clueless-ness of a
sullen and senseless mainstream regarding its—ignored—responsibility to
intelligently facilitate an informed public about UFOs, et sig al! This is forgetting that the more far-reaching of us are alienated,
presently, with the arrogant authoritarianism, dodgy ethics, and
disingenuous non-sentience of that same mainstream... begging the sedition from
same!
Snap!
See? Presently, the mainstream programs (or pogroms!) the individual, manipulates
the individual, and so disrespects
the individual. We're not getting the whole
story, the complete story, or the true story about ANYTHING! Verily, truth is only used to prop up a
contrived and profitable falsehood if it's detected at all. UFOs are simply one
more penultimate (sic) significance added to a long list of nebulous affairs on
which we don't get the straight poop!
We can't know the unknowable, of course. But we can stretch the envelope, and anything else individuals should be able to
have a crack at. Where are our
Eleusinian Mysteries? Those personal
explorations were the foundation of vital civilization from which ours
sprang! We're denied same for our own
good?
For our own good? For
the enrichment, advancement, and illumination of individual persons? More squirty guffaws.
Two... finally,
eh? I had a "turn-about"
sighting one morning so bizarre I bust
to share it with someone interested, out there, who may be remotely simpatico—not write me off too quickly as your garden variety net-loon, para-woo-kookian (tm), or foaming web-wacko, eh? See, enough people going out to look for
these things with me might help energize
an excited grass roots effort to get to
the bottom of them!
I aspire to inspire that "going out to look," reader! I think that there's progressiveness in it! A
satisfaction! A future! A truth!
A reward, even, damn it! Yes!
...Ok...
It was 04:50, the 22nd
of December, 2001. As I had been outside
well over an hour already and the coffee was too long gone; I thought it must
be about time to mosey on back into the house to have another cup... maybe bang
some language around.
So, office-bound from
outside, I just happened to glance over my left shoulder at the North Star for
a final look-around before heading in when, as I watched, an extremely bright and
cream-colored light blinked on!
Appearing around one clenched fist's 5 degrees to the left of Polaris
like an energized and brilliant aircraft landing light shining due south, it
was much brighter than Venus. It was perhaps Venus cubed!
I thought it might be a
helicopter—extremely common in my area—making a precautionary landing, but the
light remained stationary, briefly, about three degrees to the left of the pole
star. There was NO sound.
I put my glasses on it,
and brought them down immediately; it was like looking into a truck headlamp
from ten feet away! I continued the rest of the observation, mostly unaided,
for about 30 remaining seconds. I even had time to think that it might be a
supernova! Meteors, aircraft, satellites,
ball lightning, fireworks, planets &
gassy pelicans were considered in turn and reasonably discarded...
Abruptly, from its dead
stop, I was startled to see the object begin to move to the north! As it traveled a total of about 10 degrees on
that track—two fists—for the 20 seconds of the remaining observation, it dimmed
steadily to the point where I felt it worthwhile to get the binoculars back on
it again. I was able to keep in view, but could discern no other details
outside a warm creamy light slowly dimming as it moved steadily north against
the exceptionally clear star field. Soon I was having to use off-center viewing
even in the glasses to keep it in sight. Fading out, finally, three fists below
Polaris, it was gone.
It was a great sighting of
the inexplicable, friends and neighbors, but also it was a bit of the "ho-freaking-hum,"
too! I'd seen that kind of thing before, actually. Why, I'd witnessed one
in California with my Mother, a light of similar brightness and tone on a track
directly above us—even stopping for a few delicious seconds directly overhead—that brought a
little old lady with crippling COPD right up out of her wheelchair! I digress.
At this point I've got
my backside up against a low retaining wall in my backyard, arms shoved into my
pockets—just staring off to the east over the roof of my home wondering what
the hell I'd seen really was—when I
noticed a flock of light colored goose-sized birds, I guessed, flying due west
in a large uneven chevron, getting ready to make a pass directly over my house.
Tres' Neat!
They were still about
an apparent hundred meters away, or
so, and maybe a hundred feet in the air when it began to seem that they were
traveling awfully fast... too fast
for birds. Too, I couldn't see any wings beating. I threw my field glasses up to
my eyes for a closer look and was astonished to discover that they were not
birds, at all, the wings were NOT flapping!
Observed was about 15 or 20 smaller
chevrons flying in the single large uneven chevron, streaking through the sky
directly over my head only resembling a flight of geese! I followed them with my
glasses.
Abruptly, I got
confused regarding how big and how high they were and my vision wobbled vertiginously
in the view field! My knees buckled in an
astonishment of their own I'm a little ashamed to report. I thought I was made
of sterner stuff.
My field glasses came
down as the flight of objects silently zipped away and I took a deep breath.
Perhaps you had to have been there, but this sighting was a real breath-taker
even for a guy who had gotten a little jaded, perhaps, watching a lot of peculiar stuff in our collected backyard
sky!
...These "birds"
weren't birds. They were too fast for birds. They didn't flap like birds. They
didn't have the long necks of most formation-flying birds; they had no necks at
all. Silent, they didn't call to one another as birds will! The field glasses were focused, clean, and in
good working order: I was able to see a star field behind the objects. The
objects I observed looked, a little, like tiny B2 (flying wing) bombers in my
binoculars, traversing about 90 degrees of clear sky in a little over ten
seconds. Fast. Directly overhead. ...And they glowed slightly, reader, indeed
apart from the comparative darkness beneath them, with their own inner light.
I hung around until the
sun started to come up, but the rest of the morning was uneventful. That's the way it rocks & rolls when one
contends with UFOs. Heavy sigh, huh?
That's the thing about
UFOs, see? UFOs don't take their
marching orders from partisan professional persons planet-side or suffer the presumptuous test tubes of same, eh? It's one thing
making their sedition so attractive. Moreover, as their alternative may be considerable,
you see—their sedition becomes an inexorable
seduction.
Too! Given the organizational prerogatives
attendant to nightmarishly tyrannous and fascistic religio-corporate ring-knockers
& other scurvy bastards? UFOs become a seduction with an increasing attractiveness! It's not us abandoning ship, you see; we are ourselves
being abandoned—sullied, disrespected, and abused—by the aforementioned. That was my last digression.
If you look you see;
if you see you find; if you find... well, let's find out, right? It's what we do.
That's enough. Read on.
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