Monday, October 19, 2020

Heaven At Hand

Heaven At Hand
by Alfred Lehmberg

Lately, we seem to justify our extinction even as we exacerbate avoidable conditions precipitating same! Indeed, it seems entirely arguable by aspiring and self-expressive woke-folk that we begin to perceive an unsettling and alarming (if ironic) dark light at the end of this faux-reality tunnel that our self-imposed and dangerously endured ignorance has contrived. A shadow-train we let run us down? 
No, not salvation's light, unfortunately, no. More like the light of a fresh hell on Earth, one might suppose, and one entirely engineered by a pestilent humanity inexpertly running headlong towards that hell before it could even crawl properly. This future looms like an earned contrition's gaping maw... no, and it's on us, our invented Gods and Devils be damned! Them? They can "get the hell out of our Galaxy"... and for the same reasons iterated by Sheridan and Delenn in the preceding clip! Watch it! That!
The abject one, proposed above, suggests its polar opposite. One CANNOT even exist without the other as they define each other! In other words, what unrealized "good" could also be "on us"? Hell is proposed. Could heaven be at hand, too?  
You know, if we sired once or not at all, for a while... perhaps, stopped being an f'n virus for a couple of generations, mayhap... give a planet some chance to recover... perchance! This "be fruitful and multiply" shit is currently a toxic travesty of an outdated idea and it's got to stop! 
See, if heaven could be, then Heaven is at hand! Sure, and it's one we'd make ourselves sans duplicitous distractions from a self-destructive, self-serving, and cretinous religiosity, but that's a story for another time. Though, there's the irony, reader! Remains, heaven IS at hand.
...Ain't it? If not here, certainly somewhere in the grand expanse of a "multiverse" known and unknown... a vast tableau of that which we cannot even *know* how to know... as yet, for all our scientific pretense and dis-sensical reductionist hubris... why NOT here? Our arrogance is without the remotest justification... ...apart from our art and it's word? At our best? We ARE our finest ART! That's meant on a few levels...
Our very existence, remember, is the purest demonstration that there are "others" extant who must be JUST as artful and more. Oh... more, reader! That's our salvation!
Our thoughts happen somewhere, remember, oh not because they're our thoughts... pause to giggle... that's a laugh sincerely, but only because our thoughts must be so mundane and facile in general. Easy, comparatively, to materialize. Ain't it the truth?  Yes! See, we're likely not on the tall end of universal IQ, eh? Humility demands that.
Still, it's a heaven in our reach... even if denying our grasp presently!
Perhaps. Mayhap. Perchance! We make great strides when we stride! We make colossally tragic pratfalls, too. ...Maybe more of those. Remains, heaven's at hand.
Though sincerely, back at the ranch with regard to raw thought's expansive probability? There is that much... space. There is that much... time. There is that much... surface area involved... to facilitate ...anything, reader. Anything! A.N.Y.T.H.I.N.G.!
"Anything" with an exponent of a Googleplex! Those implications are huge! The reader better be humbled by them! This is good and bad. Expressions and behaviors from Celestial Saints to Ripley's Xenomorph. Vorlons and Shadows. Better and worse. You know...existential Reality!
Seriously, all the reader has ever thought of, admitted and not, in the most whacked out and disturbed fever dream, meditation, or idle whimsy... alone on a coffee break at work... sitting on the can... explosive recognition in an idiotic and acrimonious debate... has happened, in actuality, *somewhere*, reader, already... countless times. Countless. Times. I remind the reader that if it can? It did!
...Even here.  Even here, it is at your elbow, reader, even as it can be a trillion light-years away and millions of years past or future! ...And this doesn't make "you," reader, the "you" you're personally invested in, any less youand singular for that! There is nothing else at the center of any one's universe but that one, without regard to iteration number or causal dimension! All of them are at their centers, too. You. Are. Unique! So indicates Rick Sanchez, the smartest mammal in the multiverse.
See? There really is a... "long, long ago... in a galaxy far, far away...". It's just "XXX" rated for language, sex, and violence far beyond the capacity of that garden variety dirty movie too reflexively thought of... though plenty of THAT, too, boy howdy! Such is reality: more than mere spinrate, and charge, reader, even if XXX reality is powered by those things...
Stop now... and consider all the preceding as an understatement. I can't express it, but I can feel it!
So... ...reader
Given the productive, if scary potentialities of copping to this larger reality extant, one would think that some investigation into it... into UFOs, say, would be pursued more greedily. That's the history of our prosecuted if sociopathic ethic to date, after all (...and believe me, Ufologists eat their own). Yet, we do not make that pursuit. We do not!
...No, to the contrary! We but dabble and obfuscate! We too quickly disabuse even to masturbate a lurid and badly motivated complacency in the UFOs regard. The "genuine" remains heavily marginalized and discounted while the "woo-woo"—whatever that is—gets the heavy publication... subsequent to fatuous derision later on... an effort to discredit the whole of a ufological milieu, altogether? The mainstream does seem over-anxious to make it all just go away, so ...what? ...So a paranatural "baby" can more easily be thrown out with the preternatural "bathwater"?  I suspect so.
Moreover, I think *we* avoid looking for this kind of stuff precisely because *we* know that if we showed some raw courage (which we have in spades where there is a dollar in it!) and, actually, looked, reader? Why, we, and actually, *find*!!!  
Uh-oh! Everything changes (I suspect for the better), which makes those in their cat-bird seats—and in an aggregate chagrin, anyway—perk up their lotioned and bejeweled jowls to say "boy howdy," themselves, and verily!
See, a general finding of this type suggested by Rich Dolan and Bryce Zabel is not entirely complementary to those occupying conjectured cat-bird seats, I surmise, because disclosure and the fruits of same, I submit, provides for a measure of personal autonomy to the individual so informed. This might make her/him less socially manipulable? Yes, this subsequent assumption of a desired new efficacy of the "self-provided by," may, perhaps, be a result of this conjectured disclosure... THEN what teams we shall make, eh?
See, in other words, it might be that that which is kept from us "for our own good," is good!  Ouch! What does that make the better-heeled and secret-keeping cat-bird seater?  "...What is a 'psychopathic monster,' Alex! ...I'll take 'The new efficacy' for 500, Mr. Trebek!" 
Maybe the truth does set you free, even if it pisses you off, first. It remains preferable; however, because now you have real stuff with which to work... forgetting that stuff alluded to is brand new and fresh out of the freaking box!  We make our own reality, see; why not make a better one?  What could stand in our way?
New *findings* are uncomfortable for the reader because experience dictates that the *devil* "known" is usually preferable to the devil unknown. But consider, reader. The *devil* we know is pretty damn bad, already, and getting worse.  This is provoking that consideration of alternate *devils*, to begin with, according to Richard Dolan, via a host of well-cited and credible others, in his histories of "UFOs and the National Security State..."
...Though... we had better *find*, regardless. Our survival as individuals producing "better" individuals depends on it.
Anything else is arbitrary control by a sneering elite, reader. Anything else is laboriously farming the Manor Lord's three-field rotation on fields you can't own, in ignorance, and letting his sons sport-boink and defile our compromised if comely daughters...
That's a good implication regarding our continued ignorance, don't you think? Moreover, Heisenberg propounds, it seems, that if we observe a surface area's time in space for an occurrence of *something*... a finding... ...why comes to pass that we will have an occurrence... a finding!  Ding! Things are spring-loaded to happen the way we observe them to happen... ...go through the formality of actually occurring recalling there's space/time and surface area enough for that "formality."
What encourages this formality of "actually occurring." Clearly, reader, there is a mind over matter?
Our whole existence is a demonstration of our mind over matter. We thought it... and it became so. We've had allies of this conjectured mentality... we're rediscovering those allies right now, and in the nick of time, too, reader. In the nick of time.  Good thing, too.
Additionally, looking into the night sky—trying to step past the fear of what could be out there—ever attempting a search for a bona fide UFO yields some interesting results. Results?
Frankly? You see UFOs!  Uh-huh. That's right.
Let's start there. Let's look. Let's actually look. We're not looking now, not really. Not remotely. Not so "Dick Six-pack" hears about the search between Spike Channel re-runs. Not so "Wendy Wine-cooler" hears about that search between "American Idol" commercials...
...But there are too many sweaty palms and faux-rolled eyeballs... presently. Too many reflexively convenient dismissals... too many ready denials and suspect derisions—cast aspersions, even. Society is cast as a duplicitous prison warden in a prison we make ourselves. Moreover, betrayals by that entirely corrupt societal warden abound! Culture is not your friend.
With something like a credible WikiLeaks, that cat's altogether "sack-less," eh? Everyone comes to know what there is to be known.
Item:  Did the reader know that there are a few classes of disparaged and tabooed entheogens which would facilitate the cure of most all addictions or addictive behaviors and engages the previously addicted individual to a level of productive calmness, efficacious social worth, and intelligence they didn't before have? Fat people could be thin people. Sick people could be well people. Sad people could be glad people. Dissatisfied people could be satisfied people. That's at hand, too.
Not so smart... to smart enough. Love could crowd hate instead of the inverse of that. And all of this for pennies on the dollar presently spent?  We could claim respect from the stars instead of enduring their antithesis, and quarantine (?) by same? Heaven, an aspect of it anyway, at hand.
What? Yes... Known by the current civilization since the sixties, too, forgetting it is knowledge so old it dates back to our descent from the trees, eons ago on the savannas of a Dark Continent. Graham Hancock is writing about this re-rediscovered knowledge. Ralph Metzgar. Andrew Weil. Rick Strassman. Terence McKenna. Daniel Pinchbeck. Ralph Abraham. Riane Eisler. Rupert Shelldrake. Et sig al. They write regarding an efficacious way of a Shamanic philosophy in Societies based not on competition, so much, but cooperation, gylanic cooperation in a partnership served by further reaching mammalian corporations and not reptilian ones. The effect of same...
These are names to be lionized in the quickly approaching future where infant religions and juvenile governments can hold no sway over the conscious individual... if they ever did... or ever could over the "long haul." These are harbingers of the approaching time of singularity and concrescence.
Batten hatches... buckle belts... gird intellectual loins. The kingdom is at hand and awaits. That's a good thing for all the batteningbuckling, and girding. Verily. That's my suspicion... and I remain entirely optimistic. Heaven is at hand.
Restore John Ford!

Monday, October 05, 2020

How Did They Know?


Think of folks existing 
in some ancient un-guessed time... 
when Humankind was fresh-faced, 
and innocent in mind.  
Present deserts were once verdant 
in a time so long ago  
that they're buried by eternity 
in drifts of time, like snow.

Continents were bigger then, 
and they bridged themselves with land 
where the sea now washes liberally... 
plains were mountains
stark and grand! 
...And the arctic was the tropics
Earth's huge magnet switched her poles; 
the water rushed and drowned us 
and then washed down cracks and holes!

Our "Gods" were "explanation,"
so we showered them with gifts 
well beyond an exploration 
of their own self-worth or thrift! 
We wrote a lot about them... 
and we said it with aplomb 
...that the *gods* DID walk among us, 
or Zecharia's been dead wrong!

We were literal—sans all nuance, 
so we wrote it as we saw it.   
It's the only thing we knew that worked
as we saw it we would call it!   
...And we wrote about these awesome gods
and we gave them timeless names
from the strongest to the weakest... 
...and it's from them's drawn our shame!

The biggest? Call him Jupiter
He's the King of all the gods. 
He's the one with all the lightning bolts, 
and he gives the rest a nod
Venus is his consort, 
and she has him by the ear, 
so all the rest array themselves 
behind her to her rear!

Venus was the lesser god, 
of that there was no doubt. 
She didn't have Jup's monstrousness, 
she didn't have his clout
She might trick him or deceive him
but she'd pay the price if caught
she's the loser, in a battle 
where they struggled or they fought.

Now, drift on back to present times, 
and take a walk outside. 
Look East before the sun comes up 
upon a dark, but cloudless, sky!

Jupiter and Venus, 
just two planets, outshine stars! 
But one outshines the other; 
which is which confounds the bard. 
Not hard for me, perhaps for you, 
I've seen them through a scope! 
I have learned which one is bigger; 
that's what has me by the throat! 

See, it's Jupiter that's dimmer
'cause it spins so far away; 
it has the low albedo, 
and its color makes it fade
Venus is the brightest
so it looks the bigger, still. 
It has the high albedo! 
It's way closer to us, Phil!

That's where we have the disconnect
and a loss in continuity. 
This is where we learn comeuppance
and where we fill up on humility!

the *dimmer* light 
was the FATHER of the gods? 
when just a look 
shows Venus has that nod! 
when Venus looks the biggest
and more blaming? 
the sizes of the planets 
we were naming?

  • A too quickly maligned and discredited Sitchin would have argued that the ancients had to have been—uh... ... TOLD (yes!) or  informed by "the gods who walked among them as women and men." Whoa! The gods who walked among them like women and men?  In the existential and corporeal reality? Yes! It might not be ALL bunk! Perplexities remain.
  • Some other things we knew, millennia upon compounded millennia ago... when the dew was still fresh on our cognitive lily and we were aided only by a human visual acuity thousands of years from any DREAMED of visual enhancement with glass, mirror, microscope, or telescope!  What did we know?
  • Why... ...only that which could not have known at all!  That which was too far away to be known! That which was beyond possible to know!  How?!?
  • How did these ancients know of the existence of a planeted solar system and a plethora of stars like our own?  How did they know about the asteroid belt betwixt Mars and Jupiter?  These likened it to a bejeweled bracelet around our Sun. How did they know the near-identical sizes of the "twin" planets Neptune and Uranus, that they were water worlds, and even know the hues of each... which was blue and which was green?  How did they know about the mysterious and enigmatic planet *X* we have recently detected only as a result of perturbations in orbital mechanics disturbing planets of the only system we can presently know ... our own?
  • How did they KNOW!
  • We know, not, certainly.
  • Restore John Ford!

Thursday, September 17, 2020


Judge not, lest...

by Alfred Lehmberg

  • We do err, you know. Truly, we err and err hugely. We won't stop, here. No, there is too much to consider regarding all that.

  • ...And there is irony! The irony is that this just doesn't have to be this way. Not the way it is. Truly, to err is so identified as error because there was likely the ubiquitous choice to be made not to commit that error in the first place! This becomes clear when the reader considers everything they wish they could "do over," themselves, ...

  • Sure, choices are made, and wrong choices abound like fleas on dogs... only a presumption is made that these errant choices must be based, largely, on what is thought to be best practice, reasonable logic, superior interpretations of salient facts, and good will, at least most of the time, to act in "good will." We know, for the most part, that they are not. There's choice lurking there, too. 

  • Our error, finally? Reduced to that error's essence, if the reader will, and this writer may be so bold? Well, and simply stated, our error must be our reflexively tedious and corrosively employed intolerance of the eminently tolerable...
  • ...Our intolerance, then! Our unwavering, ignorant, and stubbornly obtuse intolerance. Our self-serving, servile, and ironically knave-producing intolerance. ...Intolerance to "this" or "that" on a wholly diseased whim or thoroughly invalidated premice or principle. Intolerance where toleration is not only possible but sensical and Constitutional! Intolerance where tolerance is codified in the best of religious tradition and sensible scripture... "do unto others..." and what-not, reader! 

  • Intolerance...This embarrassing and unseemly cultural pathology to masturbate the socially salacious rumor while turning a gladly armored back to the citation of responsibly constructive if unexciting, FACT! ...And at all peril, too!

  • Intolerance, in the face of all other evidence! Intolerance without a second look. Intolerance, though the non-tolerated be a better idea or design. Intolerance, often at its most vicious and uncompromising, when it doesn't...   Even...   MATTER!

  • Innocent persons need to die so it can be hashed out by pompous elites, old men in robes and skirts... patriarchal sociopaths... whether we "cross left" or "cross right"? That's a true story prosecuted even today at all indices and levels in our floundering patriarchy. Our failing floundering patriarchy.

  • Innocent persons need to be terrorized and provoked because you, figuratively, prefer to treat a woman like a bonded BITCH? Innocent persons need to chumped and disrespected... taken advantage of... because you need to impose your intolerance, your cancerous will... ...on your dark-skinned and in too many cases... certified and lettered superiors

  • I don't split hair or dive to the absurd. You know what I mean as you know who you are—all you lip-flapping if pompously mooing and authoritarian hypocrites, out there, who "know better" in a string of insincere, hypocritical, and mendacious litanies provoking all division, dread, and exacerbated disease... just shut the fuck up!  

  • You are the ironic cause of all you would whinily decry! Moreover, as has been shown in the last three decades, the "invited stupid" of Evangelical Religion and the resented oligarchy of pathological billionaires has had its disastrous run and been running hard since Reagan! There is your failing patriarchy!

  • Suffering ZOT! When this writer pays more in taxes than some major corporations, by way of example, a flag must come down, and hard! Enough!

  • Prosperity Christ in his conniving carry-all...When I look at the fulsomely fractured consequences of the global orgy of these hyper-religulously motivated, needlessly angered, and intolerant "Nationalism," in any stripe or flavor, I wonder how bad a "liberal," "one world," but sensibly "elected" government could be?! 

  • Would "invasions from the stars" or from "between dark dimensions" be as bleak as the path on which we seem hell-bent, ourselves, now? It could be our systems pale in sad comparison with one "from the stars..." ...think of the angels, even as you must insist upon dwelling on lurid cosmic demons and devils! This writer's experience is that you get what you ask for. You make the choice, reader. on what that is. Ask Dorothy Izatt.

  • Imposing on ourselves and one another this baseless du jour intolerance... all a result of treating lock-jawed stupidity and superstitious insentience... with collegiality...(?!) or some senseless pretense about debating a political viral infection like it was not already hard-wired to bigoted toxic insanity... as in a case of an especially nasty Nationalistic ass-fugustus demonstrated by Federal Government, currently... THIS, the preceding senseless taken for something sentient... as a collegiate equal, even, and one, certainly, as interested in the "intelligent common good," as yourself? You know, what mainstream news from FOX to MSNBC tries to sell you on so they can move their reverse mortgages, drugs, and boner pills?

  • No! Remotely sentient, the reader must know that that just cannot be! "Clean coal," Reader, and "drill baby drill"... "climate change be damned"! Or, "COVID is about as bad a bad cold!" ...That's the debate from these authoritarian and politically viral monsters, just to start! ...And yes, the crazy gets as deep as it does wide!

  • ...And for the microscopic FEW, reader! In the glad service and slavish devotion to the microscopic FEW! The microscopic, myopic, if mendaciously fascist and fabulous wealthy FEW! Them with the least they can lose, the most protections, and the best assurances! 

  • Consider, reader. 97% of the planet lives a hell on Earth, already! The remaining 3%? Just sick at heart. It's persons like Dick Cheney, Betsy DeVos, and Donald John TЯUMP dancing satisfaction's jig and gladly thriving! That pecuniary morbidly obese but "vast" and monied minority!

  • No, we've got to think larger, wider, and more differently than we've been thinking, right? In ANY case—larger, and more inclusively! The alternative seems to be someone sailing *the bomb* of discontented rage into some unsuspicious harbor for that—effect of "maximum inconvenience and disruption," and of course, to celebrate a prophecy that can only ever be... self-fulfilled! I digress. Let's digress a little more, if not far.

  • Rome WAS "Rome" after all, for a while, because it, early on, offered complete inclusion, a *citizenship* to those who it ...encouraged (one way of putting it?) ... to its banner? Rome was the (Pre-TЯUMP!) United States, of its time, for that reason. It was, after a fashion, given the period (harsh, brutish, bloody, and short)... ...inclusive. All men and Gods respecting responsible and proactive tolerance tolerated in the interests of the reasonable sustainable peace.

  • Only later, when it lost that good sense, succumbing to a string of ego-conflicted "barracks Caesars" (sullenly clutching the lawless arbitrary for their personal ego to then fail their Representative Republic like TЯUMP fails ours, suddenly a building refrain of awful potentiality!), was it that their resolve was finally dissolved by bread, circuses, decadence, and the pathetic grasping for same... (so, ripe for "Christian" onslaught and its precursor to a Dark Age... like it's doing now)... did Rome begin to fail in earnest

  • I read where history must ever repeat itself... but only where it is forgotten, reader... only where it is forgotten.

  • What to do? What to do? What to do? You know, apart from staying off your neighbor's ass, legislating their vaginas, or telling them who they can love and not why?

  • Well...the first thing to do in my perfect new utopian gylanic cooperation, pause to guffaw the appropriate squirty giggle, is share information regarding our... uh... (searching for a loaded expression or string of ready expletives mechanized to set the reader up for an unsettling gear change, a change so severe it could provide for MORE intolerance?) ...ubiquitous UFO *situation*. There!

  • UFOs? Yes. 

  • Those flirting lights in our skies doing the impossible and embarrassing, humiliating, and invalidating a reductionist science failing to come to grips with them. Ze Frank would quip, "That's what the UFO do..."

  • Why UFOs? Well, they're just the kind of thing uniting disparate social worlds. They are a "putting the planetary needle on the same page's groove," are they not? Something everyone can understand right down to scabby little toes, eight or eighty, blind, crippled, or even crazy. 

  • Unification is the keyword. Someone new discovered across that unexplored "cosmic river" of interstellar space... and then our little intolerances become a lot MORE meaningless and unconstructive.

  • Yes—yes—yes... I appreciate that UFOs are largely nonsense. Theodore Sturgeon pointed out that 90% of EVERY-thing is crap. Existence is a game of graft and corruption played by specious, sociopathic, and scientistic (sic) charlatans living, like any parasite, on the web that is facilitated for them; but only largely, reader, only largely... frankly we must have psychopaths so we can culturally innoculate against them. I digress. 

  • Back at the ranch, the UFOs remain. Some of *them* are very real. They BEG single-minded, even obsessive investigation. See, even wrong? We'd still have united!

  • Moreover, one's avoidance of "the issue" is a little like cluelessly turning their back on the movie monster (or that aforementioned political plague) when, of course, they're in the freaking movie (...or getting ready to vote)!

  • Lights, action—camera, boys and girls ... you're ON, in 3—2—1— ... [*]!

  • All this being said? Go forth and don't multiply.  Sire once or not at all and be able to give the clean and revitalized world back to those children. 

  • In the meantime, intolerance is eminently, obviously, and historically intolerable and so excuses itself from all toleration. We tolerate a baseless and deconstructive intolerance at our dire peril, always! Authoritarian and autocratic intolerance is just not to be tolerated. This is not the nonsense it might appear to be.

  • Additionally, restore John Ford... he still rots in stir apart from all sense and sentience a result of intolerance, the intolerance of the innocent man by the guilty man... Ford is an innocent man. Full stop. Read on.

Friday, August 28, 2020

The Man Will Be Reluctant

The man will be reluctant
It's been his way so long; 
he's the owner of the black-robed court, 
and he writes the *newsman's* song.

The man will be reluctant... 
forthcoming-ness bereft. 
He's kept strange info close at hand 
and teases you with it. 
And this is surely negative, 
it makes us merely fools... 
disrespected "Gammas," drones, 
or sad reactive tools.

The man will be reluctant. 
He'll surely hide from you... 
at the bottom of his castle, 
where he keeps his *craft* from view. 
Where he tinkers with the destiny 
which he dribbles out to us, 
while we wage-slave for epiphany, 
and then die as dry as dust.

The man ...will be reluctant
He may let you shine his shoes,
but ask, for cause, to see his *books*,
to be the one "outside"—you choose?

Though, it's everyone's the loser 
when you play the game like that!
He'd have you stretch your wages;
pay his taxes; make more brats!
He'd shove your nose to grindstones
so there's tooth-dust in your eyes;
he'd distract you 
from the questions asked
by lights who fill your skies!

He would slather *logic* sweetly 
to those spots gone slick with loss... 
that the dirge for which you're paying 
is the song of honest cost. 
...But nothing could be further 
from that fraud proposed as truth! 
The misery you're wailing 
is provoked by their abuse!

The man will be reluctant, 
so he keeps at beck and call? 
All the chosen of the multitudes 
he has kept, compelled ... enthralled
See, his religious arm of culture 
has convinced us that it's wrong 
to elevate humanity, 
and play a human's song.

Rather, campaigns for birthing babies 
are the order of the day! 
"The more of these you have... Christ
...the more it profits... ...ME! So PRAY"!

"Keep on having all those children—
make no move to *stem* that tide, 
so we can better choose our *best*, 
and keep the rest deprived
Keep them scuffling for position. 
Keep them always wanting MORE! 
Keep them bothered—in confusion, 
under stress outside our doors"!

"Let them look at what we tell them. 
Let them suffer for our *sins*. 
Let them eat from what we feed them, 
and forget what fate portends."

The man will be reluctant, 
as he hoards his ill-got gain. 
He'll short you on the front end, 
and then make you feel his shame
He ridicules the UFO's 
which clutter honest skies, 
as they propose an end 
to his convenience, ease, and lies!

It matters not your terror, friend, 
your confusion is his tool
Why, he takes you for his property
his chattel...slack-jawed fool! 
Though it's you who heats his water
and you build his dwelling place; 
he keeps the truth apart from you, 
so he spits right in your face!

That's why the man's reluctant ... 
'cause he knows you'd be pissed off! 
Autonomy was yours, you see?  
Though, you'd been double-crossed
You labor for his slogans
and you tithe his guilt! Confess!  
...Continuing the same mistakes 
that got us in this mess!

Friday, August 07, 2020

An Overview Of A "Flatwoods Monster" Investigation...

Constructive Colleagues... Collegiate Collaborators... 
and Friends

Frank C. Feschino, Jr. ...An Overview of his 
"Flatwoods Monster" Investigation
by Alfred Lehmberg

Frank C. Feschino, Jr. is a graduate of the Paier College of Art in Hamden, Connecticut, where he studied illustration, commercial art, and photography. He was trained there by several world-class artists including Kenneth Davies, Rudolph Zallinger, and John Massimino. Subsequently, Frank earned his four-year Fine Arts diploma there in 1981. 

Feschino later moved to Florida where he studied Film and Video production at Phillips Jr. College in Daytona Beach. There, he was trained by Hollywood steady-cam operator Rich Davis. In 1994, he graduated with an Associates Degree in Film and Video Production plus a minor in Business. 

Feschino would come to be interested in UFOs in the early 1990s when, on break from school, he chance-visited a relative's farm in Braxton County, West Virginia. He discovered there, in some strange and seminal serendipity of cosmic foreshadowing, that numerous crop circles had appeared on the property overnight! Moreover, UFOs had been frequently sighted over that region dating back many years. 

Pursuant to industry and interest piqued, Feschino very carefully and meticulously documented these anomalies and then shared his research with British crop circle expert and electrical engineer Mr. Colin Andrews. Mr. Andrews would catalog Frank's new-found information in his world-class crop circle database, subsequently, and then keep him informed on unfolding current events over the years. 

It suddenly occurred to Feschino at some point that all this paranormal hoo-rah was great material for a one-off project for film-school! ...Little did he know...  

We observe then that, during this time and at this loation, Feschino became aware of the famous "Flatwoods Monster," that particular UFO crash incident of Braxton County, West Virginia occurring on September 12, 1952, which everyone had all but forgotten about. Entirely captivated, this "one-off" school project would become Feschino's life work

For the uninitiated, this "UFO Crash" alluded to was a case involving a downed UFO and its alien occupant, a 12-foot-tall armor-clad being encountered by a group of unsuspecting local Flatwoods townspeople investigating a clear "disturbance" in their town. Suspend all dismissal or stop reading, now.

This terrifying "close encounter of the third kind" quickly made headlines across the globe, was talked about, effusively, on the radio and TV, and was featured just one week later on a Nationally broadcasted live TV program named, "We The People." This was a program "woke" for the time and entirely investigative if sensational... they wanted a rep for getting the story right. "Corporate," at this time, was hands-off on the news, in comparison to current spacetime.

Mysteriously, this long-running popular TV talk-show was suddenly canceled after the episode following the "Flatwoods Monster" airing! One wonders what was up with that, especially after revelations of the proceeding... this writer is bereft of all clue regarding same.

Though, onward, the far-reaching news about the "monster" event in West Virginia was actually one of the world's top news stories of 1952. Yet, though the popularity and fame of the "Flatwoods Monster" had risen quickly in the public eye, there was a dark downside to the story as well!

It becomes quite plain at this point that Government intelligence agencies had covertly stepped into the picture and were keeping watchful eyes over the unfolding situation, and quickly working to diffuse it. Such seems, and abundantly, so. Why?

There were reasons good and bad, verily! There was a very real Soviet threat which could be complicated by even a misidentification of UFOs... forgetting the distraction of the incomprehensible actuality of them, although, unreasoning and slapdash, even incompetent (scared?), inconsistencies in reporting the incident abounded and became horrendous early on, abiding even today! Witnesses were constantly misquoted, the incident was heavily bowdlerized, contrived to seem doubtful, and the very honest and forthright witnesses were, and have been, laughed at for decades, 6 and counting! 

This happened...

The government's official explanation reported that the incident was caused by a passing "fireball meteor," and that the witnesses probably misinterpreted the "so-called monster" as a "barn owl" perched high on a tall tree branch at dusk! Patent nonsense not supported by data on any level in the first place, and meteors, in the second, don't hang in the air for 21 hours and temporal-change! 

This "monster" incident, as well as many other recorded UFO cases during the 1952 "Summer of Saucers," had the American public anxiously excited precisely because UFO sightings were at a historical high over the country that year! Here, the cover-up of this alien encounter was determined as necessary by the government, and actions to squash it were quickly and covertly (if incompetently) implemented. Mass hysteria was indeed avoided! 

Remains! We must ask, "but, at what cost," ultimately. Let us digress momentarily to observe how much farther ahead we could be as a species to have faced the UFO head-on back in the 50's and now have all that mischief more managed... but behind us! This writer would bet heavily that we'd have more societal success and self-respect as a result. We'd know who we were, at any rate, and not be disappointed, I feel... That's the intuition...

Back in West Virginia, subsequently, the "Flatwoods Monster" case was on the way to becoming a mere historical myth of sketch-less folklore. The majority of the public didn't believe the crazy tale to start, and the famous "monster" case was to be shelved as a curious legend for its finish! Mission accomplished? Again, one wonders.

…But wait, the real story behind this mysterious alien visitor and the circumstances surrounding the enigmatic and bizarre incident was never fully known to the public! Well, as the reader might suspect, that was about to change! 

You see, in 1952, there were a few people of staid consciousness and responsible conscience. These were lettered and inquisitive persons, adventurers who believed that this terrifying if astonishing incident truly did happen, they just couldn't put it all together with the "officially fiddled-with" information at hand! 

Still, and luckily for the serious future researcher, some investigators, and fortuitously,  left credible historical documentation about this case in their books, published periodicals, and private newsletters! Remains... It would have all been lost...

...Enter newly minted illustrator Frank C. Feschino, Jr. forty years later. Intrigued and perplexed by the bizarre story, Feschino, shortly, picks up this cold case where it had left off back in 1952 and was immediately engaged. He would run hard with it. He has never looked back. The chase is still afoot.

Feschino would truly become the first primary investigator involved in the puzzling affair since it was originally investigated in 1952. Indeed. He would bring the "Flatwoods Monster" case to a whole new level of well-credentialed credibility!

See, while still attending film school, Frank began an intense and extensive investigation into the case almost as a lark. Conversely, it would become his primary focus and occupation.

Verily, now armed with video equipment and schooled communication skills, he would competently videotape or film interviews with many of the first-hand Flatwoods eyewitness. He also photographed or filmed the many locations involved in the story, which were untouched by time. This immediately preceding should not be taken lightly... 

During his arduous, sometimes even physically hazardous investigation, reader, Feschino traveled extensively, accumulating a mass of information including the works of the aforementioned past researchers. He searched for and found forgotten books and magazine publications, private research papers, hoary newspaper articles from around the globe… and most importantly, the long-forgotten official government documents of the recently declassified Project Bluebook Files, ghostlike textual apparitions on film sometimes requiring huge reconstructions of these microfilm documents! This was the one thing previous researchers had not had. Here was the mortar for the ufological factual brickage! 

Unsettlingly now, Feschino discovered that the case's evidentiary trail was screwed-up very deeply by the government, but that there still remained scattered clues and widespread pieces to this cold-case puzzle scattered about and hard to decypher! These were clues and pieces telling the truth, if strewn about—buried all across the United States! The aspiration was to put this cosmic jigsaw back together, one can gather. For this writer's money, he succeeded. 

Feschino not only discovered that this alien encounter had indeed occurred, but he also put together an astounding timeline of events for September 12, 1952, disclosing a previously UNDISCLOSED 21-sustained hours of unending UFO activity... activity occurring over ten east coast States that fearfully fateful night! This was one busy meteor! 

This was the puzzle being completed... then. Information from disparate and un-coordinated sources dove-tailing into a clearer picture of what MUST have happened. 

On the day of September 12, 1952, Feschino was able to pinpoint 116 documented locations involving 25 separate and distinct UFOs over ten States, and he also discovered that four of those UFOs were heavily damaged! These damaged craft made repeated landings, by report; one of those damaged and downed objects even held an occupant abandoning its own damaged conveyance! This "occupant" would  later come to be known as, the "Flatwoods Monster." Frank Feschino, Jr. fleshes all this out, in his book, and as a result of an analysis of his "Master Map."

This well-cited initiative contains the information included: plotted points of a particular UFO's locations, the type of craft described, the timestamps of each object, and even their flight trajectories. It’s rather forensically recreated a total scenario for what happened in and around Flatwoods on September 12, 1952. 

Shockingly, Feschino discovered that by putting all of the individual UFO events into a chronological timeline and then piecing it all together, a story unfolded. This story very demonstrably involved two seeming "search and rescue operations" for distressed "fellows"... by Extraterrestrials for Extraterrestrials. Please read that again. They apparently attempted to retrieve two of their downed and stranded comrades in West Virginia, one in Flatwoods and the other in Wheeling, WV ... the data strongly suggests this.

Ultimately, Feschino concludes a logical explanation as to why there were four damaged and downed UFOs in the country that day. He observes that during 1952, the UFO sightings had become so frequent and ubiquitous over the United States that the  Air Defense Command was "operating under a 24-hour Nation-wide alert against 'flying saucers" in an attempt to address same! 

Top officials had directed their fighter pilots, "to take off instantly in pursuit of any 'flying saucers' sighted anywhere in the country." They would do just that... and the unadmitted carnage may have been horrific!

See, Feschino also rediscovered a piece of history that was forgotten by most when he learned the USAF also had "Shoot Down" orders directed against these flying saucers! Shoot down orders! These orders, reader, are now well documented. Feschino and Stanton Friedman hold a blow-up of a Newspaper article from that time, above.

Now confident, even arrogant, with their latest rocket-bearing jet interceptors in service at the time, the United States Air Force revealed that their fighter pilots, "have been under orders to investigate unidentified objects and to shoot them down if they can't talk them down." Feschino discovered the Air Force also admitted that they had scrambled jet interceptors, "several hundred times as a result of reported sightings of unidentified objects."

He continued his UFO research and discovered an alarming amount of mysterious Air Force, Navy, and Marine fighter aircraft accidents also occurred during that period. Some of these were just wholly inexplicable, man and machine simple vanishing from the Earth's face or crashing into schools and neighborhoods! The writer is not making this up.

Feschino documented and compiled a plethora of inscrutable fighter aircraft crashes as well as many unsolved incidents. These involved an overwhelming amount of vanished planes and missing airmen. The loss of machines and men during that time, undeniably, was, by report, absolutely staggering!     

Feschino also unearthed one more of these mysterious incidents. It occurred on September 12, 1952. The affair involved a United States jet fighter vanishing into thin air shortly before the "Flatwoods Monster" crash-landed in West Virginia. 

Feschino worked for several years on this particular case and discovered that the Air Force would report absolutely no record of this missing jet or its two-man crew. Additionally, the United States government did not have a single record of the airmen in any of their official holdings, military or civilian! Curious! Feschino continued on with his exhaustive investigation, regardless, then tracked down and talked to the two airmen's surviving brothers!

Rubbing... stone in inset...

The pilot's brother gave Feschino official documents that the USAF had sent him, then Feschino tracked down the memorial headstone of the pilot in Ocala, Florida. Our intrepid researcher then got hold of several Florida newspaper articles on the subject and began to piece the story together... but something was missing... the truth! 

The explanations given by the Air Force concerning this missing jet case were convoluted, contradictory, and fragmented. Years later, perhaps a result of Feschino's revelations in the case, the Air Force finally released the Sept. 12, 1952, Aircraft Accident Report case file on microfilm... including the missing jet story. There was “no record,” remember! 

Feschino evaluated all the cases and quickly discovered that two other September 12, 1952 aircraft accident events were mysteriously missing from the case files—both sent to higher classification! Feschino then read, dissected, and reviewed the remaining missing jet case and combined its contents with all of his other accumulated data about the missing aircraft. His conclusion: a massive cover-up revealed, and one that was actually on a much larger scale than the "Flatwoods Monster" incident. Flatwoods was only the end of the story it appears.

The upshot is that the alluded case of missing fighter pilot 2nd Lt. John Jones and radar operator, 2nd Lt. John DelCurto fit perfectly into place with all the other covered-up UFO events occurring on September 12, 1952. Such was abundantly so.

Feschino has written a groundbreaking book, and it is a completed and convincing essay map of his investigation into the famous "Flatwoods Monster" incident.  It is titled, The Braxton County Monster—The Cover-up of the Flatwoods Monster Revealed, later released as an "Updated and Revised" edition while his investigation continued and additional information was obtained. He's not done, yet, reader!

Feschino also wrote another book titled, Shoot Them Down-The Flying Saucer Air Wars of 1952. It records the 1952 "Summer of the Saucers" specific to the wave of UFO events, the Flatwoods case and the mysterious fighter plane accidents occurring between 1951 and 1956. The forewords and epilogs for Feschino's books were written by the nuclear physicist, UFO expert, and fellow author (The Late) Stanton T. Friedman of Roswell fame (pictured at the top).

Additionally, Feschino would generously extend recognition and credit to this writer and veteran Master Aviator, honored to write the book's recent book-cover synopsis covering this astonishing incident.

Feschino's works have been featured in numerous other UFO books, as well as countless newspaper, magazine, and internet articles throughout the world. The author has also been interviewed by numerous radio talk show hosts including personalities Whitley Strieber, George Noory, Richard Dolan, Bill Birnes, Heather Wade, and Shadoe Stevens to name a few. 

While building momentum through the media, Frank caught the eye of several conference promoters and subsequently traveled throughout the United States to spread the word about his UFO research and books of aviation and UFO history. For nearly a decade, Feschino appeared in, or has headlined for, several UFO conferences, lectures, and book signings. He was also involved in many "Flatwoods Monster" one-man events including numerous book signings organized by (The Late) Peggy Clise, the former Mayor of Flatwoods. These conferences were held at the antique and historical "Grandad’s Store" in that town.

It was at that location that the monumental "Flatwoods Monster 50th Anniversary" celebration was held in 2002 with special guest Stanton T. Friedman and many of the actual eyewitnesses in attendance. In 2007, another memorable event occurred in West Virginia, when Feschino led a a cast of lecturers during a two-day, "Flatwoods Monster and Flying Saucer Extravaganza" show, held at the historic Capitol Theatre in downtown Charleston, WV.

Frank has guest appeared on many West Virginia television talk shows, TV news broadcasts, and radio programs. He was also featured in the first-ever "Flatwoods Monster" cover story and feature article in the late UFO Magazine. The author and UFO investigator also appeared in an episode of "Monster Quest" on the HISTORY CHANNEL featuring the "Flatwoods Monster" and "Frametown Monster" incidents of 1952. Additionally, Feschino also produced a documentary that he wrote, shot, and narrated. It focuses on his investigation into the "Flatwoods Monster" case expanding into an undeclared and largely secret air war with ET. It appears on YouTube. 

After a quest approaching 30 years to reveal the truth regarding this seminal issue, Frank C. Feschino, Jr. has become the genuine authority on the "Flatwoods Monster" incident and the UFO events of September 12, 1952. Accept no substitutes. Today, a very well-spoken Feschino continues to be involved in UFO research and currently resides at his home in central Florida.

Richard Dolan with Feschino Part one

Richard Dolan with Feschino Part two