Tuesday, October 19, 2021

Science As A Closed Institution



You shan't "profit"! You're made stupid,
and that's the role of "institutions"
which are closed to "oversight";
they're hiding stuff that lights the NIGHT!
See, we don't need to "SEARCH" for truth,
that's a pedant's dodge and ruse.
Where you want your problems "aced"
...is where you know "the truth" but "FACED"!


Science As A Closed Institution
by Alfred Lehmberg


A "closed institution" is a bad institution—generally. A lack of critical oversight on any institution leads to corruption of that institution—if it ever was uncorrupted—in all cases. Absolute power corrupts absolutely, always! Even with God, one would imagine. One gets to a certain age and that becomes obvious.

There are rules—checks & balances; break them at peril. Besides, we're just not that good, yet, eh? We lack the courage and constitution to be efficaciously arbitrary—non-constitutional—autocratic. Evidence?

Consider an unfettered plethora of scurvy chicken-hawking Christian priests, running blithely free, raping their flocks of their life-savings and  Social Security, prosecuting piracy a result of betraying their flock's faith, piracy to live splendidly in 10,000,000 dollar mansions ensconced behind jealous gates and higher walls... free to spew a toxic hatred and intolerance for the eminently tolerable. 

Still, the masses (you and me) complacently allow them this, you see? Why? Why, indeed.

Running parallel to the preceding—and related one could expect—there is a most fulsome whining and carrying on, otherwise, by our hyper-educated science religionists, presently, regarding a "belief" on the subject of a so-called "pseudo-science," a pseudo-science rotting a "legitimate" science from within! Maybe. 

Though, forgotten is that this may be a corruption that science facilitates itself. Yes, facilitates itself... and for a plethora of bad reasons.

So, again, this may be a too proud science lacking all humility and thinking entirely too much of itself, at the start. Do we betray it, or, has it first betrayed us! This is a fair question. This is asked remembering that science is, most oftentimes, not the scientist officiating it... even lofty tech mountains moved or climbed!

Grandly pontificated in this alleged "rot" is what the aforementioned and du jour science apologists proclaim is facilitated, you know, by the mere consideration of various and sundry scientific so-called "heresies"! These are the heresies, I argue, a cut to the chase, that may be too quickly and arbitrarily declared "out of bounds," by these goal-keeping enablers, even arbitrarily disallowed by these jealous and sometimes pecuniary officialities. Dismissed without a look. That's not science.

No, these may be but the anxious pronouncements tediously propounded by moaning wan pontificators who would have us believe, for example, that the study of UFOs, their ancillaries, and other unsolved "anomalies" (or unsettling "peculiarities") in their regard... must destroy the very science that the more rational of us (ironically!) would use to attempt a serious study of those very things! 

Science must not fear investigation it seems to this writer. No! It must welcome it! 

Were we not all taught that "Science," incapable of mere fear, is fearless investigation? Begs for it, even wrong! ESPECIALLY wrong! Admission of error is ever a step up for real science.

Now, this reflexive fear is not surprising given the abject humiliation UFOs traditionally provide for an inappropriately arrogant science (arrogance is usually bad), but still: their protests are stuff and puling nonsense which dishonors them, reader! "Science embellishes on its "sour grapes" where seemingly in-quixotic UFOs very "disrespectfully" refuse to jump into science's presumptuous test-tube, on command! Well, this writer offers that it is science's unscientific resentment of uncooperative UFOs that fuels its dismissal of them! The reader is reminded that we don't conflate science with scientists so much as to observe that science is what science does.

See? It might be these science religionists, themselves, who encourage the very rot and disinterest they would decry! It might be the science religionists, themselves, who make science dull to the layman and uninteresting to the student anxiously sought. It might be the science religionists, themselves, who limit an investigation to such a narrow reductionist band of filtered reality in method, repeatability, and measurement perhaps leaned on too much. It might be the science religionists, themselves, who unpropitiously pitch the proverbial papoose with the soiled bathwater (and... sorry... not!).

Finally, it might be the science religionists themselves who depart from the reality of science. They might do this when they obstinately CHOOSE not to go where the data ultimately leads—for shortsighted, self-serving, and status-quo maintaining reasons, too! 

Consider, ...was a broad-spectrum cancer "cure" discovered decades ago and shelved to sustain a corporate pharm's bottom line by continuing to merely treat it? Can you say, "Cannabis," reader? ...Tip of an unimaginable iceberg... somebody knows.

Some of these science religionists pompously pronounce "reasonable-sounding proclamations of scientific fidelity and high-toned due diligence," but this is merely a fallacious cloak too airily worn, reader, an appeal to a more vacuous authority. They still won't first evaluate what they dismiss. 

Wearing these cloaks, remember, are mere garden-variety human beings rife with embarrassing error and hubris and encumbered with jealousies of ego every bit as petty as any of the reader's own. Certainly this writer's! We lack awareness of that so we act inappropriately.

Human beings. Likely ten in a hundred of these, more under pressure, can be full-blown sociopaths—monsters, reader—and ninety percent of all of these are full of crap, in addition to being monsters, because ninety percent of everything, if you can believe Theodore Sturgeon, Isaac Asimov, Stanton Friedman or Jeremy Vaeni, is inconsequent crap. Look at DJT.

Fealty, fidelity, and honorable conduct won't be guaranteed in proud "Scientia," just as it can't be "guaranteed," anywhere. Verily, these obtuse science religionists can be just as crooked as anyone else... look at the "Christian Priesthood" already alluded to. So, the only way you can be assured of having these qualities also alluded to is to demand that Fealty, Fidelity, and Honorable conduct around yourself, eh?

One must produce, I re-phrase, all the justice (one can stand!) themselves, by themselves, and around themselves. The hijacked mainstream can't... won't—shan't—stand for very much of it themselves (that's contrary to the pecuniary), so don't depend on it for justice!

The "well-meaning" but certainly ax-grinding klasskurtxians (interested only in keeping coveted positions at funding troughs!) assume the cloaks of these "scientific religionists," write the rules for that discovery with its retreating, so unapproachable, evidentiary horizon, and make up from convenient cloth the definitions of "evidence," to start! They set the "sliding-scale bar" of "proof enough" for the—very manipulated, conned, and complacent—rest of us. 

What is the "sliding scale" bar? What is proof enough? Are we manipulated (non-efficaciously so) by our society for the unconscionable benefit of some shadowy elite? How could we not be, just looking around the du jour existentiality of our reality, currently? Look at the behaviors, known and unknown, of ubiquitous billionaires fomenting fascism unfettered as these words are written?


The "sliding scale bar" is the "killer app" rubric of plausible deniability employed by Skept-O-Bunkies (SOBs) regarding "extraordinary claims requiring extraordinary evidence," for instance. The "bar that shall be cleared" is set by the SOBs, themselves, so there is never enough "extraordinary evidence" for a contested claim, resulting in Jean Van Gemert's observation regarding conjectured receding—forever backsliding—and therefore unachievable and so useless "evidentiary horizon." 

As "proof" may counter a jealously entrenched mainstream, there "shall be" no proof extraordinary enough to unseat that mainstream. A non-efficacious manipulation of crass self-interest... by any other name? It is offal sweet.

The "reasonably observant" are not fooled. Too, the now well-described duplicitousness of mainstream science is sensed by the masses even if it cannot be articulated, as such, by those masses. All begin to perceive, to one level or another, that it is this conflicted mainstream defining the provenance of the ballyhooed and bemoaned "rot from within"... if that rot "exists" ...at all! 

People remain to have a sense of being bilked, shined on, or betrayed. Why would that be unless perhaps they are being bilked, shined on, or betrayed, in truth? We may pay the price for all this in a disrespected science... and parent officiality, during pandemics and concerning climate science, say? Yes... there are prices to be paid for being allowed to deliberately lie, without consequence, on public airwaves. This has been allowed since the Reagan Administration, but we digress.

See? Asserted here is that science may encourage the "rot," to a degree, themselves.

"Anti-Truth" may not decidedly be the fault of "fringe activities" arising, at the start, only as a result of the scientific VACUUM imposed by those same reflex reductionists identified as SOBs above and alluded to in the first place, eh? This is an informational vacuum decidedly remaining after those same mainstream science religionists (and their equally limited SOB-enabling apologists for same) complete their cultural "slash and burn" of individual sensibility, journalistically, and then sail grandly on... on our wind! In other words, when did we have to start looking over our shoulders at the professional classes best created to serve humanity and not PREY upon it? ...Closed institutions.

Cops, lawyers, bank officers, preachers, CEOs, doctors... agencies, institutions, and governments? Scientists? Increasingly lacking humility, do these become only more and more predatory?

The proof of all this is a very obvious, if anomalous, aerial activity that is still giggled at by the mainstream, 50 (if a little less so currently) years after it was first identified as a bona fide matter of (mind-bogglingly!) gainful scientific study! UFOs have humiliated Science at every turn, since, for its timidity, perfidy, and its tireless dismissal of what they have steadfastly refused to investigate at all. 

The stars, ladies and gentle-bunkies! No less than the stars are lost in this bowdlerized and so artless Cartesian but reductionist intransigence, an intransigence they would too readily accuse in the "detested" fringe... a fringe largely detested because they make the scientist re-do or re-think work thought done? 


Any true investigation demonstrates that there is very little to giggle at, after all. Moreover, science, as a junior institution in the measure of things, shouldn't smile... especially condescendingly. A condescending smile's a smirk, and smirks should only earn a sneer from superiors, contemporaries, and subordinates alike. They're not constructive. We've already discussed the utility of arrogance.

Somebody knows. It's in your, very likely, gainful interest, reader, to know as well. Besides, that visit to the cosmic dentist's office can't be put off indefinitely. Precluding your "knowing" are closed institutions, institutions without oversight for convenient reasons benefiting, and known, only to, "themselves."

Most institutions are closed even if only colloquially, or become closed to an individual if an individual can't or won't be "vetted" by same—unable or unwilling to clear arbitrarily emplaced hurdles regarding sensible politics, justified curiosity about the obtuse arcane, or a sentient atheism revolted by teacher-led prayer in public schools, say... or the teaching of historical error as fact... These Non-"vetted" individuals are denigrated, marginalized, and reviled by "closed" institutions. This writer has had personal experience with same.

Ironically it remains that Individuals (sic)—a result of their singular if transmittable inventiveness—are required for any lasting cultural success. Individuals are the elements of change required because what can't change dies... or goes extinct. The consequence of rigid and unchanging 'closed' institutions is the death of evolving progressive culture, its rising and advancing. Organized religion, based on its own behavior and reputation, scientific or otherwise, is the meme of extinction!

Individuals are key. Respect your individuals; only, don't take any crap from them, either! That follows. Psychopaths may have a required utility with the odd ability to "make the quick hard call," but not without oversight! Never without oversight! Oversight is... the way! 

...What's closed, and WHY!

Is it honest? Is it fair? Is it constructive? Does it aspire! Then how or why is it closed?

Read on.
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Saturday, October 02, 2021

The "You" You'd Recuse

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Think what you want, friend, 
regarding "Abduction." 
A nest full of liars, 
mistaken, or cursed. 
Consider these making 
a play for your dollar, 
not worthy your notice—
revolting, or worse?
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Then, make them a scapegoat? 
Make them your clown! 
Make them embarrassed?  
Make sure they're cast down!
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Use them, abuse them—
why, assign "yellow stars"! 
Mock them as bar-flies 
from Venus or Mars! 
Do what you will 
to stay 'comfy' and 'safe.' 
...But lie to yourself!  
Pretend it's you, brave!
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Yes, treat with derision 
this hapless minority, 
though, cling to fraternities, 
and stuck-up sororities! 
Stick to your "Bibles," 
your "tracts" and "epistles," 
then slink past your graveyards... 
contriving to whistle!
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Laugh while you're able, 
you artless elite! 
You stuttering clot poles! 
You shameless effete!
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We're an atom in an ocean! 
Who's to say what drifts our way... 
on those currents so indifferent 
to the games that YOU might play! 
We're a grain upon a tiny beach 
unaware we're unaware... 
or why it is that we're betrayed 
by systems, you'd forswear!
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You know, given your foreknowledge,
observance of some fact...
some clue to what was going on...
An autodidact's act...
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We're a tiny—larval—bit of life 
bereft most truth and sentience! 
We're saints, if psychopathic; 
we're seers sans all conscience! 
We're all the things we'd hate to be, 
still, carry just a tad 
of everything that grace t'would be... 
...if currently? Quite mad!
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When you laugh at our afflicted, 
but then put them in your "shows," 
you make dishonest dollars 
while you thumb an upturned nose! 
Who profits from this disrespect; 
you frolic for the "man"! 
You caper for his pennies... 
then you buff his "penile, gland"!
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Well, this, at best, seems ill-advised
and provoking disrespect.
That seems little aspiration
to an enlightened intellect.  
Any "credence" to that party-line? 
One gives their bland support... 
detracting from progressiveness—
so we take it in the shorts!
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On UFOs now detected,
their rejection heretofore?
So, where's your skeptibunky; 
where's your smug, denying, TV whore?
There's been no investigation! 
These maintained that that's unneeded! 
No one was even "looking," friend! 
"Looks" entreat and beg, beleaguered! 
No one has the *courage* 
...'cause they know it's unrewarded. 
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...Sad crews of us cooperate 
but likely, ALL are strung along...
to give their bat-squeeze our own weight, 
'til disaster's sung its song...
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We could have been more strident! 
We could have made commands—
perhaps elected persons 
who would make our harsh demands!
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We could have saved more money—
brought our population down. 
We could have cleaned our rivers—
put our wires underground. 
We could have told our kids the truth 
in schools of trust and light! 
We could have made more effort 
to get Ready, Real—Right!
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But we maintained the status quo, 
we stayed the "party line." 
We laughed at our "abductees," 
and we wasted precious time!
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We're given harmful counsel, 
it happens all the time—
"Gaslighting" that it's us gone mad! 
Some "doctors" should do time!  
Yeah, ask the woman, "Emma Woods"  
if she's been on that ride. 
Assess her story's elements, friend,
then see what you decide.
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So think what you will, "Phil"—
regarding abduction! 
Stay the old course 
of your sad re-reductions! 
Forget you knew nothing; 
forget you're the fake! 
Pretend your foundations 
don't crumble and break!
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Forget that the saucers 
still fly in your skies; 
forget the abducted 
and pretend that their cries... 
are musings of idiots, 
cretinous loons 
who scratch at your wallet 
then howl at your moon! 

See, it's you and not *abductees*, 
Cast as "wanting" here, today! 
It is YOU, and not abductees, 
sopped in glad naivete!
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YOU are the cause 
of their pitiful nescience! 
 Subject to laughter, 
enduring derision...
It's you at the core 
of our lack of concision! 
We're TRAPPED in a prison
of your lack of vision!
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Your time is now passed 
on a ship that has sailed. 
You're a "fat lady sung" 
and a bread that's gone stale. 
The pendulum swings 
as it's wont, then, to do, 
and it matters not 
Muslim, "Christian," or Jew.
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...Not Shiva, or Krishna, 
nor Buddha have clues. 
It's your "felt experience," reader! 
The "you" you'd recuse!





A salute, then, to Emma and her genuine courage.
Let's walk with her, then, and so be less discouraged.
She's on the right path; she carries her load.
I'll walk with her gladly; she's a light on the road!

  • Too, restore John Ford at ANY cost to a landed elite! An institution which countenances this atrocity of injustice is not worthy of continuance. Verily, any institution that could be brought down by the legal and righteous efforts of just one man—SHOULD be brought down, of needs and for cause!

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Monday, September 13, 2021

Tulli's Papyrus

To Touch Truth On Her Face...

"Tulli's Papyrus"—The Eternal Duel 
Of Seekers And Shirkers
By Alfred Lehmberg 



What might a person DO... to avoid being laughed at? What means might they contrive to avoid that unbearable perception of being the butt of someone else's, even ignorant, joke... or face-losing accusation?  What chances will this person take, then, to be wrong, or, even MORE damnable—too correct? From where will an act of very necessary and selfless courage then come? This writer looks at his own courage and despairs for cause.

Worse yet, and far more likely... what does a corrupt and illiberal person, one who senses an obvious threat to their worldview or pocketbook, do? Predictably, this person selfishly employs their praetorian point of view's UNJUSTIFIED instruments of unrighteous deconstruction... cognitive dissonances and employed illogics—alternative truths—sits on some smoking-gun evidence, say, or even (shame!) destroys that evidence outright! These are questions more than intimated as one investigates the presumed unintentional disclosure of one Father Alberto Tulli, and how it pertains to the (assiduously AVOIDED!) subject of historical UFO's.

So, let's say it was you, honored reader. Let's say it's YOU who'd stumbled upon some bit of compelling evidence providing that first inimitable push into a startling new view of our more expansive world and the multi-verse beyond it!  Bigger than the genetics of Mendel or the implications of Darwin's Origin Of Species... the startling evidence is held in YOUR trembling hand!

What do you do with it? All courage issues aside, courage would of needs be colossal as freight is paid for "disclosure". For example, consider Messrs. Chelsea Manning and Edward Snowden. Jesus, conjecturally, was killed on the cross for his disclosures. The "light bringer" is often killed, outright for their contrary stand, even the righteous one... oh, especially righteous one... 

Only, one regards our current condition: however, dismayingly. This is given the clear results endured as a result of: the toleration of superstition over science, rumor for fact, and insentience for sane sensibility... Maybe an alleged dying on a cross is a satisfactory trade-off for the efficacious elevation of a self-actualized humanity, even it were the reader? ...What would Jesus do?

Perhaps, like our Father Tulli, you stuff the revelations of a rising and advancing human spirit in a remote and dusty drawer amongst your personal possessions... only to have it found at the conclusion of your remarkably dull and pedestrian life—final proof of your regrettable cowardice? What price three days scourged and stabbed, then?

Do you DESTROY the accusing evidence (?) and live with your nagging conscience (or not!) for the remainder of a pathetically indifferent and lamentably complacent existence? Or, do you (rare bird!) offer the OTHER hand, and use it to extend your purposeful, positive, and passionate reach deeply into the waters of REAL truth... or at least a more challenging, vigorous, and dynamic INVESTIGATION into that richly complicated, but more vitally satisfying and inclusive *real* world? "What do YOU do," Keanu asks...

What DO you do!

Pausing for a moment's reflection, how many other bits of information (just like the forthcoming!) are hidden away in the sealed drawers of shadowy vaults forgotten by ALL (excepting, with difficulty, that select and secret few with total access)? The question is begged. 

How many MORE of these artfully anomalous articles are at the arbitrary WHIM of some craven and convenient coward—that faux-conservatively minded and exclusive sociopath? What dazzling documentations, momentous mechanisms, or awe-inspiring inferences lie smothered in the CONSCIOUS attempt to protect that occlusive socially conservative plutocrat's—conveniently pernicious and predatory, but wholly contrived and imaginary—position? WHAT hides—WHERE and WHY?

Exposed! All of it!! Necessary secretes has been too wee abused.

Truly, that arguable need to keep SOME secrets is an abused privilege that has been suspiciously and egregiously overexploited, as stated, and so distastefully and even dangerously, PERHAPS, a full and complete accounting must NOW be made... .  Maybe we owe it, this storm before the calm, to ourselves.

Returning to our intrepid anti-protagonist, the good Father, what kind of man was Father Alberto Tulli? Was he a gentle and cloistered academic loved by his family of friends and respected by his educated colleagues, or was he a sullen low-tiered architect of the pervasive and unjustified SECRECY crippling and trivializing the individual potentiality of every ONE of us, today? Could he (by some strange mechanism of social irony) be both? 

This is forgetting that an assessment of "either" is not within the scope of this essay. Those essays have been written by others—they will continue to be written. This essay would lance THAT particular boil!

Though, who WAS Father Alberto Tulli? Certainly, his lack of *remarkable* (conscious) contribution could be his definition, and a possible answer to the preceding question. Wool-dyed association with the Catholic Church's curious office of Egyptology, he was but a tiny cog in a tightly closed institution that has been around long enough to generate (and then jealously keep) a PLETHORA of deep and darkly shadowed secrets... all its own!  Indeed, Father Tulli's single association with the anomalous subject of this essay was to come to light, by some reports, ONLY after the event of his death.

We pause here to remind the reader that "Tulli" is another one of those UFO cases, like McMinnville, Roswell, and Trindade, which has been dragged back and forth across the line of self-honest credulity by the ufologically disingenuous so hard and so often that the line is smeared into near illegibility. We'll remember that we need but one true UFO, right? One is all you need, and surely there is one in our human history.

Back to Tulli, the meager papers, effects, and possessions accumulated in a life of apparently unswerving institutional loyalty are, at last, revealed and examined... presumably just to identify what goes where (as in the event of ANY death, this writer's eventual death—assuredly!). Controversially, though, Father Alberto Tulli's personal and otherwise mundane academic effects contained an unsettling surprise decidedly NOT so mundane and assuredly NOT so personal.

The writer pauses to remind my patient reader that this written exploration is made in good faith. Further, the writer presupposes (and reiterates) that intelligence not of this planet is MORE than suggested by seven deep categories of OTHER pieces of evidence just as, or even more, compelling than THIS one, one which could be wild horse muffins! 


That doesn't matter remember, TRUFO or True UFOs only have to evidence themselves once in those seven vast categorical seas. Numerous items from our purposely contrived and foggy history provoke similar pointed questions, forgetting for a moment that this particular one was dismissed by writer Samuel Rosenburg as unfounded invention!

Ok...

His—too easy—dismissal was based on an alleged (and unsubstantiated) inexpert translation of an ancient document the Catholic church reports as currently "lost." One critique, Rosenburg's scoffing conclusion, was as dictated to Rosenburg by that SAME Catholic church cloaked in the, ever assumed, faultless integrity of an "infallible Vatican."  The reader should be feeling some unease. Infallible, this writer's south end moving north.

See, even THERE the reader can hear the weak admission that some artifact existed, even if it cannot now be produced! Is this naught but just one more piece of the ongoing puzzle lost in the convenient shadows of the planned general ignorance? Such might be so.

So, what IS this alleged artifact?

Roughly, but certainly no less than three thousand, five hundred years ago, in an unremarkable Egypt far removed from us and further distorted by murky academic antiquity, there once ruled, as it's writ, the minor Pharaoh Thutmose III—also unremarkable (at least as far as Pharaohs go). 

THIS Pharaoh, as it happens, fortuitously continued the serendipitous tradition of making a durable record of the events of his time in a manner that would (it was naively hoped) be CRYSTAL clear to the presumed unending chain of forthcoming future Pharaohs. Writing was a serious business back then, it was treated with more respect.

It is plainly suggested that he made (or had made) the following recording, inked deeply into the rough surface of one stunning sheet of startling, if lost, papyrus! The reported translation of the stylized figures in these curious hieroglyphics follows:

In the year 22, the third month of the winter, in the sixth hour of the day, the scribes of the house of life found that it was a circle of fire that was coming in the sky . . . its body was one rod long by one rod large. It had no voice, and the scribes so advise the King. Some days pass, and lo, they are more numerous than ever. They are shining brighter than the sun in the sky. The army of the Pharaoh looks on with Him in their midst. It was after a respite that the circles flew up higher and disappeared to the south. It was a marvel never occurred since in this land.

Other accounts of this intriguing document talk about a strange "stink" that the "fire rings" make in the air as they dash around (foreshadowing Flatwoods?), and further describe the Pharaoh as futilely chasing the dazzling circles from below in his horse-driven war chariot, slinging pathetically ineffective bolts at them as the fire circles darted effortlessly past. 

Perhaps exhausted, finally, from their seemingly ignored exertions, the sweating Pharaoh and his fearful men stand at last looking up at the indifferent saucers with their mouths hanging open, effected by equal amounts of enchanted wonder and abject terror. Such is reported so.

In a sidebar, one could speculate that the personal stock of this apparently fearless Pharaoh went WAY up with his relieved troops at the no harm conclusion of the terrifying, albeit one-sided, exchange. They could ALL call themselves very brave that day, and, this writer submits, likely did.

Returning abruptly to the mysterious document suggesting this astonishing occurrence, this writer questions what truly underlies the social mechanism USED to preclude a document, of this enigmatic type, from being brought to light immediately and with all deliberate speed! What hides in the shadows of that ridicule permeating the interested discussion of such a document, and the larger reality that it heralds? Much likely hides in that ponderous ignorance we continue to consciously assume like a smothering cloak, to our peril.

Consider some idle if reasoned speculations. Father Alberto Tulli was a man who did not want to be laughed at. Father Alberto Tulli was a man who did not want to compromise or contradict the untested faith, assumed fidelity, and convenient sensibility of his order and its institution. Father Alberto Tulli was a man willing to stuff an oddly smoking gun into an out-of-the-way drawer to further postpone, perhaps, humanity's rendezvous with its more secular destiny? 

Father Alberto Tulli was a... coward (yes) in the most regrettable sense of the word, was not motivated by adherence to any strict (otherwise fawned over) scientific method, and was a mere stooge for an outdated, probably criminal (certainly unethical), and decidedly back-stepping world view? Yes. 

This writer knows that he would be judged in a similar fashion upon committing the so described, or some analogous offense. What's gravy for the goose, and all that... this writer appreciates consistency only because TRUST can sometimes be born of it.

This writer challenges, with outrage, that "smoking guns" remaining hidden, and ACCUSES the owners of these drawers (into which these smoking guns are so smugly ensconced) of the aforementioned regrettable cowardice. J'accuse!

With fervent anticipation, this writer envisions a time when we will, collectively at least, more typify the courageously advancing and forthcoming seeker over the cowardly retreating and obfuscating shirker. The seeker—the one willing to run that gamut of wounding negativists to touch the truth on her shining face. The shirker, of course, is described everywhere else in this essay.

Concluding, this writer asks WHEN (and even if!) we might all ever learn to laugh at the laughter we SHOULD be laughing at! That brand of laughter alluded to is identified as toxic and that which comes from the one with substantially less COURAGE than the one PROVIDING the mal-alleged amusement. It is the laughter born of a whistle past a graveyard. It is the laughter born of those unable to face the selfish fears of their own convenient manufacture.  Turgid and turbid and not a little rabid.

Additionally, this writer wonders when we might begin to compromise and contradict that which deserves compromise and contradiction—even bite the feeding hand which offends so deeply and egregiously that it CALLS OUT to be bitten?  How much social infidelity and inconsistency are a rank and file expected to bear?

Some see evidence of the beginning of that furtive hand gnawing, a coming revolution, and assuming the patented Dan Quayle deer-stunned-by-headlights "look" on complacent faces—pretend they don't know why or how.  ...But they DO know, we all do, of course, know why and how.  

Those answers don't have to be searched for, reader; they have but to be faced!  How much is a betrayed and abused rank and file expected to endure from their own officiality, anyway?

Somebody knows.

Read on.
Posted by Alfred Lehmberg at 13:49 1 comments

Thursday, August 26, 2021

Autonomous Is Therefore Free 


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...What we'd have is time to think, 
to puzzle at, or ponder... 
on the workings of reality—
its vastness, scope, and wonder! 
We'd pay the freight (or one's fair share!) 
to lever up what rocks are there...
We'd know what's hidden deep inside 
our monumental pile of pride! 
.
Too much *stuff* is hid away: 
the taxes that the rich won't pay, 
the saucers flying high in skies, 
the black-ops of psychotic scribes. 
 Cozened by an *earnest* evil—
tormented by its pins and needles—
bred respect-less in our billions, 
 used like grease or servile minions... 
...we who'd follow on the heels 
of those who make what's real... surreal!
.
Those who shall not care "who pays," 
as they "enjoy" psychotic days! 
He (less she!) to make us shriek... 
encourage us, then, not to speak... 
of that which then must truly dare us, 
or just terrify, spin... but scare us...
.

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...This glad ablation kills our spirit!  
We're close to meltdown—
something near it!  
We won't listen to the wind; 
we shan't see what signs portend. 
We're so close to what renews us, 
less respect from what's contused us—
almost there, we breathe upon it, 
yet we must let that go? Be honest!
.
We're harried by mad Gods, not Devils, 
bamboozled by their priests and heralds. 
Most that's "preached"? Division—hatred! 
The least (if most)? The "chosen" hated!
.
Those who work to heat our water... 
washing rocks and forcing laughter, 
languish as the disrespected, 
bereft of choice and spurned—neglected. 
Poisoned and then, yes, infected... 
as glad toxins, we're rejected, 
a wasting of humanity. 
Viral vectors, memes like fleas...
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Confined again by *old* disease, 
we cower on old callused knees! 
...Attention drawn to *hallowed* ground?  
We miss the saucers most profound!
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...And blinded by our jealous culture—
"made to order" raptors... ...vultures—
wishing to reward the few 
their lack of vision, depth, or view! 
...humans aping hapless lots, 
so unaware of what they've got... 
pacing to their shallow graves, 
while hoping for some "bone" of praise.
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Then we get a brand new car (!), 
forget, somehow, exploding stars—
forget that real comets spring 
to smash our Earth when next they swing. 
Forgetting saucers fly our skies, 
though still, they fly I would advise, 
we pander to invented Gods 
made jealous by their heralds' cause... 
to keep themselves in unjust power—
safe behind rich walls and towers!
.
These, the folks who *killed* John Ford 
(at least as good as!)—scabrous lords! 
 These remaining un-elected, 
these unseen, so undetected. 
These producing shadowed blight, 
these who would preclude our SIGHT—
these who make our schools expensive, 
prohibitive, or bland—litigious. 
These performing "planet sodomy" 
with all pretension, grace—abominably! 
These who sell us out for dollars—
growing rich by fueling squalor!
.
THESE are who we should decry, 
and disrespect ... abhor—despise!
.
These, true devils—they confine us; 
their priests and judges starve and blind us! 
 Yes, I'd try to do without 
the *God* Newt Gingrich mewls about; 
I'd trust the future, what it brings! 
When "dams" do "burst"? Potential springs!
.
I'd confirm that we're endangered—
kept from goals by scowling strangers ... 
taking us from higher places 
that we shan't find in rein or traces!
.
There is where I'd romp and wander, 
test my faith, consider—ponder. 
This is where I'd rather be! 
 Autonomous and off my knees!
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Autonomous Is Therefore Free!


I realize there has to be a "cooperation," or store-bought socks don't get in the sock drawer and food larders go scarily unfilled. Though, when that cooperation is presuming, presuming at the dire expense of the individual person, eventually (everything's eventual)? 

That revered and ever esteemed *team* or corporation will suffer most egregiously for it! It will dissolve, disintegrate, deteriorate—break, in one characteristic word. "Chains" of limited strength... Think not?

Sock drawers and food larders contents dwindle. See, I offer that the quality of a team is DEFINED by the quality of the individuals composing that team! The quality of links defines the quality of the chains composing it. 

That a classic no-brainer, eh? One has heard the old saw regarding the chain's strength and that single link. The individual, one can see: a link of any chain... remains critically key it would seem obvious!

Consider, reader, the "teams" that a collection of autonomously powerful individuals must, undeniably, make! Consider before you tell me there is no "I" in "team." Without the "I" in "team"? You don't have a team! You have a limited, lack-luster, and unimaginative—entirely predictable and spiritless drone—a conscienceless machine! 

The chain's an aggregate strength, sure. Of course, or what would be the point? Remains, there has to be something "in it" for the link! "Not breaking" is not enough! A sincere consciousness must command a certain respect and an appreciation for that respect!

Moreover, autonomous people have time to think on their own! This is of course, exactly what *they* don't want us to have—time to think. When one thinks, the eldritch, hoary, if illuminating, light comes up ... can't have that! Only, I suspect we are better served AS a humanity by that eldritch illuminating lux Mysterio... what presents from revealed shadows...

Moreover, the aspiring brave, climbing their own Maslowian peaks, can have it no other way.

Case in point:

At around 13:00 CST on the first of March one year not long ago, a little piece of reality obliterating "anti-matter" made contact with Enterprise, Alabama, a still growing and productive little American town in the southeast of the state. My town, at the time.

As the expected result of a quantity of this meteorological "antimatter" coming in contact with any amount of regular "matter," there was an inclusive annihilation of the matter contacted. There was complete destruction. There was obliteration. There was much death. Homes were destroyed for the rest. Quality of life corrupted or negatively affected for those remaining... not 500 meters from my OWN home.

The aggregate devastation was, in fact, complete enough for crass Republican opportunist George W. Bush, the President at the time, that walking personification for disqualifying any vestige of the myth of "white supremacy," to descend upon us, uselessly, in a junket costing many millions... so fruitlessly grubbing for a political capital all but entirely lost to him late in a failing Presidency...

He would fly over in a fleet of pricey helicopters while we cleaned up below. I loudly reminded everyone around me similarly toiling that he probably thought he was looking at "Katrina's" Louisiana. There was no dissension to my observation, no protest... only laughter. 

Verily, a metaphoric "Disaster Area" over-flew the actual disaster below, and everyone seemed to sense it. See, real people could use the money spent on Bush's wholly empty and self-interested gesture to rebuild their lives.

The point is that a 'team' of human beings rallied and continues to rally in the face of this calamity. Thousands of friends and other strangers had banded together in the fellowship of the assaulted, the obligatory hapless who will be shortchanged by their insurance companies, governments, or other soulless corporate bodies... singled out for special high-intensity terror only *God* can provide! They are the 99%. We even named our confederacy: it was called Tradijinae.

Individuals were forgetting personal concerns for a time and supporting shell-shocked neighbors they were not even speaking to previously. True giving and self-sacrifice by single persons empowered to give and sacrifice. Truly, and tragically, we are individually at our best when things are at their worst. Read on.

Tell me there is no "I" in team!




Restore John Ford!
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Thursday, August 12, 2021

A Missive To Myself

 


A Missive To Myself

By Alfred Lehmberg


"We will have a liberal democracy, 
or we will return to the Dark Ages." 
--Franklin Roosevelt, 1940


FDR  knew. We live in a tinderbox world of dire—even fearful—propensities. The only relief we can achieve from same is that which we make up of ourselves, for ourselves, and by ourselves. Failing to trust "God" enough is our too meager excuse for failure. It's ALL on us. God doesn't seem to enter in except where we invent him to do just that. The latest incarnation wears orange face paint.

Verily, by way of the science of same, we create our own reality in the conscious observation of it! "Wish" hard enough, friends and entities lurking, even if over centuries (faster all the time!), and it is so! You observe an example of this currently on your device, now, as existential proof of that! Think what else could be imagined when it doesn't HAVE to be bad and materialized from hatred! Choice.

The reader can see how this might work. The reader, one must understand, is an individual, and, arriving at the individual, where we MUST arrive, we find that the individual is key! 

We individuals always were. See, there are no teams of any quality without the individuals making them up. Synergy only happens when there is a "there," there!

Billions are feloniously spent manipulating the feelings and sensibilities of the individual... you, good reader! It is largely successful, unfortunately, but forewarned can be forearmed. The reader will endure. 

You always have. Always!

Now, everyone is the center of their own universe, by default! Trouble is, "reality" is a universe of many ~many~ centers, known and unknown. And, that's a good thing. Really. We wouldn't want it any other way, believe me. 

The antithesis is an abject and unconstructive boredom prone to rot and toxicity... decadence and constructive spirit's dearth! There must ever be a dark that we shine light into, and only marvel that our brightening light exposes even greater shadow.

The dark antithesis of this necessary and productive diversity preferred above (and a dark antithesis recently attempted in reality) is a "rule by authoritarian force," outside the rule of sensible law: an autocratic convenience for a very small minority, that and a giddily abandoned due process for the rest of us—a theocratic hypocrisy, one's ironically faithless authoritarianism, and a cruel return to the horrific pre-renaissance "Dark Ages," as FDR, upon whose shoulders we stand, forewarned! 

This was a dark, dark time, of course, where, just like now astonishingly (remembering an orange scourge still infective this moment!), even the first-tier Kings couldn't read! "Stupid" had its run THEN, too!

What can the individual do, then, against a hijacked society imposed against him or, and especially, her? She of the resolutely legislated genitals, one is reminded, and by old old white men. The answer is simple to express even if difficult to execute. Ready to hear it? Here it comes...

Gylany... you may have to look that up. You really need to do that... do it right now! I'll wait!

...In other words? Enthusiastically embrace an enlightenment at the ready expense of your ignorance! That's it. Hard, if glib, but it does get easier to do as you go along. Sincerely. 

See, we seek our own questions though the answers offend us, shock us, or shame us. The writer does not have that backward. 

In the first place, it's not always offense, shock, and shame. In the second, there are, and many, many times... joys beyond the shame admitted, satisfactions beyond the shock best endured, and fellowships, good readers, beyond the offense, an offense no longer perceived as an offense. See, that was a choice, too. We've digressed.

In a nutshell, if one feels a certain way about something? For one's God of choice's sake, be able to explain OR JUSTIFY why one feels that way! Readily entertain discussion contrary to the way one "feels," to test it... work passionately to dissolve one's needless and corrosive ignorance, dissolving itself to a fulsome stupid... or shut, the fuq, up!

The expletive was justified. Let's move on. 

No one else should be required to validate ~your~ faith, justify ~your~ belief system, or pay with their lives, liberties, or gainful employments for ~your~ excluding and exclusive world views... especially if you can't competently argue, remotely justify, or in any way qualify your prosecution of them! One's hypocrisy must become risible; it seems inexorably true... let's all have a laugh and move on.

Yet, you gloat pompously (if you do), acting as described (without meaningful justification), as you needlessly create your own enemies for your corrosive efforts! Acting thus, you have created me, in fact, and this is among a multitude of much more significant others. Verily! Be damned. 

Get thee from the skin of the sensible world. You're not an asset to humanity. You are its toxic debit!

How does one become informed enough to be able to explain why they feel the way they feel? Ready? Here it comes!

Ask questions you know you don't want the answers to! That's frost for a short and curly! It gets no simpler than that!

Yeah—I know... The short answer just cattle-prods more questions. What! Where! When! Why! ...And all too often, How! But that's the point, right? That's the f'n point! That expletive was justified, too. 

This writer, by way of example, explored his own racism, his antisemitism, his misogyny, and his homophobia. He found he had dodgy ideas with no sane support in a research of primary histories... you know, histories where it is discovered that Columbus was a full-on monster, Jackie-O was a meth fiend, Vietnam was an entirely and tragically needless racist debacle beyond mere mistake, Critical Race Theory is well supported and... 

I was offended. I was shocked. I was ashamed. Too? There were the mitigations of joy, satisfaction, and fellowship alluded to earlier beyond what was found to be tragically false.  

Who, what, where, how, and why are weaponized in a world where Ronald Reagan makes it entirely possible to lie on public airwaves sans all consequence... but profit... still, there are very valid justified questions... even in Reagan's world, a world so weaponized unfortunately with mechanisms maneuvering you, honored clever reader, into the cruel cold claws of the tyrannous and psychopathic monsters plaguing us all today. Gaslighting (and evil, no hyperbole!) billionaires, to cut to the chase.


It is by malicious design, presently, that one has to work multiple jobs in an increasingly irrelevant economy with no health care and even at a subsistence level... a person "distracted," perhaps, so they don't have ~time~ to stop for a prudent "Hey! Wait a minute!" or even a cleansing breath... a meaningful pause... some respite! Some relief and an earned satisfaction's ease! 

Prosperity Christian "Charity" finds too many "reasons," read "psychopathic rationalizations," to step up in a way not quid pro quo! It just doesn't have to be this way. "Live our way... believe what we believe, or suffer..." is a festering an ill-chosen option for existence. Respect, reader, only what respects you!

It is by craft's design that our psychosis spews from television, that hatred rules the airwaves, and that the "bothsiderist" loathing oozes from mainstream print, portrait, and motion picture. Thank Ronnie. 

It's all about manipulating ~you~, good reader, assaulting ~already~ bruised sensibilities with "Dr. Suess" distortions and "Mr. Potato-head" distractions and "wars on Christmas"—"men are men and women know it" confabulations... phony "culture conflict wedge issues" because they offer NOTHING... nothing of efficacious substance, anyway, so the reader won't have ~time~ to be reminded about unending war and planet death and suffocating overpopulation... slave's wages and kids in cages... all in a horrifying list that just goes on and on and on... 

We won't go there, now, even understanding it's the "not going there" defining the tragedy... Still, we won't digress!

Back at the ranch, an answer to the previously posed questions is the point of this essay. You need an inventive springboard, good reader, a trampoline's bounce into raw thinking and information that is diverse (our cultural savior!), inclusive (of needs and for cause!), and widely focused (because we are of, by, and for!)! 

...From UFOs to hate crime and through crypto-archeology and currency to progressive politics... honest regard and rejection of regressive politics (supremacies be damned!)... there should be no boundaries and fewer filters. Raw veggies are ~always~ better than processed ones. Eclectic!

...Sure, I'll digress for the purist. There are some necessary boundaries and filters. We're opposed, for instance and example, to drugs turning a person into a cockroach and we don't fuck our kids. With regard to drugs, Consciousness must make aspiration... and it is not to be discouraged of that aspiration (we sin where we do), and the kids? The kids can make no informed consent to that physical association. That's the tall, short. 

A sentient person knows what boundaries and filters apply and where they are, of needs, implemented. We need say no more as regards filters and boundaries.

Who, back on the track, would have been an excellent example of this exploration to which we would allude? Of course, the personification of this essay. A gylanic ideal personified. Who would have been an efficacious springboard, and of whom from one... has one... likely never heard? ...An individual! Tet's put a light on her.

To wit: Who was this musically named Miriam Andujar (pronounced Ann'-doo-har)? A gentlelady... to start. An inner radiance trying to make efficacy in a world of tooth and claw.  Bario born... education would be the ticket out... and productively back... good reader.

Miriam Andujar is defined then as an assiduously educated and progressive woman of grace, intelligence, and courage. She is on the blame-line for having produced just such a cyber-springboard alluded to above, earlier this century... right after 9/11! 

Once spanning "worldwiderenaissance (sic)" dots COM, ORG, and NET, Ms. Andujar aspired to provide a wealth of new outlooks, fresh outreaches, and novel approaches which inspired while they informed, gladdened while they satisfied, and compelled as much as they inspired one's existential and corporeal reality... that, or indicated useful tools for same. Her sincerity becomes as quickly noticeable as the flowers were once worn unabashedly in her hair.

In its own class, it was to be an eclectic site, as foreshadowed. It was to be charmingly organized, inordinately objective, completely constructive, and wildly comprehensive. It was to be entirely flexible, wholly acceptable, plainly specific, and decidedly thoughtful. It was to encompass a wealth of progressive, people-loving, and humanistic conduits to 21st Century information venues, and it remained optimistic for all its criticality of a corrupt status quo. It wanted to call a spade a spade. Not caring where credit went, an efficacious egolessness was aspired to and diligently sought. It wanted to make better choices.

World-Wide-Renaissance was to be the WEB embodiment of the Internet-driven 'new' renaissance still bursting into less constructive flame as we speak! It was to be worthy of a spot in every progressive person's Favorites folder, without doubt, and to be sure... a magnet for it.

WorldWideRenaissance believed that it is the people, ourselves, who would be the engineers of our salvation; persons listening to one another and respecting one another as the cure to what ails us... not jealous institution, conflicted government, or faithless agency. It is as rich as Christmas cake and as relevant as air. It is about people of, by, and for themselves.

People aren't prone to hatred... it's a learned behavior. Love seems the goto, so it's the hatred that must be practiced and facilitated to germinate and grow, the lie eclipsing a truth. This is why hatred is a lie and love is truth. Reality is chosen by the observer as has been pointed out, and we could choose better. Miriam Andujar was a person to help reveal some of these better choices.

Closing, we give the memory of that initiative a look only because we want to be able to provide some citation for our feelings regarding the aspiration to same. We give it a look only because we're confused about the hateful theocratic direction that our Nation seems to be taking—the autocracy it would perilously embrace. We give it a look only because we want to take an individual hand in defining our own perceived, if more efficacious, realities. But, we give it a look. It could change lives, and the lives of those around us... in a productively efficacious way. 

It's about gylany... aforementioned. The admonition to look that up is not an empty admonition. Engage that engine and we are saved. Us, the planet—the whole proverbial wax ball! Choose.


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