Sunday, December 27, 2009

Six Facets Of Preponderance

The sky reflects a lot of 'time' as measured presently. The 'space' is... unimaginable, beyond infinity... ! These are dwarfed by 'surfaces': places where we'd stand if we had imagination... were less facile—in command.

The question's begged who's there right now... and peering back at Earth! Consider plans to visit same... There is, I'd bet, no dearth. See, Drake's equation says they "are", and Fermi says they "will"... ...the evidence of UFOs enjoys denial, still.

Drake's equation says they 'are', in figures sans a lie. The numbers are conclusive, mirrored thoughtfulness, is why.

To the "angle of that dangle," add the square of Drake's potential, and smartly find, besides ourselves? The more than insubstantial!

Yes, we have, indeed, their photograph, we've raked their thousand traces, and some have looked upon them to behold non-human faces...

Now, Fermi says they 'will', of course! If they are 'there', they do so. If there, they have prerogatives we cannot guess or even know. But "they're not here 'cause we're not there" is not a valid answer...if "they were here, we'd know it," was Fermi's "tiny dancer."

Still, we'd vilify their fantasy, a homocentric dream, that they alone inhabit space... their arrogance supreme? Their hubris—bloated 'schism—is provoked by errant men who prosecute too passionately... ...what only profits them! These men are not concerned with 'truth', have abdicated 'trust', and shortchange those beneath them, then, with 'promises' of dust!

Evidentiary ufology is enormous and well vetted, but folks have lost home, love, and lives... while chasing their "detected." ...And hows that work, this travesty: to punish good behavior, reward instead its opposite, a point gone non-belabored...

Photographic physicality, it's passed time's acid test! History is larded with accounts not made in jest. Artists have recorded what ...'real people'... heard and saw... and they wrote in ink on parchment or in soot on cave-home walls.

I myself have seen such things as other pilots see... regarded them unflinchingly and not from bended knee.  One must, of needs, be true to self, or risk a cruel despair.  One must report the truth they've known: achieve their croix de guerre!

Six facets of an evidence borne out in guts some had... to qualify existence and to keep from going mad... Six facets of reality that some of needs deny, and this is proof that these are fools who might be vilified.

Six facets of preponderance... a glimmer of the deep... these shock the sensibilities of those not yet asleep. Six facets of near certainty foretell important news; that we are not, have never been, "alone"! Be disabused!

UFOs. Yes, the quality anecdotal evidence, compounded with the vetted photographic evidence, and then added to the documented historical evidence... every indication that a ufological contention regarding that phenomena must be more real than not... Yet, we tarry, mope, twitter, and futz.
Moreover, when the preceding is framed by the serious artistic evidence, qualified by the available physical evidence, and then compellingly buttressed by any conclusively personal evidence —if you have some... I do... thousands have— I can only be annoyingly astonished by the continued reluctance of some to face the highly strange music that just cannot be forever marginalized...
A seventh category is considered concerning a mathematical addition suggested by the Drake Equation but fleshed out by Amir D. Aczel (PhD) in his Probability One.  Simply put, the odds that we are not alone in the universe are so close to 100% that there is one chance in one that such is so. Certainty.
McKenna, Vallee, Strassman, and Hancock et sig al are quite clear that *Others* truly abound... without regard to where or how they manifested themselves and not for the reader's convenience. We're not alone in our little hubristic closets of that cultural squalidness—closets regarded as secret and unobserved. Ha!  These conjectured others are appalled witnesses as we socially defecate in our societal beds and push it down with our classless feet. Disabuse your nose of its less than valid elevation, eh? We are not alone. The suggestion is ludicrous. Can't that be seen?
Feel the acceleration?
Lightspeed and singularity of hyperspace around the end of 2012, friends and neighbors. Perchance to soar and cleave beyond the parameters of a mere dream... Don't fret that 2012 could come and go without a visit from hyperspace elves, the asymptotic curves remain to be what they are and a piercing of the existential veil seems imminent, still.
That's not entirely from the aggregate "woo-woo," eh? That's the feeling of the high-domes and prop-heads of a jealous mainstream *academentia* (sic), fellow droobers... and so this writer's considered suspicion.

 Buckle-up, fellow travellers!  All vetted measurements of rational prognostication are straight up and asymptotic as alluded to!  Medicine, technology, going small, and looking large are masses becoming infinite! The hyperspace gates swing open to, well, "infinity and beyond" if you'll pardon a prescient Buzz Lightyear—doesn't make it any less descriptive, but... don't take my word for it.

...Read on.