Justification

Critical Prose & Poetic Commentary regarding UFOs and their astonishing ancillaries, consciousness & conspiracy, plus a proud sufferer of orthorexia nervosa since 2005!

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Don't...




I'm "nasty" with those too contentious, those so gleefully pretentious—those professing "dead-lock nuts" on "truths" which shows they lack some guts! Reality's detracted from, and from the "truthful" they will run—their quick dismissal is their creed. When that is lost? They cease to be!
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Existing of conflated coattails, blown around by moneyed main-sails, these dissolve or melt away those prices "fixed" ...that we must pay. These can't, per se, debate their *critics*, their "grinding axes" lack *specifics*, and they have bastardized *correct*—while prosecuting disrespect.
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These have a special axe to grind to cushion senses they contrive to justify unbrave contentions. See? They won't *see*. They lack dimension.
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Yes!
I -- UFO's have peppered history!
II -- They EXIST!
III -- There IS a mystery!
IV -- Leaping in our skies are flown the enigmatic lights we've KNOWN!
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...But our contentious skeptibunkies, braying, scorning—mocking flunkies... These will hoot, pronounce soft *phacts*, and from the truth, you bet, detract. All, I think, to keep you working, making babies, crying—hurting... ...Still, they're REAL and would upset the "apple cart" ill *owned*, as yet.
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Yes, we'd have the truth; condone it! We've paid for it in blood. We own it!  Were not served, in fact ill-served, to be denied the truths observed.  Had we some "truth," we'd, then, build true... avoid those pitfalls as construed, avoid perhaps, the forecast "planned..."  ...we'd have FOUNDATION, understand?!
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Sceptic! Don't pretend, at all, concern; you will come to live and learn—at issue is the profiteering you enjoy while proudly sneering!
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Don't think that you provide a service. Don't think that you provide for "calm"—be nervous! Don't pretend that fear's deterred in blandishments you purrabsurd!
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Don't presume that you're correct—you've been remiss you would detector, kept your courage as a "guide," made progress, mattered... ...even tried!
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Don't profess the "all-dodge rational," don't contend that you're "professional." Do not think your *earned* degrees have brought you off your "callused knees"! Don't presume to "know the truth" and "sneer" or "gloat—pretend aloof!
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Too, don't you dare to sully Occam!  Your artless pretense: courage "run from"!  You distort beyond the frame a meaning found that Occam's named, distorted to the nth degree: the simplest answer's "best," you see?
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"Don't complicate hypothesis without some need" is confidence, but it remains that "When in need," you complicate that thing, you see?  "Occam" doesn't rule that out!  That's what "Occam's" all about!
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So, one refutes your bland pronouncements; one subsumes your trite announcements. You've betrayed our education—warmed yourself in its ablation. You don't rate a second look. Your fire is "out," and you can't "cook"!
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Look around, you're plainly comic! See beyond the pale—it's cosmic! Consider all the games you play to keep the "real deal" at bay!  Concrescence looms; you're not absolved.  This thing's the THING; we're ALL involved!
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Admit that time and space are one, and both are "endless" (matchless!)—*fun*. Admit it's we who happened here...and "there" if near to what you fear. Space enough for us to *happen*—good or bad, past understandin'...

What can happen, happens plainly, and cannot happen once, insanely. What occurs, occurs again!  "Formality's achieved" my friend! We are not alone, in truth! To think we are: be disabused!  If you believe that we're "alone"? Then, you're a dunce, not Sherlock Holmes.  I would have it more "forthcoming"—so we could "plan," get "well," or something...
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 ...Dismiss this as a nonplussed screed? Still and all it's what you need—CSICOP's dull; sans circumspection. They're at a lightless intersection!
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In the years preceding Christ, a couple past a thousand (thrice?), mere *humans* wrote of "asteroid belts... ...twixt Mars and Jupiter," Sitchin tells! Still, and in this long-gone time, they knew the colors, mass—made rhyme of Neptune and his twin Uranus ... how they knew? We can't explain it.
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The Dogon knew a star they worshiped, Sirius, though twins in worship—two dogs to follow at the heel of he who fought the "bull surreal". ...We couldn't notice double stars, given they're away too far! The Dogon knew that there were two. Now how in hell'd they know that's true?
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...The Sumer knew of Earth's precession! This fuels our justified obsession with enigma they don't cop to, investigate, or drop a nod to! See? ...Some ten-thousand years ago! How'd they know that that was so?
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Embrace denial if it's there; betray our ethics; gape and stare! ...But, don't pretend there's nothing to it! Mere science, by itself, can't do it!
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What we've seen defines new pages; too, we've perceived forbidden ages!  So, we can see the moving finger! Writing on the wall it lingers, pointing out the enigmatic for the not so autocratic. It's bigger than you've given credit. ...This bothers one where one could let it...
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Should it scare you—just a might—...promote some sight with greater light; make you see the bigger picture—grasp that time and space are richer... for the efforts you have made in work you've DONE, for what you've PAID!  You deserve to know some truth, al dente, and so to the tooth, which elevates the spirit's progress on a path providing noblesse!
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Yeah... I know as light comes up... ...the more perceived the shadows got! But that's the future been ordained. We see the shadows! That's our gain! Darkness threatened, grasped and scratched, but from those shadows truth is snatched! Of course more darkness is perceived: the more the light comes up! Concede!
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But we move forward and progress... or die by inches, I protest!
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You deserve a clearer vision. You're betrayed!  They lack concision. Your potential's sapped and weakened... by those who dare to mock or cheapen... that which makes us what we are: self- aware... and made from stars!
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alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net



Sentient and Self-aware Star-Stuff...

First, we were the Jewel in God's crown on an imperfect—if still favored—world at the center of a series of crystal spheres suggested by Aristotle.  ...Cutting edge at the time.

Grudgingly, as time very tediously wound itself out in an all but unnoticed acceleration... we are shunted to a series of planets and bolides third from a massive "coal burning" sun... the center of things still.  Indeed, what could burn hotter than coal!?

Stunningly, the passage of time presents the further removed suggestion that Sol is a star in a galaxy of stars, and that the galaxy is a kind of star itself in an all but infinity of other galaxies.  Humility demands that Centering ourselves in all of this seems, at best, just ludicrous—hubris unearned!  Still, one wonders how we're still not getting it, you know?  We've always had it so wrong.  Smart money says we have it wrong, still.

Recently we *discover* that we are not really even inhabitants of the Milky Way Galaxy, at all... but of some small errant dwarf galaxy idly inhaled by the Milky Way.  See what I mean?

Forgetting this awesome similarity across scale of an evolving sense of being without ... location... I wonder where we are, really?

...Doubt what is doubtable. Believe what is believable. Think what you will.  It's a start.



Restore John Ford!


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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Sans You, Individually Speaking



It's about the individual, and the progress that is made... that pursuit of efficacious satisfaction. See, one goes further than the group, in fact defines a group's pretension given "practices" of mob-think, or "inaction."  It's the Shamanistic pathway of "the cat who walks alone," where few will dare to tread as "edges" glare.  ...Though "edges" are required in pursuit of group survival, so perhaps some small respect might then be shared.
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 ...And in no way will it matter that she suffers for her task, or he greases cosmic gears that tear his eyes. Their art is oft rejected... as it hurdles what most fear... ...but elevates us best... we find in time. They follow different rhythms quite ignoring the indifference that their people have preferred and so conspired...we all but touch the "face of God," but most avoid that "darkness," that from which... any novelty's inspired...
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Still, that satisfaction's missing from the short-sight of our ways as we rape our mother planet for the comforts she can pay. We count on some to point this out from where they're walking lead!  From where they light the darkness, at some peril; we proceed. 
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Shamans suffer ostracism which is sure to come their way (for no good deed can go, perforce, unpunished); they are left to their devises they have made up on their own, and they stay a little lonely, if astonished!  ...And much provides astonishment, new vistas yawn and gape; new ideas stun the senses and the mind!  "Unnerving introspection" actions "strength of will" and more, as the "cosmic riddle" beckons a humility... one finds.
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They only want what's righteous for the spirit's celebration. They want to look beyond the "common pale." They want an "elevation" but they want to know the "price." They want to know the secrets and prevail. They want to know of UFOs, and question small "grey" men—or the "Reptoids," ...big-eyed "Nordics"... ...come what may!  The future is inexorable, and it bears down like a "train"; our Shamans pay the ticket price so we don't miss the "plane"!
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They perform their innovations for the novelty implied. They perform for our advancement, and they shall not be denied...
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...These could let the seeming "space-folk" show us "limits" we were facing... most are foolish if contrived and self-imposed. This *other's* real existence is admitted by the "high-domes," but they won't admit they're "here"; they're indisposed.
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UFO's are REAL friend. You'd see them if you looked—if you pulled the scabrous scales from your eyes! Though to rail at the scales is to suffer, not, your sin, as it's you who's disrespected and deprived.
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The evidence is massive, but it's picked apart by "thugs," and hidden by the "liars, cheats and thieves"... ...by "those we pay to govern" who betray their public trust, so to line "psychotic pockets" with disease!
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It is these who suck the power from the marrow of your bones, as they warp your sensibility to make you think... that we're alone...
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Some would know the truth that *is*—though heaven cracks and falls—or all our staid conventions fall apart!  If the heavens shatter quickly then it GOT its just desserts; it was empty of all meaning from the start!  Too, one shan't dismiss the "faithful's" need: this heaven that they crave, it's a "nail" instabilities require. Though, their faith is turned against them to machines for their control... and in no way of the "spirit" they'd desire.
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It is foolish to presume that we will stay within our "womb," and ignore the deep expanse of time and space! To presume that *they* are here... is common sense of rare refinement, and a steadfast change in course for our whole race! This won't be hammered down to suit mere "skeptibunky clowns"—cretins who won't see beyond their noses... One presumes that path one seeks is quite apart from them, the path that's ever upward has been chosen.
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It's our future way up there which stares from space, and is unblinking! Still, MOST would turn their backs on it, and ape a coward's thinking? 
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...And NO! One shall not waver in their task exposing terror... which has crippled and confined us to this day. And No! One shall not suffer vapid Christians phony "postures" as they scrape us from their shoe; then make us pay!
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 ...And NO, you are no coward! You are bravery unrestricted! You are talent, strength and passion... unconfined! Slipping bonds so binding, unremitting and confining, you might win your freedom's bounty you would find! And changing is the thing, the course to bounty—seeking balance—you deserve for heating water, doing work... See, there IS an "I" in team... (...or no weak "link" defining "chain"!); you're more than mewling servant to some jerk!
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It's your will... that must be turned; it's you who must "buy in."  "...'Not provide' for 'their' support..." is all you do, my friend!  Sans you they cannot profit, see?  Sans you they crash and fall; sans you they're only flailing!  Chance to hear them wail and bawl!  So, NO! You are no shirker, though you'll make a grievance known! It's you who is the shaman! ...It's been YOU, and you alone! 
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alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net


We are "the alone in flight to the alone"... Though, but for you, and your effort: society crumbles slightly or a lot, verily. Consequently?

You deserve an individual respect, reward, and a certain "forthcoming-ness"—for your very valuable labor, intellectual and especially otherwise, and for your functionally virtuous team-building—"forthcoming-ness" that is NOT coming your way. Why valuable?

... Valuable because, in a very real way, your expenditure of energy is bona fide "mind over matter" at the grassroots level! "Stuff gets done in the real world"... when you contribute. Useful stuff gets manufactured—almost out of thin air.  "The man" doesn't make that... YOU do!

Persons 300 years ago would have perceived only magic with regard to the things YOU can do entirely without effort! It occurs to me that Alien technologies could put a nice spin on all that for this conjectured individual: yourself. You're due a little "magic"... More of the "efficacious satisfaction" alluded to is warranted. "Happiness" and the "pursuit of same"... the game!

 Cheaper power, greener manufacturing, an expanded quality of extended life, plus a safe and efficient transportation of advanced propulsion... hither and yon. Especially "yon," eh?

Perceive all this aggregate, sullen, and wholly disrespectful treatment by the system presently "employing" you, otherwise! Are the crippling denials of all these suggested individual empowerments and technological liberties only a ... control mechanism of unethical design... a control mechanism lavishly benefiting the "few"—hijackers of our cultural systems, means and mainstreams—at the expense of the abused "many," and giving those aforementioned systems, means, and mainstreams their power, ironically enough, in the first place!  Where is the fairness?  Show me the respect tendered!  How is this not merely a base tyranny?!

Why don't they respect you? ...Because... and listen close 'cause this is key: ...because then they have to pay you, eh? Moreover, its why they won't do anything about "overpopulation"... ..."overpopulation" provides for more to choose from in an abused and exacerbated mass of hungry persons... those "willing" who'll "do it for less"... (Romney's wet dream)... ...though it is sad 30,000 kids starve to death every day to make this program work...

 I know not what course others may take, mine changes regardless.

Restore John Ford!

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Errol

Errol Bruce-Knapp, of UFO UpDates, Strange Days — Indeed, the Virtually Strange Network... ...and the coiner of the expression &qu...