Sunday, July 20, 2014

Fringe Forthcoming


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There is such duplicity in much that I survey or see, as I review this thing we're in that charms and beckons, called: the "fringe."  Remains: reminds us what we are, dusty motes... exploded stars... or a piece of what's perceived as we perceive we're off our knees.  Most deny this grand expanse—confine themselves with eye askance.  Yet, all must sense how close they are as they perceive those "restless" stars.
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These traipse the sky while you are watching.  Might these portend a change forthcoming!
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It's alluring, this attraction; it teases, hinting satisfaction. Yes, interest drawn upon the 'fringe' is what provides improvement's swinge!  Cleaner power... transportation, medicine sans perturbation. ...Longer lives and better too, perspicacious, smart, and true.  We would be the gods we'd mind, an efficacious humankind...
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See? It's that which keeps "researchers" going—pressing forward—loathing slowing!  Too, on the track of fresher game than what's allowed by those we "name."  These are scabrous skeptibunkies: Nickell, Nye, or Shermer's flunkies. Plait, McGaga, Robert Sheaffer, Oberg, Posner... science Quakers.
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These at best? Reflexive skeptics! Something less than, say, reflective! ...At worst they are an evil scourge and typify a coward's purge!  By no means are they "scientific; what they are is scientistic. They produce profuse appraisals regards what's unexamined!  Facile!  See, science is as science does; the fruit's produced!  Well, always t'was.
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...Still, most would be the first to share... some "new stone tablets" promised there... where "beings" at last appear from space—though, not our ilk nor from our place!
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Who would chose to not be named, remembered long, revered in fame—to make "first" contact with a being from somewhere else... a fame not fleeting!  What it does is change all things, and some of that is what change brings: strife and upset, sturm and drang, rent's past due... the fat gal sang.  Though, there's of course the flip-side too: a vaster life for me and you.
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More than diamonds or mere gold (but translates neatly, I've been told) FAME is what's desired, friend, but draws the worst from lesser men. It will make some lie and steal or cheat their fellows from what's real, or cripple them in other ways... to "load their dice" so "lose their way."
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The "best," at best, must lose conviction... or covet data in restriction. The worst will take the CSICOP's stand: proclaim denial—out of hand!  It remains that people see, between their houses—over trees—that which comes to folks at night!  ...Not causing terror, panic—fright, but only as they've not been told what we have known since times of old!  That is where the fear comes from; that misdirection makes us dumb.
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Misdirection works AGAINST—repairs denial's crumbling fence!  They hoard the data or deny it... and what 'remains' is then derided! The "mainstream" works against disclosure, but gives the "loony" his exposure, along with 'experts' who then shill their standard skeptibunky swill.
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...There's a "syndrome" I've uncovered, an incubated CSICOP cover. It promotes what people see as "misinformed insanity"! Folks are "crazy," "misdirected," or "bilked" by cheats and thieves "detected"!  Even though that's largely true?  ...There's more to Earth and Heaven, too!
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These COPs deny vast "space" and "time," the "odds", "reports"—and all my rhyme—to seal themselves within that "bottle" proposed by [errant] Aristotle!  See, there is more than these allow, and more enriched by Plato, how?  ...We know we don't perceive Jack's spit.  We think we do?
We're full of it.  No, what exists be'twixt the spaces we don't know are there?  ...Evasive?  ...Not if that's what Physics says! If they don't I'll eat my fez.
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There is such duplicity that we allow like some disease to limit courage and resolve, and from then which... we'd be absolved!  Some will use this as they please to keep a 'rival' on her knees; some will use it as a ploy to 'own' the data they'd destroy. All will suffer for these few who profit to betray the truth...
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Yeah—all sides err, it's plain as day, so trust is hard and most refrain, but play into the hands of those... who ape that king without his clothes!  Reach for what you will my friend... ...or what's a heaven for?  Unbend!
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What is to be done with this, this errant thing we know exists, this travesty and sad affair that we endure and know is there.  ...This cover-up, conspiracy, dissatisfaction's misery.  ...What's a cure we could employ to force disclosure we'd enjoin!
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...And, if we wanted stark RESULTS, it's Daniel Sheehan we'd consult!  Turn him loose with some odd millions, quaking in their boots, the villains...  He would slice the snarled knot of paranormal "what you got" as he has proved against all odds; it's folks like him should get our nod!
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Too, that's just why he's been ignored, and corner-shot, with Greer deplored because in court he stalks the beast so soundly beaten ...say the least! Why, he convicted Ollie North and Silkwood's murder in due course. He produced at Wounded Knee a splendid native victory. He defended "Dr. Mack" who put "abduction" on the map, and he would do no less for 'us'! He would succeed, or try, I trust!
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See, this is where we hugely err because dismissed are those who dare! Anyone who'd walk "high noon" is shown the door, dismissed a loon, and kept below the "radar" used to see our way passed its abuse. Assigned a "margin" they don't earn, it is from these that we might learn!  ...And that's too much damned irony for folks aspiring off their knees.  Consciousness is not regarded, it's dumbed-down and then made retarded.



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The "Mothman Futility Syndrome" behavior is the contrived—so near inevitable—defeat, ruin, and despair visited upon that individual who invariably fails to get to the bottom of (or provide "adequate" explanation for) a paranormal experience manifesting itself to him or her... and which, by reason of it actually being embedded so deeply into the existential and corporeal, that person cannot ignore.
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It is NOT self-caused. It is a cruel imposition by shiftless, if advantaged, cowards!  These cowards show no respect for you, reader. Here's how.
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Everyone has heard tales about someone who went over the edge or "off the deep end" chasing UFO's, Bigfoot, or Loch Ness Monster affairs. Some of these persons lose jobs, loved ones, self-respect, and even their lives regarding extant if outré mainstream-derided incidents—proclaimed as "lack-witted paranormal snipe-hunting excursions"—so, allegedly, persons destroyed of their own accord and actions. Remember, I said not self-caused.
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Though, it would appear that these persons drive themselves "crazy" trying to "know the unknowable," or, in other words, chasing "obvious" folly. In the words of one man: making the choice between "not finding out" about "something" and... "...living a normal life."
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Just those two fallacious choices of "either/or" again, but that is what CSI would have one believe, at any rate. The villain in this piece, reader, is not that hard to see.
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...More forthcoming.
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