Saturday, December 20, 2014

Ink And Stone... ...Part I


I don't "believe" in UFO's, and I'm not splitting hairs, but *something* haunts the skies above, and shames us well down here.
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...And not just now, but way back *when*... when flight was just a dream. Yes, well before the pyramids that began it all, it seems...
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...Back before we sailed our seas we prayed to brutal gods—gods as thick as errant fleas who gave their *needed* nod. Back before... when just a few, we wandered plains in bands askew, and we were almost innocent then... ...an uncorrupted kith and kin.
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Back before we wrote in books? We scratched cave walls with paint and soot, and we recorded saucers, flying—scaring the observers spying!—pulsing inner lights in waves that we, then, chipped in stone, OK?
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Kings of fearful ancient times would see them hover there, and scurry to their *high* priests, their witchdoctors, and sayers.
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Pharaohs of old Egypt ran, but raised up armies who would stand in fearful awe of flying craft which, silent —days long!— flew on passed! They could, even, smell strange odors—acrid smelling alien motors!
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This was taken down—though hidden—by a man of staid *religion*, though the papyrus is real and good translation's solid seal. I say this and forget the Bible—how all its stories make it libel as a record of abduction, UFO's and piqued destruction!
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...Consider Alexander as he strides his *conquered* planet, as he crosses raging rivers to secure some grip upon it. His elephants and horses and, yes, most of all his men were panicked by two UFO's that dove upon them, friend! These drove them from their crossing—why?—these craft that sailed air; they flew like massive birds of prey who owned the sky up there!

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Described as silver shields spitting fire to the ground, they danced and burned and threatened, but they did not make a sound.  Squealing like Ned Beatty, and (yes!) scared beyond his wits, Alexander *wrote* it down, perforce, so we'd remember it!
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...And sober (pre-Christ) Romans were observers, then, as well. Of skies, well nigh, INFESTED are the tales they would tell. Spectacles of "fleets of ships" would course through troubled skies, they'd wrote it down as point of fact, and not as *charming* lies.

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They would HEAR terrific noises, and the "sky would turn to gold"! Men and women trembled like they all had gotten cold! Globes of fire fell to Earth and landed on the ground!! Taking off, they'd go straight up and flash their lights profound. Described as "brighter than the sun," these terrified plain folks —who'd run!— to hapless priests or scared officials! They'd write it down, and sign initials. Pliny wrote of burning shields that danced across his eyes, annealed!
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Others wrote of missiles, then, which cleaved and soared their skies, good friend!  These were not a science fiction.  These were truths of explication!
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The birth of Christ won't "cure the air" of errant flying craft, no Sir!  Josephus wrote of phantom ships, and no one thinks he's daft. He's pips! Respected as a scholar, and revered as circumspect, he wrote of flying chariots, and of beings WITHIN them yet! He wrote of armies of them that would course their way through clouds! He wrote "surrounded cities" so there really is no doubt. He wrote that all this happened in fullest light of day
he wrote of frightened peoples who went down on knees to pray!
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This wasn't errant fiction, but was well beyond his scope. He wrote it as he saw it. All agree that he's no dope!
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The Byzantine were not immune to unknown *flying* craft, of course: they wrote of ships called brilliant, more like "burning globes"—it's sourced! These hovered over cities (!), and presented beam-like swords 
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Nobles watched the pagans as the dark age was to end, and "reddish brown in color" flying saucers flew again! They hovered over churches, and they scared the people blind who ran in "bugged" confusion from their castles if inside. They had never seen the like! They cowered in their awe! They survived and wrote it down. It sticks, now (!), in our craw!
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...And what is seminal history, but Saint Gregory of Tours who reported on one Alcuin, a biographer of stars. Charlemagne's assaulted by a light-fast glowing globe! It flickers inexplicably like a psychedelic strobe! It's so damned strange it spooks his horse, which rears in the attack! Charlemagne, in armor, is then thrown right off its back! This injures him severely; he's dead in four more years, and kingdoms fall to ruin as the Vikings bring their "cheer"...
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The Japanese saw their fair share and so shall not be excluded. Yoritsumi saw his "flying lights" and so here will be included. Yoritsumi was a general with his army in the field, saw the saucers looping circles in the sky like hurled shields. They swung all night to morning light and then some hours still, so he, then, asked his *wise* men... who would shuck their jive and shill,
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"Be unconcerned, most gracious lord. Let smiles adjourn your frown — it's a typhoon, heaving mightily, to blow the stars around."
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This takes us from — "way back" BC . . . to about the thirteenth century! There's more to say another day —eight hundred years of saucers— hey!
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Forgetting tablets Sitchin translates, UFO's remain debated. History's a smoking gun that people did not write for *fun*. It was, then, too damned expensive; they only wrote what *common sense* was!
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Written in the words they had in concepts they could understand, they wrote that we are not alone. They wrote that down in ink and stone!


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Part II
Part III
Part IV


No. I don't believe in UFO's. I believe UFO's. The difference is NOT that subtle. 

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