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Sunday, November 08, 2015

Odd Observation #3

Odd Observation #3
by Alfred Lehmberg

What is it about Sunday?  Angels airily flitting about in pursuit of their heavenly errands?  Ah... mmm... no... Demon's minions or Satan's spawn busily prosecuting their "justified" hatred for God? Uh-uh... yeah. How about UFOs mysteriously engaged in activities all their own and unknowable for that?  Ding!

*BRAVE* positions of mutual exclusion given the vast, vast majority of individuals who don't have a clue what any of these "ideas" are, really.  This writer included.  

But ~I~ saw two "Manifestations of an Indeterminate Type" (MITs?) on a Sunday morning during the routine night watch, and I was neither saved nor was I possessed.  I was transported, mind you, but that's an explainable result of getting a quick (albeit fuzzy) look at the larger reality and not the conflicting realities of pompous predigested pap we get from our corrupt social institutions, churches, and statehouses.  

...But whoa, friends and neighbors... that's a digression too fertile to look at right now.  I don't want to talk about that, and I'll get to my sightings (mere, but eerily performing, NLs) in a moment. But right now I want to talk about HYPNOSIS.

Hypnosis has a strange history shrouded in chicanery, humbuggery, and a little something extra one can't put a finger on. That little something extra is what keeps it around, makes it useful, and justifies a harder look by science...

...Sometimes it works.  Science says so.

One hears the word "hypnosis" and is overcome by images of stage personalities suggesting to people that they can be transformed into barnyard animals, dance a grand ballroom fandango, and be compelled to lose weight or quit smoking... but the program can be more insidious than that...

If two-thirds of the population can be affected by phenomena that science can quantify (if not qualify), it seems to be a ready mechanism for control by manipulative forces and their convenient programming suggestions... autocratic manipulations delivered via a daily sensory bombardment from a very tightly controlled media—newsprint, radio, television, and the internet.  What's the bell to Pavlov's dogs?

An individual buying into the unceasing manipulations of our contrived, distorted, and corrupted mainstream might even take the next step in their own "control" by hypnotizing themselves with self-suggestion!  In effect, rendering themselves incapable of perceiving what is there, plainly, to be perceived, and NOT, conversely, seeing what is not there to be seen... It's all about suggestion, rationalization ("rational lies"), and the prepackaged excuse to avoid any critical thinking...

A true story...

While on active duty many years ago, and before I developed a keen interest in the ufological, I had a barbeque at my home, one evening, with five or six couples and a few obstreperous singles in rowdy attendance.  I was standing away from the noisy group with two other men, one AH-64 (Apache) instructor pilot, and the other a fixed-wing driver who was an Army candidate for the astronaut program. True story, I wish I could remember his name... nice guy.

These were two quality guys. These were persons having to otherwise demonstrate a rare degree of intelligence, competence, and skill in the kick-back mode. 

The sun had just gone down and dusk was washing out to the blackness of an unappreciated, we'll find, starry night... around us a muting party cacaphony. 

There was a lull in our conversation, and one of the men (I can't recall who) looked up and said, "That's odd..." Pointing at the sky with his beer hand, we all looked up to see a 3 by 9 black strip about as wide as a little fingernail held at arm's length and flying diagonally through the air, left tip forward about 45 degrees, no hint of fuselage, nose, or tail! It was very highlighted, black as it was, by the darkening sky.  It looked a little like the obelisk in 2001

As it flew, one of the men remarked that the craft had very peculiar position lights.  These lights were white strobes that ran from "wing"-tip to "wing"-tip, and then back again... additionally there was no evidence of the required red and green (left and right) tip lights... and no flashing anti-collision light... all required equipment, especially the high-density air traffic around Ft. Rucker, Alabama. We watched it, rather stuporously (did I say it was a party) for a few minutes as it traversed.

"Well... it's got to be something..." one of the men said... and, with that, the object was all but forgotten and otherwise erased from our short-term memories. All three of us returned psychologically to the spirited party.  More beer was had by all, and the festivities continued into the usual drunken mini-brawl for which Army aviators USED to be famous...

I didn't remember this occurrence again for almost a decade.  I was reminded of it later only after seeing a similarly baffling object in California subsequent to developing my aforementioned interest in UFOs. 

I would suggest that my two fellow aviators above and I followed the programming hypnosis of "polite" society and ignored a sighting that should have been VERY interesting to two professional military instructor pilots and a candidate astronaut, one would have thought!  We reflexively and very neatly self-hypnotized ourselves with the calming mantra:  "It's got to be something... It's got to be something..."  Meaning, of course, It's got to be something ~prosaic~.  I remember doing it.  At the time it made perfect sense... there were "bigger" (hah!) fish to fry.

So, we were less than interested, and we astonishingly ignored a genuine UFO as a non event—behavior on this end of the time stream that now seems inexplicable to me.  We hypnotized ourselves (followed our social programming) and rejected the unsettling enigmatic for the comforting mundane.  We ignored what our eyes were reporting to us and replaced it with an "accepted" pre-programmed routine.  

We turned our back on the unexplained, likely occurring around us all the time (unseen), and made it fit into what we are trained to find culturally tolerable! Adjusting our cultural blinders, we returned our coward's eyes to the ground. 

What teaches us such cowardice?

I've watched this process of denial (through self-hypnosis) at work twice now.  Another occurrence manifested itself at a rubber-powered model airplane flying meet in Northern California. Dozens of us watched a UFO fly by five times, over a period of a few hours, with fewer and fewer people looking up to watch it fly with each succeeding pass that it queerly made!  ...Tell yourself enough times that "something's" not there?  It's not there!

Recent scientific research gives every indication that science believes the human brain is capable of convincing itself to perceive what is not there to be perceived.  I would suggest that it can also do the inverse of that.  It can also mask what is there to be seen, as plain as a shining day.  We won't pay enough attention to that... given that we have to overcome so much programming from our myopically conflicted and therefore suspect culture, but I hazard the same digression that I walked away from earlier...

 ...We MUST pay new attention, ultimately, if we ever expect to see anything really there, at all. We stumble through our lives with social bags over our heads that we would not tolerate if we had a suspicion regarding that larger reality mentioned earlier.  Look around under the lip of your "bag" reader, and see if you can't agree.

I've looked beneath the lip of my bag and had sightings of my own like the ones I mentioned earlier. That aforementioned Sunday morning these fast-moving nocturnal lights clipped by collectively overhead at over five degrees a second!  Too slow for meteors and too fast for planes. Also collectively, they were of equal brightness and color, a couple of magnitudes dimmer than Sirius and pearl blue in color.  No field glasses that morning (the wife had "moved" them). 

The first was noticed when it was due West at about 60 degrees in elevation, about 04:50 Central, before moving like a tracer round into the body of the great bear, tracking due North until it was lost in the distance.  The second occurred about 05:00 hours, was first noticed above and to the left of Polaris (about 70 degrees in elevation). It tracked due South until lost in the distance.  I don't know that they were the same object, but their appearance and speed were identical.  I have to allow that it is possible.  

It's suggested by the larger reality, cited in the forbidden index, and proved in the heart of the individual.  It's "got to ~be~ something" for sure.  

The "new" wrinkle is that I no longer self-hypnotize, or otherwise allow myself to be hypnotized,  that it has to be something... "prosaic."  But sensed, even with meager senses, it does have to be... something.  Something, indeed.

I remain watching our skies.  Read on!

1 comment:

Emma said...

"We turned our back on the unexplained, likely occurring around us all the time (unseen), and made it fit into what we are trained to find culturally tolerable..."

I think that is so true. it would not surprise me at all if everyone has anomalous experiences and sightings, but most people discount them because they don't fit into their world view.

Your sightings are fascinating!

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