From The Comfortable Chairs...

The path not taken...

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Everything has its own special significance. Most watch the "show" from their comfortable chairs. The "vain" are consumed by their own "contributions." Some are wasting in dim hallways; some are falling down dark stairs...
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All are head up-and-locked in their cognitive dissonance. All nurture a hatred for those whom they fear. All shore up the walls of their pampered enclosures. All driving their autos... discarding what's dear...
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I’m watching the best, then, give in to despair. They're declaring a tragic surrender. There is always tomorrow, a truth it could bring? Still, insulted by scant recompense, they're betrayed by glad pretenders...
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...See, the air is filled with *laughter* that is whistled past the graveyard, by those insisting *science* understands! Those who, then, restrict themselves to *scientistic* mindsets... which are shallow little channels in such narrow little bands.
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The Cosmos stares unblinkingly, and not the least contrite. Its message is that quantum leap, beyond your mere indifference, beyond your white-bread life!
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One hundred thousand *chances* in this galaxy alone! ...A huge dark room we sit in, marking time! We have the smallest candle lit… alive in inky blackness, though it flickers in the shallow breath of those who'd stop our climb!
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We wrongly think we crown creation—a capstone of "God's will"? Our *dominion* is misunderstood—wrong minded! We whistle past our graveyards, friend, too deep in debt to science; ...I suspect that crown exists where science shall not find it!
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See, it's not the "bee's knees," and it's not the "cool beans"... ...that it sells itself to *each'n every* mote! Traditionally, to solve one "problem" creates more "problems," still! Strict adherence to its *guidelines* wraps its fingers 'round our throats!
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It’s not the "science" anyway, it's the men who say they practice it: the ones who plant disease to watch effect? The ones who profit hugely, their expenses lacking ethics... ...The ones enthusiastic as they add you to their list.
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It's time to wrest control away from those who've always had it. It's time to live our moments... as we will! It’s time to "give away" now what's secured enormous profit... It’s time for individuals to embrace the future's thrill!
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...Now I cannot pretend, myself, that I'm absolved of shame... I have ever been that "coward" same as you, but we'd never get the answers sought or remotely understand them... it's the "trip to answers"! Questions! This you knew!

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Also known are all the little Stepford Students (SS neo-intelligentsia) who sit silently in their university classrooms, content just to merely PLAY that they are attending college and accessing world affairs. You disgust me because you don't disgust yourselves.
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"Marketplace of Ideas"? Bah & Clapkatrap—second-order male bovine fecal matter of the last wash! Critical thinking's bastion? Not when a mawkish piss-wit like GWB or Donald Trump can make it successfully out the door with his purloined bit of legacy sheepskin... Who can trust the critical thinking of criminals in training?
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These waste the investment of their tuition and their slack-jawed professors let them do it, reward them for it even! People starve and suffer as these spiritlessly artless wastrels, et al, get their phony-baloney and increasingly useless *tickets* punched—squanderers! Mendacious Meat-puppets! Reproductionist Nose-bubblers! Self-made Shallow-brows! Soulless philistines! Artless drones.
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Your anger? ...Directly proportionate to how well you fit the description, Skippy... My anger? Provoked and facilitated apart from myself. I am tasked. These task me. You task me!
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See, those who proclaim that government trumps anarchy puts too much faith in government and not enough responsibility for the anarchies they handily provoke themselves—a result of their duplicitous and authoritarian intransigence! There is no Communism, reader, without a robber-baron's unrestricted capitalism first having it's foot on the neck of haplessly abused individuals. ...No feminazi without some righteous chauvinist insisting first on clitoral mutilation... ...some would dare to call it "female circumcision"... there is an officious foot on some suffering neck at the start, always!
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Those I address won't understand that they have lost all concept of what government is all about... which discounts the efficacious success of any government. Our government is composed, ostensibly, of individuals we "vote" (a quaint expression, I conclude, eh reader?) to represent us... be our eyes, ears and... ...our hand on the tiller of state and society! We are a representative government in a republic... or were.
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A government that doesn't try to be transparent... ...in fact endeavors furiously to be secretive, closed, and obscure... ...control the media propagandistically? Such a government is not the representative government of a republic, reader. It remains only to be a dissembling sham and a costly hypocrisy... 
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Consequently, we have a right, and according to Thomas Jefferson ...a DUTY to revolt against it! To replace it, righteously, with "something else."

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Do we, embroiled in the ignorance of such things, expect no less from China or North Korea and consider their populations cowards for not revolting themselves?
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..."Some secrets still need to be kept"? Yes. Though, on reflection... No!
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The seeming reasonable-ness of this slippery concept of "necessary secrecy" has been so sullenly abused by our *representatives* —they have betrayed their bestowed trust so often and so egregiously— that they have lost any right to throw down that particular flag, now, for any reason! Not without oversight.
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Consider, Duty, honor, and country only works when people are performing similar duties, share equal honor, or are served by the same transparent government. ...Can't say there's a whole lot of that going on these days... can you?
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Such a government as portrayed, reader, is not the "eyes and ears and hand on the tiller" one had presumed... ...and is instead the antithesis of same! It is an ABOMINATION of same!
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Presently our *eyes* and *ears* lie unabashedly, collectively, and serially to us in the profound neo-secrecy. Why? They've presumed to follow the money? This must be hardwired into a corrupted culture! They only tell us what we want to hear, or distract us with their dross ... without a thought to what results, or what it finally costs? Sorry, that just slipped out... I digress...
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...It's like our own eyes and ears lie to us, more over time (forgetting they heat the water slowly for we "wee little froggies"), and folks start tripping over furniture in their own homes, can't find the car or the stove, or even hear their babies crying. Disjunct insanity rampant. War and rumors of wars... ...all the self-fulfilling-prophesy-stuff gone mad... and despite this senseless creation of our own problems with our overweeningly prideful selves, and perhaps even at the provenance of same (my suspicion) ...are enigmatic objects patently "ignored" by those self-same *eyes* and *ears*... UFOs. The biggest story of all.
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Representatives in a lawful republic are transparent public servants, reader. They are that servant in every sense of the word. Their agents are employed in our service and they are our servants too. They are trusted agent, reliable mediator, steadfast negotiator, or sterling instrument of our good will. Or, they should be. They are not.
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...They report, you decide? That's right. We can't decide effectively without the truth and transparency. We cannot give an informed consent without same!
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See, they don't have the option of telling us only what they want us to hear, or not telling us what they don't want us to hear. That's not in the bylaws. Ultimately, you only stumble around in your own homes deaf, dumb, and blind as a result! You know this to be true.
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You  Know This To  Be T r u e !
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Hey! Isn't your informed consent what you pay for? It's up to you, you know. One of the secrets, by the way, they try to keep from you:

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Your actions are significant, there are more important things beyond *fitting-in* at all cost, and that the kingdom really is at hand... ? ...and not just a hijacked myth of wide-tied, hypocritical, and plate-passing bible-flailers... ...and the psychopathic neo-cons who parasite on that hate-mongering *Faux-Christian Command Structure*, reader!

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The Kingdom... ...At hand... ...and likely nothing like we'd ever think it'd be... which is a good thing. ...And that's YOUR experience... isn't it reader?
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Growing up... ...did anything monumental ever turn out like you'd think it would? Why would entrance into a Galactic community be any different? With regard to that cosmic community, this blog has tried to make clear why it would be more astonishing if it wasn't so...
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Presently, we're galloping down the road to a soulless police state... think we're not?
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The new world order in not worth that. Why, it's not worth the sacrifice of one individual... and these precious jewels are squandered like discarded grease every day of our lives.
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We'd see this... ...but the devil of cognitive dissonance has us by our shredding shirttails.
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Students?
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It's time. Respect yourself to be respected. Don't facilitate respect's dearth. Don't reward respect's withholding. Don't support a disrespectful paradigm. Refuse errant opprobrium for same. Eschew false news. You hold higher ground than that.
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I'll do the same... along with you. See, they tell you how it is for them, and not how it is for you. This is why you must choose not to participate in their definitions of things. Those definitions serve them, you see; they don't serve you. Command the language and command!
Read on...

November 8th, 2016

Please excuse (no apologies) this one overtly political expression here in AVG:  

...With double digits in hours to go before an occasion of some significance...  Have a short, rational and informed listen. It's reasonable, reasoning, and of reason. It's cited, historical, informed and intelligent ...Then it's scriptural, astonishing me as much as you. Send them money? I do.  Me! 

Well met married persons with three children living in the real world. I say true.  Not safe for work.

https://www.buzzsprout.com/229/439448-ep-361-less-than-100-hours-to-go

Alfred's Odd Observation #22

Alfred's Odd Observation #22
by Alfred Lehmberg

They'd started back in earnest after a long absence, just that week! Predictably, their astonishing activities aped, even less, the attributes of the balloons, birds, bolides, and the conjectured rocket boosters cheerily proposed by pompous pelicanists—and their smirking parent CSIcopians!  Yea and verily alien viewers (and other dog sister/brothers lurking)! 

...Rock your head back, truly, and look out (not up)!  They are there!  Again, verily!

...Objects of a type remaining unidentified as they fly... past, present, and future, they festoon the sky!  

There's precious little hyperbole in the preceding, folks, just to let you know that I know the difference...

See, this series of "Odd Observation" articles (...forgetting 207 Alien Views, 386 Odd Odes, and around a hundred published articles of poetic commentary and critical prose of the last decade...) has tried to demonstrate with an unashamed sincerity, just that. We are not, have ever been, alone.

This current  demonstration aspires, moreover, to be largely unaffected  by the smirks and ridicule of the entirely suspect, patently clueless, and thoroughly corrupted mainstream... ...despite its exclusion and prohibition!  In the face of its persecutions and discriminations!!  Without regard to its omissions, outright lies, and fatuous fabrications...!!!

Enough really is too much! A provoked rage at an injustice is not entirely unjustified or why is the tree of liberty periodically refreshed with the blood of tyrants?  

Moreover, I remain unconvinced, unmoved, and unmotivated by the mainstream's too busy histrionics regarding "duty", "honor", and "sacrifice."  That only works when everyone is making the same sacrifice, respecting the same honor, and performing the similar duty.  That's not made plain a result of the repossession and prerequisites of a corporate media facilitating the worst among us. 

Presently, we are, assuredly, not doing any of that; we don't sacrifice, we are sacrificed...  I digress.

You know, it must be true that an ET fully and officially admitted as extant would be of paramount concern to an aggregate humanity! All current "concerns" of a complacent humankind immediately shoved to the back burner's  rear... case in point:

...When an individual spends a regular amount of time outside looking at the night sky it begins to assume a steady kind of predictability.  The same immutable stars (forgetting that some of these could have already exploded and we wouldn't know it for thousands of years... even the sky lies...) ratchet forward about a degree every night, a finger width at arms length, and the constant viewer assumes a certain comfort in this slow clockwise progression of the starfield to a patiently waiting west, lies notwithstanding... an easy familiarity and solace with the, seeming, "eternal immutability" can be achieved...

To wit, when something *new* appears in this clockwork firmament, it is readily detected!  I say true.

Once, upon a chance looking up at the zenith directly over my head on an exceptionally clear nighttime sky, I noticed two unmoving (but hugely unfamiliar!) *stars*, both about the magnitude of Sirius (the brightest star in any night sky!) and about a degree  apart. That's an index fingertip at arm's length, remember.  They remained stationary for a time.

These did not conform to the aforementioned Clockwork firmament, remember. They were lined up North to South in an unmoving line. I knew, immediately, that they were... something. They were too bright, too unmoving, and too not-supposed-to-be-there, to be anything else.

They stayed exactly that way for approximately 30 seconds, which is astonishing right from the start!  Then, abruptly and simultaneously, the southernmost star began to dim, slowly, as the northernmost began its slow creep directly towards it!  It crossed over the south star's exact location (which flashed brightly as it was passed over!), moved an additional three or four degrees, and then stopped again, dead, for about twenty seconds!  Turning 30 degrees easterly (!), it started off again traveling another four degrees, and then it stopped once more for a similar length of time! 

My neck began to hurt. Sincerely. I had to make a hand-hammock for the back of my head.  I didn't want to take my eyes off of them.

...Again, it began to move after a comparable direction change and slowly traveled another four degrees!  It stopped abruptly (like all the other stoppages [or starts! Instantly!] and with no apparent acceleration) where it preceded to dim out slowly like its initial companion star... which had dimmed out to invisibility, already.  Both *stars* were now gone.  The starfield had remained bright and clear throughout this observation.  

I would love to have had some night vision devices for this sighting, but I did not.  I put my chin down on my chest to rest aching neck muscles and thought about what I had just seen...

A very peculiar bird?  No.  A strangely acting meteor?  No.  A new kind of plane?  No.  It was an object in the skies over my head, and it remains, compellingly, non-identified.  The reader, at this point, can do the math...  

To a grand total of aerodynamic capability, add a little apparent physicality, take the 'n' root of aggregate strangeness and exponentially factor a resultant enigmatic *condensation*... 

A UFO!  Math is a path...

Speaking of Math... Has everyone heard of Fermi's Paradox?  It's a "we're alone in the universe" justification invented by Dr, Fermi based on the observation, and I paraphrase, that if "they" were there, at all, we would "know" it.  We don't know it.  Ergo...

What a clever and close-looped way (an excuse!) to not think.  We would "know it" indeed.  Arrogance like that would be laughable but it's so tragic!  No, it reflects an inflated hubris deserving of its comeuppance. 

Forgetting all the obvious canted holes, blithe illogics, and homocentric assumptions of the preceding, the rubric is held up as a sacred shield by the fearful skeptibunky—a justification for continuing his chauvinistic, close-horizoned , and color de-saturated world view.  Verily!  Yea and verily!

Additionally, other half-baked proclamations by duplicitous society indicate further "mainstream" assertions to support a "we're alone" hypothesis.  These point to an observation that any intelligence capable of invasion would have invaded us already; we have not been invaded.   Ergo... (...like a snake eating its tail, isn't it?).

Again the same blithe assumptions, canted interpretations, and disintegrating logics, but a pattern emerges, good reader! A model is created—a safe (but cowardly, reactionary, and digressive) ~mold~ is formed!  Such is the hurdle presented to us by the planned mediocrity of ardent sociopaths in jealously coveted *command* of our hijacked culture!

Additionally, here's another loss-leader "shield" that the garden variety skeptibunky holds prevaricatingly aloft (the smart ones anyway, the ones practicing a more clever form of corrosive and back-stepping denial?).  They agree (!), almost to a man (fewer female skeptibunkies, not so oddly), that there must be ~some~ kind of intelligent life out there in the cosmos (...somewhere!), but they irrationally shove that intelligent life so far off into a universe (multi-verse!) of time and space it is guaranteed not to intrude on their coveted considerations of themselves as shining jewels in the crown of their God's (favored!?) creation!  

Likely, nothing could be further from the truth.  These slaves to "conventional wisdom" won't perceive that our overestimation of ourselves is most often punished and that our underestimation of ourselves is very often rewarded...  but I digress, again.

Consider Fermi's, "If they were here, we'd know it," and the additional baseless rubric "an intelligence capable of invasion would have already invaded."  Compare these with the loss-leading skeptibunky's parallel assertion that "of course intelligent life must exist out there... somewhere"!  Does the reader see the disconnect or dichotomy in these assertions made from a single and very debatable cognitive ethic? 

Forget for a moment that *they* really have *invaded* and that *we* really do know it! The historical record on film, in ink, and carved into stone, the massive anecdotal and considerable physical evidence (thousands of trace cases!), and finally, convincing evidence of a personal nature (if one has it... I do)... forgetting the aforementioned and admitted mathematical certainty... ...provides all the conviction one needs to believe that this is so!  Even if they weren't here and invading (which they are, the data are very compelling), would it not make more sense to conduct ourselves with something of a sociological "out" that they were "here" (Everyone agrees they're out there somewhere; why not here)?

...Of course it would.

The answer to why we do not is found in our lack of general criticism of corrupt social institutions, a reactionary non-elected leadership with a tolerated nature that is decidedly sociopathic, and our own shameful desire to, individually, take the most traveled path to the then despairing ends of our too-short and largely miserable (in the aggregate!) little lives... heavy freaking sigh! 

What cowards we are as a summative species with a kingdom at HAND!  What craven non-bravery we display so collectively!  What profound ignorance we cultivate, together, so covetously!  And all of it while the universe yawns before us like the inescapable future that it is and towards which we shall continue to accelerate... regardless!  Can't you feel a hum from the tracks?  ...Train's a comin', boys and girls!

AlienViewGroup eschews our cowardly behavior!  AlienViewGroup detests our lack of bravery as a species almost as much as it deplores our lack of humility!   

AlienViewGroup is revolted by the planned and easy ignorance of our individuals and their complacent dependence on spurious conventional "wisdoms" that betray them, discount their individuality, and erode their quality of life! 

On the other hand, AlienViewGroup anticipates the acceleration to the inexorable future!  It welcomes the disclosures of the larger reality and it is optimistic about that reality as an intellectual multiplier (useful for every individual capable of making the inevitable transition to the  next quantum jump in our perceivable reality)! We'd soar and cleave, fellow motes!  Soar with us! 

AlienViewGroup would rip the scales from our collective eyes like the Neo character in "Matrix".  We'd opt for the expanded *red-reality* pill.  The contributing reader could be along for that ride.  A ride requiring belts, I add, and an eventual toll (more on that later)!

Omar Kyam wrote... "...the moving finger writes and have writ, moves on.  Neither your piety or wit can call back a single line to alter nor all your tears wash a word of it."  Cogent advice from a master, a dead shoulder upon which we are still able to stand.  It's your finger does the writing, actually.  Write something true. ...Last digression...

We provide the shoulders on which those that come after us will stand.  Do we owe them more than "intellectual suicide," "cognitive dissonance," and "mental masturbation"?  Do we owe them a solid place to stand... a firm place to build?

Of course we do... all those things and more.  "They" are us after all.  "They" are you.

That's enough.  I remain watching the skies.  Read on.

ÆL

...Before They Find Us...

...Before They Find Us...

by Alfred Lehmberg

Stephen Hawking, an indisputable and undisputed intellect of our time, voices concern about "calling out" to the Extraterrestrial. Why? Well, they might come calling.

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What's implied by that, just based on our own history as it pertains to "colliding cultures"?  There's reason to be unsettled, eh? Consider Spain colliding with the Aztecs... Cortez ate their heads.

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Still?

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For my part, Stephen Hawking may make too many presumptions about stuff to be open to something else, eh? Things just aren't as hard and fast as he would apparently have them. See, and lately, stuff's just not adding up conclusively in the physicist's world, just to start. The closer they look into the center of things the more unspeakably insane things seem to get.  The microcosm reflects the macrocosm in miniature and we see again that all that is above is as all that is below ad infinitum...
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Humankind will not be the final "measure of all things," and I suspect never was or meant to be.  Couldn't be!  The universe is bigger than we knew and getting bigger all the time.  It looms and yawns with gravid potential to the point of risking fatality just a result of regarding the outrageous and stupendous astonishment of same. I say true.

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This is something the self-honest person must know at a cellular level.  All hubris is unjustified. Humility, not arrogance, is the key to the kingdom. Why, if we had a real hair of humility on our ass we'd already be colonizing the asteroid belt... I digress.

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No, I'd have to inquire if the "Standards of evidence" the good doctor alludes to are not remotely useful apart from the way he assigns their status as "never questioned holy grail"! In anyone else that would be taken for juvenile hero worship. Immature!

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Do we adhere to real science below the auspices of the good Doctor above? Are we doing our due diligence to fain to pronounce "a Shit from a Shinola," or the other blurted admonishment regarding that other shallow intimation, "Common Sense"! Common sense might be contested precisely because it is "Common" and based on 5 inadequate "senses" leavened by increasingly dodgy cultural "filters."  No real bedrock here.

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"Common Sense?" Yeah, right. Unfortunately, the evolving reality set we all endure demands a little more imaginative discernment than merely determining between "shit and shinola."

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"Rules Of Evidence" Now there's a squirty laugh! Let me explain.

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"Rules of evidence" are useless until all agree on the "rules" and are even willing to "accept" the evidence. There might be a dearth of that. Otherwise, it is just a turgid mantra of authority appeal and fallacy in dick-waving debate. What's another one?

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Occam's razor. Excessive worry about offending Occam sometimes provides for more hindrance to enlightenment than help, I've come to believe. Occam does not rule out complicating the hypothesis, just doing it without necessity. The simplest solution is not always the solution of needs. What's another?

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Logic? Ok. Remembering we're all aware of observed phenomena defying _all_ logic... how reliable is the logic defined? Is there an end edge to logic?  ...Can't think entirely in Newton since Einstein and present can't think entirely in Einstein. What's another?

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The Scientific Method... Sure! Though it remains; the representatives of the scientific mainstream would set themselves up as the default arbiter of that which they will not even deign to investigate! That's science?!?

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Another... "Psych 101," as in an appellation to adhere to same. Those are sneer quotes, oh yes.

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Never has such a conflicted morass of cobbled conjecture and variegated abomination tried to pass itself off as even the softest of soft sciences. Still, if we really wanted to redress a "psychological aspect" of things we could actually explore the mechanisms of the hostile, deconstructive, and maladaptive outlooks fueled by toxic "religious assumptions" and canted by employee "abandonment issues," unadmitted in agenda-pursuant "unconscious and even conscious projections," disingenuous "passive-aggressive thought patterns" facilitating authoritarian patterns, and finally the turbid psychopathy of the unbridled ego... One begins to see how dark and twisted psychology must be when it, for example, is allied with pharmaceutical companies drugging millions of our children into pecuniary sub-sentience and used to further manipulate an increasingly gullible public at the behest of short-term corporate interests! Psychology 101! We've all our answers there, you betcha! Not.

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See ...been all over the "common sense," the "rules of evidence," the "conventional wisdom," the "logic," and the "scientific method," good tools all... when used consistently, rationally, responsibly, and reasonably...  but they're too often not used in this manner and so are not the holy grail with which one might  would beat his "opposition" over the head to less than noble academic ends. Perhaps our lettered miscreant has some deep seated need to be angered when someone won't queue right up to validate his tedious little world view or pompous scientistic faith, eh? 
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That's our planet, barely authoritative I sense, reader, but oppressively, if unconsciously, authoritarian... ...And I'll bet its denizens  feel themselves a crown of all creation. 

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Closing–I don't know how anyone can read Dolan, Feschino, Hastings, or Friedman et sig al and remain on the two-color klasskurtxian side of the aisle, or even on the fence. Our ego is the barrier to our imaginations and the limit of our growth?  We're not alone in all likelihood. We might embrace that given we are served even where we're wrong.  It would unite us at the least.

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Too, we're a little late already announcing ourselves out to about a hundred light years or so... involving some 500 G Type stars I understand. When you consider the nine species of self-aware hominid (that we know about) just on this planet alone as "proof of concept" regarding evolved intelligence... forgetting apes, dolphins, and whales—even crows and octopi... perhaps ET is the rule in a near unlimited universe we've not detected the boundary of and not the exception.

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It remains: if they are still anything like us? They will eat our heads. That's ironic, eh? Maybe that's Hawking's concern. 
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They can be better; however, as we could be, and we can hope that humanity avoids its karma awhile longer.
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Your Money's Worth

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Plugged in to what's *allowed* to us... through the Hubble's awesome eye? Why, stars are fried in neutron sleet! Such are visions we have spied!
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Smashing rocks in timeless chance are matters fueling movement's dance!  

More's observed just lately spied... perhaps times ten what meets our "eye"!

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...Where dance steps are languid the stars are festooned with garlands of space dust for skeptics lampooned. The concept of *anything's* found in these reaches, on orbiting planets... like sand on our beaches.
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...And out of these orbits—mysterious folk? These tempt and confuse us; perhaps, blowing smoke! Still, they hover and flutter alive in our skies... in spite of deception and government lies!
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Extant... is an omniverse where folk must occur. It is filled with the possible! No thing is deterred. Conceived? It is FACT in that space... far from here? ...And more is un-thought of ... beyond weird... passed queer!
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I'm depressed that they're hidden in unexplained smoke! I'm uncheered they don't spill it, and just go for broke! I'm bemused they're not landing on everyone's lawn, on their stoops, in their kitchens, or on Washington Pond!
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To complacently ignore "all of this" as irrelevant is to make bad "investments" gaining interests... malevolent. It's the rarest of news... getting better with age! BAD news, then, not at all... says an ancient clay page ...
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The Hubble's taking movies of titanic stars consumed... black holes sleep between their meals then flash when meal's resumed! From fiery wombs of star-stuff stars are born as lucent babes, then ejected with toy planets they make life on— who's to say?
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...See, life's in abundance and older than rust! Beyond complaining and explaining they're extant and... calling us! Must the meeting of two cultures, where "advantage" meets the one? Must the lesser in "advantage" take grim heat, and be undone?
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...And all of that considered, after looking through the Hubble, there is space enough to think about... to "not think" leads to trouble. Trouble's gone denied, my friend, remains before your eye... Your eye above the mountains where you see beyond the sky.
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lehmberg2002@gmail.com
www.AlienView.net
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I think I pay for an unfiltered look through that instrument. What do you think you pay for, reader?
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Then one remembers they'd have to first respect us to allow us the unfettered, unsanitized, and unfiltered look. They'd have to educate us. They'd have to appreciate us. They would truly have to have our best interests at heart.
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How much respect should an individual be accorded as a matter of course? It would seem there must be some minimal amount. It is not equaled by that which must be demanded, and so it must be demanded? Yes.
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Win the lottery but lose your soul? You know what soullessness is, right? It is the loss of an ability to feel satisfaction of any type... all types... ...every type, I suspect.
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How about you, reader? Do you feel like you're getting the required respect or achieving requisite satisfaction? If not? Perhaps you can try to do what I try to do. It seems to help. As is justice demanded around you seems to help.
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Simply this: don't credit or enable that which disrespects you; don't reward or compensate that which fails to satisfy you. Repurpose your vote, your sympathy, and your dollars. Deny truthlessness your essence, your support, and your consideration. Refuse it your concern, your regard, your facilitation.

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Indeed—hold it beneath your contempt, concern, and consideration as you would any soul killer. The soul you save will be your own.

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Without regard to a closed institution, dark agency, or psychopathic government let your conscience be in charge! To your own self... be true? Keep your own council? Demand your money's worth? There are a lot more of us than them... did you know that?
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...But for them, we could heal the planet, feed the hungry, exist in a Utopian dream in a living ring around the sun... why, we'd bring the saucers down...
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Then—the fun really starts! Read on!
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"I cleave the heavens and soar to the infinite. What others see from afar, I leave far behind me." - Giordano Bruno, who will live in our hearts forever... burned at the fundamentalist's stake for wanting his money's worth.

Alfred's Odd Observation #21

Alfred's Odd Observation #21
 by Alfred Lehmberg

Discord, Disharmony, and insentient Dispute... And just when everything was busting loose with the most person friendly political platform in our Nation's history! Such is the resolution of things. Though, not here, not now. 

Here was a bonified sensory expansion in the measured world of Descartes! Metaphorically slipping on the eyes of virtual gods, a result of an off the books temporary loan of military-grade true night vision devices, I'm empowered with the eyes of owls and cats! It's like lifting your eyes from the cave's shadows to see the causative light causing them from without.  I say true!

Facilitated by the most dazzling piece of visual enhancement technology this old aviator has ever hung on his hairy face, I was treated, reader... to detailed arrays of otherworldly fluctuating lights and glowing orbs!  

These observations included ~searing~ instant zippers and slowly crumbling flashing dimmers, all wholly unperceived unaided! Extant were thoughtfully slow, ponderous movers of varying magnitude brilliantly represented! The sky was accessorized with Exploding stationary "bloomers" dimming abruptly and dashing furtively about, transitioning left or right several degrees only to then blink out like failing light bulbs! This, reader, was just in the initial few minutes of first having them on my face!  I watched for hours in the double digits!

"Camera-flashers" flitted like fireflies within specific fist-sized regions of the enhanced  and virescent  glow of the astonishing new sky!  Verily!

No magic is involved; one will not see what is not there.  Only the light that's (remotely!) available, magnified thousands of times is made accessible to the otherwise inadequate human eyeball.  

Even without the strange stuff otherwise cluttering it, it is a stellar show without visual parallel! Truly, Van Gogh's starry, starry skies... revealed through military TYPE III NVG's, are the stuff of all imagination's illumination! 

Too, given time to watch, and this writer had had weeks in clear winter skies, the presence of the "just not talked about," is plain.

Clearly, it is a show that is not easily describable.  Most, living in and around towns and cities, can go out at night and see dozens of bright stars, perhaps even make out a few constellations with their unaided eyes.  Others, blessed with less light pollution in rural areas, can see HUNDREDS of stars, all the constellations and a hint of the milky way.  Those fortunate enough to have access to cold dry desert air can see, with their naked eyes, a stirring star-show of THOUSANDS of stars that quicken imaginations as they quicken and inspire the courageous heart with an overpowering galactic panoply...

...But slip on a pair of TYPE~III night-vision devices, highly refined for aviators, and leapfrog, blithely, over ~millions~ of stars to see ~Billions~ ... of individual stars, stars so numerous they're draped like sheer curtains of jade fog, and feel like one who sees the sky as a god must... with clarity, totality, and entirety...

I got my late mother (she was 75 at the time) out in the back to look through them and she was ~wholly~ astonished, even overwhelmed with their visual impact. Unconsciously snatching the goggles from my steadying fingers so she could take possession, however fleetingly, of what amounts to a *real* superpower of enhanced visual capability and capacity, she gaped, forgivingly open-mouthed, at her newly revealed reality.  She.  Was. Astounded.  I'm reminded of how Giordano Bruno, looking through A telescope that first time, must have felt.

...See, it was suddenly revealed to her that she could now, and very truly, see what she'd had no idea was there, and she had the startling realization that if this was true... what must yet remain, remaining to be seen, still!  Cue the "mind-blown" music!

A similar power transferred to the "physical" would have the individual swinging buses around her head; transferred to the "ear" is to hear a butterfly's wings in an adjacent State hundreds of miles away... It is an awesome power—an intellectual force multiplier!  Truly, anyone who looks through these vision-enhancing devices is reminded, forever, of what is REALLY up there...  Time and Space and Dimensions non-conceived and beyond conception...

EMPTY of the non-prosaic, and merely composed of previously undetected ~emerald galaxies~ and billions of ~spilled green diamonds~ (of divergent size and intensity on a dark green felt background), it QUALIFIES the very IDEA of the not prosaic and QUANTIFIES the excuses one can have for same!  

*They* ~are~ real! There ~are~ people across the *river*, and there ~are~ fewer reasons (one should even be able to grasp) that we would be isolated in our corner of the universe, much less "alone" in it... and that's the rub...

 "AlienViews," is a small collection of earnest individuals who associate with me (you know who you are) in cyberspace, and who have known one another for several years in many cases. These are persons who have watched each member in the collection grow and resolve over a period of time and are individuals who have learned, if with some pain, the value of our rational toleration and its utility in creating an efficacious synergy. 

Use your imagination on the just preceding if you have to, but expect no angles or percentages. This is but written to be understood and so believed as a perceived truth is understood. I say true and won't apologize for the aspiration. Without shame we are about cooperation, we are about synthesis, we are about teamwork of contributing individuals—we are about "inclusion."  That's the aspiration.

With only the most minimal amount of divergence from that pointed imperative, that is all we have EVER sought! I exalt in my community... this tangentially and tenuous fabric of 21st Century communication. A glasnost and perestroika of cooperative fellowship uncomplicated by unwarranted negativity or lack of constructive imagination...  I welcome any challenge that would dispute the spirit of that!  ANY challenge!

Persons honestly skeptical of an AlienViews outlook are inevitable and are in the end appreciated and welcomed as skeptics!  Our company (even if reluctantly) welcomes the divergence of these skeptical because if a friendly communication can still be made, extended, or maintained... it only widens the experiential base of our TOTAL effort—an effort to understand what precipitated all these divergent views in the first place!

What is it?

When erstwhile and faux-skeptics split off from AlienViews, perhaps selling their soul to the reductionist's company store, we are not depressed and disappointed that our effort was somewhat diluted, we but wish the departure well, we were well met. after all. The best of luck good winds and God's speed. Are there bigger fish to fry?

Listen!

The sky's alive at this moment, honored reader, with the objects of our intense interest, and it is in no way affected by the inexplicable actions of even the most talented of intelligent sociopath or faux-sceptic. It doesn't care that reductionists don't believe! The skies are crawling with life not admitted by the hijacked mainstream or the garden variety bush-league detractor periodically arrayed by the duplicitous mainstream.

I've seen UFOs with my own eyes, continue to see them, and have access to equipment that allows me to see them, better still.  Given the time I have to look for them and the equipment I had available for use, the respected reader would see them, too!

That's enough!  For AlienViews, I continue to watch the quickening skies. Read on!

History's Mysteries...

History's Mysteries...
by Alfred Lehmberg

On the theme of a "mysterious history" or how that richly accommodates our conjectured quarantine by ET... observe, reader, a suggested panoply of reasons the Saucers might "stay away."

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Consider for a moment the utter lack of respect generally tendered to the people who build and maintain our world! The lack of respect socially, institutionally... even their churches drill them from the collection plate: the maligned, disrespected, marginalized, and errantly-blamed working poor... ...sure, there's a fractional percentage of these "getting over" but put that minority out of your mind as irrelevant! They're in favor, too.

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 Frankly, the "man" just shouldn't suck so hard... or there wouldn't be an appreciable "any" of these "desperate disparate" looking for angles. People are survivors, and a covetously grasping "1%" is the engine for making crime pay, at the start!

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These aforementioned "poor," one might perceive, were cleverly, if unconsciously, cameoed in that old Mel Gibson action vehicle Beyond Thunderdome, as the, against all odds, bi-human character "Master Blaster." Master Blaster was the engineer and officiator of the gas-energy producing vats of swine offal and dead citizens beneath the Thunderdome, and leader of the topside shunned and miserable legions maintaining them.

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...Recall what happened when "Master Blaster" didn’t pick up the "garbage" or process the dead bodies and swine feces into fuel for a few days? Why, your "white-bread world" comes to the proverbial grinding halt! Concurrently, the above-ground "leadership" reveals itself proud and effectual as a wet sack of dead mice. Yeah, be nice to the garbage man, he keeps you... like Joni Mitchell wrote, ..."unfettered and alive."

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See, the study of history could be just as entertaining as reality TV or a Mel Gibson movie... in fact, it should be! You want intrigue and conflict and betrayal and lust? Real History. You want something elevating and inspiring and ethically progressive? Real History. You want good moral lessons on ethics and trust. Real History. You want something honestly constructive and respectfully gainful? Real History!

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You want an aggregate satisfaction? The kingdom is at hand! The key? Real History!

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The real history, folks, and even in this day and age you don't have to scratch down very far to find it. Real history. The chronicle of how NOT to do things by persons trying to make a just record, warts included reader, without ego's ax to grind.  It's all there.

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You can't navigate the future if you don't remember the navigation of the past. We understand that those knowing the past control the future and that those who control the present can control the past. One can appreciate how dangerous that will be where the present insists on a fictional past...

We do not know that navigation, good reader! History may be written by psychopaths to reflect a single generation's social gains and losses to inflate largely undeserving egos.  How is Columbus yet revered, even if allowed to dwindle as a "great" man... as a discoverer of America, otherwise? Columbus was a monster. There can be no lipstick for pigs... and it certainly won't be provided by ET.

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...And if you're really brave, have a progressive heart and appreciate that the best part of humanity comes as a result of our pioneer spirit? If you suspect that a sacrifice now is a down payment on inheriting the multi-verse later? Then know, reader, that the biggest, if most avoided, part of that history includes UFOs. ...Be not afraid.

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UFOs just ~are~. Start getting used to it. Start demanding more information in their regard. Inherit the future! Don't be swamped by same. We can catch the train approaching and not let it run us down.
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Additionally, don't allow yourself to laugh in their regard. Given a revealed existentiality, UFOs, but certainly their occupants (what we truly regard!), become the most important and momentous thing in humanity's day, this one or any other!

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Refuse the "kool-aid," good people... oh, and by the way? Apart from rather frivolous rejections, once, by Paul Kimball (then accessorized by the sundry and officious, now rejected, Parascats [tm]) as "a man who never met a conspiracy he didn't like..." consider the late Jim Marrs, perhaps one of the last of what is an endangered species ... that vanishing breed of string-less fringe-journalists with some consistency and real integrity.

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Perhaps not since Edward R. Morrow, a Walter Cronkite or an early Dan Rather...  has a true journalistic ethic, even right of center, been so efficaciously prosecuted. In no way a nut like many contemporary with him, Mr. Marrs cannot be so easily discredited because he won't drink the "official" juice, honored reader. Marrs shall not be faulted for following the data and reporting the facts as they reveal themselves to him. Remains, he'd make a better newsman than what's currently offered in the aggregate... but then so would SpongeBob Squarepants (by far!)... I digress.

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Dodgy ax grinders with non-admitted agendas drinking too deeply from self-congratulating kegs... these might keep their canted counsel to themselves. Jim Marrs does not so easily crumble in debate with the aforementioned type.

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You know the type. Quick with a sneer. Quicker with a smirk. Quickest to the reflexive denial. Quickening to be penultimate jerks (Because jerks are 2nd rate): "morons in need of attention," chronicled in lore, or every bit as damagingly retro as those they think they prosecute, read persecute!

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Leaping to the persons illustrating the disgust discussed reactionary, these are unrepentantly authoritarian; Science is with them, eh? This type perhaps considers themselves as intelligently designing, ironically, and a jewel in their own creation's crown. Reductionist meme-nazis by another name and smelling as sweet as a spent cannister of "ETH B"? Hey... what are you doing when you're making lists and checking them twice subsequent to getting a group mind "right." [shudder].

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Remembering, well, that the pointing of one finger implies three pointing back at self... ...I have to say that where anxious ideologues were amusing at best and tedious at worst... lately they become dangerously regressive and a prevaricating homage to earlier old times of the before-before... not even existing "THEN," ironically enough! Real history is mystery, perhaps whole and absolute.
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Could it actually be that it is supposed to be like that? Moving right passed shocked laughter we observe that that can't be true because so few are served while so many endure the antithesis of that service. Then pause to reflect that, observed from without, we may be kindergarten-age feral children on our world, believing that we were not always under the observation of adult others, not ourselves.  What says they're there is us.  We are the proof.

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Feh. The only thing that should not be tolerated in this day and age is glad intolerance.  Remains, current behavior might justify our quarantine. Who, including ourselves if we were honest, could tolerate us?

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Read on.

ÆL