Sunday, August 06, 2017

Insult & Unleavened Grace

Stephen King could have written this story.

Insult & Unleavened Grace

The Flatwoods Festival 2009
by Alfred Lehmberg

"It's ET, folks, and so far up your nose you feel alien knees scuffing your top lip!"

Almost upon my arrival in Flatwoods, West Virginia in September of 2009 for that year's Flatwoods Festival, I'd begun to wish I'd brought my guitar. It was that kind of place the reader would find—a place filled with the otherworldly energies of unmistakable artistry where that artistry can be a desire to grow, in all ways efficaciously and honorably, but with modern eyes fixed on some looming and inescapable, if transitive, future-reality we can all share. Such was my intuition regarding Flatwoods. It was a magic town... an emerald city with a stranger history.
Flatwoods: a splendid example of micro-town America even if in the shadow of that highly strange alluded to! Especially when in the shadow! I longed to communicate that musical reflection for this town.

Oh, I wouldn't have had the nerve to actually play in front of anyone, mind. An undisciplined if constant dabbler, I'm not worthy.

No, I'd sneak off somewhere and play for the curtain-like branches of the tall White Pine festooning the area like the textured walls of tall green temples, the temples themselves sporting blue-sky ceilings, rocky pulpits, and wood-wrought forest tabernacles. See, a result of the aforementioned Festival, this affected land where I'd found myself additionally crawled with quality musicians of every type and description so musically intimidating I wouldn't want anyone knowing I played at all, actually. I was a musical skateboard spinning rusty wheels while they resembled Stately Sedans and Thunder-Road cars burning high-test musical nitro!

Even apart from these exquisite local musicians—and one young Flatwoods woman in a chaste blue dress who sang sweetly in some special stillness that Sunday a welcomed tune so engaging, high, and otherworldly that it opened portals of ultraviolet light for hyperspace elves. I'd never heard the song before and not heard it since... 
It was a song of spacial enchantment; you could see as well as feel it in the air! Suffice to say: the thirst to make music, be a conduit for it, was compelling everywhere. Such was where I'd found myself after a GPS facilitated 14 contiguous hours on my I-Pod driving north northeast from Southeast Alabama.
I'd had company. Riane Eisler, Lorenzo Hagarty, Robert Anton Wilson, Timothy Leary, plus Terence McKenna of course—and among significant others—lectured their alternative philosophical harmonies in my undistracted ear and otherwise danced in my imagination like intellectual not-sugar-plum faeries.

Yeah... there are "reasons," good reader—none of them fair and balanced—why you either never heard of these people, or you've heard and been compelled to mistrust them. That's a crock, I submit. These are giants on the shoulders of which we should all be clambering to stand! I digress, of course, but suffice to say "my third eye was well squeegeed" by these giants for new and jaw-dropping—albeit sober born—experiences, woven out on the highways and by-ways on the road to West Virgina.

I was wide-open, then, for where I finally arrived—open minded that is—so much so there's decided risk my brain could fall out, even, but... I'll risk it, eh? That's right... it's my brain. Besides, I'll gladly risk going somewhere the closed-minded can't, won't, or shan't. To do less seems unintelligent, unprogressive, and unbrave. In all humility, experienced based, I know something about courage, the promise of the progressive, and at least the aspiration to intelligence...

Where was I? I was at the geographic center of one very heavily paranormal State of West Virginia. Specifically, I'm in the microcosm of unleavened grace that is the brave mini-municipality of Flatwoods, home of the "Flatwoods Monster." Unleavened grace? Yeah...

See, since September 12, 1952 and again, and over again, periodically, especially via a 2010 Discovery Channel "Documentary" train-wreck of esoteric ridiculousness and proportion, these good people have endured unjustified ridicule, errantly cast aspersion, and the falsest of false assignations regarding ...the most intellectually electrifying activity of this or any other time. I speak, of course, about one's assured confidence regarding the extant existence of the "other," reader! Those conjectured occupants of the flying-saucer-intimated UFO! Flatwoods is ground Zero!

How is this not the most exciting thing, ever, better or worse! All else is trumped. Surely, that'll run a "grace" out of its "yeast and baking powders," verily!
See, it's hard enough to smile after being betrayed by the "legitimate authorities." Who does one go to for redress, after that? Crooks and charlatans?

Flatwoods suffered, and continues to suffer an undeserved National disgrace good reader, the worst kind of betrayal: societal betrayal—social betrayal—while Flatwoods' unthinking loyalty remains expected by that authority or society? C'mon! Enough is too much! Spit in the eye won't be taken for eye-wash, forever! It never is! Talk to your awakening Trump supporter...

This malfeasant tragedy of authority's ass-covering "scapegoatery" which Flatwoods had to bear then—and that the reader discovers it continues to bear now—was to be the result of the Flatwoods townspeople and their very heavily documented interaction with the proposed occupant of perhaps only one of four witnessed UFOs above—and on—Flatwoods' old Bailey Fisher farm that fateful day!

I remind the reader that this very specific date of September 12th in 1952 was a period nearing the end of the biggest flap, ever, in US UFO history: the so-called Summer of Saucers!

These are events—and pay attention reader—damned close to having UFOs actually landing on the freaking White House lawn! Over-flying same, they were everywhere! They festooned the US skies, besides! This is, of course, forgetting the standing—and very well prosecuted—orders to Shoot Them Down! Yes! We exercised Extreme Prejudice on
sovereign ET, friends and neighbors! We shot UFOs down! Think we didn't? What were we thinking?

Flatwoods, one sees first, needs to make no apology for experiencing what everyone else in the world had been experiencing, paupers to Presidents, folks, all over our North America for decades! Centuries even!
Why, endemic across the US—and at those same hours and moments of that September 12th and chronicled by the subject Flatwoods affair—Air Force jets were chasing UFOs on all US coasts east, west, and south! Flatwoods is the penultimate CLIMAX of the "Summer Of Saucers." The final air battle in Humanity's undeclared secret air war with ET...
Wait! There was more to come. Every bit more a real credulity strainer than the last!

Too, it doesn't help that the time-tested if "out of fashion" extraterrestrial hypothesis seems realized... and so far up the observer's nose they feel alien knees scrubbing top lips! That's part of the problem... an ETH has lately become "un-hip," you see. Out of fashion. Fallen from favor. Uncool...

This tense and ongoing ufological ETH kafuffle at Flatwoods is understandable, if unacceptable still, as early on, folks: the "dis-info fix" was in. Such was so.

One noted researcher, Frank Feschino, discussed more in a moment, has discovered that on September 12th, Flatwoods was immediately crawling with no-nonsense intelligence types and two separate heavy squads totaling 60 combat equipped men! Some ten thousand astonished gawkers would arrive to poke around town in the next two weeks to rubberneck! ...Quite a reaction over stink-weed and a "barn owl," and not a welcome one I add. This was a "side-show" that was a "side-show" at all because it was provoked, by betraying and conflicted "authorities," to be a "side show" from the start!

The second of these aforementioned military heavy squads —subsequently deployed in a provoked reinforcement action obvious to this retired soldier—was detailed from a battalion-sized force of 180 soldiers already deployed, just hours before, to the west southwest of Flatwoods on still another UFO matter! This outlandishly huge—and so inexplicable—contingent of fighting men combed the West Virginia countryside around nearby Frametown for a crashed... ...something... never found! Unsettlingly, the story even includes a few documented Men In Black as the tale is told. ...Quite a reaction to "kids seeing a 'spook' on a mountain top around Halloween."

I encourage the reader that this is an over-the-top and credulity straining story as pointed out, already! Though, it's a little more seriously regarded, actually, when one is occasioned by the opportunity to sit and visit with the persons involved, become aware of official documents and first person accounts extant and available, and then, finally, to walk the 57 year old footsteps where these outré events took place.
In person and on tape these are persons unblinking and defiant that... they saw what they saw. They'll spit in your eye and charge for eyewash. Ask Frank Feschino, lately reviled, errantly, by an offended contingent in town as on the blame-line for the aforementioned and humiliating Discovery Channel "Documentary" fiasco... Feschino was, of course, blameless.

Still, the duplicitous "establishment" went to great lengths in '52 to cap this whole Flatwoods affair off. Persons were intimidated! Witnesses were ignored! Families were badgered by "authorities." These were the manipulative mechanisms used in 1947... and so, reminiscent of Roswell this writer is reminded. 
Later on, when a popular 1950s television magazine would, forever, characterize the monster as a red-faced cross-dressing Goth-nixie sporting grasping claw hands a sweet-sixteen skirt no less, if sans any poodle embroidery... the misdirecting die was lastingly cast; a recurring theme as it's turned out remembering the dreaded documentary already alluded to.
I digress briefly to point out that media continues to go out of its way to get the Flatwoods story very wrong, forgetting that Discovery Channel's mock-umentary of 2010 regarding same. History repeats like a perverse and toxic flatulence.
Consider, reader! Then must come again the disturbed and agitated legions to laugh and poke their fun at Flatwoods folk, eh? These legions aforementioned are mawkish gawkers scattered amidst non-adroit and unimaginative writers, tragically, writers who smirk and prosecute their misdirecting inanity to facilitate the "credulity bumper" of mal-cultivated and so very cack-witted tabloid followers. No love lost here for these toxic enabling facilitators. An innocent Flatwoods is dis-served.

Indeed, notice the casual ease with which "the authorities" dismiss hapless Flatwoods folk as provincial bumpkins prone to distort the prosaic into "aliens from beyond the stars." These must be "bumpkins" of some unusual imagination, reader! Though seriously, first person experiencer Freddie May, in a nail paring, has more integrity, class, and intelligence than those "bumpkin labelers" could have in their entire flaccid meat-ware! I digress again to say true.

This ill levied shame alluded to became so great by September 1953, actually, that the "green monster affair" was not talked about easily, if at all, ever after! Actuality became legend and legend, myth! Snoopers were discouraged.
Third generation kids living right in town didn't know a thing about it, at all! One wonders if history must repeat itself given the most recent cultural backhand wrongly delivered to Flatwoods' undeserving cheek by the History Channel, that 21st Century version of the slack-jawed media. That's a lot of effort over time to encourage people to forget something, eh? Why?

...Care to add some gravid insult to abundant injury? In the early nineties, Joe Nickell—lapsed English teacher and malfeasant CSICOP debunker spokes-puppy—would fatuously assert his facile "appropriation" that the people of Flatwoods could not tell a barn owl from a space alien, that they were sickened by a miasma of noxious gas from underlying coal deposits or seasonal plants (moonshine fumes?), and that they were, again, provincial bumpkins easily confused by a "well known" meteor event of September 12th... a meteor I remind the reader is not academically recorded, anywhere, only sucked from a reductionist's bum! No, the meteor was ever only an early offered supposition of the Air Force to explain irrepressible and annoying facts, and just like the Nickell further appropriated owl and gas suppositions... cack-fodder and bat-squeeze! Supposition is not fact.

Stop right here! See? If a "meteor," reader, it was a meteor lingering in the sky for 21 hours and change from the Eastern seaboard all the way into Flatwoods! If dogs and children are sickened, reader, by some "coal-gas produced miasma" or "pungent plant," it has not happened before, or since and not geologically or botanically relevant, anyway. If an owl, reader... but come on! That's just ludicrous. "Thunderbirds" and "Rocs" are more myth and produce far less documentation!

Moreover, these Flatwoods folk are with-it country people. They knew owls... barn, or those decidedly unlike Doctor "immaterial" Joe Nickell, that glabrous symbol avatar of all skeptical wisdom and intelligence... pause for squirtty giggles.

Verily, this disparaging mechanism of a Flatwoods Cover-up would continue unabated up through the mid nineties... apart from the small justice assessed to Docca Nickell when he was run out of the local Shoney's on a disgruntled rail, I gather with amusement, retching dirty metaphoric feathers and dripping hot rhetorical tar! Flatwoods won't suffer a disrespecting fool gladly; it won't matter how many immaterial doctorates he has.

Besides the good doctor's recounted embarrassment, a result of the well deserved if discursive treatment he received at the hands of insulted Flatwoods locales, it is also revealed that he is in Flatwoods, at all, to confront Frank Feschino—noted Flatwoods subject matter expert and author—whom Nickell assumed must live there.

Frank Feschino lives in Florida, reader. This must speak volumes regarding Docca Nickell's investigative acumen, otherwise, nes't ce pas? I mean, you can call Frank Feschino on the freakin' phone and find out where he lives!

Frank Feschino? Frank Feschino writes books working out a strong evidentiary trail or audit path for an undeclared and covered-up war with Extraterrestrials—pause to let that sink in—where hundreds of high performance planes and many of their brave pilots are perhaps lost in this hair-raising conflict with piloted UFOs! Read that again.

So conveys Stanton Friedman, who admitted further that the data found regarding the Flatwoods Affair eclipses that data found on Roswell, and he, among others, have been diligently researching Roswell for 30 years! Such is, also, so.

Digressing necessarily regarding those intrepid pilots and aircrew who sacrificed all, reader: these were brave men posthumously insulted to this day! Ask the families of lieutenants John Jones and John DelCurto, pilots and craft involved in the 1952 Shoot Them Down affairs and never seen again—just a few among many. Their exemplary reputations—and the reputations of others—are tarnished for incompetent boobs flying mechanically unsound planes until they ran into each other like stooges... or more simply run out of gas... to futilely crash... ignobly! Memories of brave men smart, good, and true, languish in this deleterious smear! It's an outrage!

These were largely men, after all, who saw action in World War II and Korea. These were men of vast experience, or at minimum, men satisfying rigorous flight checks determining the minimum competency required to even be allowed to operate a million dollar, state of the art jet aircraft in 1950, at all!
Finally, these are men KNOWING as they spin up their screaming engines in sweaty and agonized alert on dark tarmacs... that they are under orders to fly out into the teeth of a terrifying new unknown... sally forth regardless into "lurid duels of death," with UFOs! These "lurid duels" are revealed by 1952 Blue Book Chief Captain Edward Ruppelt and are not a fantasy.

What stupendous bravery, reader!

One of these pilots, the reader might come to understand, salvos 24 or more Mighty Mouse rockets at a UFO, point blank, perhaps, in this undeclared war! These "mice" are 70mm unguided if transonic darts, pilgrim, fence-post sized heavy-metal shafts capable of delivering six and a half pounds of point-detonating high explosive in a furious concussion approaching twice the speed of sound! Mayhap at the UFO... the UFO later forced to land at the Flatwoods Fisher farm!

Too, regarding the presumed "impervious armor of UFOs," consider there may be occasion it won't matter at all what kind of armor you sport when hit that hard and that fast or that often with obliterating concussions. It's got to complicate your general physics, at best! At worst, maybe its "Alien Blackhawk Down"—ground zero at Flatwoods!

Non-presupposing witnesses run up the hill on the Flatwoods Fisher Farm expecting to see a crashed plane or a meteor crater and are not really expecting "God knows what." They encounter "God knows what"! "God knows what" is thrust upon them! How is this their fault?

Their government dares to shoot UFOs down, reader—without notification or informed consent of the population it serves—and without regard to where spent shells and rocket casings might fall, astonishingly, forgetting for a moment where the intended target of those munitions might land! There were incidents of such...

Action has consequence. One consequence might find its damaged and parts-dripping way to Flatwoods.

Flatwoods? Flatwoods is as it was: a town of genuine, hardworking, and clever country people. They "saw what they saw" and they "know what they know." These are not mere fools fit to be the subject of catcalls and ridicule from literate organizational lack-wits fronting for a diseased status quo! These are the proud sons and daughters of the only State in the union to be physically shredded—torn in twain reader—by the American Civil War! WV was on the right side of that war, too.
 These are a town of tested souls who have endured every hardship, surmounted every obstacle, and overcome every insult—insult to their intelligence, insult to their reputation, and insult to their recollection. Why should those insults continue to be endured? They are without merit, fidelity, or substance.
No, these are a town of personable persons braver than many, more faithful than most, and assay more non-cloying community and out-of-your-business responsibility in a resident's nail paring, remembering Freddie May above, reader, than any other community this writer's teleported to with the mechanisms GPS, IPOD, and motor car! Such was, indeed, so.

Why, I'd rather live there, it seems, than the south of France! Such is the music made and metal tested in the geographic center of the grand State of West Virginia. Such is the brave micro-municipality of Flatwoods, the best and most underrated of small town paranormal America.

Flatwoods? Eminently salute-able, this writer salutes you.

Read on.


Friday, July 28, 2017

...Pat Robertson & Alien's Ketchup...

Be it "craft," or "design" or even "misnomer" ... Mistakes matter not; see, his meaning was plain! The evidence says that his *printer* had *toner*; we know that he's rich—that he's got half a brain!
See, "mistake" is a farce! Pat plays us for fools! He was too full aware of his import. He meant us real harm; the message he knew: Androcratic sentencing from his *fundamental* court!
His glad implication? That God suffers murder ...cold pressed from the pulpits of churches! "Take them and stone them and grind them for filler…" "…First scourge them with switches from poplars and birches."
Those who look up and afar or away? "Rad dreamers who wonder the reasons for things"? "Make them the first to atone and repay"! "Mark them as first for their earned stripes and stings"!
"More will come later as our power base swells"! "...We'll settle our hash with the Jews..."! "We'll get all the Friedmans, the Feschinos, and Lehmbergs" "We'll murder these rebels... the strangely imbued"!
...Some wonder just what Satan's like while scuffing knees to pray, when the tithe they bleed just sweetens up the bottom line... it's Pat's "Pay"! A coward waving gaily to his fellows gone to war… then Pat protrudes the pavement for his "show," this dangerous bore...
Well, I've a new germ of conjecture, so strange... ...Predictable sure, though it stuns... Consider me unhinged or deranged? But "Satan" is ... Pat Robertson… !!!
Pat said, "the faithful" should torture and stone me ... for being outside of his norm? Pummeled, and rocked, then crushed to my knees... I should be "begging for forgiveness" ... pleading to conform!
...Robertson's the reason we're feeling uptight! Robertson's facile confusion! Robertson's the reason we fight useless fights! Robertson's a soulless flesh... for hate's obscene infusion!
Robertson: an evil thing who's burned a book or two ... Robertson: so FILTHY from the pockets of the needy! Robertson's done his gleeful part to *foment*—misconstrue; He "slouches off to Bethlehem" his foulness proudly greedy.
I'd thought these things before I'd found he champions MY demise... the whim of wing-nut's "righteousness"—DEPLORED! ...But I'd refrain from murder, even he whom I despise. He calls for executions, friend; he's through his devil's door!

Stone ME? You better tie me down, you smirking psychopath, or gut-shoot me—I throw BACK!
This pompous "piece of work" has wished death on benign heads of state, and just this minute on whole cities unwilling to switch-out a more solid science for ludicrous superstition... Katrina and the Twin Towers preached by the whining and disingenuous pedant as punishment from a "loving" God?
Jesus would retch, so this cranial deformity of a human reptile would be that rich man pulled "through the eye of a needle," and how hard is that?
For my part? I defy you Pat Robertson; you and all your scurrilous apologists or simulacra. On your admission that you would have me killed for opposing you—I redouble my efforts of opposition, and, ironically do not contest your right to life! ...You officiously obnoxious and ironically soulless bastard!

Christ's Pattycakes — but it almost seems like we argue from the supposed position of the other! Who's the real Satan, boyo!
You are, Pat Robertson... or one of evil's more ardently capering imps! You are the foulness you would warn us against! You are that stench so offensive! You... ...a pile of noxious human waste. You! This is not name-calling! This is assessment!
Fellow motes! I feel real good about telling you that if you see Pat Robertson moving in any firm direction? Sprint hard the other way! He's the one to lead you straight into the grasping arms of grinning hell!
Accept no substitute! I say unto ye verily! Pat Robertson: a justification for atheism if ever one drew breath!
Yes, Verily! Down to a choice of letting Pat have his "way" with me or letting an Alien eat my head? I hope the Alien brought his own ketchup.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Well Into My Majority

Well Into My Majority:
The Other Think Due You
by Alfred Lehmberg

As the now shortening days unfold I become ever more dismayed by the psychotic state of mind of that which would willfully subvert, even pervert, the star-faring humanity that I believe we could be. This willful perversion seems tragically uncalled for. ...Completely unnecessary. A sad result of androcracy prosecuted over a preferred, more constructive, and reasonable gylany.

Consequently, I can only be disgusted by this state of mind's obtuse and unrepentant authoritarianism regarding same! Unquestionably, its materialistically prosecuted dominator-styled faux-intellectualism, not forgetting its too convenient religious fundamentalism... ...provides a bane on our species' house, which is a bane abominable and abounding appallingly as the future unfolds! You want religion? Read Godbody. Otherwise, get off my lawn.

Dominator style paternalistic fundamentalism? ...Angry daddy beating you with his holy book because you won't fellate him. This is the face of androcracy.

...We're cursed by a pox on our human family. ...A Clear and Present Danger to efficacious humanity: a denial of that which festoons the common skies. Consider UFOs as given to perceive a grander reality more open-ended and unending, a looming maw of awesome potentiality.

Additionally, it's not very astonishing that the transmitters of this "state of mind" are themselves the demons perverting! These are self-righteous authoritarians who would otherwise stridently decry the "obvious outre" as if we had the bad sense to perceive their mendacious sight of hand... as stewardship! Even as they surreptitiously embrace these egregiously employed gleeful imps and errant demons futilely iterated... calling them right, true, and good... 

Reader? I suspect that, to a degree? You suspect such, yourself. To a degree? Black is up and white is down. Welcome to our world. Currently, senselessness is rife and ignorance the "strength" aspired to. That's going to be dangerous any way it's trotted out.

Consequently... Let's shove all that in an appropriate "sunless place," eh? I suspect that north of a drooling orange prolapse to be just the spot...  

Sincerely, let us reject this top-down non-progressive state of mind... ...and its demons. Its lieutenants, facilitators, enablers, and supporters. Its sponsors, advocates, fanboys, and patrons... 

All these would be quite a bit less unacceptable, of course, if they were at least competent... but they are not even that. I want a President who can speak sense in non-nonsensical sentences. I want a President sans the forked tongue. Is that so much to ask?

Maybe management from the *top* is a necessity. But that *top* must show concern and facilitation from the *bottom* up! I digress.

Well into my majority, having thought on the matter, and having suffered more than my fair share of "the thousand natural shocks" to which "flesh is heir" as a career soldier traveling the world? I've presumed the gravid right to put dissenting words together on a considered page. No apologies. Buckle up and extinguish your smokes.

To wade right in?

I look back upon a short "recorded" history of this planet—only 20,000 years of stone and old ink—and perceive that religion, trading glibly upon its necessity as a framework for culture and continuity... is consistently, if obliquely, only ever betraying that trust, over and over again? It has only ever been a duplicitous hurdle to the rising and advancing of individual spirit, seemingly, given that it is the quality spirit required at the individual level to qualify and quantify an aggregate galaxy-class humanity... this is tres unfortunate. Culture is not kind to individuals, ironically, as they are ever its salvation

Added further: that this individual spirit referred to is an individual's birthright, is required for a quality evolving humankind, and it is from which we are, have been, and continue to be... unhealthily denied? What is the provenance of that denial?

Yes. God retches. Or he would where we'd invented him.

This cannot endure. Indeed the consequences of our short-sightedness roar down on us like a comet. Examples later... Open your heart. You feel a presence. This is not pretense. Humanity is more than reductionism as its synergy is obvious. Humanity has ever been greater than the sum of its parts. The andro-crat would deny that.

Well into my majority? I watch the evolution of government criminally officiating its dominion over the land and its people, clearly understanding that it is a way to legislate (read manipulate) the subjugation of those governed at the expense of their happiness and satisfaction... dooming them to squalid existences in toxic landfill wastelands. A way to keep folks befouled and ignorant and docile and scared in a corrosively mal-ethical campaign facilitating the aforementioned subjugation and degradation... they be more effectively fleeced, manipulated or betrayed, perhaps? One wonders. I don't.

For the masses and since the revered academic philosopher Pestalozzi, he who first articulated that the "poor must be trained to their poverty"...this is the goal of education? 

No bets that the default (read pecuniary) Societal leadership would not take this facilitating pedagogue at his word! Among the first of the powerful androcrat's perversions of a good idea. Later on, Eugenics would have its run. We all know where that went... 

This is the thinking of those self-same androcrats well versed in training your child how not to be an effective leader or an intelligent follower. Followers are necessitated by efficacious teams inspired to synergies truly greater than the sum of their parts. Magellan didn't swim solo around the planet. He required ship, crew, and pecuniary support. Remains the individual is key. There's the synergy, eh?

Do our schools remotely do the job you want them to? Onward.

Well into my majority? I observe the patent sociopathy of our institutions, agencies, and corporate bodies. Too, I am appalled by their willing soullessness and perfidy—their ready indifference to the general well being of a social body requiring efficiency and fairness, or face squalor, limit, shortage, and loss. 

Finally, I am revolted by their gleeful willingness to profit directly and indirectly from our abuse and the abuse of the power we provide them... These might show more responsibility than delighting in their scurvy capacity to make the rich richer and the poor poorer, just to start.

What is the present state of our Union? Test your ability to be honest with yourself, reader...

Well into my majority? I survey the lapdog media's shrill carnival-barking shill (lying presentation)... for a duplicitous faux-mainstream hawking blue boner-pills and reverse mortgages. This so-called *mainstream* idea of news having to clear a ratings hurdle, friends and neighbors, deserves every erg of derision fired at it.


...Because the so-called mainstream is itself a patent fraud! It is ever only providing ample demonstration that it is not a "mainstream" (defined as mean of best thinking and practice) at all, but a flashy and well-moneyed front-piece extolling those self-sacrificial virtues its *handlers* won't abide for themselves and shan't reciprocate respecting you, booby! 

More "rich kids" would fight their daddy's wars if these handlers did abide and reciprocate those virtues, frankly. We'd fight, consequently, less war, not more. I say true.

Continuing, this mainstream's media machine blithely abdicates a presumed and understood the responsibility to inform and elevate even as it solemnly contrives to intrude and obfuscate! It happily prosecutes, and furiously, too, the canted propagandas of its check-writing handlers to facilitate and reinforce its own insidious, irrelevant, and insipid status quo: a "both-sides" myth in pursuit of a ratings-rich but duplicitous "horse race" between competing ideologies (painted as equal when they are not) facilitating only the check-writers. A broad brush... but paint sticks, reader! 

The "egregious left" may not equate with the "egregious right" and so equivalence and comparison would be impossible. Compare your worst of each: The Nazi skinhead compared with your clean and well dressed door-to-door ACORN canvasser wanting to talk about affordable healthcare, a living wage, and a sustainable future... Compare and choose.

Strain this through your own filter. What does your conscience say?

None dare call it conspiracy!

Well into my majority, I endure a smirking Christianity and an arrogant Islam, largely! The egregious tyrannies of these aggregate entities make obvious, reader, just how far some are willing to go to return to a caustic past they long to return to... ...even as it never really existed the way they presently believe it had!

...That's 1930 in the case of the former and 1350 in the case of the latter. Two periods, not so astonishingly, where reality could not have been more arbitrary, oppressive, and unjust (...not counting the ages preceding them...) ...even psychotic, reader! Certainly Androcratic.

No, these distorted ideologies have only shown how miserable some people, a minority, want to make life in this world... for all of the rest of us. They do this, by report, in complacent preparation for an *approved* if very irrational, self-serving, and nebulous... next world... ...One that we are required to take, oh, by the way... on untested faith! How convenient for leering sociopaths everywhere. What a busy mechanism that untested faith might be for a Charlemagne, a King James, or a Donald Trump.

"Untested faith," by the way, has the same value of the "unexamined life," say our finest minds. Bupkis.

Verily? The last time we let God rule—let the *church* have dominion of our officiation—it was called the "Dark Ages...," reader... a Tobe-Hooper-slasher-movie age of practiced ignorance so dark-hearted and insane that the memory of it is shunted away from us and avoided like the terror tale that it all actually was. There was not a lot to be found, good reader, of that which one could be proud... in the so-called "Dark Ages." I risk a digression to remind the reader that that mysterious history is buried (drowned) in the Holy See.

...And yet, to an increasing degree, do we not endure them still!

The two "greatest" religions existing today extol and romanticize the imagined virtues of this "Dark Age," this artless ignorance, into present times. They do this passionately, furiously, busily, violently... ...with a gaily fervid and shiny-eyed ardency even... None dare call them crazy!

...Times would appear bleak. Foregone. Dreary. Desolate... even Futile for the sincere truth seeker.

...Yet... against all odds and institutionalized assaults of persecution upon individuals? There is an increasing... ...dissent.

Yes! As I progress further into my majority... more and more UFOs begin to fill the skies as if to invalidate and annul the reflex (untested faith-based) prerequisites of stark reductionist Cartesianism, government, institution, and church... dissolve the hobbling and irrelevant boundaries of outmoded agency, outdated organization, and obsolete association... diminish the canted imperatives of predatory corporate bodies, irrelevantly reptilian business models, or the ideologies of neo-con, supply-side, and trickle-down-conservatism ... grasping institutional grifters gaily grifting. Lawyers. Doctors. Priests. Machine bosses...

...Another broad brush, but with paint sticking still!

...Assess these aforementioned societal *trees* by their fruit, good reader. Follow your heart. Trace the Karma. Do the math? More on this in a moment...

As I progress further into my majority? Fields of sticky cereal crops continue to lay down in hugely enigmatic but golden patterns of increasing Complexity, Artistry, and Novelty. These are unpracticed, never duplicated, and perfectly executed glyphs describing perfect geometries of dimensions otherwise unknown to us...?...and so, perhaps, unmasking our pompous hubris, crass ignorance, and invalidated pride in a manner that only this cereal comparison of inner, outer, and hyper spaces can seem to achieve... and an abstract message written upon that which a human would consume as food or drink, eh? Do we miss a cosmic point?

Consider! Communication composed as a message written on food and so consumable for that, remember! I think the preceding is a very interesting and legitimately compelling twist on aggregate weirdnesses...

...All it takes is one, reader. "Grok" is a consummate word then writ large enough to be seen from space!

As I progress further into my majority? Persons possess the bravery, still, to report the anomalies confronting them and the highly strange activities confounding them! Few profit, many falter, and some die.

These are the appalling mysteries to which we are abandoned by a sociopathic society, a corrupted culture, or a psychopathic civilization! These singular often significant persons make their reports and perform their investigations despite the punishments meted out to them. These are arbitrary punishments not leavened by the remotest due process, fair-minded rationality, or sense of justice. These punishments are capricious, completely, and with the foul stench of authoritarian convenience. Furious and petty, they have an automatic intellectual cowardice appended to them.

...Cruel and unusual punishment administered for prosocial behaviors in many cases. A scourge in any case. Innocence scourged in the drooling maw of the arbitrary and self-involved Androcratic machine. Remember John Ford and despair.

As I progress further into my majority... intrepid persons continue, willfully and non-willfully, to interact with creatures or objects not of this *Earth*, *Space*, *Time*, *Dimension*, or *Psychology*, and report, same, back to us. Moreover, the persons with the most invested in an investigation of same, this highly strange or paranormal activity (UFOs et al), are discounted, diminished, and derided as a rule... ...while their detractors get support and exposure or "equal time" for their nonsensical if noisome negativity. This is that axe-grinding, obfuscating, and prevaricating mainstream we've previously identified as bordering on the entirely false.

Doctors "John Mack" and "Susan Clancy" spring to mind. The former in brilliant exposition and brave exploration, while the latter, not so much: employed as a company shill to invalidate the former and negate the exposition and exploration, if incompetently, unscientifically, and without imaginational relevancy. She didn't win a Pulitzer. Mack did.

As I progress further into my majority... time, terra, and technology obviously accelerate to the quickly approaching singularity of luminary concrescence surmised by Terence McKenna, Ralph Abraham, and Rupert Sheldrake...(et al)...a concept assiduously avoided by mainstreamer science even as science measures, astonishingly, its accelerating approach illustrated in scores of asymptotic graph-lines plotted out in think tanks across the globe from global warming through Malthusian populations to the world bank! A wall appears to loom and "winter is here"?

Hyperspace blooms like a flower at the fast approaching "end of our time" and conjectures a change in the fortunes of lay humanity (...negative AND positive!) for which we are not preparing...!...even as that aforementioned hyperspace looms. Yea and verily and without irony my secular brothers and sisters!

...Warp engines are soon to be engaged, reader. December 21, 2012, was not an unrealistic or wholly unsupported conjecture for the beginning of a truly new age, the engagement of these unspeakable new engines, a forecast birth for a heretofore gestating and gestalt humanity...? I suspect so. My confidence remains high.

Finally, as I progress still further into my majority... I find that I have lived too long now to be unaware of the duplicity prosecuted by many of the mechanisms built, maintained and facilitated by a privileged *superior* class... for lack of a better appellation. I might just as well have said... "The Man."

This class of serial criminals smirks up its gilded and advantaged sleeves while officiating oppressions and restrictions... evil oppressions ... wicked restrictions... under the purposefully indistinct banners of "fear of God," "family values," and "love for country"! These are the screamers wrapped in flags and armed with scriptural cudgels. These are oppressions and restrictions larded with backsliding and downhill-rolling infidelities, disloyalties, and an aggregate insentience with regard to individual sensibility... a complete and utter lack of respect for the individual FAR exceeding what would be required for a society to protect itself from the so-called (if unofficial) "lone crazy..." ...we are not otherwise protected from, anyway! Consider DJT!

...Consider Donald Trump. Jefferey Beauregard Sessions III... Pat Robertson... other members of the well connected, self-supporting, and sociopathic elite... What has protected us from them? The best response to that, reader, is no response at all. Nothing protects us but the individual these aforementioned attack and assail!

This "lack of respect for the individual" and my recognition of it for what it is: a tedious effort of the inordinately privileged to avoid their responsibility for the present state of affairs (or to maintain their lard-assed positions at the funding trough), has provoked an ironic reaction in me.

I find I do not believe!

Often maligned as a credulous "believer" prone to unfiltered beliefs, ideas, and principles... the reality is that I do not believe the ones suspiciously pre-filtered for me by a suspect and unfriendly culture and its sick societal systems! Once burned? I am "twice shy" with regard to Church and Statehouse, School and Business, Agency and Association. These are jealous entities with little egalitarian regard for the individuals who empower them, I find. The burnings alluded to, moreover, have been multiple in scope and artifice.

..."Shyness" seems abundantly indicated.

As a result, "official" leadership, such that it is, is perceived (by me?) to be wholly hull-breached below the water line, like the Titanic... ...and in the fashion reminiscent of the leadership on that ill-fated ship? They would have us all locked below decks in steerage to drown in an ignorance they have, themselves, busily cultivated!

I've been burned too often, reader, to credit them now with the smallest degree of trust, aspect, or affection... given their documented unrestricted behaviors... You too, I suspect, whether you admit it or not.

...And what is not detestable, reader? Let's assess "the fruit" once again... tabling for a moment society's open FAILURE to be moved, improved, or informed with regard to the concept of the *other* obviously sharing a multiverse with us: Table that a moment.


...Cancerous Population Growth ... A Looming Economic Catastrophe ... A Shriveling Middle Class ... A Degrading Health Care System ... A Diseased Environment ... An Increase Of The Homelessness ... An Eroded And Demoralized Military Force ... Families Ripped Apart ... A Degraded Bill Of Rights ... A Despoiled Quality Of Life ... Nameless Fear And Easy Loathing ... Increased Crime ... Reflex Religiosity ... Incompetent Cronyism ... Decreased Security ... Laughable Ballots ... The Rape Of Our Republic ... Death ... Torture ... Unrestricted Sociopathy ... Tyranny ... A Complete Disruption Of The Rule (and spirit) Of Law...

The list could go on and on as you know it must... Pretty noxious fruit, eh reader?

...But the worst infidelity and betrayal these community pillars, captains of industry, and religious leaders prosecute by far, actually, is their damnable reluctance to investigate or admit to the presence of an—other—beyond themselves (ourselves)... and their Gods (our Gods) ... or contriving to provoke an extension to our OWN "dark-age..." ...for their comfort and convenience and as a result of that damnable reluctance?!? None dare call it psychopathic cowardice!

The Bastards!

UFOs are real, reader. So say the finest minds. The finest minds. The findings of the finest minds are in no way discounted by the hijacked faux-mainstream, nor are they invalidated by a conflicted status quo...


...Now, presuming a moment for the sake of argument that the just asserted is true, and it is, I suspect: what could possibly be more important than this *other*?

What indeed...

...And the *other* is important, reader, measured as it is as... the ultimate sedition, the higher court beyond our own corrupted one and in no way beholden to it, a fulcrum of new ideas, new energies, and new efficacious opportunities the *other* stealthily communicates to us—and is denied us presently, otherwise—since we first attempted to chronicle history in cold stone and old ink?

Importance seems, indeed, transcended.

A kingdom is at hand, good reader, for the rank and file! No degrees, pricey approvals, or arduous certifications are required! Only, you won't be hearing about it from the mainstream; Pat Robertson won't share it from his TV pulpit, and Madison Avenue won't be taking out any ads...

...Do you think this must be in your best interest? No bliss in ignorance remember. Another "think" just due you.

Read on... 

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

...Time Surfing...

The "Recent"? ...Surf on back ten thousand years… And find we're making magic beer*! We've barely a clue what's happened to here! You can bet that the truth is bizarre, strange, and queer!
Now, away, "hangin' ten," to the start of the Pleistocene. This few million years—time lost in a fever dream—in a past long remote, Cenozoic, our theme, where We're struck by a comet and broiled to steam!
The Pliocene mutters from five million suns... The Miocene rates twenty-two million runs... Oligocene's three-seven proves time marches on... And Eocene at five & three? ...Time surfing's that stuns!
The Cenozoic's Paleocene was the end of a beginning. The Earth herself was smashed apart to earn us extra innings. The rock was mixed with water and the World set different spinning, and good for us that glaciers moved without the Earth condemning.
Sixty times a million years, add five to square small worry. Discussed to here are epochs that began this yearly scurry. Now measure in vast periods—they're more a yearly hurry! The years rush back much faster in a numbing yearly flurry!
The *Meso* is Cretaceous, a Jurassic, and Triassic. Two Hundred million some odd years—our understanding's flaccid. There were animals there living, then, confounding the fantastic, that will turn a listless student to a history fanatic!
Only halfway there to real old stuff ... The Paleozoic is as old as enough... At millions (six hundred!) it's as old as the bluffs! It is here's said beginnings of our skin, lungs, and guts!
Permian, Carbon, Devonian periods … you've surfed through the moments of time. Silurian, Ordovician, and Cambrian periods... ...pummel and hammer your rhyme. Prior to the Cambrian, there was only primal slime! It's been a real ordeal for YOU; see, t'was your tremendous climb!
And that's the point, you see, …or why perform the exercise? What's at this "end" is you, and at this end? You overspecialize. You are fearful of what's different, you are sprung to over-criminalize, so dependant on the man that you've forgotten how to criticize.
Half a billion scary years... ...and it's all come down to you! You're here and heat their water and THEY know you're real; it's true. And thinking on your own is what will really steam their stew! See, you open up your eyes and then—get hard as hell to screw!

Nope—you and I have no idea what really occurred as early as, Sweet Jesus, probably fifty years ago I'll betcha; the historical record has been that distorted! That contrived. That made up.
This is in contrast to the learned pontifications of a mal-educated and effete lawyerly elite who peer down aristocratic noses in self-involved pique at the self-actualizing and self-educating wandering wonderer (you and me), pronouncing him or her "unrefined, unrealized, and intellectually unwashed." Unfit, even, for the knowledge... of which they'd avail themselves... yeah... like you could trust anyone but yourself to make that call for you.
Uh... Anyone care to consider what's really going on? You can bet that it's not what you think—it's not what _I_ think! It's certainly not what they think...
We walk away from some of the biggest and most far-reaching debates conceivable, fellow motes! We don't investigate the clamoring "uncomfortable", and that could mean the degeneration of us.
We don't cop to our individual responsibility, and that could mean the destruction of us!
We don't consider the big picture, and that will be the death of us!…
...And all of this because we have been rewriting, or burning outright, the real history as we went along. We are a culture of prevarication born of convenience and living in intellectual squalor, presently, as a result! Our watchers must retch!
The "watchers" ... an alternate sentient fruit of the unbracketed time, virtually unending space, reader, forgetting the near infinite amount of surface area that this implies? These "Others" shall not be dismissed out of hand!
So ...Surf *time* from beyond a half billion years until the current moment! See, where that time-wave of time crashes to a tortured current shore? There's you.
...How long ago is a long time ago?

You go way, way... ...way back in an unbroken gestational line... ...and lately science says you may have the code for all that existence and experience in your *junk* DNA... read that again. ...All of your DNA.
You're a message in a bottle, reader! Every single cell of the body its own little flask of eternity. What wondrous libraries we all might carry, each of us a little quantum archives like a galactic Alexandria... a repository of all that has gone before. Truth as one finds it, lost, found again, repressed, rediscovered... out.
...And able to perhaps access that library alluded to I've read... ...with a little help from our friends and precursors, the plants as it turns out... you know... those things evolving us to spread their seeds around, an experiment on their part perhaps gotten a little out of hand, a little?
Crick did... discovering that self-same DNA double helix in a psychedelic soupcon... Others have plumbed those same sub-microscopic indices to similar discoveries. Why, some worthies suspect that the internet itself is born of the similar communications possible with plants and sundry fungi.
What conjectured other beings must house in their own libraries... eh? I wonder what manner of plant spoke to them... invented them...
Read on.

*Beer with a psychedelic component...
"I cleave the heavens and soar to the infinite. What others see from
afar, I leave far behind me." - Giordano Bruno, while burning at the
fundamentalist's stake, retching with the watchers, and at about as far
from his beginning... you are from yours.  Restore John Ford to begin an atonement.±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±

Monday, June 26, 2017

Ufological Obstacles

Ufological Obstacles
By Alfred Lehmberg

Summary: Is Ufology impeded? It doesn't seem to go anywhere. I mean... it's been stuck in neutral for the last fifty years for all the valiant attempts to steer it into the mainstream. What keeps ufology in a giggle-factor limbo? What banishes it to the realm of tabloid magazines?


Is Ufology impeded? It doesn't seem to go anywhere. I mean... it's been stuck in neutral for the last fifty years for every valiant attempt to steer it into the mainstream. Stanton Friedman, Richard Dolan, Robert Hastings, Jeremy Vaeni, Terence McKenna, and Frank Feschino, et al, have made heroic if separate researches, neatly consolidating in compelling dovetails, to highlight an initiative regarding awareness of a rational manner with which one might regard the irrational. See, it's a tiny bubble we inhabit of what is "known" and we don't "know" that

What keeps ufology in a giggle-factor limbo? What banishes it to the realm of tabloid magazines? What makes productions of circuses and social slight of hand to hide it in plain sight? How about an understandable fear of finally looking into an ineffable other's face? ...Can't go back from that...

That's no excuse.

By definition...ufology remains disqualified, betrayed, and denied all seriousness, come to it! What disqualifies its respect? What betrays what's scientific about it? What denies the reality of millions of people with the insulting analysis that they're misinformedmisleading, or mentally ill?  

The forces arrayed against the ufological are mighty... well funded and imbued with the anxious avariceness of the privileged psychopathic. They print the money and they code the rules. Full stop.  

That there is a well funded and steady push from "uphill" against disclosure is obvious. This is abundantly reflected by the busy imps at CSIcop! It's ponderously reflected in the dismissive attitude (and senseless!) inattention of a corporate mainstream media. It is profusely reflected in the suspicious actions of black-box institutions, unaccountable agencies, and non-elected government officials... all of these engaged in an ongoing but dismissed, ridiculed, and wrongfully discredited conspiracy to deceive... just lately misplacing totals almost reaching 10 TRILLION dollars to start. Poof! Just gone. 


Why risk the betrayal of trust that this "official behavior" must absolutely generate! Why provide for the denigration of the agencies, institutions, and governments we need to survive in the 21st Century, and on which hundreds of millions of persons rely? Why invalidate and degrade a mainstream media needed to keep us properly informed... and so then able to give intelligent, rational, and informed consent in the truth of a viable so sustainable society? 

What strange mechanisms force our cultural authority to work so furiously to discredit itself? What are they hiding? 

These "powers that be" are duplicitous and obfuscating... This becomes increasingly apparent as the most powerful nation on Earth is hijacked by... religious fundamentalists and "just business" corporate fiends, elitists, and other monsters beholden, allegedly, only to the *shameless*, nameless, soulless and contrived cluelessly blameless... "stockholders." 

That these *powers that be* are duplicitous and obfuscating is easily demonstrable in everyday life, and... we only have to take a short walk in the prosaic to see it all stand revealed for the self- involved shame that our culture really makes it. 

Revealed is the shame regarding justice because it is only available to the highest bidder. Revealed is the shame of dishonesty concerning sex because it's teasingly pushed into your face on the one hand, and then we're persecuted for indulging in it on the other.

Revealed is the shame of double-dealing as regards even our physical well-being... hazardous pharmaceuticals and toxic food substances are celebrated... while vitamin and mineral supplementations undeniably required by human beings are furiously invalidated (and so, if I may digress... at the root of much of the chronic disease of this 21st Century—from Attention Deficit Disorder to Cancer and Heart disease and beyond... I'd wager)! 

The point...? If they'll lie and deny about the every day, they'll work redoubled overtime to clutter-up the *highly strange*! C'mon! Especially if the *highly strange* complicates their "program"

Especially if the *highly strange* invalidates their standard. Especially if the *highly strange* implicates them in the commission of their crime! Especially, if the *highly strange* interferes with their very convenient and coveted status quo... And please, please, please... challenge me on who "they" are

So, what's wrong with UFOs? 

Everything, because they CHANGE everything. Sorry! The last vestiges of Aristotle's crystal spheres are righteously shattered at last! Get over it! The deceitfulness, dishonesty, and double-dealing we talked about a moment ago becomes outmoded, outdated, and invalidated... and you know what? This is even assuming full disclosure is some new deceitfulness, dishonesty, and double-dealing perpetrated by aliens and replacing the former human ones!

LOL! We're used to deceitfulness, dishonesty, and double-dealing! That's humanities stock in trade! We've been the subjects of master human manipulators, programmers, and controllers for years! Let's sample a new variety! The alien one.

...And consider this, it may be the *aggregate* individual prefers that *NEW* deceitfulness, dishonesty, and double-dealing, forsaking the old... and there's the rub! Do you see it? 

What's wrong with UFOs? 

UFOs are the purest of pure seditions. They're not beholden to the unequally applied laws, convenient mores, and occluded sensibilities of humankind! Their star-faring or dimension hopping precludes the necessity for any respect shown us and our infant's ways! They are a clear challenge, you see, to the sense of loyalty and allegiance the individual is supposed to feel towards... God, the state, community, and traditional family! This is the nature of the threat they impose... not to invade, or depose and subjugate, but to offer the individual an attractive alternative to the current status quo! That's always bothersome.

If aliens were here to subjugate and dominate then all that our leadership would have to do is give us a hint of that reality (like it does with regard to the threat of Fundamentalist Islam for example?) and we would sign on for the most draconian reductions, imaginable—of our rights, benefits, and entitlements (just like we have with the "war" on terror, or the "war" on drugs... the former funding a bloated [10T$ poof!] Military Industrial Complex, and the later funding corporate prisons and 21st Century slavery). 


Your acceptance of a ufological reality is the gestalt realization that some perceivable someone or some-thing doesn't have to answer to the likes of Donald John Trump or his deputy tyrant (the Anointed) Jared Kushner... This is a source of extreme discomfort for Donald and Jared (and their shadow handlers) who are, without question, men more comfortable officiating guns, scheduled drugs, and the huge piles of blood money precipitating from those things... than they are investigating the righteous and maligned, ultimately uplifting ufology! 

Hmmm... Perhaps something's being kept from us that only causes us spiritual or philosophical problems if we are exposed to it? Perhaps non-disclosure of the ufological is imposed upon us for our own good! We can't... *handle the truth*? Our ignorance is bliss! Is ignorance ever bliss? 


Reject "blissful ignorance" because it does not work, it does not respect you, and it seems to prove, invariably, that it's only a mechanism for the control of your energies and your efforts on projects or activities you're, by design, not well informed about. Seriously, to let an individual go blithely along in an ignorance that suits the manipulator and not the individual... is to communicate and transfer that ongoing lie! You are being lied to if others know better, and don't tell you. That's not informed consent! That is duplicity and obfuscation and I would be expected to be jailed or otherwise discredited if it was me engaged in that behavior... 

Additionally! It has been pompously intoned that "It is folly to be wise when ignorance is bliss." But, you see, that old proverb makes an assumption that continued ignorance equals continued bliss, and this is not the case. Ignorance, from my experience, can be bliss... only for the moment! In the real world, there is always a premium paid for ignorance, and that bill must eventually come due. In the real world, ignorance equals lossinjustice, sickness, and failure... abject failure... failure to grow, failure to achieve, and failure to make meaningful progress! Truly, the only life worth living is the examined one, and ignorant bliss is a tragic booby-trap where the individual concerned is not made aware that his primrose path is a minefield

More obfuscation! It has been proclaimed that we don't have any disclosure out of interests regarding National Security... but anyone who has skimmed Richard Dolan's book "UFO's and the National Security State," knows that to be the tired, overused. 
and shopworn rubric that it is! 

No... secret keeping has been so roundly abused and inbred over the last 50 years... that the original reasons for it are rendered, largely, invalid. "Need to know" is a concept too anally applied anymore and the best information available is forgotten, buried, and otherwise concealed behind faceless, autocratic, and arbitrary little men, and away from persons who could make better use of it! These "secret keepers" have misused their privilege, undeniably, when they can tell sitting presidents that they don't have a "need to know"! Consider... a vetted person... elected to the highest office in the land and required to officiate the most critical of "informed consents". He does not have "a need to know" but his unelected, nebulous, and non-accountable underling, does... what's up with THAT! 

Flag down!

Is there quality information with regard to UFOs hidden from rank and file individuals? Almost certainly! Does the information available justify attention by the mainstream... Absolutely! 

Yet the mainstream does NOT pay that attention! Not because we would be better off in some blissful ignorance. Not because the truth is too horrible to be known! Not because our national security is so fragile and imperiled! No. 

We decry UFOs, and we keep UFOs *indistinct* with "giggle factors" and "denial campaigns", to protect a corrupt, scurrilous, and demeaning Status Quo... a Status Quo framed, incidentally, by a self-absorbed minority of tenth generation pirates and clever sociopaths. We avoid a ufological investigation... friends and neighbors, to accommodate the wishes of a few who handily dictate that we be fed manure and kept in the dark like a consumable mushroom. Verily, UFOs are ridiculed for the benefit of the few at the transparent expense of the many... 

UFOs are the reality! It's most everything else that is the distraction, obfuscation, or lie in the fog... much of what we only think we know is a distraction contrived wholly or in part to divert individual attention from the bigger picture and larger reality... 

These diversionary components include warfare (always at the convenience of a few who won't be doing any of the fighting), overpopulation (a horrific program to ensure that there are always more worker-bees available than have to be paid individual respect), public education (a device to assembly-line manufacture docile employees at the expense of their critical thinking), and an ironic system of health care (a scurrilous enterprise to manage illness at the expense of curing it). It's all a ruse... to keep you, the hapless individual, dazed and confused and so NOT demanding information upon which you can base an informed consent! 

Honestly, if you knew the actual costs of some of the things you just take for granted around you, you'd likely, quite gladly, just say no... Indeed, the individual lacks information in the first place because the rank and file would demand a fairness that they're more than willing to fairly pay for... even as their manipulators are not! Back at the ufological ranch... 

What can we do about a ridiculed ufology, given the powerful, cultural, and sociopathic forces arrayed against it? What can we do? 

Well, considering the successes of some civil suits even at the mere suggestion of civil action (busting loose some, albeit ho-hum, documents regarding the Kecksburg affair for example?)... We can, very simply stated, sue for grievances in civil court for damages incurred... damages incurred as a result of the denial of our civil right to give informed consent in a *free* society! The public is having a dangerous fraud perpetrated upon on it for reasons that are not being made evident. This is wrong. 

Now, what's that going to cost, you

Well, the first thing you have to be prepared for is that much of what you hold valuable now might be perceived later as dangerous, ignoble, or even unintelligent... childish things better put behind you... Motor cars and fast food, for instance... Hey! It's the future. ...As it has always been, we change or we die! The history of Humanity! 

Cost? ...One time at Mickey "D's"...ten bucks say. 

...If everyone in the sound of my voice gave up ten dollars to a ufological civil fund and that fund hired a cracker-jack person to organize the legal assault, we could precipitate that disclosure (we all know is a good thing even if we can't articulate why...) in a comparative eyeblink! 

The person to hire is one Daniel Sheehan, I think. Sheehan is a barrister with a proven track record of stunning successes prosecuting difficult cases against the deep state like Watergate, Wounded Knee, Karen Silkwood, Iran/Contra, Dr. John Mack, Ollie North and a host of others... His competence is more than merely vetted and his resume is spectacular. Moreover, he already has a plan for a legal assault that is irresistible because it does not have to chase a ufological quarry down the path it's on... for a loss... No, rather it flanks the problem obliquely and effectively prosecutes it from a path that runs parallel to it which is prosecutorial... where the direct approach was not, you see... 

All he needs is a grassroots effort to produce a war-chest and he's got the problem well on the way to being solved at best or most significantly addressed at worst! This thing could be done right, if we wanted to do it. We're *power* we don't use! 

It's pretty obvious that we are all in a position to start that effort at the grass roots... we are the grassroots. Do we want to do something about this? I think yes. Blissful ignorance is a myth and a very real minefield. *Knowing* is better. Then, we can build something that's real. *Real* is the best of all.

Restore John Ford. Read on