Friday, February 16, 2018

Heating Frogs

It comes to me, now, just all at once; I've been too nice with you! Please! Reiterate your "wounded" lost respect. You'd sneer faux-schadenfreude, then presume that you'd done penance. All you were, were frightened kiddies turning into your own parents!

You whimpered dreading whistles passed your existential graveyards, and you pumped inflated hubris' conceit. Your arrogance was baseless based on privilege and convenience. Your fires grew your shadows! You'd keep them small in weakness.

Though,  this is not a good thing and is quite apart from sane.  Some change, indeed's, required, am I right?  Just as toilets need their flushing, some "traditions" need their pruning; a "changelessness" is static death! Extinction's, ever, looming!*

See, the truthful, gone ignored, will grow too large to hide before you, so the hammers of your gods begin their swing? Remember, you had had your chance... if college was your luck, but you only wanted  "payoff" so your "college" blew. It sucked.

You did, indeed in fact, learn nothing of a world beyond your senses, a world real in nameless shadows unperceived. Potential opportunities are but from the Shadows drawn; so, one makes their fires bigger... but you knew that all along.

For all pontificaters, or your harshest blithe conservative, for all those stuffy nose-up false pretenders: The class you so desire wouldn't have you on a bet! You see, if YOU were there, you'd take THEIR place; but you don't get that yet!

It's why the tree called "Knowledge" and her sister tree named "Life," those trees in "perfect" Eden—out of bounds?  A "gang" of Gods forbade them when they said, as much, themselves... we could "live," like them, to "know," be, then... ...Gods as well!

...And that is why you won't see "Godhood," know life beyond a moment, see spacetime grow and swell... its cosmic flowers. Consciousness a flicker and at destination reached? The truth still well before you... well beyond what you'd beseeched...

The Gods then, ever laughing, cast aspersions knowing privilege, knowing gifts they could bestow our conscious minds. Jealous of their treasures and protective of their privilege, they are the spitting image of their makers, so offensive.

Contrived, the rules, control the "gravid" masses! The rules are then their servants ... do their bidding. So tell me you're OK with all their crass manipulation. Tell me that this feels good, this slowest strangulation...

Heat a frog in water, slowly inching up degrees… Heat too quick; the frog gets wise and hops! Heat the frog just slow enough…and watch it not get shook.  See, the frog will stay there floating 'til he croaks his last and cooks!

Abide the autocratic—at your peril—with indifference! It won't be long they've made their way to you. Where's respect/consideration then, when you're the one who needs it! That slope to hell is paved with oil, and still, we'd lube and grease it!

Don't tell me that your church can see the truest demons clearly. Don't tell me that there's nothing in my sky! Don't tell me the police are even-handed—non-diseased—when their records are completely filled with Sodom-sans-surcease!

...Yet, still, we have potential... ...and a "better's" never been! We can talk out loud and clear ...until we're heard?  Will huge machines arrive perforce to grind us up to gristle... ...when one points out hypocrisies, rings a bell, or blows a whistle?

Advising intuition will ensure this not be so. Our masses have salvation made, Ourselves.  Looms, at last, concrescence and a yet unguessed on fate.  All "trends" straight up, we're rocket-borne, ourselves?  We recreate!

Some won't want to hear it... ...that it all comes down to them. They just don't want to hear they're on the blame line! But there's payin' for the playin'... ...which comes due... we don't know when… and it may be that they're prayin' for... some chance... to try again?

God might be up for a "do-over," as unlikely as that should be.

I'm asked, "If you think things are so much better "now" than they were "then," why are you still bumping your gums"?

Simply? Because *things* could so EASILY be... so much better... still, forgetting this current tendency to backslide to hyper-androcracy, hyper-autocracy, and hyper-hypocrisy! Contemplate theocracy... 

...But you have to give up, seriously give in—to get real.  See, we never get to the destinations of our imaginations... but we can still enjoy and be enlivened by "points of interest" along the way!  The only important thing? The single thing that matters? 

The quality of our associations on that path at hand. Love is all there is at the end, in fact all there ever was in an existential chaos turning on a dime but keeping change... where we're all we have and still refuse one another a requisite kindness. All acquisition, arrogance, and hubris deserts its adherent,  scurrying like faithless cowards to cloistered corners fecund with their shallow and pathetic spoor. 

A spot-on Robert Anton Wilson, on his deathbed, was not wrong on this point.  I say true. Read on.


*You think it's not?

Friday, February 09, 2018

Exposing A Pretender's Pawl

Jerry Cohen — 
Exposing A Pretender's Pawl
by Alfred Lehmberg

A "pawl" is a notched wheel that is designed to allow mechanical movement in only one trip-hammered direction. One finds them employed in the heavy industrial all the way to the works of clocks and watches. Now, consider the mechanism of skepticism: logic and science as procedural pawls ratcheting the enlightenment of our threatened species... and, what ho! Revealed! Our malicious faux-skeptic's "pawl," a turbid mass of unjustified arrogance and unearned hubris moreover, operating in reverse, of course! 

It's a mockery of a "catch in our cultural wheel" that by definition would otherwise ratchet 'forward' and not allow for the backsliding slip to a previous unenlightened position... then locked there. Clearly, touted phony Wars of pecuniary convenience for "Coal, Christmas, and Christianity" must give way to the very real wars on data following science, efficacious intelligence, and our most valuable if squandered quality... human imagination.  

The CSI (That Center for the Silly and Insentient Commitment of Obdurate Persons) is ever realizing its eventual recognition and righteous identification as a hindrance to total human advancement, a barrier to its efficacious progression, and as an organization toxic to what may be a more creatively efficacious intelligence derided... and even a general quality of satisfied life. ...At least as regards UFOs... ...and that must taint their initiatives elsewhere! Sloppy is as sloppy does, and they've been very sloppy with regard to UFOs.

The CSI is a mocking ratchet in reverse, in the aggregate. It is an attempted slide to a previously held position and then locked there awaiting another opportunity for a subsequent regressive slip. That's this writer's perception... 

CSICOP's days are numbered... even if it is, still, and very unfortunately, a big number. Humility will win out over hubris as it often does. The reader can take heart in that.

Still, like a more porcine Rush Limbaugh of the counter-paranormal, the CSI ignores the facts, creatively spins the evidence, and discounts the proof embraced by institutions, individuals, or ideas contrary to its own on the subject of UFOs. The preceding could be an essay map. Verily, it lacks the consistency it would otherwise demand in others and it prosecutes its very canted agenda in a decidedly one-sided manner. Examples?

It embraces intellectual, "think cloak" fallacies like "extraordinary claims requiring extraordinary evidence..." ...which is only a clever dodge to ensure a CSI controlled level of evidence that is constantly raising its own bar. Goalposts can be kept on greased coasters.

Additionally, it employs "Occam's razor," (a cant to the simplest explanation possible) which is used to justify 'BALLOONS' for hovering objects not shot down in a hail of antiaircraft fire over Los Angeles in 1942, 'BIRDS AND BOLIDES' for 21 hours of continuous UFO activity in West Virginia circa 1952, and 'VENUS' for a huge triangular craft witnessed by hundreds (and five counties of police officers) over southern Illinois in 1991... These are an iceberg's tip in the way of examples.

If the reader has the slightest doubt regarding the preceding they only have to take an enjoyably informative gander at Jerry Cohen's very excellent website at and compare it with the all-proclamation-and-churlish-pronouncements, whiningly pontificated at the CSI site found at Here's a man to reinstall your disingenuous and suspect pawl. 

Cohen deconstructs the CSI at every turn he takes, rationally negates many of the CSI's easy ufological presumptions (blighting the rest), and invalidates, magnificently (with some humor and a dash of appropriate sarcasm), the presumed charter and even mandate of the CSI's core organization. Don't take my word for it. Go see for yourself. The dragon, if not dead, lies dying with Cohen's lance in its chest!

Mr. Cohen is old guard (...been around and diligently researching for years), but he is descriptive of an evolving breed of ufologist that uses the opposition's own arguments as evidence of that opposition's fallaciousness. Mr. Cohen refreshingly goes, unlike the CSI, where the data leads. Rare bird, THAT.

Moreover, he clearly provides citation along with his rational progressive thinking in a hyper-textual manner that balances both sides of the contentious argument. This is the complete antithesis of the CSI.

Finally, he makes it transparently obvious that our cultural deck is sullenly stacked by an officious mainstream devoid of the same veracity that it demands of its hapless adherents. Does it not make it measurably more clear with its sullen intransigence and academic betrayals that, not only are we not in "Kansas" anymore, good reader, maybe we were never in "Kansas", at all!

Read on.



"If one pays attention, not only does one never step into the same river twice, one never steps in the same river, once." Terence McKenna