Critical Prose & Poetic Commentary regarding UFOs and their astonishing ancillaries, consciousness & conspiracy, plus a proud sufferer of orthorexia nervosa since 2005!

Saturday, December 29, 2018

...Obnoxious Conscience...


Oh, I know that I'm obnoxious. 
Sentience sometimes is. 
Seven-0, I've drawn conclusions 
the "invested" would dismiss.  
Though not a bleeding liberal, mind, 
but progressive to be sure... 
...I feel the "game's" unfairly played 
and gravid with manure!

See, a corporate's "individual," 
and very self-involved; 
it is, in fact, a personage
and treated such I'm told.  
A corporate will has further reach; 
immortal, it endures!  
Evolving to self-regulate, 
it stands apart assured.  
See, there's no one on the blame line.  
Nobody takes "the fall."  
Rampant reptiles rule the roost 
to write self-serving law.

I accept that these are "criminals."  
I accept they should be blamed 
for a lack of real innocence 
that the rest of us might claim. 
Though, mine's a sword that cuts two ways, 
and just as well for both
Who IS the primal criminal, 
and then we see the joke!

See, the *system* goes beyond its pale 
and trifles with the LIVES (!) 
of those who *inconvenience* them... 
I've learned we could despise. 
These men don't walk among us... 
abide like you and me. 
They do not fly the same blue sky 
that's free for them, you see?

They tally up their ill-got gain 
they've stolen from your children; 
ne'er hesitate to obfuscate enigma that's been building. 
THIRTY THOUSAND starve each day 
to lube these privileged lives
These are the length and breadth and depth— 
the substance, I despise. 
Point them out as you can find them—
they're the ones you should deplore! 
They've sealed the fate of one who "asked" 
...You guessed it, friend! John Ford!

You want to hear real foolishness 
you're expected to believe
The strangest thing that anyone 
could think of or conceive? 
Bad enough for one man's madness—
..."Ray" emitting toothpaste!?!
 But we're to buy that THREE conspired
that's madness in a royal state!

THREE men were that stupid
Three men "thought" that way? 
Three men left their brains at home
then thought they'd get away
Nonsense is my proffer! 
Nonsense! I decry! 
Three engaged this foolishness? 
Then pigs and monkeys fly!

I've said it since 
and I've pled in cantabile
the whole of this mess 
just defines new banality! 
I suspect it's a "...put up...," 
... elitist skulduggery
the facts of this case are insane;
 its check's rubbery!

It's a dog that won't hunt
It's a brick... shy a load
It’s a mire of "old boys,
torpedoes, and toads
Who are these *doctors* 
who claimed John "unfit"? 
Where is their consult
did they make it up quick
Let's ALL hear the TAPE 
of the "STING" operation. 
Let's ALL hear John laugh 
at the "show" they were making!

John—just keep your head; 
maintain a control. 
You'll, yet, be released 
from their cruel, unjust hole. 
You'll once again walk 
on your "canvass of streets" (!), 
stitching dark evidence into cloth from deceit? 
You'll campaign, a warrior, banishing night... 
...once again my friend; it's your honor ... your right!

Folks, we celebrate the protagonists of Miguel de Cervantes—or used to! John Ford, you are a grand bastard even as you tilted at the real dragons neatly camouflaged as those same windmills! You're not to be blamed for your victimization in any way.  You knew they were dragons all along.
Too, you thought you lived in America! We've all discovered it is not. Lately, John, even the illusion of it wears thin... Trumps casts America in an entirely new light... even if that light is a lurid green as in Steven King's Tommyknockers!
One would prefer, of course, to believe that these "machines" of local government generally act in ethical, inclusive, and evenhanded ways—but, like the infamous Suffolk County of  New York, too often they do not.  Many individuals get ground up in the Polis's gears of cruel mechanization to fuel short-term elitist goals of self-made monsters—mammals reverting back to the reptilian!  These aforementioned and caustic goals readily detract from the ethical behavior of all concerned! 
...But who does what to whom, first?
We've heard all the cloying tales of "cold fusion," "zero-point" energy capture, the "over-unity" engines, and like devices. We hear rumors of miraculous cures for incurable disease from endangered plants, or simple paints that stop all electromagnetic radiation. These enigmas are never adequately discredited, and they reappear from time to time with tantalizing and teasing regularity. All of these anomalies—UFOs and ancillaries of same—we hear about, but never quite realize? They share a characteristic, perhaps, that dooms the aforementioned elitist.
See? The aforementioned anomalies all point back to the potential for an actualization of individual autonomy and constructively dissolved, if errant, cultural boundaries. Let me say that again; they all point back to a potential actualization of more individual autonomy!
That's the key point. Punch in.
Individual autonomy is, and always has been, dangerous to the man who must keep you on his meter to keep you in control. What he'd call his daily bread. An autonomous person is not a controlled person. Does "the man" ever try to reward the use of his meter or encourage same. No. He abuses his monopoly, every time, and must be legislated to fairness. The reader remembers what's said about power corrupting...
You say individual subjugation can't happen in America? Where is America lately, reader?  Consider, a corporate leaning Supreme Court has recently assured, 5 to 4, that Corporations without equal responsibility, equal accountability, equal dependability, equal blame-ability or equal liability, can elect our leadership down to the lowest levels... to serve them. There's no lipstick for that pig.
Consequently, I don't think it likely it can happen efficiently anywhere else, anymore. Washington, Hamilton, and Jefferson et. al. wrote the rules like that from the very beginning. Take a turn through Jefferson's Federalist Papers #10, if you don't believe me. Find out the real reasons for Shay's Rebellion.
Didn't we have in 2004 a first appointed then fraudulently re-elected United States President declare that the Constitution was "...just a Goddamned piece of paper"? Yes. Yes we did. Later on we'd elect an abject life-failure, common criminal, and self-admitted sex criminal to the Nation's highest office. 
"America's spirit" has always been about protecting the 'haves' from the 'have nots'," says Dr. Michael Parenti of Harvard University. Left wing wacko? Perhaps. ....But, one with six books crammed full of primary citations determined over many years to be true in fact. Do the math, reader, and follow your heart.
Back at the ranch, John Ford would have what he does not now have: freedom, a government of fidelity, straight answers—"though heavens fall"—to the intriguing questions of our time, and the restoration of his good and honorable name! The "man" will work hard to keep these things from him, and us. ...but specifically you, reader.
And any one of our number who points a finger at John Ford in desultory, insulting, or titillating criticism points THREE fingers back at themselves. Be ashamed!  Ford's politics, manner, priority, or appearance are not the issue in this matter. His circumstances (he's cleaner than ANY of the Bushes, I'm betting, forgetting one Pee-pee Dondi), and extremely suspect incarceration, ARE.
RESTORE John Ford!

Saturday, December 15, 2018

Alternative ET

I'm 70 today, so, officially,
no one can tell me anything.

Alternative ET
by Alfred Lehmberg

...And, go!

Proudly portentous paranormal pundits propitiously self-placed and proclaiming their pompous and wholly impacted pretensions—not entirely unlike myself I'll allow—lately practice (...otherwise!) the very antithesis of what they'd preach or would seem to be preaching! This is an alliteration meant to assign the point, reader. Don't embarrass yourself not going along. Walk with me. ...Or don't.

They do this, my friend, to stop the thrust of a serious ufological penetration into that which unavoidably IS, in and of itself (the UFO), so these work to deter that penetration with "mechanisms of a new duplicity" ...fend off that same thrust. Create new dodges, only! ...Foment new misdirections, verily... ...while presuming to be doing anything but, ...even to the cruel antithesis, reader, as I've written before!

Now—now, everything is on the table. This is understood. Time runs short in an ironic cosmological sense. The Kingdom is at hand for all. No, really. That's this writer's intuition. 

Onward, even beginning to go "heavy-handed" into the discussion, I tire more and more of just "pussy-footing" around, eh? You know ...masking intent and assertion in words of consideration and affable collegiality... pearls before swine? Mostly.

"Bull in a china shop" becomes increasingly more justified, it appears. On the horizon, one sees the raised flags of cut-throats and other persons otherwise opposed by the likes of a wholly lucid Russell Brand

Brand has a point. We could do a lot better. No apologies here. That guy's spot on.

Are the "cutthroats" closer than the horizon? I feel the need to inspect my own judicious collection of edged literary weaponry...  ...But back at the Uforia ranch...

So... be it resolved and "Considered," then, but that we have Chrono-terrestrials, Dimensio-terrestrials, Intra-terrestrials, Extra-terrestrials, Crypto-terrestrials, Inter-terrestrials, Intel-terrestrials, Outré-terrestrials... (smoke break) jinns, affrites, and water-nixies... trolls, faeries, and gnomes... angels and demons: on and on and into a veritable smorgasbord of fuzzy choices in... "speculative indistinctness" ...fore and aft on a fractal paranormal line, without regard to what the "other" could be... so, neatly masking or avoiding the "dreaded concept" that there is an "other" there, at all, by virtue of that indistinctness!  Plausible deniability. Presto and the other can be dismissed to a "discredited incredible." ...Nothing to see here. ...Move along. Wait? What?

We are cowards, in the aggregate, in this regard! When we make something conceptually dismissable by virtue of a fog we produce ourselves, we begin to allow too easily for a balm of pervading dismissal, at all. "Slippery slopes" and all that. We assume blinders, gladly, so as to not have to re-do work errantly thought done. Lazy. Complacent. This writer could add fat, drunk, and stupid for cultural reference. That we've work to do is clear. Russell gets it.

Cue the hopeful music...

One is all you need...

There is hope, eh? Given seven strong categories of compelling evidence. How could there not be? Harsh honesty with self and the smallest humility with regard to same allow for humble subordination to the potentialities of all of space/time. Then we have cake.

The increasingly accepted fractal reality empowering historic "smart money" makes clear that we're likely not the center jewel in creation's crown, either reader, and certainly not the sharpest knife in the cosmic drawer! We're somewhere in a smear of universal entelechy and well-to-avoid any hubris as to our position on that smear... 

Could our complacent ambivalence to this fact be fueled by the indisputable knowledge of ourselves at our worst, and dread the more powerful *other* for that reason? Could they ...would they... be as bad as we have been? [shudder!]

By way of example and on the subject of this "avoidance" of the other (some might say "denial") alluded to, it is similarly performed when some of these aforementioned pundits celebrate the term "UAP," prefer it to the term "UFO." The "UAP," revealed here as just another fractious noise distracting from the perceivable signal, illustrates a case in point.

"Unidentified Aerial Phenomena," or its simulacrum, replacing "Unidentified Flying Object" is, at root I suspect, only that "coward's concept" alluded to earlier... allowing—surreptitiously and fallaciously, reader—for essential "human singularity" in the vast universe... and "plausible deniability" of the ufological... in one swell foop (sic)! We're consolingly alone in the vastness.

How? Solid *objects* decidedly trump an ephemeral *Phenomena*, you see? ...Can't have that!

Consider, a "UAP" is something that does not have to be physically there at all, in the first place, and if there in the second? Well, it can be written off easily as "ball-lightning" and "sleep paralysis" dismissed with all the other birds, bursts, bolides, boosters, and balloons of your garden-variety intellectual coward suggested, awash in his unjustified hubris' cognitive dodge! Hands washed! Cognitive dissonances all accounted for! Psychological adjustments made! Suffocating "Stasis" preserved. Deep breath!

Now, a UFO, as an OBJECT, on the other hand, suggests something may actually be there (the *other*!), and that idea must be discarded, with its acronym, as intellectually *scary*... psychologically aberrant and pathologically abhorrent... out of hand! Not to suit! "There are no UFOs, because there CAN'T be UFOs." Neatly tied, that knot. Not.

As a consequence of this strange cognitive dissonance not allowing for more than "one frog" in a pretty vast pond, one vastly vast and exceeding all vastness... vastnesses more vast than one can even imagine a vast vastness of vastnesses... to be... We can embrace a heat-death and beyond? Hope. Imagination. Ascent.

Well, these already mentioned pundits faux-propitiously proclaim their strained hubris, gladly! Everything stops in entropy's heatlessness. All consciousness ceases. Even God dies. 

Perhaps. Only, this old writer's experience is that all that is but pride, pride yet to fall.

In an unbrave scientistic (sic) wallow they become irrelevant, self-sustaining, and self-rationalizing paradigms enthralled by their own code-worded insentience. They are busily, gleefully, and gladly prosecuting same... in abstruse extremis... like discredited Ptolemaics trying to make their ignorantly twisted if observed mechanics of an Earth-centered universe work on paper, and succeeding far too long... to our dysfunction and defeat, right now! 

Moreover, many of these pundits, thereby, only seem to be about providing reasons to stop looking for an *other* altogether... and get on with their business as usual: shallow scientistic (sic) sensibilities setting themselves up as the default arbiter of precepts and observations admittedly outside their scope, purview, or review! Out-of-the-box precepts and obvious observations are ignored by science even by its own gleeful admission! Precepts and observations denied the most cursory evaluation! WTF! 

Glibly pronouncing on what they refuse to honestly investigate, in a nutshell. Rupert Sheldrake gets it.

How is an institution of servant science even allowed this unscientific attitude? See, scattering attention on a plethora of contrived potential *others* can be used, reader, as a device facilitating an errantly forced admission, eventually, that the *other* must not exist at all, perhaps, producing the opportunity for continued denial and even dismissal of same. I suspect this is the case.

Verily, after one eliminates the demons and angels... the gnomes, faeries, and trolls... the water-nixies, affrites, outré-terrestrials, and jinns... in turn wades the sucking mire of Chrono-terrestrials, Dimensio-terrestrials, Intel-terrestrials, Intra-terrestrials, and inter-terrestrials... why... is there any investigative moxie remotely left for crypto-terrestrials and Extra-terrestrials? Does the reader see this Meme death by purposed diffusion? There are no UFOs because there are no demons and angels... gnomes, faeries, and trolls... water-nixies, affrites, outré-terrestrials, and jinns... Chrono-terrestrials, Dimensio-terrestrials, Intel-terrestrials, Intra-terrestrials, and Inter-terrestrials... That's science?

I submit that this mechanism of Meme Diffusion is just a more current flavor of "klasskurtxianism," merely—every bit a misdirecting acquiescence to the "open-minded" side of the aisle (so to speak)—and a loss leader, reader... ...a pretense that the "end of ufological denial"—and other iterated cognitive dis-associations too assiduously prosecuted by these self-same pundits—are taken into account! They are not. They. Are. Not!

No, these retreat to a niggard's institutional defilade if their heavens start to fall... and fall their heavens must. Our species' future is pinned to it, is this writer's intuition!

Columbus was a lie. Still waffling on the existence of the *other* is a lie too, and resented just as much.

The *other* remains, whatever its provenance, genesis, Gnosis, or manifestation—or howsomever these are argued and discarded and then argued again making issues even more indistinct. This "other" is in no way obviated or dissolved with our contrived and interpretive (inventive!) distractions regarding class driven speculations on how it interprets its own existence in what is very naively called—and with zero practical experience but unwarranted hubris—the "real world." It exists, I suspect, apart from all that, a truth in a cowardly fog we continue to unbravely produce, ourselves. We can do better than that. 

We will do better than that, or perish squealing like Ned Beatty's pig... ...but let's enjoy the holidays.

Monday, December 03, 2018

Karmic Impact


For a moment the clouds were an unsullied white, 
even shadows... a silver brightness.  
Too, the smell of sweet Earth promised looming rebirth—
if rushed, so before, "Karmic rightness."* 

These too early timings of scents and Earth colors... 
...bespeaks to an arduous future discovered? 
A "physical" non-mystical?  Some "impermissible" statistical? 
...Made worse by self-interested—importuningegotisticals?

Still, birds fly in twos all a' squabble, absolved—
What's real for them is enough.
On the strength of their genes,
they don't find it obscene 
to revel their feelings. Real *stuff*.

The sky is a veil, the deepest of blues; 
washboard-like clouds are as harp strings
they're listening now as these clouds moan and sing. 

This song of the Earth who has watched come and go 
many traces of life—truly more than we know! 
...A song with its "treble" so deep in our "bass"? 
It's as "over your head" as it's "up in your face"!

This is the world some pretend *understood*. 
This is the world that we're "taught" is not *good*. 
This is the planet we sully in ignorance; 
this is a planet we treat with belligerence. 

Why... this is a planet infested with parasite; 
ignorant memes with an odorous blight! 
Small in all memory, ever shorter in mind, 
contriving to cheat hapless folk it's consigned?

Call me crazy, lacking relevance ... but there's "stuff" in our skies 
that the man is disposed from! He demures; wonder why!
Consider the man who officiates "muckery"
and sense a salvation well-masked by his ƒüÇk€®ý!

Whenever that's happened? ...From our dimmest hoary past? 
Then there's something he's been hiding, and we find out at the last
...Like "fossil fuels" to help him keep your neck beneath his foot
See, forget the "better battery," it's preferred you're "underfoot."

It's the corporate boys at Burger King, 
in need of fresh lucre—to live like old kings— 
though millions will suffer producing the beef... 
that are "burgers and fries" for your Friday night's *treat*.

These are the guys, then, befouling the temples 
they've built from the sweat of your brow. 
These are the guys who've hidden real secrets 
recovered at last, about now?

These are the guys who can look in their skies 
and *know* they're the "favorite of God" to survive! 
These are the guys who are living sweet lives 
while producing their jealous God's nod I despise!

These are the guys, I entreat, I implore! 
These are those threatened ...by our own Johnny Ford!

...And the sky gives up no warning of a coming time of strife 
for those who think John rabble... ...bet your money—bet your life! 
John Ford is not the charlatan; he's a "straight-up dude" instead, 
and in truth, he's lost just everything …likely wishing he was dead.

"Heat a frog in water…"
They miscalculated with John—John started to hop before the water got too hot! They had to spank him. This is an easy accomplishment for those without a conscience, those too conveniently conflicted by a misunderstood Machiavelli or misinterpreted Darwin... ...those at the receiving end of a cultural largess they become accustomed to as a right. An errantly justified imposition of the divine right of kings... wrong then, wrong now.
See, "Devine Right" is bat cack! Devine right is by no means a right! This is because it is NOT right, bunky—shallow klasskurtxian swine! Beslubbering cant-monger. Infectious ill-breeder. Clown of intellectuality! Stop any internal dialogue. Don't dare to defend a divine right to me! 
I'd live to see the last *priest* twitching at the end of a long rope made from the entrails of the last *king*! Precious little hyperbole there, reader.
...See, you just don't get to live in a manner enjoyed by the *nobility* when there is just one person you have to impose upon, unasked and mal-informed, to maintain your *lifestyle*. Who pays so you can play? 
The heeded answer to that question will get your mind right again, pilgrim. Hell, it's all evil from bananas to soccer balls—through running shoes and a bogus food pyramid. It doesn't have to be that way. It matters. It all matters. You should have to pay to play.
Living a lie takes its toll, doesn't it. Physically, mentally, spiritually... "Satisfactually" (sic). Don't pretend to argue.
Unappreciated tolls of extreme insentience include the obligatory "driving away" (the reader would be driven away!) of *those* who are suggested by Dr. Drake's completely shocking, but illuminating equation. That equation makes us suspect! That equation suggests it's us so repellent. That equation implies we're quarantine-able? 
Truly, our complacent denial of that equation makes us unworthy of the tiniest concern or remotest consideration by *those suggested*... What would we do with regard to a confrontation with ourselves, one wonders. Our history as regards our encountering one another is something less than optimum.
Finally, our complacency will most certainly lead to an eventual despair as we are reviled and left alone to stew in our own toxic, ironically self-inflicted, juices... ...you know? That hell on Earth we seem hell-bent upon legislating for ourselves?! Verily, we won't be ALLOWED off-planet given our psychopathic monkey-behaviors! 
Truth revealed? Sarcastic circuitry meltdown is narrowly averted, at last?
"Bother," said Pooh... ...they may even steer a big asteroid down the throat of our greedy gravity well just to put us out of our obnoxious misery!
Restore John Ford! It'll lessen Karmic impact later on, I suspect.

*Spring came early, and it was unsettling for that... like it feared the coming summer...

Grok In Fullness


Errol Bruce-Knapp, of UFO UpDates, Strange Days — Indeed, the Virtually Strange Network... ...and the coiner of the expression &qu...