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Monday, September 12, 2022

September 12th, 1952!

Seconds from the playground and all history...

September 12th, 1952! 

by Alfred Lehmberg


On September 12th we will have reached an inauspicious and regrettable anniversary for America. It is not a nice anniversary. It's a lot more nuanced than that. 

The reader must, unfortunately, if constructively, wade a tedious mire, an unsettled swamp in 70 years of societal cowardice, homocentric hubris, scientistic (sic) timidity, corporate treachery, social infidelity, and the clutching embrace of our own enforced cosmic mediocrity so seemingly sought... all this forecasts a coming judgment. Not the judgment of some jealous God, no! This would be a judgment or judgments we'd be making ourselves... as ever and always. The writer writes in the spirit of gods manufactured to do the manufacturer's bidding and something to which responsibility can be shunted when the manufacturer is out of his depth. God's will.

We choose this. It is a choice made every year. It’s a bad choice. We can make better choices.

On the aforementioned date in 1952, there arrived the conclusion of what must be the most tumultuously far-reaching affair of our time or any other time! This affair, dwarfing all other affairs handily and effortlessly, is an affair at once and simultaneously giving opportunity for our self-aware species to know a past, secure a present, and prepare for our looming future. That’s how big it truly is. Only, we blew it then, will be the assertion... as we’ll blow it... now?

This hugely colossal affair in 1952 was called the “Summer Of Saucers.” This particular summer earned its unsettling name by hosting so many civilian and military close encounters with UFOs flying unwelcome into those self-same prohibited military or civil airspaces… and even impinging on the airspace over the Capital (!), that a United States President would order them shot down using extreme prejudice in the interests of our National security! Besides that? The military would have wanted one of those things. Perhaps securing same? ...We digress.

This “Summer Of Saucers” was a summer of our state-of-the-art jet aircraft inexplicably falling out of the sky, fully fueled and armed, to cause massive collateral damage on the ground. A school was hit and one heavy sedan in another area was launched for a city block by a crashing military aircraft into other cars and storefronts! Moreover? Aircraft were launched after UFOs that did not return. Brave sacrificed pilots, pilots later discovered extant by one Frank C. Feschino Jr., were denied by military officiality as having ever even existed!

Frank C. Feschino Jr,
author of The Braxton County Monster,
and without whom, his initiative and due diligence, America's airwar with ET
would have been entirely, even purposely, forgotten.

UFOs… (the term UAP is condemned as a facilitator for non-constructive cognitive dissonance on the subject and will not be used!). UFOs of the modern era would be dismissed in print and by scientific officiality as a nothing-burger every time any interest, caused by mass sightings or other high strangeness, was raised in that critical mass of interested persons. Where are we served pouring water on this stuff, every time?

We are not served! By way of example, the edifice of Science itself takes one below the waterline, muffing and waffling through its lackluster inquiry into UFOs... something the "smart money" won't touch with a ten-foot pole.

Every UFO wave since the middle of last century has ended up as roundly debunked, discredited, catcalled, and disgraced… eagerly misidentified by professional negativists and their official noisome naysayers as a mass hysteria, hysteria only ever facilitated and/or fomented by what this writer has coined as the “M-Cubed” crowd: those Misleading the Misled and the Mentally ill. These “miscreants, mysticals, and misanthropes” are the root cause, we're advised, for the dismissals and disassociations by a lauded and respectable science... and are (neatly!) the true creative engines of the lunacy, you see? 

It would be these who are conflating birds, bolides, boosters, blimps, and balloons (swamp gas, fairies, and water nixies!) into the conjectured "occupied craft from other worlds and star systems" about which these obsess… This is what your anxious negativist and reflex reductionist will disingenuously advise. 

September 12, 1952, a day that could live in infamy. Sincerely. 

See, this was the day, seven decades ago now (if becoming more relevant with each passing moment—check the news reflecting current mass public interest in the ufological!) that was the end, officially, of humankind’s admitted if undeclared air war with ET, a war raging surreptitiously since the President had given his order. Almost lost to time. 

This end was heralded by an obviously distressed UFO landing on the property of one West Virginia farmer whose land was neatly bordering the town of Flatwoods in that State, the State’s dead center! A group of boys were playing football in a nearby school playground at dusk on a warm Indian summer night...

Landing on the far side of a small hill out of sight, and then disgorging some weird robot thing hissing noxious gases and hovering about the area, it terrified that small crowd of boys and young adults collected by them to investigate the landing. It would cause a significant and ongoing media brou-ha, and despite being covered at the time by the likes of legendary para-literary heavyweights Gray Barker, Ivan T. Sanderson, John Keel and Donald Keyhoe, the thread of a single sensical could just not be found tying the whole thing together. 

This was before the release of the Project Blue Book files of that specific time… that is. After that, Frank Feschino was able to put together a pretty good case for the infamous Flatwoods Monster of yore on the 12th being something else altogether. Evidence suggests a downed alien aviator. This being's craft was conjectured shot down as a result of furious aerial activity precisely at that time… as multitudes of UFOs and the American jets launched to shoot them down on Presidential orders, leaped and danced in what one Blue Book Chief wrote were “lurid duels of death.”

We should take a moment to allay a reader’s concern with regard to the potentiality of a space traveler able to navigate the distance between star systems as having a technology that must be capable of precluding any threat from mere human offensive weapons. That MAY be true! It remains to be seen, based, as it is, on "invulnerable UFOs" as conjectured if unsupported supposition only surmised. Zero facts. This writer has had other experiences.

The military jets employed to shoot those UFOs down by Executive Order harbored quick-running ballistic rockets tipped with proximity fused warheads holding ten pounds of high explosive. These were fire-controlled by nascent flight computers of the time, and they were deadly. Designed to shoot down flights of Soviet Bombers by sailing into their midst and salvoing dozens of these missiles at them, any one of these was capable of bringing the Soviet bomber down, all by itself! This writer has fired hundreds of them from attack helicopters. They pack a decided punch.

The reader can only speculate on what weapon defeating alien tech these aliens might have at their disposal, but this writer KNOWS that ten pounds of high explosive arriving at perhaps the speed of sound on the skin of your spaceship is really going to complicate your spaceship’s protective physics. Then, there is the documented evidence of that conflict.

"Lurid duels of death"… this writer suspects that mere lurid is not the half of it. It will be a lot more tragic than mere "lurid." See, this might be one of those days where we reason out that we've abdicated our collective self-respect, turned our collective backs on futures looming on us like freight trains, and so denied, then, the fulsome aspects of a realizable and achievable existentiality based on the embrace of ourselves, finally, as our own possible salvation… the only one truly there at all, to achieve a realizable gylany, perhaps, as a human species; we could aspire to learn, know, live, and love… in all sincerity! 

This is out there. That "kingdom" always professed at hand and in reach... in reach and at handThis writer’s eye to the reader’s own. ...But we digress, again.

September 12, 1952, this was a period of furious and sustained aerial activity, to which we have already alluded, 21 continuous hours and some minutes, time sustained by numerous sightings and landings of UFOs in various spots surrounding Flatwoods… forgetting activity on all three United States Coasts down into Florida and… well, lurid indeed. Most of the activity condensed down to the last few minutes.  Lurid as a result of denial, obfuscation, and their attendant self-betrayal… of these occurrences. Brave men flew into the teeth of the wholly unknown as was pointed out in a link above, remember. 

See, and the writer will make this point again  (it’s the theme, really), that if we had but faced our fear, our cowardice, our complacency, our indifference, and our bad faith 70 years ago, we would be 70 years ahead on this “the rest of the universe” thing and, this writer is betting, BE those dollars to donuts ahead… space farers maybe even making the asteroid belt into a living ring around our star—humanity... getting started on being a first category civilization instead of the sub-category civilization we ape currently, one still huffing plant flatulence from the carboniferous age when we could be getting every erg of needed energy, like plants do… from the sun, for free. Humanity believes itself to be smarter than plants...

September 12th, 1952… the Flatwoods Monster is born to terrify, vex, overcomplicate, and exacerbate a media frenzy that lasted for months, and, all thanks only to Frank Feschino, to this day! The startling event would draw attention from all over the world as far away as Japan! One heavy battalion of the American Army infantry (and one loaded for prepared bear!) was dispatched to the Flatwoods area for cleanup… one would argue that all this would seem an extreme reaction to some hillbilly kids and their mom being scared by a barn owl at night in the dark, dark woods, as the haughty hubristic and wholly homocentric skeptibunkies and denialists would have it…  

The Braxton County Monster, the Green Monster, the Flatwoods Monster… is sold by the too casual as a single story in and of itself, but that is not accurate. These are but the inconclusive end of a much bigger story where we have un-bravely sought new and more "acceptable" answers to this enormity, just as we have refused to face the answers before us and extant in their regard, already there. 

We are not alone. The first of us are boggled! Most get over it.

September 12th, 1952! Seven decades spawning three generations of sturdy human beings. These are human beings, singular in aspect and philosophy, who would have never known a time when they thought humanity was alone in a universe of increasing vastness and strangeness! This will be a vastness and strangeness SO vast and SO strange that imagination CAN be stunned to incredulity in the cosmic enormity of it all… at first! ...But only at first.

That’s where we could be: three generations of humanity already embroiled in what is likely going to have to be accepted as reality eventually, anyway. This writer has lived through each of those generations, and each, the writer offers, would have been able to accept it more or less easily… and would be improved is the overpowering intuition, in the open-endedness of it. What would convince the writer of all this? Only that which we've already conceived entirely out of our own... what can only be imagined as currently limited... imaginations.

Then? Then, like any child growing into new experiences, we’d find out… …maybe burn ourselves on the “stove” of a cosmic kitchen or cut ourselves on some new kind of “knife” in drawers currently beyond imagination or understanding… “learn,” in other words… but this writer suspects we’d do it as a united humanity realizing we’re the stranger in the strange room—to at last see fellow humans as fellow humans without regard to irrelevances like skin color or sexual preference, sex, religious creed, or political affiliation! 

All of that dissolves to smoke and broken mirrors as we embrace humanity in the presence of other races of beings, friend AND foe… to provide a salvation to humanity that it only ever provided for itself, anyway… credit otherwise ever shunted to and excused as coming from the good graces of some bearded white guy, above… only, we provided it at the start. ...This writer has read that if God is required for your good behavior? You’re just a bad dog on a leash.

Reader, and once again eye to eye with this writer when our eyes are on the same words now smeared before us across time and space, know THIS! Humanity has a bountiful plethora and fulsome cornucopia of that which it can be proud, and obviously! Know this to be entirely true at all consequent indices and on all substantive levels. ...That is precisely the problem, this writer suspects and fears. 

For in that pride is also found the toxic arrogance, the baseless hubris, the unjustified pride of unearned egotism provoking narcissism, and that juvenile conceit provoking self-serving inapt social malfeasances! ...Not a good look for a species. We can’t sell that kind of unaccountability to ET; it’s rot too quick to stink! Obviate the rot to have them land forthwith, this writer suspects!

September 12th, 1952? The "admission," then... an official disclosure... disclosure that we are not alone in the universe… along with, of course, the admonition that no untoward threat has been imposed by these "others," or has not been imposed with regard to them, for what has perhaps been many thousands of years… humanity could have been changed on a cellular level, most likely for the better, this writer suspects, with that official disclosure. 

Regardless, if we’d faced this in 1952 (where we’re going to have to face something like this given any current events seeming revelatory!) we would be three generations to the stars… instead of the pre-category civilization we’ve limped to become… 

...And with God removed, unrequired, from our human equation? We’ve nothing and no one to blame but ourselves. That's all we've ever had to blame. One wonders what Gods ET has manufactured to do its bidding.

Verily, we exist presently on the crest of a wave signifying a current interest in the ufological. This is that crest aforementioned, provoked by mass interest. The usual procedure is to fan the existential flames while mixing in damp-matter debunkeries, skepto-logical “imbalances,” irrelevant comparisons and grasping scatologies, and other worried argle-bargles... your balm for cognitive dissonances, the excuse to return to the same attitudinal complacencies, succoring cognitive dissonances, and rank intellectual cowardices… as has been performed since September 12th, 1952. It’s a choice. Heaven or Hell. We can make either or both, remember, and have been, since that first one of us became human.

September 12th, 1952. That was one of the days we stood on the lip of eternity, gazed into its unavoidable depths—had it gaze back—  but passed entirely upon our likely efficacious progression into it... to miss one of those looming trains we alluded to earlier. 

Remains: we’re our own proof of the “other”, and we can use that knowledge to legitimize the sincere search for same! A legitimate look for what MUST be just "new people across the gulf"... of space. Currently, science just pronounces on what it refuses to investigate honestly. We haven’t been, and we must. The toddler has to leave the crib eventually. We could have been seventy years out of it, now. Where will we be 70 years from today?


...Then try to ignore the indisputable fact that whole booming divisions of near infinite, so incalculable, multi-Dimensional vastnesses are spreading and sailing and blooming around you in a slow explosion of fusion magics and eldritch exotic elementals!

Ignore a myriad panoply of vast cosmic artifacts churning, boiling, and weaving hysterically without seeming plan but for ultimate novelty and the unknowable existential...

Ignore realized and idealized chaos where past, present, and future, based on arbitrary relative velocities...are one...

...Ignore raw expanses, near infinite themselves, which are installed in chartless tracts existing then and now, and then ignore this fulmination of the insistent corporeal into these futures unnamed and unnameable...

Ignore space-times and surface areas stranger than _can_ be known, beyond all imagination, and apart from any supposition...

...Ignore heaven AND hell, reader, that long smear painted between them, that unknowable enormity between enlightened understanding and flummoxed incredulity...

...Ignore, finally, all manner of intelligent representation reflected betwixt beatific expressions of graced intelligence... all the way to slack-jawed expressions of drooling fools barely self-aware... full stop! Breathe.

...All of that can be hidden, reader, behind just one small grain of sand held at arm's length, 'twixt thumb and forefinger, anywhere in a 24-hour sky! No thing is impossible in this immensity! No thing is preposterous having the tiniest shred of the remotest possibility in this witheringly abstruse expanse of stunning potentiality! All that can be conjectured and then the much vaster amount... ...NOT! Not impossible at all. Little is. Very little...

Happened. Happening. Will happen. That is the potentiality of time and space. See? There's more.

...In an amount equal to outer spacetime and surface-area described above, there is that which is reflected in inner space, too. Endlessnesses are wrapped in infinity and then folded into an eternity of mind, the Koch's Curve of reality in both directions... and in what directions not sensed or even conjectured. ...As above so below, eh? As below, so above!

...Another full stop! Then...

...There, at the hub of all of that... at dead center ...stands the conscious observer. You!

At the center of all that is possible; however, inarguably meager the individual's senses are... and intimating a predicted shallowness of craft or capability possessed (?), one's shallow evaluation of their own dull organic sensory array must suffice... that consciousness of self-awareness, must persist. So, where's it writ large that monkeys making mouth noises, or scratching imperfect symbols insentiently in their canted and self-serving histories, can grok the big picture... ...but that we'll try?

We choose, or not. It's on us! Entirely!


Post Script...

The 70th Anniversary of the
"Flatwoods Monster" Incident

It was seventy years ago today on September 12, 1952 when one of the world's biggest news stories gripped the world after a terrifying UFO/alien encounter occurred in Flatwoods, West Virginia. This was a case involving a downed UFO and its alien occupant, which became known as the "Flatwoods Monster" incident. It involved a 12-foot-tall armor-clad being. This being was encountered by a group of unsuspecting Flatwoods townspeople, including 2 adults and several children. This terrifying "close encounter of the third kind" quickly made headlines across the globe, was talked about, effusively, on the radio and TV, and was featured one week later on a nationally broadcasted live TV program named, "We The People." Mysteriously, this long-running popular TV talk show was suddenly canceled after the episode following the "Flatwoods Monster" airing! Curious!

Yet, even though the popularity and fame of the "Flatwoods Monster" had risen quickly in the public eye, there was a dark downside to the story as well! Government intelligence agencies had covertly stepped into the picture, kept a watchful eye over the unfolding situation, quickly worked to diffuse it while skeptics had a field day in debunking the story. In the years that followed, the "Flatwoods Monster" appeared in several books and countless newspaper articles around the world but the inconsistencies in reporting the incident abounded and became horrendous early on, abiding even today! The witnesses were constantly misquoted and the incident was heavily bowdlerized and contrived to seem highly doubtful.

The government's official explanation reported that the incident was caused by a passing "fireball meteor" and the witnesses probably misinterpreted the tall "so-called monster" as a "barn owl" perched high on a tree branch at dusk! Not true on any level! This "monster" incident, as well as many other UFO cases during the 1952 "Summer of the Saucers" had the American public panicked because UFO sightings were at a historical high over the country that year! Here, the cover-up of this alien encounter was determined as necessary by the government and actions to squash it were quickly and covertly implemented. Mass hysteria was indeed avoided!

Subsequently, the "Flatwoods Monster" case was on the way to becoming a mere West Virginia myth of sketch-less folklore. As time passed, the skeptics continued to have a field day in reporting their absurd explanations of the incident, thus making the story even more convoluted, far-fetched and unbelievable. As a result, the majority of the public didn't believe the tale, the famous "monster" case was to be shelved as a curious legend and the forthright witnesses were, and have been, laughed at for decades! Luckily, and as fate would have it, the story doesn't end here! You see, in 1952, there were a few people of consciousness who investigated the incident and believed that this terrifying incident actually did happen. Thankfully, some of these investigators involved in the Flatwoods case did leave historical documentation about the incident in their books, published periodicals and private newsletters. Yet, with all the valuable information they discovered, documented and reported on, the entire story behind this mysterious alien visitor and the circumstances surrounding the enigmatic and bizarre incident was never fully known. That was all about to change!

Enter illustrator and videographer Frank C. Feschino, Jr. forty years later. Intrigued and perplexed by the story, Frank picked up this cold case where it had left off back in 1952, was immediately engaged, ran hard with it, never looking back. Feschino would truly become the first primary investigator involved in the case since it was originally investigated in 1952 and would bring the "Flatwoods Monster" case to a whole new higher level! During his arduous, sometimes even hazardous, investigation, Feschino traveled extensively, accumulating a mass of information including the works of the aforementioned past investigators. He searched for and found numerous book and magazine publications, private research papers and scores of newspaper articles from around the world. Most importantly though, Feschino found the gold when he got his hands on the long-forgotten declassified official government files that documented the Flatwoods case and UFO events of September 12, 1952! These were the Project Blue Book case files that were classified and unavailable to the original investigators back in 1952.

Unsettlingly, Frank discovered that the government had intentionally convoluted the Flatwoods case's evidentiary trail with misleading information and lies but there still remained other scattered clues and widespread pieces to this cold-case puzzle! These were clues and pieces telling the truth, if strewn about—buried all across the United States! After years of research, compiling all the data and then interpreting it, Feschino not only discovered that this alien encounter had indeed occurred, but also put together an astounding timeline of events for September 12, 1952. He disclosed there was actually 21-sustained hours of unending UFO activity occurring over ten east coast states!

On the day of September 12, 1952, Feschino was able to pinpoint 116 documented locations involving 25 separate and distinct UFOs over those ten states, and he also discovered that four of those UFOs were heavily damaged! These four damaged craft, which were seen by countless witnesses throughout the eastern seaboard were in flames, flying low-level and had made repeated landings, by report; one of those damaged and downed objects held an occupant that abandoned its crippled craft on a farm in central West Virginia. This "occupant" was initially named, "The Phantom of Flatwoods," and would later come to be called, the "Flatwoods Monster" or the "Braxton County Monster."

Shockingly, Frank discovered that by putting all of the individual UFO events into a chronological timeline and piecing it all together, the story demonstrably involved two seeming "search and rescue missions" by extraterrestrials for Extraterrestrials. Frank Feschino's groundbreaking book, a completed essay map of his investigation into the famous "Flatwoods Monster" incident is titled, The Braxton County Monster—The Cover-up of the Flatwoods Monster Revealed, "Updated and Revised."

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Saturday, September 03, 2022

...Pride, Or Disgrace...

The tiniest voice 
from the farthermost place... 
not heard (!)
is its whisper, a murmur... a trace.  
Persons "more worthy" 
turn ears to re-source, 
then choose to ignore 
the more sensible intercourse.
This commands an attention! 
From me, if NOT you! 
There is LIFE, not from here (?), 
and that's VALUABLE news! 
Though we hear it the least
and then not from the fringe; 
where it's stricken and drunken 
with rancor, my friend.
These facile elitists 
use made-pompous science 
to counter opposing 
progressive alliance! 
These prosecute error:
"They" are here and not there 
... begins the prerequisite 
to becoming aware!
We open our minds—
*supposition*!...It's true! 
We embolden ourselves 
with conjecturing views! 
We'll open our eyes, 
and take stock when we dare
it's better we know
and it's better "they're" there!
How is it better?  
What is our end?  
Where is the profit 
contending with "them"?
Well, forgetting enrichment, 
advancement is there, 
there's fellowship proffered 
in which we might share! 
Fact! Mere "presence" alone 
would provoke our alliance
It'd thrust us to SPACE 
with a new self-reliance!
...Yeah, we'd clean up our act
and then do the smart thing; 
no longer "apart," 
we would CARE 
what "they" think!  
"Unmasked" and "exposed" 
or no longer "alone" 
we'd tend to the circumspect!
...But, change errant tone!
Moslem, Christian, Hindu, and Jew 
could link up their arms 
and then clean up their views! 
Gone—the errant derision 
for women and gays
we find that they're 
"human," more "us"—friend...
than "they"!
...The tragedy's that, 
message sent... it's unheard
It takes a refinement, 
(which we lack!) to concur. 
We find we cannot... 
trust the word of the few... 
who say that they're "working"... 
but then lie to us, too!
We can't "know", you and I, 
still, perform all the work
Perception is worthless... 
we're less than alert! 
We are disrespected, 
denied "right to know..." 
what's existed in ink 
...Then consider our "lives"! 
...one without the old limits! 
We *REJOICE*! We're released! 
We're rewarded and with-it!
We're STRENGTHENED to find out 
that we're not alone! 
Our metal is tested. 
We're NOT driven prone!
We'd fly to the moons 
and the asteroid belts! 
We would "soar" and we'd "cleave" 
and we'd ring cosmic bells!
We'll laugh, and we'll sing; 
we'll depend on ourselves
We'll find new realities: 
a robust new health! 
...And the tone could be sweet 
and so pure, grand, and strong... 
now so hollow, hubristic ... and futile
So? Wrong!
A challenge from "voices" 
off-planet in space? 
That dearth of a whisper 
reveals a blank face?
Friends, it's all up to us, 
and the actions we take! 
Are we talented humans, 
or talentless fakes?
We have the accouterments; 
we have what's been needed! 
Yet, we waste potential 
to stay so conceited?!
Will we cop to the end 
of our terrible loneliness; 
will we wrest from our fear 
what it takes and withholds from us?
Oh, what will become 
of our sad little race! 
What is our future? 
Is it pride, or disgrace?

Or worse? Futility... My intuition is for optimism regarding a justified pride.  That's fact.

Restore John Ford!

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