That Masturbation Of Means and Ways

That Masturbation Of Means and Ways

by Alfred Lehmberg

• Ways. Ways and means of ways. Means justified and means just... not. Elaboration is not required, am I right. Not a question.

• You cross a line, you see. You cross that line to find its an egg you can't unfry... ...and then there's just no enjoying "it." There is no being served by "it." There is no achieving satisfaction with it... Every luxury just ashes on the decadent tongue for the interminable and death-wishing joylessness endured, amen. Happy happy.
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• My way? Few would want to know. Seriously... ...my way is not a way for everyone. Though, it has some small success. It's counterproductive to wish for more. 
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• Consider, plastic plates and sporks are as the finest porcelain and silver flatware with an alien view. The former has the appreciated adequate efficacy and the latter remains to have an appreciation enjoyed for it but not taken for granted. That's where the madness lies. 
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• One's decadence, that inability to enjoy or be satisfied with a luxury or a blessing experienced, does not become the crippling issue afflicting those who are covetous and grasping. Humility supplants all that. So? There is enjoyment. There is satisfaction. There are wholeness and fullness. Completion. Self-actualization. Maslow realized! That's been this writer's experience at 71.
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• Yeah, granted. One has to seek to start early, show-up, make an effort, have a lot of luck, and aspire to truth (hard). One has to give credit where credit was due (harder)! One has to realize that there is very little of what there is about stuff... that is about you (hardest). That's a tough task and rife with failure. 
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• The writer, by way of example, fails a little even now realizing the import of what he's writing and taking too much pride in the realization of same! The reader can see how this works, eh?
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• Ever unprepared for the tumult of  "new information," one was encouraged by best practice to have flexibly sensible core values, still, even as those "values" themselves are in no way inviolate. Sometimes your "values" are insentient crap. Regard the "Prosperity Christian." 
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• To be able to note when "core values" become so invalidated is to be blessed... verily. We are as indeterminate smoke, doomed and damned, if not. 
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• For my part, I tried to learn from mistakes, my own and others, even as I could have gone down at any time like a stepped-on grape, just for stupid stuff!  Current information informs consent, I observed.  Informed "consent" is paramount, I concluded. It's why we don't fuck our kids, for illustration. They can't give informed consent. 
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• Remaining, one of those aforementioned tentative core values remaining is a decided lack of toleration, by and large, ironically! This is regarding intolerance itself, for example, or the easy toleration of secrets wholly disrespecting individuals in that lay citizenry shared by all... as these secrets are jealously and unethically kept, serving the few against the many! Who pays and who just plays?  
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• This lack of toleration we regard also encourages that toleration for errant systems punishing ethical individuals who righteously "whistleblow" as a result of this conjectured—if likely—and wholly unethical, "secrecy" ...observed as right and correct while astonishingly known to be unethical. Humanity is likely not served by ignorance. That's the history. Too, insist on the identity of valid whistle-blowers, only to make them extinct. That's the history, also. 
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• Is that "secrecy" alluded to just... everywhere, in this manner? ...where and why? Who.  Is  Served? Again, Why?
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• On reflection—I would do away with this category of secrets, monstrous "keep-aways" spelled like they were nasty little four-letter words. Most secrets are, certainly, just like those words... tiny packets of disrespect taken form... for profit by way of deliberate obfuscation. Many times, actually, the traditional four-letter words reflect health superior to that betrayal by errant secrets we travail in their stead! Words which are certainly preferable to the secrets we must despise in an unfettered comparison of same to protest same! 
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• Fuck ignorance, Sincerely!
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• Why do you keep YOUR secrets, and are those reasons tragic? That UFOs (there we are!) are kept a secret from you is a multiplier of that tragedy, by way of example. Perhaps the reader can agree. UFOs? Let's not quibble reader! This writer would reflect on the nature and manner of the occupants of such! 
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• Remember, readers, these exist because we do! Behold the universe. Nothing happens once! How could they not be there? ...and they are there, indeed, lately admitted by the US Navy! We'd be on that rice's "white," this writer believes, but an impossible POTUS and then an avoidable pandemic confounds that other affair or initiative in its regard...
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• Here's a secret... A secret that, revealed, would be the undoing of many other such interrelated secrets. Verily!
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• Revealed! The still very egregiously tormented UFO investigator John Ford, by way of example, was innocent of any crime. He's in gulag, now, the last 20 years, plus, because his very "official" lawful and landed accusers were, ironically, guilty of multiple crimes not the least of which was, clearly, a coverup regarding decades of UFO activity in Suffolk County, New York!  Clear parallels can be drawn straight to 2020! I won't digress. 
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• That said, I expect that an honorably functioning and reasonably transparent governmental body conceived in honesty and making every effort to perform best practice in the interests of its people, would in no way be threatened by a... "WikiLeaks-like" revelation say, even a rogue one... especially a rogue one when the reader thinks about it, perhaps. Existentiality's WikiLeaks started out so hopefully... then it wasn't... But we won't digress further on that ...just yet. 
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• That John Ford was incarcerated at the hands of a criminal government elite illustrates precisely why an uncluttered and unbound WikiLeaks-like initiative, beholden to naught but truth revealed, is more a likely blessing and less a curse.  Would that Ford could be wiki-leaked.  Someone skilled should try... the pay-off could be in the millions for the right legal team... and Ford restored.
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• The man was an innocent RAPED by a criminalized US societal political machine... Republicans, then, too.
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• A moral and ethical "WikiLeaks" is not thrust upon the undeserved and undeserving; I offer select persons provoke it, themselves. I submit that decades of crafty mendaciousness, black ops, institutional duplicity, fulsome graft (27 Trillion dollars worth since Reagan!), Alex Jones down the street sizing me up for cannibalism (true story!), accepted du jour sociopathy, but wholly dishonorable practice... ...apart from wasting the lives of cannon-fodder soldiers... facilitates this fertile ground for fear, and a bright light into current "business as usual" politics as disrespecting, reader, as it is disrespectful. We know that's true.
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• We know! That's true!
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• No, the blame rests with the "profiteer facilitator" of the regarded mess... Like our Secretary of Education's brother, not a "WikiLeaks," conceived to expose and address societal injustices and tragedy... A conjectured "Wikileaks," conceived as pure in heart and ruled by best practice and conscience, only provides ample motivation concerning the reflection of a revulsion we must all feel for elected officials betraying the public trust as soon as they take their wide-bottomed if still powerful chairs. 
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• That's the real problem, eh?  It's these and the entirely unelected personal empire builders standing behind these, who are to blame for our toiling travails. Their hubris and glaring psychopathy are the fecund soil.  Please note that I point with all twenty fingers and toes by default as is physically required.
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• WikiLeaks, the real one, failed itself and us. Sadly, it went the way of anything that presupposes its own nonaccountability. We're all well-schooled in corrupting power and the absolute corruption in the ever sought power absolute. It's very sensical... 
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• See, with no consequence of behavior, it is only the very exceptional person who can continue to behave responsibly unreminded by that consequence. It's why we aspire to three separate and co-equal branches of government...
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•  It's why so few could lift Thor's hammer. Three, interestingly.
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• Verily, without consequences, oversight, checks, and balances... Thor, Vision, or Captain America, a WikiLeaks fails. It fails to confirm what must be there. It fails to be truthful with regard to what it reports is there. It fails to speak truth to power and so then fails in our empowerment to report the truth about that power.
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• Sadly, we only masturbate our plausible deniability regarding UFOs. That's been the way. The means have been a nasty synergy of duplicity, mendacity, our biased manipulation, and putting everything we are behind the short term gain, neatly pulling the covers on the most important, consciousness changing, and paradigm evolving occurrence in human history. What are the UFOs? We're not asking...We're better than that. 
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• If not? Then, one of many... ...or the much less likely single aspiration to lasting beauty and efficacious intelligence in the universe... ...we deserve our cosmic quarantine. Verily, at this point expiration seems justified based just on observation and some brutal self-honesty. We beg, in truth, for our very extinction. That's on us. Stupid. Has had. Its run. 

Vulture Culture War

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Learn, well, your "lessons" kiddies; 

best take them near to heart, 

or your culture will intrude its will 

to blow your soul apart.  

This knowledge can be useful; 

you're better served forewarned. 

See, it's not the devil as advised, 

it's our culture with the horns!

Prefer a counter-culture? 

It will abrogate your talent; 

it'll put you in its prisons 

and then act all prim and gallant. 

It lies regarding its fair play; 

it produces specious rules... 

...won't itself abide its edicts; 

these are aimed at me and you.

It grinds you with faux-"science" 

that despoils the efficacious, 

then it treats you like a chump revealed, 

so is, frankly, far from gracious. 

It keeps your eyes from wonders 

which are booming in your skies. 

Then it ridicules the questions 

you might ask regarding why...

It won't admit the wrongs it's wrought 

to further selfish ends. 

It won't admit the tyranny 

it's used in "self-defense." 

It shan't reduce our numbers* 

and it poisons starship Earth. 

It is monstrousness personified. 

It's a full-blown—vicious—curse.

See, some think themselves a "better lot," 

their genes so then "supreme"; 

they'd take from you the self-respect 

you've paid your dues to glean.  

These degrade the individual! 

This debilitates the lot! 

They're gleeful you don't get it; 

you think it's care? It's not.

These define your culture, then, 

as reptiles holding sway.  

These corrupt your sensibilities.  

These smile and say, "have faith."  

These keep you fighting unjust wars; 

these make us fight ourselves.   

These polarize the issues

so the stress degrades your health!

They're a dweller of your shadows, 

and they listen to your moans, 

though your crying is regarded 
as the whining of mere, toiling, drones. 

They shall not, then, respect you. 

Respect compels concern, 

and the moment that they make that so?  

Less money they can "earn."

You see how this might cramp their plans, 

and complicate their graft.  

You perceive that you're just grease 

for wheels, and queued up for their "shaft."  

You find that you're beneath concern, 

beneath their small contempt.  

The spot you think you call your own... 

...was never yours. You rent!

There are secrets they're possessing; 

these, the stuff of all your dreams. 

These are dreams of satisfaction 

found like sparkling mountain streams. 

The bluest skies still filled with birds 

to live in easy balance; 

the forests softly breathing air, 

the mountains are their chalice. 

The desert's colored sand art, 

and the valley is prescribed 

as a cradle now denied you.  

You just grow old, 
lose dreams... 
then die.

These disrespect the weakest 

at their "comfort-loving" peril, 

and ridicule anomaly 

'til it's bone-dry, spent, and sterile. 

These practice homocentric crap, 

while wearing smirking frowns: 

that we're alone in unknown space? 

These covet errant crowns! 

Keep believing we are "conquerors," 

that Earth is subject to our *will*?  

Keep your faith that won't be tested—

Forced, the bitter—bluer—pill!

Still... growing could be possible—

would continue past the end. 

Less is more I have discovered. 

More is death; I must contend.  

Though, suffer overpopulation 

to unearth some grand disease 

that will humble prideful humankind, 

and bring her to her knees.

• lehmberg2002@gmail.com
• http://www.alienview.net/

• Overpopulation...
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• I'll say it again. We have an overpopulation problem, at all—billions of extra people—so any one person does not have to be respected too much. See how that might work?  

• ...Want to save the world?  Do ya? You could do it in a generation and provide for a general pecuniary enrichment at the same time... True story. Here is it:
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• Take it upon yourself to sire once... or not at all... bam, that's it. I digress...

• It remains that "Overpopulation" is likely very much desired from the class officiating our duplicitous culture! Read that sentence again as a true story the reader knows as true if remotely honest with "self."  
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• There's a surplus of humans driven to purchase product, in the first place, you see. Then, and this is DARK... if some hapless person balks at a lofty, prideful, and authoritarian command from her manor lord—won't gladly lift her skirts, say, for the imperative of her master's scabby gherkin?  Well! Let's make it easy, then, to procure another! Make it sure that there is always one who shan't balk ... one who will "lift her skirts," so to speak!  An apt if repellent metaphor.

• Having, then, secured a degraded and disrespected population pool from which to draw? These legislate, facilitate, educate, but otherwise encourage that malleable lowest of low common denominators. Make people as hungry as they are angry! Keep them that way. Misused Tools. Expendable grease.

• Steer a mendacious "pro-life" religiosity, you know, so it doesn't have follow rules or be logical, authoritative, to secure that end, by the way, and steer clear of a self-respecting, reasonable, and actually conservative—in the long run—birth control!  See, abortion as birth control likely should be illegal, eh? It still remains, no one should be pregnant who does not choose to be pregnant, either!  "Morning-after pills" should be as easy to get as gumballs or straight pins! That's followed up paying a freight for those births currently not being paid... the cause of the vaster number of abortions, it is reasoned.

• Choice. Is. Paramount!

• Though, the real irony is there, eh? "Proud blue-collar Conservatives" ostensibly so involved and interested in self-respect and being respected? These—actually—degrade that fabric of respect they enjoy in support of an inconsistent ethic! This is an ethic inconsistent, incidentally, because only the "Christian" fetus has that *right* to life, born to Hindu or Islam? Dismissed as non-human. 
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• To cut to a chase, it is an inconsistent and deconstructive ethic furiously limiting—by the unethical and privileged craft of an egregious and privileged rigged-game imposed upon them—the size of the pie piece for which these betrayed hapless and disenfranchised must ever toil.  Talk about clear consequences of not acting (or voting) in one's best interest! Believing rumors and ignoring facts, these do exactly that. Exactly why one is encouraged to do just that by co-opted culture.

• In the same manner that old Rome did for itself? We Americans CREATE the barbarians at our gates. 
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• We keep them stocked with weapons—ample guns & ammo, nukes currently, chemical munitions, and biological weapons of an exceptionally extreme and unnecessary lethality—to use, or threaten to use, on one another. 

• We pretend that those weapons won't be used on ourselves. Why would we think that they would not?  This is a level of stupidity as a species actually stunning all credulity.

• No, we sit complacently while increasing billions are facilitated daily to rage and starve in ever-increasing frequency... any wonder that observing aliens, entities our officiality has just admitted are out there, are so reluctantly forthcoming... mysterious, and inscrutable? I'd be very suspicious and careful with the type of neighbor we so obliviously portray. You?

• ...Wouldn't want us in my neck of the woods I can tell you... real irony when it remains that I have to be what I wouldn't want in my neck of the woods... in my neck of the woods!

• Culture is defined as a plan for societal survival. There have been, and are now, a multitude of cultures. Which serves an efficacious humanity?
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• Authoritarian Culture? Not your friend! Demand the authoritative! Campaign for the Gylanic! There... there is our salvation.

• Restore John Ford. Read on! 

Sedition Of The Light - Part Two

Sedition Of The Light

Commentary provoked by Frank Longo's 

documentary, Capturing The Light

by Alfred Lehmberg


PART 2 (of Two)

When last we met, Dorothy Izatt—the compelling subject of Frank Longo's film documentary Capture The Light—was introduced as the most current humiliation that our state of the art scientific reductionism endures.  See?  Perplexed by UFOs seen for years in day and nighttime skies, she endeavors—as one should, you'd think—to find out what they are.  

You know, take steps.  Make an effort.  Prosecute the proactive.  ...Be brave, reader! 

Something different was in the sky, after all.  Something different had always been in the sky, actually.  Something "different" is in the sky, right now!  ...I'll nip this digression in the bud!

Finally, in an exasperated result of these ongoing sightings, Ms. Izatt called the "authorities": constabulary, airports, newspapers, and other official entities (Tony Stark Eyeroll...), for an explanation.  Rather predictably through our filters, reader, these "official" bodies essentially dismiss her, suggest her "obvious" intoxication, or otherwise imply that she could do a better job keeping up with her meds!  Find no hyperbole in any of the preceding.  

In other words, just what you'd expect from the conflicted, mendacious, and cowardly faux-mainstream.  Such is "authority," eh? Eyes and ears continue to see and hear...

Well—they had their chance, am I right?  Spit in the eye is bad enough without being charged for a wash!

Feeling a little betrayed by polite society, one presumes, Ms. Izatt "hot-lines," local edge radio personality Pat Burns with her report. Burns' producer, Elaine Alexander, fortuitously suggests that Izatt "capture" the UFOs observed... with a camera. BAM!

Izatt promptly purloined her husband's unused Keystone Super-8 and began exposing film! She was tireless in her pursuit!

Well, three decades pass and she's is 30,000 feet in—5.68 statute miles of 8mm celluloid, reader—capturing the visual impossibilities she reports... everywhere she goes!  Such is indeed so.

These "visual impossibilities"—succinctly explained by aforementioned authority—are inexplicable light sources traveling fast enough in an 18th of a second of elapsed time to paint veritable pictures, paint pictures in some strangely lysergic "smeared-light aftermathy" as the artistic medium!  They paint with light!

Moreover, these "brush" movements are precisely employed and deft enough to write Dorothy's name in fluid script three times...one small example... but in an 18th of a second on one frame of film!  

...Cue startled music, eh?

See, a single "point-source light" must have moved quickly and deftly enough in front of Dorothy's camera to script the word "Dorothy" three times in that smidgeon's moment... an eighteenth of a second! It's additionally required that the light must burn very brightly indeed to be perceptible on the film—so succinctly explaining the observed and inexplicable "light flashes" as she films.  

This peculiarity, apart from writing her name in script, suggests that the quick-bright light somehow knows it must get bright enough to expose the film in that moment, or disappear when it moves.  This begs intelligence, folks.  Too—and on the level of the genuine crop circle's cryptic missives in food crops—it bespeaks a cleverness expressing itself in an altogether different manner than has been seen, heretofore! Humans are awash in an unknown, unknown but ludicrously perceive a "known...".

Cutting to the substantive chase, radio Producer Elaine Alexander is très impressed from the start and, surreptitiously enough, even hooks Ms. Izatt up with early last century's A-1 UFO goto-guy: Doctor J. Allen Hynek!  Well, Hynek sorts Ms. Izatt out in scientific short order.  In the end, he is, himself—" Mr. Scientificly and impeccably Respectable"—blown-away! No hyperbole here either...

First, though, there was a complete equipment disassembly, a thorough checking, and subsequently sealed reassembly of Izatt's camera as orchestrated by Hynek.  Too, this "equipment examination" would include Ms. Izatt herself, reader!  

A battery of psychological tests and some hardnosed professional analysis insured Izatt's functionality as a "quality instrument of observation," by report, but satisfying the good Doctor, entirely! Izatt clears the "crazy" hurdle.

"Passed Test" colors flying, Izatt is soon back in business running film through her scientifically certified camera, capturing impossible light, and later... other things, reader... with multiple, better quality cameras now understandably supplied by Hynek.   It gets weirder than even this.  More in a moment.

First, Dr. Hynek advises Izatt to "lay low, and avoid the lunatic fringe" —a fringe, I maintain, sadly generated by the "official information void," largely—but "continue to amass [her] photographic data!"  Izatt does exactly that!  Of note: because she did not remotely seek a "limelight," Izatt "hid out," essentially, for almost 35 years!  

This is a little like Dr. Livingston ("I presume…") walking out of darkest Africa after years of absence in the '30s, reader!  Smoke that, skeptibunkies!

Let's shift gears. Dorothy Izatt is not good news for ufologists who adhere too tenaciously to their stark scientific reductionism, their reflex Cartesianism of over-numbered measurements, or their sullen insistence regarding the prosecution of what could be called an errant and futile "scientific hubris maintenance," as I've pointed out in the link just above.  Izatt's experience appears to be a little richer and more genuinely selfless than that.

See—she's not just a "lone and lonely" nut desperate for attention in the dwindling time remaining her.  In fact, to a degree, and because she is an accomplished woman and matriarch of a grand clan of persons as agreeably reasonable as they are respectful and doting, as Longo plainly shows on film, she neatly refutes the "sad lone-nut" hypothesis. 

Too, based on her unusual assessment of her experience, it might appear that she is going to be the new darling of the so-called "Benevolent Space Brother" crowd... though, not so fast, Skippy!  Break your shin on that one!  Dr. Salla can back off.  Dr. Greer can change his Speedos. 

First, Ms. Izatt knows her business and, second, she is surrounded by a veritable platoon of educated younger men: sons, grandsons, and doting sons-in-law—forgetting the always more dangerous daughters across four generations!  Trifle Ms. Izatt at your peril, I suspect.  

It remains: she communicates to us that "it," whatever "it" is, is decidedly not about her... ...and not all good, reader, not all good... 

Start raising the black felt curtains.  Hear organ pipes rising in a discordant ululation, but then morphing into a rising hope recently intimated.

She advises that individual "intention" is the key.  Good intentions produce good outcomes. Somehow that's not surprising.  

Bad intentions have... disturbing outcomes... ...or what was that lurking briefly behind Dorothy's chair at the 2343 count on the DVD while she discussed the consequences of a "less than pure intention."  

Whatever it is, it is disturbing.  There are other appalling wonders displayed.

Yes, Dorothy Izatt is in contact with something highly strange, she feels... and is able to provide physical evidence for same. Moreover, it communicated to her an expansiveness of her awareness, spanning the entire universe and all the dimensions and bits of intelligence contained therein, too... contact... if I may paraphrase.  

Though, denying the intimated guru-ship errantly suggested, Izatt maintains that she is able to communicate in this way with this ineffable "other" because she is "open to it… and [her] intentions are pure." 

In other words, Izatt has no self-serving agenda to satisfy.  She's confident that anyone with an open aspect regarding them, with no ax to grind, and with proper intention, reader, can communicate with this "other" as she does.  In short, anyone with a mind to, can do! 

It appears that's no idle "airy-fairy" boast, reader!  See, persons who go along with Ms. Izatt on her little back-deck filming forays find that they, themselves, are seeing the subjects photographed, that there is a "communication" of some ethereality personally, and that they are able to photograph them, too?  That's right. 

Stop the train.

At this point, let us sum up briefly:  Predictability.  Check.  Repeatability.  Check.  An abundance of hard physical evidence.  Check.  Measurement of attendant variables: light, speed, rate, frequency... Check.   Quality observer/recorders of the phenomena... Check.  Documented history of the occurrence over decades by vetted persons... uh… check? Well, now.

One would think that all of this would have the now well-battered Cartesian up on his tippy-toes, the reflex "reductionist" reduced to his lowest common denominator, or the compulsory klasskurtxian decidedly if uncharacteristically terse—made sullenly mute even and unable to confabulate the usual "prosaic" to cover Ms. Izatt's adventure, at all! 

Reader! Are not all the attributes of our well-flogged science toeing the line and present for duty… begging to be accounted for?  I would assert that they are!

Frank Longo portrays a very compelling vision of an evolving reality in his film Capturing The Light.  There is no pretense.  There is no confabulation.  There is no vast extrapolation or leap of faith.  It's all there, intelligent if unremarkable persons, persons like ourselves, reader, trying to make sense out of the inexplicable... and succeeding to a degree, somehow! 

Get more information yourself, reader, at Capturing The Light

That's enough, read on. 

Dorothy Izzat with J. Allen Hynek  

We're Not Alone?

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They flit and they skip 

and they drop behind mesas! 

They dodge behind roofs 

of a neighbor's dark home! 

They cross the night skies 

like a star that "detaches," 

their flying is soundless... 

...and we're not alone!

We're not alone 

as we covet *possessions*; 

we're not alone 

as we squander our trust. 

We're not alone 

as we punish the innocence; 

thinking that we have to, 

convinced, somehow, we must!

We're not alone 

while the rainforest's burning. 

We're not alone 

as we falter and cry. 

We're not alone; 

we have seen them all flying 

in disparate countries...

festooning those skies!

We're not alone 

as we torment ourselves. 

We're not alone; 

we are fragile ... unborn! 

We're not alone, 

and affixed with the blinders 

I'd tear from our faces 

with pleasure and scorn!

We're not alone! 

They're in all geographics! 

They hover for shuttles, 

we've seen them in space! 

They've neutered our nukes 

at the drop of their *hat*...  

somebody knows; 

we're put in our place!

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Somebody knows 
what the ancients were "knowing" 
and shared in their tablets of clay! 
Somebody knows 
where the secrets are buried 
that elevates humankind... 
precluding the slave!

Somebody knows 
why we suffer and die 
when the best of all times 
could be had! 
Somebody knows 
why we hate to look up; 
why we're shamed, 
why we're cowards, 
why... at best we're so sad...

Somebody knows 
what it is we'd be knowing. 
Somebody knows 
if the ET's are here. 
Somebody knows 
surely more than we're getting 
when circumstance is passing strange 
with stuff so god-damned queer!

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They land and they leave 

all the strangest of traces! 

They clutter and clog 

at the sweep of the sky! 

We find them in ads 

to insult our cognition 

for all of the stuff 

that we "lust" for and "buy."

...Why, we find them selling candy; 

we find them shilling cars 

machines to do our washing, 

from the toy box to the stars. 

They gloat in all our magazines; 

they sell us toxic food? 

They're all around; 

they're surely here; 

they exist; we must construe!

It's us confuses consciousness! 

It's us well left alone! 

It's us inflicts agendas! 

It's us with hearts of stone!

They intrude where 

"we won't have them" 

in our sullen white-bread world. 

They intrude into our clueless-ness 

and they prove they shall not yield.

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They intrude in sullen closets 
where we think we keep our secrets,
and they make their strange notations 
in their *book*.
Knowing *bodies* we've been hiding, 
they can dig up *moldy bones*,
and they know just where you'd, 
likely, never look.

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As days go by... 

they're closer still; 

they shall not be denied! 

They'll solve our crass *indifference*; 

they'll expose what's been contrived.

...And you better have your "center." 

You best expand your mind. 

You better open up the box 

in which you keep your soul confined!

The future is a freight train, 

and we're tied on humming tracks; 

the bonds we feel we've tied ourselves! 

C'mon! You know it's Fact!

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Sedition Of The Light - Part One

Sedition Of The Light

Commentary provoked by Frank Longo's 

documentary, Capturing The Light

by Alfred Lehmberg

Part One (of two)

Especially true in our westernizing civilization? We humans inhabit a thin skin of poorly perceived "reality" and think it complete and whole.  Too, also seeming secure is our fatuous "knowledge" that an acceptable God is in his heaven and on our side—without regard to which side, reader!  Our hapless ignorance regarding day to day existence looms, increasingly, ever more appalling. 

Fortunately, an intrepid Frank Longo provided persuasively that an optimistic glimmer of hope prevails!  See, once again, novelty makes its mad dash around an invalid status quo to discovery and inexorable progressiveness. Novelty finds a way, eh?  More on that in a moment.  

Back on track, the appalling state of our aforementioned "awareness," such as it is, is well noted by the books and lectures of respected persons as diverse as Terence McKenna and Jacques Vallee.  These, among significant others, report that the paranormal in general and UFOs in particular exist, principally, to deflate and discredit a reductionist Science entirely too filled with itself. How does that work?

See, on the way to discovering what UFOs are, a hint provided may be what UFOs do.   Not, then, what are they, so much.  More, what are they doing?  That's more achievable!

What do they do? What are they doing?  Why, they make otherwise cogent and therefore significant individuals question their authorities!  They throw authorities into disarray as a consequence. 

They invalidate authorities as a result!  They provide for authority's irrelevance, is the upshot!  With the same effortlessness by which they are observed, they provide for a demonstration of authority's malfeasance and assign blame for same! Buckle up!

Contrarily, they propose these disarraying "questions" while still appealing to the individual, obliquely or directly.  Verily, as Richard Dolan has pointed out in his landmark UFOs And The National Security State, they are the very soul of [the new] sedition.

This aforementioned overconfident Cartesian-ism—scientism sans humility—is a discipline so decidedly hubris-bound and repressively arrogant that it dares to be the default arbiter of all that it presumes to be laid before it, even that which it refuses to consider or investigate, at all!  Outrage!  If that were you, reader, somebody would throw a flag down, swear out a complaint, or seek a restraining order!  You'd be dealt with!

Such egotistical behavior fair begs comeuppance, am I right?  Well, UFOs affect to provide just that!  How? 

UFOs characteristically provide effortlessly observed if highly strange affairs.  This is true then as now! 

Sentient individuals perceive with at least 5 pretty poor senses, right?  Too, these affairs involve affairs at all the different levels of the accepted range of UFO encounter as measured by the Hynek inspired "CE3K" scale: strange point source lights perceived all the way to stranger physical interactions endured, but compassionately providing for its own plausible "there if needed" deniability, as it goes.  We wouldn't bother to do that.

Moreover, these close encounter affairs are witnessed, many times simultaneously, by hundreds or thousands of credible persons—police, pilots, and other practiced professionals—while "authority" fatuously looks the other way, infuriatingly, childishly chanting that UFOs are not a reality.  Flag down, Shermy! You know who you are!

Examples of just such affairs?  Unsung ufological hero Jerry Cohen provides: Kirtland AFB (11\4\57).  Hynek Blue Book Case (5\5\65).  Exeter, New Hampshire (9\3\65).  Malmstrom AFB (3/20/67).  Incident at Redlands, Ca. (Hynek, BB, 2\4\68).  Malmstrom AFB (11\7\75).  Iran F-4 Incident (9\76).  Belgium (1989\90).   Phoenix, Arizona (3/13/97).  South Illinois, USA (1\5\2000),  but more recently,  O'hare International Airport in 2007.  Stephenville, Texas in 2008.  All these, and —others— reader. "These" continue right up to 2019!

Science?  Only ever the staid portrait of piously insentient impotence!  UFOs have humiliated science at every encounter.  Embarrassed it at every meeting.  Shamed it at every turn! 

How?  By providing to that aforementioned broad swath of very diverse and with-it individuals their own singular hard-to-shake personal evidence, proof even, that it may be UFOs or the "other" comprising perceived reality... and it is science that is the faith-based myth!  I've my own personal evidence.  Likely, the reader too.

It does not have to be that way.  Flatly, Reductionist Aristotle must reconcile the Holistic Plato, not supplant him.  This is what has occurred, I believe, and near the root of our problem.  How? 

With the errant Cartesian invalidation of "chaos systems" as the mother of reality plus the naive presumption that reductionist "order" was exclusively superior! All that may be WAY off, given evidence how easily we can be brought to our knees by a just nasty cold virus.  We provide for a colossal limitation to our potential as individual conscious beings I sense, and bump our aggregate noses upon these limits, even now.

See, because Plato is supplanted and not reconciled, I'd contend, "Judeo-Christian-Cartesian Culture" and its causal cadre of conniving and capering imps—self-serving closed institutions large and small—prosecutes a selfish hubris, reader, to the detriment of our individual and therefore aggregate spiritual advancement! Strong links make stronger chains.   

Consequently, this too-ready reductionism or over-amped application of Occam eagerly provided by flogging Cartesian-ists provokes the ineffable "other" to challenge what we can perhaps perceive as the largely inflated conceit of Science.  This is a timely meme flying UFOs right up a reductionist's nose.  If he doesn't cop?  He is destroyed.  He's destroyed when he cops, too, but that's a good thing.

This challenge, again, is proffered by the "other" in diverse and well-supported affairs typified by Frank Feschino's "shooting war with corporeal aliens," Zecharia Sitchin's flesh and blood "Ancient Astronauts" alluded to, David Jacobs' intra-dimensional or trans-temporal "Insidious Invasion" of alien abductors, or the astonishing mysteries of Nancy Talbot's genuine Crop Circles, just to give a quick tour of the anomalous wrapped in mystery and buried in enigma. 

Really?  I hear the internal dialog.  Your attention, please. 

Consider.  How does Science meet the challenge of the "other"?  Research by proclamation, illogic, character assassination, ad hominem, professional irresponsibility, betrayal of trust, and abject denial... are default responses.

Moreover, stomp me another "Adams Grave," 'Doug'!  Spin me an additional "Catherine's Wheel," 'Dave'!  Right. 

"Dave's not here," folks.  In other words, the inability of conclusive science to address these mysteries—or even acknowledge them, reader—makes manifest the aforementioned humiliation, neatly!

Indeed, "high strangeness" is lately squirting out all over!  Bursting out from surprising places in surprising ways over a just discovered if surprisingly long period of time, science's shame is once again abundantly showcased!  Right under our noses too!  Consider, now, this current humiliation of science and authority.  Be re-introduced to the strange story of Canadian Dorothy Izatt... brought to us by Frank Longo in his très unusual film, Capturing The Light.

Indeed, Mr. Longo has produced a compelling DVD displaying just such an unmet challenge to Science as described above.  In it, Mr. Longo tells the astonishing story of Ms. Izatt, a very lovely and cognitively sharp if otherwise unremarkable octogenarian widow who communes with alien beings, frankly.  Too, she puts a fine point on this communication with 30,000 feet of eight-millimeter stock shot, shot with twists into the outré-real you see right on the freaking film!  If I'm lyin' I'm dyin'.

Now, I likely would not even have given this account the remotest time of day but for the reaction of one man in particular to the tale. David Biedny, frankly, was near jumping up and down in the discussion of Ms. Izatt, and the DVD in general, on his one-time radio program, The Paracast.  I was understandably intrigued, you'll discover. 

See, Mr. Biedny, a penultimate (sic) hard-nose and a man obviously going with the "better odds," prefers to be known, I believe, as a proud son of the still very highly respected Cartesian reductionism discounted earlier.  He wants a reputation indicating his respectful attention to "logic," scientific "method," and "rules of evidence."  He shall not be accused of refraining from "best practice."

Flatly, Biedny wants his critical thinking skills respected if not taken for granted.  Too, as a recognized expert in digitally manipulated images he, to a degree, "wrote the book" on "photo-shopping" same.   Consequently, his high confidence level—as was indicated by his aforementioned "on-air" happy dance—understandably intrigues!  What's "juicing" Biedny can certainly "juice" me.

What is going on?  The short version is that Dorothy Izatt appears to be one more interesting if characteristically unremarkable individual approached by the "other" and so further humiliating our too proud and arrogant Science as alluded above—I would presume for its edification and our ultimate advancement, eh?  I digress.

See, way back in 1974, Ms. Izatt thought she was seeing something damned peculiar in her wide Canadian sky, and she couldn't get anyone else interested in watching with her or even believing her.  So, this plucky little bird of a woman—a tiny gal—grabs her husband's essentially unused 8-millimeter camera and, over a period of many years, shoots 30,000 feet of film in support of her contention!  She captures some gob-smacking stuff, reader!  I'm reminded it's not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog.  I digress again!

Captured as physical evidence are astonishing arrays of light, shape, and detail on one frame of 8mm film!  This happens many, many times in footage otherwise clearly showing: UFOs, large and small... ...and other things.  This is not an easy task.  To wit: Mr. Biedny used the word "impossible."  He used that particular word I think because there is just no conceivable way to have captured the images captured on one frame of movie film in the manner shown.  He is not the only one to say so.

Yeah-yeah-yeah... more internal dialog... you've heard that kind of thing before.  Nip it.  See, this is a different case.  In this case, the "subject" had to cooperate with Ms. Izatt—even perform for her!  

In addition, this was a performance not just for her and her camera, but also any camera used and any person along with her using their camera.  It gets a lot weirder than that, reader, and with nothing rolled or smoked!

Next time: Ms. Izatt approaches "authorities" one would think one should approach and is predictably dismayed, J. Allen Hynek's singular and serendipitous involvement with Ms. Izatt is outlined, and how a humiliation of what passes for 21st Century science is patently typified and then patiently exposed. 

Part 2