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Sunday, February 25, 2007

Of Crop Circles and Mankind

The best laid plans, you know, gang aft aglay.

Do the best laid crop circles ever get made off-center?

I can't believe some of the crap I have to read about crop circles. And I have to read it written by what I consider to be bright, openly-considering minds who know something about the topic.

The current trend in beliefs tends toward this: They're all made by off-the-cuff but "practiced" human beings for psychologically strange reasons, human beings who pay farmers for the rights to come on their land and wreck their crops. These human beings might be under the influence of "Tulpas" or they might be under the influence of government black-ops.

We've got node-blowing and changes in growth rates of seedlings. We've got added hardiness (or, when the timing is right, consistent near-sterilization) and iron nodules and microwave radiation signatures. We've got expressions in cereal crops of the Beer-Lambert principle.

We have observations of the "spontaneous" formulation of crop circles within a half-hour's time and we have theories concerning plasma chemistry and physics introduced to account for the crop circles' existence put forth by none other than chemists and physicists. Human "fakers" just figure out how to create all of these complex and "weird" phenomena?

Are all ETs (who might well be the creators of all of the crop circles that are not demonstrably "fakes", that is, the works of human hands and feet) mere archetypal images in our minds? If they are, then how did they become originated in our minds?

There aren't any advanced entities who could be visiting us via any means who need to make disguised appearances. That is, there aren't any of them who need to force our minds into illusions about them being of "acceptable" shape and form, let alone is it a matter of their being "mere" archetypes. "Little green men" are not the continuance of "leprechauns" from Elizabethan and Victorian into modern and post-modern 20th century memes.

I know that I am getting patchy here, but can you see what I mean? Can you feel the sense of what I've knitted in my "wrong ended" threads of thought?

I'm sure I'll have more on this matter very soon. These I've written just comprise my "rough draft" of thoughts for the nonce.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Slow on the Draw

So. Today, all day, was spent in writing (for business). SEO writing and copy writing.

Damn that comma...

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

The Power of Gold

Well, I received an interesting comment to my li'l essay of yesterday. Alvin Miller has some unique views. And I 'm going to read his unique views in more depth shortly, even though I can already tell I will probably be gainsaying many of them.

But before I do, I need to write another li'l somethin', as when I began reading at Alvin's site I read where he made a very interesting comment. He asserted that the King James Bible mistranslated "making potions" into "sorcery". Needless to say, the Bible is not favorable toward sorcery.

Sure enough, a little literary archaeology in the fields of the Net yielded me this hidden gem:

Galatians 5:19-20 includes a list of "acts of the sinful nature", or "works of the flesh". One of these is, in the original Greek, "pharmakia." The English word "pharmacy" is derived from it. "Pharmakia" is the practice of preparing poisonous potions in secret, to harm or kill other people. This is often mistranslated as witchcraft in some English versions of the Bible. Other versions translate it as: sorcery, magic, magical arts...and participation in demonic activities." [The bold italicized word is my doing.]

I have read elsewhere in stuff written by practicing witches that pharmakia does not necessarily mean preparing "poisonous" potions (witches tend to know the word "pharmakia"), just the preparing of potions for some kind of "magical" effect. "Pharmakia" can refer to creating a love potion, according to the pagan witch practitioners.

So. We know that the bible doesn't like people "messing with the magic" that only Gawd and his angels are supposed to be allowed to use--or bestow on Christian priests and ministers as the case might be. And that's what any supernatural or seemingly supernatural capability is--it's magic. Except that when this magic is practiced in the "right" way by your church, especially if your church is a state's dominant church, it's called "religion". In Christendom (and in the realms of Judaeism and Islam) we always have religion, and the wicked ones who are "they" always have magic.

So. We know this, so why am I spending time with it? Because Alvin made me realize that what the bible is specifically prohibiting are chemistry and, even more importantly, chemistry's forerunner and direct rootstock, alchemy.

So. What is wrong with alchemy, specifically? Well, it's rooted in the creation of manna. Yes, that's right. The "what is it?" The white powder derived directly from gold.

This white powder, this "what is it?" of ancient lore, made right and taken right, can bestow what are called "extrasensory" abilities and profound anti-aging effects upon its takers. It's being made today, but I don't know whether it's being made "right". The bible doesn't want people seeking their own powers and longevity. Specifically, the Gawd who mainly (for there was more than one) inspired the biblical writings and very specifically the Gawd who chose the people of Israel does not like human beings seeking immortality, greatness, or even for that matter erotic love (which thus leads to sexual reproduction).

The making of this powder is the root of alchemy. They (the ancient practitioners) were not trying to change the base metal lead into the precious metal gold; they were trying to change the precios metal gold into something that gave longevity so long as to be essentially immortality, and superior mental powers. They were not interested in making limitless supplies of money; they were interested in making limitless supplies of youthful years (imagine being 22, physically, for a million years).

We should be, too. If we can tear down the walls of our religious temples, then we'll get to that point.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

End the End Times Already

Jesus Christ on a bike, but I am sick and tired of all the "End Times" blathering! UFOs are harbingers of doom, or they are figuring out how to implement an NWO , or they are demons in disguise (I've already done a Brant Rant that included some philippics about that concept).

Or, UFOs are more or less ignored as errors of perception or government black ops, and the Christian fundies get all Dispensationalist and talk about there being signs of the times--that is, End Times, the End of Days--everywhere you turn. I heard one Christian couple proselytizing to someone about how they are happy that the end times are nigh--they want Jesus to come back, to come sailing back in his spacecraft...um, I mean, "cloud"; yeah, that makes perfect sense...and if we have to go through this process of the present darkness and all these wicked deeds by big government and big money and all this death and depression, well, so what? JAIZUS is comin' back!

Then that sort of people typically goes off about the Rapture. If there even were going to be a literal, face-value set of events take place like that which is supposedly described in the Revelation, the Rapture is not found there. The Rapture was invented by a Scots woman named Margaret MacDonald in 1830. She told her belief to a couple of Christian church leaders, the Apostolic Edward Irving and John Nelson Darby of the Plymouth Brethren. They embellished the invention, said it was scriptural (funny how no-one in history had ever thought of it before if it is so scriptural), and promulgated the idea. Period.

The appeal of the Rapture is one of pride. Christians who study about the Rapture and become convinced that they know they'll be taken away before the Tribulations are haughty as hell and they know it. Then again, the Rapture also appeals to fear. "I'd better be squeaky clean or I won't be raptured, and then I'll have to suffer through the Tribulations, and then I won't know for sure how I'll be judged!" Ick. Ugh.

The UFO End Times thang means we're either being put back under the thumb of the Anunnaki, who are going to tell us, "put down your cell phone and pick up that pickaxe!", or that an earthly Paradise is going to be set up by them, with all major suffering eliminated by technology and super-high levels of self-awareness, and super abundant love (Does that include the "free love" of the 1960s and 1970s? Hey, Earth girls are easy!) for us, every one. Nobody who believes in that version of the End Times can prove which one of these scenarios is the correct one.

There are certainly many highly strange, and highly scary, things happening all around the world. But, there always have been. We just never had the media explosion before that we have now with the Net, cellular phones, and our ever-increasing collection of orbital satellites. Transfers of information move so fast now that many people feel they are being pulled under by the wake. People are stressed, and people collectively now have access to technologies and activities that greatly outstrip our collective wisdom. We also have fundie Islamics who want to murder and destroy everyone and everything that is not or won't convert to Islam with its sharia law.

We also have more misinformation about more things being promulgated--thanks to the Net. I love the Net, and I never want to see it restricted. All the same, it has become democratized, and that which becomes democratized inevitably becomes cheapened on the whole. There are too many blithering idiots on the Net now, and they have far too much of nothing to say. Remember, if you keep your mind sufficiently open, people will throw a hell of a lot of garbage into it. A mind is like a hand: one that cannot both open and close is broken.

If these end up being "End Times", it will only be because of our own doings. Yes, the Anameabi--those who when on Earth are the Anunnaki (same beings, different name)--are real. However, so are our own wills.

Monday, February 19, 2007


Someone read the following Sumerian text and concluded that Enlil had his own private stargate and that this stargate was contained within the E-Kur inside the city of Nibru (Nippur). An E-Kur was the god/dess' dwelling at the top of a ziggurat.

He has taken up residence in Nibru, the lofty bond between heaven and earth. [...] The front of the city is laden with terrible fearsomeness and radiance. [...] Its interior is a wide sea which knows no horizon. In its ...... glistening as a banner, the bonds and ancient divine powers are made perfect. [...] Its brickwork is red gold, its foundation is lapis lazuli. [...] Enlil , holy Urac is favoured with beauty for you; you are greatly suited for the Abzu, the holy throne ; you refresh yourself in the deep underworld, the holy chamber. Your presence spreads awesomeness over the E-kur, the shining temple, the lofty dwelling. [...] Its fearsomeness and radiance reach up to heaven, its shadow stretches over all the foreign lands, and its crenellation reaches up to the midst of heaven. [...] He alone is the prince of heaven, the dragon of the earth. [...] Enlil , your ingenuity takes one's breath away! By its nature it is like entangled threads which cannot be unraveled, crossed threads which the eye cannot follow. And this is from Enlil and Sud, another ancient sumerian text: At that time Enlil had not yet been given a wife in the E-kur; Ninlil's name was not yet famous in the Ki-ur. After travelling through Sumer and to the ends of the universe, he ......; in his search throughout the Land, Enlil, the Great Mountain, stopped at Erec. And one last one from "Enlil and Ninlil": Enlil approached the man of the Id-kura river of the underworld, the man-eating river.

Now...let's set the record straight.

The front of the city is laden with terrible fearsomeness and radiance...Its interior is a wide sea which knows no horizon.

The city of Nibru is what is referred to here. There is no mention of a stargate in the E-Kur. And Nibru does not contain this "wide sea" without a horizon: it is describing the very intererior of the city itself. "Its interior is..."

So. What you need to claim is that the city of Nibru, the "place of the crossing", was nothing but a giant stargate with a city wall around it. I'd love to know how that could have been, since Nibru (Nippur) was a very important religious center to the Sumerians, whom we know did not spend a great deal of time walking or sailing through stargates. But, this city would indeed have contained some high tech stuff that would blow human minds. Like, a whole bank of communications devices from end to end that could send messages through the "infinities" of space, and receive them, perhaps? And outer space was "the celestial waters" to the ancients. So, the intererior of the city of Nippur is receiving all these images and sounds and holograms and "VR" interactions from the depths and expanses of the celestial waters. The signals do not merely stop and start in Earth's atmosphere, they come from the great beyond (outer space). That place which is beyond the horizon. The "sea" (of super-advanced communications devices) within the walls of Nippur "knows no horizon".

It also does not say in the texts that Enlil has any "private stargate" at all. It says that he is "greatly suited" to enter the Abzu.

By the way--I am a proponent of at least some parts of the "stargate theories" such as those put forth by William Henry.

I am not at all a proponent of continued, and seemingly deliberate, misreadings of texts and images.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Burnt Offerings

Welcome back, sports fans!

So. What's going on with the cattle mutilations, hrm?

I would say that what I am most skeptical about with respect to cattle mutilations and ETs has to do with the common ET theories and speculations. What's so common about ETs? Nothing--nevertheless, there are common ET-cattle relationship theories amongst the topic's "intelligentsia".

There are those that say that ETs are taking tissue samples from the cows. Why they would need these things is beyond me, and why they would take the samples by using such brutal methods is even farther beyond me.

Then there's the idea that the ETs are doing all this, but disguising their activities in order to deliberately make it seem as if it's being done by humans with a secret agenda. Whenever I hear about ETs doing anything at all and then trying to cover themselves up by making their actions look like human actions, I cringe. They aren't going to do that. They won't need to do that. That's in the same vein as a fundamentalist babbling about the pagan god/desses or the Ancient Astronauts "really" being fallen angels who are trying to tell us they are something else. Pa-leeze! ETs can and will do whatever they want to do and do it straightforwardly.

Then why do they tend to stay away from us (assuming they are here)? Is that not disguising or at least hiding? No, I don't think so. I think they just go about doing what they do--minding their own beeswax. Sometimes the beeswax has something to do with a human being and then there's a close encounter of the third kind. But, typically, they are following their own trajectory. If you're a little child, you might get it into your head that when Daddy goes off to the office, he is hiding from you or trying to disguise his activities. But he's not doing either one of those things; he's going to the office for business reasons. You are too young, too immature, to understand what he does at the office. You're too young and immature to understand how he makes the car take him to the office, too. Our minds, here in the Space Age and the 21st Century C.E., are as little children's minds compared to the ET minds.

Then we have the theories about government black ops behind the cattle mutilating. They're testing some weaponry, or even seeing how people react to the madness. Maybe. The tricky part concerns how they do these things. Our government has to have some really super-advanced transportation technology that is tippy-top secret if it's the culprit. One cattle rancher and farmer out in Colorado says, "The grass around their legs was still upright, still tall. When an animal dies it usually thrashes around and disturbs the ground. This was like the cows had been gently laid down in the grass. Like they'd been lowered." He's talking about the mutilating of two of his cattle--both had parts of their faces, the exact same swath of face from the left cheek on each one of them, removed with some sharp, precision-cutting instrument. The sheriff investigated and said, "That grass breaks. It's easy to see a footprint. No one came anywhere near those cows. So I don't really know what happened."

Nevertheless, there have been police investigators who have concluded, independently of each other, that the mutilations are the results of covert government studies that aim to track diseases in livestock. Independent researcher Peter Jordan reached that conclusion through a remote viewing study he conducted in the late 1970s. A majority of his remote viewers perceived perfectly terrestrial light helicopters being unloaded from the backs of trucks by people wearing hazmat suits. They had a constant need for fresh animal samples for some reason. The "UFO" sightings that are almost always around the area of a recent mutilation are, in this scenario, deliberate mis-information being put out there by the black ops crews.

Although the god/desses do love their steak ("burnt offerings"), I think I have to go with human, all too human black ops for now.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Close Encounters of a Telluric Kind

~Cincinnati, OH and Rancocas Woods, NJ, Summer 2006

Connie, in Cincinnati, and I, in Rancocas Woods, had a plethora of thoughts, feelings, experiences to catch up on after an accidental silence of 16 years. One missed telephone call, one message not taken by Connie's sister, and two lives flew apart on opposite trajectories. But the Net and Connie's diligence had brought us abruptly into contact once again. She had come upon my email address; as a writer, I can at times be Googled and found, and she had Googled my name now and again for several years.

I wrote her back. "I can say that I am no longer an even remotely Christian person (I suppose I never really was to start with). Indeed my thoughts returned, in force, several years ago to the concept of the Elder Race and/or Ancient Astronauts. In fact one of my novels is all about it. I study religions intensely still, but with no acceptance of any of them at all, pagan or otherwise."

Talk of an Elder Race upon the earth in the ancient days, talk of religions with words and images considered but which were permitted no rental space in our minds, breathed the breath of life into a story that Connie never told, but now had one of her life's dearest--and most eccentric--friends to receive.

One night about 10 years ago, Connie was sleeping, minding her own business, dreaming her dreams to herself, when suddenly those dreams were cut short by what she considered to be an invasive night-vision. Unlike most of her dreams, it was very vivid and clear. Connie found herself running into the yard of her house and stopping near the front porch in the budding, foggy light just before dawn (not dream-fog--at the time, she lived near a river and it was always foggy there in the morning). She had been following her niece, who was now running and hopping in the yard, pointing at the sky with frantic motions. Her husband was walking out onto the porch, looking up, so Connie, too, looked up, and saw an enormous disk of gold emerging over the treetops, filling the sky above their house.

She yelled for her niece to come into the house. Her husband said something Connie can no longer recall (it has been 10 years now, after all). Then her dream was over as suddenly as it had begun.

The next memory she had was of waking, but she woke with a start, the dream fresh in her mind. Her husband woke at the very same time, sat up in bed, and said, "I just had the most bizarre dream!"

He described his dream to his wife and it was exactly identical to hers, except that his perspective had been from the porch, looking down on his niece and wife, and he remembered the disk as silver, with the light of the rising sun on its belly. Every word spoken in Connie's dream he repeated back to her verbatim. The time of day and direction from which the disk came were identical in both persons' dreams. The order in which they came into the yard and the places where they were standing were identical, too.

Their niece was staying at their house that night, and when she woke they asked her if she remembered any dreams from the night before, but she did not (she was six at the time).

Connie would never have believed her husband if she had told him her dream and he had said he dreamed the same thing. He has a mind given to falling into fantasy, whereas she is much more practical; but she had told him nothing about her dream until he had already described it in full. She expected no one to believe her, and she certainly can't prove it, but she knows it can only be one of two things: she was either able to share dreams with her husband telepathically, or they had encountered a U.F.O.

She has never dreamed about a U.F.O. before or since that morning.

Upon reflection, I am certain that a U.F.O. contacted Connie's household and the electromagnetic energies were picked up by her and her then-husband. The reason for the very slight differences the two of them experienced in the dreamland perspective and U.F.O. color detail is, for me, simply that all people put their own interepretations, born from the stuff of their conscious mind with its subjective takes, into the forming of the audiovisual formatting of received information, information which is deliberately and/or by its very nature sent to the subconscious mind. I don't know if the contact was deliberately targeted at Connie and her household or if it was incidental. That is, she and her husband could have been in the path of a radiated swath of EM [electromagnetic] energy and there was nothing personal about it. "These events are extremely Tricksteresque; very hard to know in most circumstances what was targeted and what was collateral," I concluded in an email to her.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

A Poem


Here's a link to a poem I published over two years ago (by all the gods, I can't believe it's been that long!). It says a lot about mankind's true origins...if you have eyes to see and ears to hear.

Welcome, Sports Fans!

News and weather are headed your way here soon, just as soon as I figure out what they are doing with themselves for the time being. By the time I figure that out, the time will have passed.

What do you all think--is there a gestalt warming trend going on in the blogosphere? Should we be disturbed, and try to pass measures to limit the amount of misinformation that we throw up?