Sunday, October 02, 2011

"You Know, Everything You Know Could Be Wrong!"

"Mission control, we have a UFO pacing our position, request instructions."

Astronaut Cady Coleman
NASA Transmission - Shuttle Mission STS-73

"All Apollo and Gemini flights were followed, both at a distance and sometimes also quite closely, by space vehicles of extraterrestrial origin - flying saucers, or UFOs, if you want to call them by that name.

Every time it occurred, the astronauts informed Mission Control, who then ordered absolute silence."

Maurice Chatelain
Former Chief of NASA Communications Systems

"At no time, when the astronauts were in space were they alone: there was a constant surveillance by UFOs."

NASA Astronaut Scott Carpenter
Carpenter photographed a UFO while in orbit on May 24, 1962. NASA still has not released the photograph.

 "My own pseudo-conclusion: That we've been damned by giants sound asleep, or by great scientific principles and abstractions that cannot realize themselves: that little harlots have visited their caprices upon us; that clowns, with buckets of water from which they pretend to cast thousands of good-sized fishes have anathematized us for laughing disrespectfully, because, as with all clowns, underlying buffoonery is the desire to be taken seriously; that pale ignorances, presiding over microscopes by which they cannot distinguish flesh from nostoc or fishes' spawn, have visited upon us their wan solemnities. We've been damned by corpses and skeletons and mummies, which twitch and totter with pseudo-life derived from conveniences."   - Charles Fort, 1919

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Thank you in advance engaging in a bit of "dialectic" with me here, my friends.  So, hopefully I will successfully communicate what to me is a vexing epistomological conundrum ( buried in the Michael Teachings.

If we false personalities are not "real", then why are we held to such high standards in the slogging on, lifetime after lifetime, burning ribbon after Karmic ribbon, scheduling dozens and dozens and sometimes hundreds of Primary, Secondary and Tertiary agreements, scores of Working Group and Task Companion arrangements each lifetime - all the while trying our best to behave (as we learn) as though we are reasoning, responsible partners with Essence in the "Evolution Of Consciousness" in a fashion of which we can feel proud , even though our passing is not even worthy of mourning (do we mourn a silkworm when it expires after a lifetime of providing us with such a wonder as silk, or do we just say: "Thanks for the threads, bug.") ?  Sorry, this topic can be such a 'buzzkill' sometimes.   Suffice it to say that the perspective I espouse is a necessary one for any group of students bent on 'verification' and 'validation'.

I mean, look at the sardonicism (not sarcasm) and grief to which I was subjected by well-meaning, honorable and not unfriendly fellow Michael Students for announcing I was a 'Gnostic' (without reminding them of my core beliefs about:  the evolution and proliferation of many races of sentient lifeforms in the Metaverse; their long history of expansion out into the space and other worlds and even other dimensions beyond their original worlds of genesis; AND that ALL our religions and myths are simply the erroneous recollections of a bunch of savages about asuccession of civilizations that bio-engineer 'primordial ooze' whenever they find it, the better to facilitate the replication of dumb, but dependable, '(organic "Von Neumann machine") worker-drone races that just love to mine the galaxy's scarce mineral deposits for their "Gods".

And, after a million years or so, all on their own, no supervision necessary, these 'uplifted' beasts become beings just the right size and mental capacity to become capable of ensoulment, and off they march, it now being they who are 'mined' for their 'existentially fortuitous experiential ability to absorb lessons' (karma) and carry what they've learned along with them until they are subsumed through death by their new benefactors:  Essence, the True Personality and eventually the Entity/Cadre.  Curiously coincidental that seems  .  .  .  or is it just me?

So there, I've done my due diligence and made everyone suffer a bit more with my 'devil's advocacy and "Anti-Michael Teachings" but remember -  as the Firesign Theatre once so eloquently opined"  "You know, everything you know could be wrong!" but even I only get a projection of a 53% probability of all these assertions and hypothesis fitting together just the way I envision them and proving me right someday.  But 53% is more 'possible' than 47%, right?

Forever playing in deepest reaches of 'left field', Sages will be always be trying to imagine just what could emerge from the bleachers of outer space or history or the dugout of the timeline right nextdoor, for which no-one has yet formulated an effective solution, or defense, or recipe, eh?

Your bud,   - Jondalf

Lizards lay in wait for the wagon.
Routed through rutted road
the neighing horses hurried
the two “norms”
toward their destination,

(a supposed bastion of
non-mutated sanity
within a world
gone genetically gravid
with possibilities).

Into the twisted trees
they turned
never knowing the passions
that burned
within the breasts
of the beasts
that slithered and hissed,
hidden in mists,
a scant semblance
of sanity
searing their synapses
with a blinding blood-lust.

Onward the wagon then
entering the murky fen,
the high pitched sibilance
of snake syllables
surround the travelers
in a turbid confusion
of scaled arms
and swords.

Surging over the wain
and wresting the life
from the two wayfarers
and ransacking the cargo
at leisure later.
yet somehow certain,
that those mindless impulses
that impel them
have purpose
and purvey
a better way
for the world to be

. . .

to violence and destruction
they would not have been liable
had the artifacts they carried
been anything other than
(what incisive saurians blamed
for the sorry state of the world
they’d inherited, and causally defamed) . . .

. . . a thousand moldy old copies
of Gideons’ Bible!

  - J Thrasher, "Catacombs Bar", Walnut St., Boulder, CO - 1976 

"The Earth is a farm. We are someone else's property."  -  Charles Fort