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It is perfecting, but... I wonder if I'll live to see the day... and, lately, I find I have zero patience for this stuff. In fact, my whole bookmarks folder for my doctoral work in Out There has shrunk spectacularly in recent months. I find myself so much less willing to wade through the volumes of material generated by people who are as locked in mortal combat with the truth as anyone in history or fiction.
I should not let myself keep calling them "bliss ninnies" even though they so frequently anger me or hark up a blast of the urge to despair, because at least most of them have the sense to reject the lie, even if they're just trying to replace it with a tall tale. They are ahead of so many completely convinced denizens of the lie... political pundits... gurus of geopolitics... mainstream media... scholars in their ivory towers... people of that ilk... liberal or conservative... mox nix.
It strikes me today that I should try to explore the fullness of my attitude about the aliens thing because I so am going to that conference and it so is not about ET at all, for me, and doesn't need to be for any of us for the main thrust of it to remain so utterly vital to the future of humans, maybe even all living things on planet earth. So letting one's knee jerk up so hard it bashes the chin and slices off however many acres of tongue whenever one hears anything even faintly smelling of aliens is a bad move... and, yes, I mixed sense inputs metaphor that thoroughly on purpose... in all cases, but especially in this one.
It has crossed my mind to think up something equally insulting for the upright and obedient types, just to balance it out, show I don't mean to be mean in any case but only to help shed light... rip open a little tear in the fabric of delusion for it. But, really, that mostly ends up working when people are familiar enough with me to know my colorful speech is never about harm. Never... with the possible exception of the very moment the pain or anger or frustration breaks upon my shore. I do mean it then, but not in a retributive way. Just in a stop it now before everything dies, you fucks, way... a maniac's saving all sentient beings way.
It almost never comes out of me in meat space, but comes out in my writing... whatever writing.... If it ever comes out of me in the world, it is only under extreme pressure, in dire straits, and sometimes even saves the day, but I'm going to this conference down in the real world and there will be people of all stripes down there, some of whom read my blog... maybe even you... and I don't want you to be terrified!
And I want you to come if you feel you'd like to [or can afford to] come and take in a lot of stuff that really needs your attention. So I should talk about this today.
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So it's not, thank the lort, as hot today as it was yesterday. I think we'll be topping out at 77º and, while that's still darn uncomfortable for me, it's still workable, and I need to do this to help banish my tendency to expect too much out of situations and people and just the whole karmic soup in general. I mean, on the one hand it's ludicrous that it could be considered too much, but on the other it's ludicrous that I tend to expect it despite my whole life of proofs not to.
I'm going to try to get it down here, but I can feel already it will be in fits and blasts, so I will just keep tacking them onto the bottom of this post, and please check back a time or two to see how this "nines on aliens" thing is going.
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Nope. It's topping out at 79º... not much better than yesterday... but the fog is still due in tonight and the high forecast for tomorrow is 64º... then rain or intermittent showers come for the next five days after that. I'm trying to will it down to at least Mendo World because of the trees, but that's looking less likely by the day. Maybe at least we can hope for a good old fashioned Northern California foggy summer. The redwoods water themselves with fog. I tend to draw my line at redwoods. Whatever else might be lost can mostly be replaced fairly speedily. Not so the trees, and the trees are the lynchpin for everything here... ultimately the reason I'm here instead of dead.
They imprinted on me as a baby. They raised me. My spirit me. I want to end up as profoundly wise as they are, give them legs... and a mouth dunderheads can hear.
So. Aliens. After the fog comes in and my muddle clears.
I want you to know why I don't care about them, why they may be hugely important in the grandest scheme of things and maybe vital for some people's ability to endure, or helping persuade them to open their coconuts, but are nonetheless immaterial to the project before us. It feels like my duty to wipe the smugness off the lethally-convinced liberal elitists in the midst of whom I have lived most of my life, giving them a way or a reason to realize their supposedly grounded, and excruciatingly expensive, environmentalism will not cut it no matter how strict they ever get about recycling and reusing and driving mysteriously guilt-relieving giant toxic batteries around.
I love them, but they need to be smacked.
You know all that.
Aliens. Soon. This evening. I gotta have the air.
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Finally. 6pm and the fog has rolled in close enough that my body stops fighting my brain. Got dinner in me. Coffee. Cigarette. Aliens....
I don't care about them! At all. Not in the relative to everything else sense. Not in the sense that applies in everyday life on this planet as we know it. You can't even start to think there is no other life out there, nor that there are no other people out there. You can't. Even math will prove what a blunder that cannot help but be. So I'm not denying they exist. Nor am I denying they've been here or are here. That too is as feasible as the math... more.
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And all that you say you are channelling from the Pleiadean Sector is really just your disowned self trying to break through your benighted denial tactics and scar-hardened ego in a way that vents pressure but can't really be pinned on you.
You should consider that right away.
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I might actually be one!
That's entirely possible, even though no one from another world ever bothered to claim me.
They have never bothered to make themselves known to me, nor to anyone I know. Excepting if the psychopaths are really aliens, which you have to admit is objectively a good guess, aliens have made absolutely no impression on my life. This is not to say, either, that I disbelieve all the people who have come out to say they have been up close and entirely too personal with space aliens. As I tend to say, I don't believe them and I don't not believe them. Not that many people get beyond the first part of that declaration of objectivity on the matter.
The reasons I might not believe whatever they think they have encountered is exactly real are very basic. I have had, and people close to me have had, dreams we could not tell were dreams, memories we have to ask around to try to confirm actually happened, times when dream mimicked waking so perfectly I did not know I was not at the office and half way through my day... when the phone call from the receptionist to ask if I were okay startled me so badly I nearly wet the bed. I thought the phone was ringing at my desk when my hand went out for the receiver and only Eva Lena asking me if I was coming in was enough to finally convince me I'd not already been in the office for hours.
My sister had to ask me if a certain thing transpired between her and her boyfriend or not, because she was too embarrassed to ask him for fear it may have been a dream. Lots of cases of that. Sometimes even people have dreams when they think they are awake, when everyone thinks they are awake. Usually momentary and, if they're even caught, usually attributed to visions. Those aren't that rare either... and not always fleeting... sometimes greatly detailed. And often feel more real than real. Such was definitely the case with my sister's confusion, and the reason she thought it might've been a dream was because it seemed more real than walking around kind of real and her boyfriend didn't seem to be acting in accord with it.
It has been discovered by entirely too many people to keep dismissing that people have been abducted in their thousands by our own people, had their brains scrambled and screen "memories" inserted just to make it double plus good. That definitely completely explains most of the encounters with aliens we've ever heard about... and not one entity from off world need actually have been involved in any of them.
I have noticed people inserting wild tales where the cognitive dissonance from whatever happened or keeps happening is too intense, and people deeply stressed will pick a familiar tale of space aliens if nothing else comes to mind. Almost everyone does this, but usually the situation isn't so extreme it demands something this far out but yet among the known to fill in for the unacceptable dissonance. Something as trivial as a wardrobe choice gets this treatment, and somethings as reprehensible as abduction, rape, witnessing profoundly terrible things, seeing something no one else sees, knowing something you're not supposed to know, all kinds of stuff, send many people straight into denial so complete and ornate they obliterate the unacceptable with something suitably outrageous but less unacceptable.
This can take a split second or it can take up to a day or so, but all by yourself you can have filled in that unacceptable spot with cement and sometimes covered it with something else, particularly since there has been such a rash of abducted people with inserted "memories" convinced that space aliens did it, and for real never ever remember whatever it actually was they cemented over. This is all the more suspect because so often these alien abduction "memories" don't show up for decades after the suppressed, by self or other, event/s... becoming something more like a cross or a chain of garlic held in front of a vampire amid a sea of obviously completely unacceptable events or perceived events. There's all kinds of sweet and consoling company within these ranks. It's almost what you'd call an institution... like churches and schools and bowling nights.
On top of that, no one knows how many different sorts of terrestrial intelligences might be on the planet. Not really. Just saying we know doesn't mean we know. At all. There is all kine planet earth no one has been to and cannot be seen from space, or recognized from space. There are surprisingly many serious people who believe the earth is hollow and there's a whole civilization in there, and you cannot say that is bullshit... even if you say it a thousand times. You don't know.
Like all that physics you think you know, that cuddly little TV scientists come on to tell you about all the time. Balderdash. There is a torsion physics out there... conceived by human scientists and concealed by humans too... a physics that can do all the stuff we've been taught only space aliens can do. You viddy? Those humans were every bit as smart as any aliens people invoke for this stuff. We did not need to back engineer crash materials to get all this stuff... though crashed craft may have been back engineered. Maybe from ET or maybe from someone right here we don't know about or don't know has this stuff.
From all indications there can have been all manner of extremely advanced technology millennia old dug up by archeologists and reused, okay? You just keep forgetting that you don't know. You keep forgetting that what they taught you in school was only called "knowledge" and given by people who do not mean you well, people whose only concern relative to you is that you think what they want you to think. How often does that shit turn out to be completely untrue when you bother to really look into it?
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Aliens either are or can as well be, for our purposes, completely beside the point. Here or not. Ever been here or not. Even if it's just dunderheaded to conclude they don't exist... despite all the mountains of ancient writings that say otherwise... despite the math... despite one good hard look telling you it is way more likely than not likely... on its face.
It doesn't change our responsibility for our world. Not an iota. Whether they ought to pitch in or butt out. Mox nix. There are veritable mountains of evidence that this engineerable torsion physics about which Joseph P. Farrell and Dr. Judy Wood and Nikola Tesla and Albert Einstein and quite a few others have spoken and still do speak is a completely terrestrial technology, whether or not there has ever been input from offworld.
That is what I've come to call "private physics" because people are using it. 9/11. No question. None. Even if they turn out to be space lizards we have only been taught are our fellow humans. It. Doesn't. Matter. What matters is the technology. It can kill us and it can cure us. We know what they do with it. They powderize buildings with it. They build advanced propulsion systems with it... dazzle throngs of agog lemmings who need but a loud snap of some cosmic hypnotist's fingers to see that these UFOs they want disclosed can all have been completely terrestrial, even if some of them aren't. They cause earthquakes with it. They use it to control the world.
The material question is: What will we do with it?
We can power the whole world with it. We can get to the moon with it. We can get all over the solar system with it, at least. We can remediate radiation with it. We can cure disease with it. We can clean up the horrific mess with it. Even, I think, undo all the GMO catastrophes with it. All things I'm sure they have done, or plan to do, for themselves at some point, but I'm just as sure they do not plan to do any of these for us.
Over the years I have put links all over my blogs by way of proving all this I say now to you. If you've been skipping it, or ignoring it, that doesn't mean there is not a perfectly sound, and totally lucid basis for this. At least some of the people at this conference are heavily concerned with this one salient bit, no matter how much space alien stuff comes with it.
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I have heard many times that space aliens love to come to these conferences, and am looking forward to the chance to meet one... though, I'm not holding my breath... and won't let myself be distracted by it in any case. There's too much work to do.
