Sunday, January 21, 2018
Sunday, January 14, 2018
Thursday, January 11, 2018
|Snow and Swearing...snow and swearing...|
Spending hours and hours clearing something (snow) falling from the sky can make you wonder about strange alternate realities where storms make things spring UP from the ground. Let's hop the vibrational boundary to visit such a reality and an Earth much like our own. We join your local nightly news already in progress:
"This just in, town officials have yet again had their bacon saved by farmer Johnson’s psychic potbellied pig, Mr. Furry McTumtums. The sleuthing swine broke the case of Town Hall’s missing clock tower after spending three days in a deep meditative trance communing with several technologically enhanced non-corporeal entities, said farmer Johnson beaming proudly from behind his vegetable stand. We’ll have more for you at 11:00 as details unfold.
And now it’s time for your weather.
The National Weather Service has issued a warning for our viewing area that late winter, early spring storm Janus is expected to bring as much as two feet of plant growth during the overnight. Light sprouting is expected to begin early Monday evening and intensify overnight into early Tuesday morning. Lawn, playground, and golf course travel is strongly discouraged due to the potential of hard to get out stains, so if you have to go out remember to wear old clothes or perhaps shorts. Local hardware stores are seeing the usual shortages of lawn mowers, clippers, gas cans, and beer helmets while grocery stores are reporting runs on milk and bread despite the fact that roads, sidewalks, and power lines will be completely unaffected. The storm has already dumped unruly shrubs, poking branches, and unwanted weeds all along the East Coast. Wind gusts of up to 7 mph have been reported and found to be not really worth mentioning except as a passing side note. Janus, while large, pales in comparison to the Tropism of ’98 where five feet of plant growth in just forty-eight-hours. Some viewers might remember the Scythe Clubs that became fashionable for a time afterwards. Dressing in medieval period clothing, members roved from community to community offering cut the walls of grass in exchange for wine and cheese.
Stay tuned for updates."
Saturday, January 6, 2018
|A UFO as seen through the infrared filter of a Navy fighter's camera in 2004. Image (c) the Department of Defense.|
In December of 2017 the US Department of Defense let it be known -for reasons that remain unclear-that they never really got out of the UFO business after Project Blue Book closed. Not a big shock there, really. Researchers both fringe and mainstream have held hands on that fact for decades. In fact, any Department of Defense worth its salt would be in the UFO investigation game. Remember, the 'U' stands for Unidentified and not 'alien' or 'extraterrestrial'. Those words are the polar opposite of 'Unidentified'. So, wanting to know what is in our airspace and why we cannot identify some of the Objects Flying in our airspace is a valid and logical task, if you grok me.
|Fox knows my name! (I swear I did not make this.)|
Moving beyond that boundary the map reads in bold print, "Here Be Monsters. Maybe. Depends on who you talk to. Trust No One."
And yet, with the above revelation many find themselves drifting past the aforementioned boundary as it came with the FIRST video of a UFO chase formally released by our government. That's quite the policy switch. To push us even further into murky waters was the implication of "recovered" metal alloys of "unknown" origin or type that did not seem to originate from any country. That's what the former head of the disclosed UFO project from 2007 to 2012, Luis Elizondo, said in a recent interview. No. Joke. The name of the project, which still exists today, is the delightful Defense Department's Advanced Aerospace Threat Identification Program. Just saying the words out loud make me want to binge on sci-fi films. So, what is all this? An admission of knowledge of Current Year aliens vs Ancient ones? Or did we just learn that Sen. Harry "tourists smell" Reid handed a close friend of his millions of our tax dollars to handle the supposed ‘artifacts’. That's a whole other aspect that knocks some of the mystery out of its sails. Some articles mentioned that two other politicians also supported funding the project, but in a twist straight from Hollywood those two are dead now so good luck getting their statements.
I don't want to give you my own summary of the known facts and their ramifications quite yet. I'm still trying to learn who exactly did what and where, and no doubt the public is only being fed carefully measured, lovin' spoonfuls of details. This could be huge. This could be a waste of time. This could be nothing more than a cover for a dark well where tax dollars are poured into far away from prying eyes. It could be a cover story for some other program. It could be a Psy Op (Psychological Operation) to see how people react or to ensure odd items in the sky are thought of as anything but advanced military prototypes. It could be forgotten about like the Harlem Shake, never to be heard of again outside of the fringe research community. Who knows! Therefore, let me provide you an array of links across the spectrum of reactions and beliefs. You decide for yourself what this means or if it means anything at all.
And did I mention Blink 182 is part of all this? There's a reason "weirder" is in my title.
YouTube channel Bright Insight. I like Jimmy's channel.
An interview with Luis Elizondo
An interview with the Navy pilot Cmdr. David Fravor.
Monday, January 1, 2018
|Spit they want. Spit they shall have!|
Okay, not mine exactly but the long history of those known and unknown couplings my ancestors made time for between finding food, not getting killed/eaten, and not dying of disease. Kind of takes the sin out of it, doesn't it? No fun looking at sex as something that might happen IF YOU LIVE LONG ENOUGH. But, that's life for you. Real Life. Remember, it wasn't that long ago that things like, oh I don't know, the H1N1 flu virus killed between 3%-5% of the entire human race in roughly two years. Perhaps you've heard of the misnamed "Spanish Flu" of 1918 to 1920(ish)? We have it very easy today, my friends. Don't think we don't.
Anyway. Back to sex. There's a "special hug" between a Mommy and a Daddy, who historically speaking, are fortunate enough to have disease resilient/well-functioning genes and a safe food/water supply to even allow attempting the "special hug". (Don't even get me going on female selection strategies and competition dynamics.) This "special hug" usually produces offspring who hopefully also have the same or better resulting genes and who hopefully are taught to create or recognize the safe food/water sources. And thus, Life Makes Life. That, gentle reader, is the story of you and I and most other lifeforms back through the Corridors of Time. You, in fact, are highly unlikely to even exist given all the variables and means of Death in the world. Let me put it this way...
Shall I put it another way? Break it down to brass tacks? Fine. The ponderous and I dare say miraculous molecular machine comprising the self you identify as "you" thanks to an odd tension somewhere behind or between your eyes, the undefinable "you" as the Zen masters would try to say, is a unique creation never before attempted by Universe (in the Buckminster Fuller's appellation sense) and to our knowledge never to be tried again on this planet. Lots and Lots went into making you, gentle reader. Generations and generations of struggle.
|Settle down, Patsy. That's not what I'm doing.|
Back to all the sex in my family tree. I want to know where my ancestors roamed, lived, found mates, and where the children lived to repeat the cycle. In all likelihood I will repeat this DNA test with other companies for comparison sake. Scientifically speaking, that's the best plan. Look, Life is the only true minority in the Universe as far as I as can tell. So why not study my small part in this great play, right? I hope to find surprises. I hope my understanding of my family is vastly incomplete. I hope to look at a map of the Earth and ponder the vast multitude I might call kin.
Be seeing you,