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- I don't believe _in_ UFO's, and I'm not splitting hairs,
but *something* haunts the skies above, and shames us _well_ down here.
And not just _now_, but way back *when* 'twas flight was just a dream.
Yes, well before the pyramids that began it all, it seems. Back before
we sailed our seas we prayed to brutal gods -- gods as thick as errant
fleas to give that needed nod. Back before, when just a few, we wandered
plains in bands askew, and we were *almost* innocent then, an uncorrupted
kith and kin. Back before we wrote in books, we scratched cave walls with
paint and soot, and we recorded saucers, flying, (scaring the observers
spying) -- pulsing inner lights in waves that we, then, chipped in stone,
OK?
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- Kings of fearful ancient times would see them hover there,
and scurry to their *high* priests, their witchdoctors, and sayers. Pharoahs
of old Egypt ran, and raised up armies that would stand in fearful awe
of flying craft that, silent (days long!) flew on past! They could, even,
smell their odors -- alien and acrid motors! This was taken down (but hidden)
by a man of some *religion*, but the papyrus is real and good translation's
solid seal. I say this and _forget_ the Bible -- how all its stories make
it libel as a record of abduction, UFO's and piqued destruction!
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- Consider Alexander as he strides his *conquered* planet,
as he crosses raging rivers to secure a grip upon it. His elephants and
horses and, yes, most of all his men were panicked by two UFO's that _dove_
upon them, friend. They drove them from their crossing (why?) these craft
that sailed air; they flew like massive birds of prey that owned the sky
up there. Described as silver shields spitting fire to the ground, they
danced and burned and threatened, but they did not make a sound. Squealing
like Ned Beatty, and (yes!) scared beyond his wits, Alexander *wrote* it
down, so he'd _remember_ it.
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- And sober (pre-Christ) Romans were observers, then, as
well. Of skies, well nigh, INFESTED are the tales they would tell. Spectacles
of "fleets of ships" would course through troubled skies, they
wrote it down as point of fact, and not as *charming* lies. They would
HEAR terrific noises, and the sky would turn to gold. Men and women _trembled_
like they all had gotten cold. Globes of fire fell to Earth and landed
on the ground. Taking off they'd go straight up and flash their lights
around. Described as brighter than the sun, these terrified plain folks
(who'd run) to hapless priests or scared officials who'd write it down,
and sign _initials_. Pliny wrote of burning shields that danced across
his eye, annealed. Others wrote of missiles, then, that roared and soared
their skies again.
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- The birth of Christ won't cure the air of errant flying
craft. Josephus wrote of phantom ships, and no one thinks he's daft. Respected
as a scholar, and revered as circumspect, he wrote of flying chariots,
and of beings WITHIN them yet! He wrote of _armies_ of them that would
course their way through clouds! He wrote "surrounded cities"
so there really is no doubt. He wrote that all this happened in fullest
light of day -- he wrote of frightened peoples who went down on knees to
pray. This wasn't science fiction, but was well beyond his scope. He wrote
it as he saw it. All agree that he's no dope.
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- The Byzantine were not immune to unknown *flying* craft,
they wrote of ships called brilliant, more like burning globes -- as fast.
They hovered over cities (!), and presented beams like swords; folks looked
up and cringed in fear for judgement of those lords! Nobles watched the
pagans as the dark age was to end, and reddish brown in color flying saucers
flew again! They hovered over churches, and they scared the people blind
who ran in "bug" confusion from the castles if outside. They
had never seen the like! They cowered in their awe. They _survived_ and
wrote it down. It sticks, yes (!), in your craw.
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- And what is seminal history, but Saint Gregory of Tours
who reported on one Alcuin, a biographer of stars. Charlemagne's assaulted
by a light-fast glowing globe! It flickers inexplicably like a psychedelic
strobe! It's so damned strange it spooks his horse, which rears in the
attack. Charlemagne, in armor, is then thrown right off its back. This
injures him severely; he's dead in four more years, and kingdoms fall to
ruin as the Vikings bring their cheer.
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- The Japanese saw their fair share and they will not be
excluded. Yoritsumi saw the "flying lights" and here will be
included. Yoritsumi was a general with his army in the field, and he saw
them loop their circles in the sky like hurled shields. They swung all
night to morning light and then some hours still, so he, then, asked his
*wise* men who would shuck _their_ jive and shill, "Be unconcerned,
most gracious lord. Let smiles adjourn your frown -- it's a typhoon, heaving
mightily, to blow the stars around."
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- This takes us from -- "way back" BC . . . to
about the thirteenth century. There's more to say another day -- eight
hundred years of saucers -- hey! Forgetting tablets Sitchin translates,
UFO's remain debated. History's a smoking gun that people did _not_ write
for *fun*. It was, then, too damned expensive; they only wrote what common
sense was. Written in the words they _had_ in concepts they could understand,
they wrote that we are _not_ alone, and wrote that down in ink and stone!
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- No. I don't believe in UFO's. I _believe_ UFO's. The
difference is NOT that subtle. And what is there not to believe. Seriously
-- it crawls _all_ over the written record, and yet collectively we continue
to laugh inappropriately up our damp sleeves.
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- Why? We can't let it disturb our future plans? Rofl!
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- And, what is it but our belief in a phony-baloney, and
likely unjust, *future* ((awarded to us if we stay our *profitable* but
world sodomizing course)) that allows the shimmering scales of a court
jester ufology to be glued to our hapless eyes in the first place? Yeah!
Phony -- baloney!
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- The conservative establishment smirks and continues to
celebrate a conservatism that is born out of the *satisfactions* it has
discovered in having *things* remain _just_ as they ARE. Further -- it
is an establishment that recently finds itself needing to demonstrate some
reinvention as a *compassionate* party, proof of it's sociopathy! That
future that we hope for (and that they promise) is a red herring (for a
carrot) on the end of their long stick. And even IT evaporates (as a red
herring is wont to do) the moment they feel they HAVE to have another platinum
fixture on the downstairs bidet of their autumn home. In a contrived and
manipulated denouement that too few are availing themselves of -- these
few are very comfortable indeed. We are embroiled in a gigantic and pyramidal
ponsi-scheme for a sociopathic minority. This corrosive minority believes
that they will be able to insulate themselves from the very worst, FORGETTING
they are in a position to elevate the whole to truly _cosmic_ levels. Free
power, as example, has such a *problem* NOT because there is nothing to
it. Rather, a huge amount of old (and new) money feels it has a lot *invested*
in the early, fossil, twentieth century concepts presently employed. Energy
problems in this country could be eliminated with an _incentive_ to generate
power and supply it to a grid, presently, enslaving us, but I digress.
<puff -- puff . . . deep breath <g.
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- This group (of the, ah, uh -- . . . conservatively minded)
is the same bunch that fills the trough for our news media and mainstream
science impetus. It is also the major proponent of a campaign to keep ufology
in the under-funded-court-jester status it presently occupies. UFO's suggest
change -- this is a change that may not be compatible with the present
ease of luxury and control now enjoyed by selected persons presently disrespecting
_your_ individuality and quality of life. How much control _do_ you have?
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- No, we hang by threads. At the complete whim of the arbitrary,
we are song and danced by a cloying appeal to tradition and ceremony. These
traditions of Aristotle, and these ceremonies of elitist convenience do
nothing but beg the inevitable question; however, a question largely unanswered
but for a smirking retort that maintains a status quo leading to an increasingly
exclusionary and suicidal dead end.
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- Somebody knows.
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- UFO's are, by definition, change, and point to worlds
with much more breadth and scope -- potential and expansiveness. It gets
no easier to maintain a façade of normalcy for the smirking denial
of these few, so fearlessly -- ask your own questions though the answers
(or the suggestions of answers) offend you, shock you, or shame you. There
is joy beyond the shame, satisfaction beyond the shock, and fellowship
beyond the offense.
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- And it's real.
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