On first contact, everything I have ever been addicted to had an immediate effect on my energetic field.
My first underage cigarette, for instance. The inhalation was unpleasant but, seconds later, as the nicotine passed from the lungs and into the bloodstream. Boom.
Or the first evening I drove my car down to the pizza place, purchased a pizza and ate the entire thing in an unlit park without anyone knowing. (Then had a cigarette.) Boom again.
My whole energy field crackled like watching an electrical storm from space… a simultaneous release and a union.
Scoring extra points for irony -but losing a few for ‘duh, obvs’- my first deep dive into post-structuralism was another such electrical storm.
Studying postmodernism at university at the end of the nineties, in the hometown of The Matrix, having alternated between homework and The Invisibles or magic books… it was like coming home.
And despite -story of my life- getting into it at the absolute fag end of its critical usefulness, it seemed to me there was a solidity to poststructuralist discourse. I, at least, -and probably everyone else- would think this way forever.
The world moved on. I didn’t. There is no champix for poststructuralism. Probably wouldn’t fill the prescription even if there was.
There is a curious rhythm to human affairs, or perhaps more specifically, to Western history. Some movement or idea comes along, and everyone gets swept up in its wake. This is it, then; this is the Answer we’ve been looking for. All of those previous answers were wrong; now, at long last, we’re on the right track. In the fullness of time, of course, this shiny new idea loses its luster, betrays us, or even results in the death of millions. So apparently, we were deceived. But wait: here’s the true new idea, the one we should have followed all along. This is the Answer we’ve been looking for. Etc.
“Man cannot make a worm,” wrote Montaigne, “yet he will make gods by the dozen.”
For it is all a kind of shamanism, in a way, an attempt to become whole through magic. We are all broken, after all; that is why the promise of redemption has such a powerful hold on us. “I am he who puts together,” declared one Mazatec shaman, some years ago. It finally comes down to a (misguided) attempt at healing, which is reinforced by tribal practice (commonly known as groupthink). I recall attending a conference on postmodernism in the 1990s and being struck by how similar the lectures were, in form, to those of Communist Party members of the 1930s. The “holy names” were different–one cited de Man and Derrida instead of Marx and Lenin–but the glazed eyes and the mantra-like repetition of politically approved phrases were very much the same. Truth be told, I have observed the same hypnotic behavior at all types of academic conferences, from feminism to computer science. You watch, you listen, and you wonder: When will we finally wake up? And you know the horrible truth: never. In effect, we shall continue to erect statues to Napoleon, but never, or rarely, to Montaigne. This much is clear. [More.]
Identity is situational. This is a cornerstone of poststructuralism particularly as it relates to postcolonial identity. You are made of your memories and your context. Hence, for instance, denying fifteen or twenty thousand years of ‘memory’ to indigenous Pacific cultures quickly becomes political.
Contained in the word is a clue to its poststructural analysis. remembering… reattaching limbs; pieces of a self. To ‘re’-member is to reassemble yourself anew. On a fundamental level, you reconstitute yourself each morning. From across the universe, the pieces of you fly together like an empty Iron Man suit. Which memories you make available to yourself (or to indigenous cultures) defines the size and shape of the suit.
Being literally the prodigal bastard of Empire (and proud of it!) these ideas crackled like lightning all around me. I got to sound smart in tutorials by quoting PJC. The tutor particularly liked “a personality is something you possess rather than something you are.” Thanks, Pete!
I bring this up because yesterday was awful. Typically, upon waking up after a fast day I have a sort of psychic fog of war (a la Warcraft II) where you can sense the high probability events; lunch, showering, emailing Deb; coalesce into being.
Not yesterday. Yesterday I woke up with everything switched off. It’s probably not a thing but it felt like sudden onset seasonal affective disorder. (Of course, if it is a thing, it would be called SO SAD, a name cute enough to possibly cure itself.)
And there is a huge amount of collapse and sheer terror going on in my world of work which I would love to achieve catharsis by blogging through but I can’t for a variety of NDA/Google Alert reasons. As if on cue, my work computer spluttered and died completely yesterday morning… leaving me to use the Mac I bought after Discovery Channel made me redundant. (The symbolism is not lost on me. It rarely is. I’m rarely right but even more rarely lost.)
This is part of a wider technological collapse that is going on around me. I’m blowing out lightbulbs again, I’m wiping my Oyster Card, my iPhone won’t turn off if it’s plugged in.
Anyway, it’s not SO SAD. It’s some long-foreseen astrological weather -for want of a better term- but it’s severely impacting my ability to coalesce into an Iron Man suit appropriate for the task at hand.
So it’s time to re-member.
It’s time to build a new suit with memories drawn from a Deeper Well. A quantum one. If I don’t have my fog of war then I propose that the best way through disruption is to be disrupted.
If you don’t have enough psychic runway to cohere into a solid then you will have to take off in pieces, like a flock (or a shoal). When trying to get a fix on my label, my personality, my anything… ask yourself which of the following pieces are me? There may be a test.
- They are drawn from a few things I am re-reading or reading… as well as some old photos that I have spent the weekend uploading because I’d hate to lose them when this old Mac craps out as it surely will.
- The only conscious ‘order’ they are in is an aesthetic one.
- Hold as many of them as you can in your head at the one time.
This is my grandmother, obviously from her terrorist ‘phase’ that the family never talks about.
Sinistrari does not deny that some young women often have visions and imagine that they have attended a sabbat. Similarly, ordinary erotic dreams have been classified by the church quite separately from the question we are studying. Sinistrari does not mean such psychological phenomena when he speaks of demoniality; he refers to actual physical intercourse, such as the basic texts on witchcraft discuss. Thus in the Compendium Maleficarum, Gnaccius gives eighteen case histories of witches who have had carnal contact with demons. All cases are vouched for by scholars whose testimony is above question.
Besides, St. Augustine himself says in no uncertain terms: It is a widespread opinion, confirmed by direct or indirect testimony of trustworthy persons, that the Sylvans and Fauns, commonly called Incubi, have often tormented women, solicited and obtained intercourse with them. There are even Demons, which are called Duses [i.e., lutins] by the Gauls, who are quite frequently using such impure practices: this is vouched for by so numerous and so high authorities that it would be impudent to deny it.
Now the devil makes use of two ways in these carnal contacts. One he uses with sorcerers and witches, the other with men and women perfectly foreign to witchcraft. What Sinistrari is saying here is that two kinds of people may come in contact with the beings he calls demons: those who have made a formal pact with them – and he gives the details of the process for making this pact – and those who simply happen to be contacted by them. The implications of this fundamental statement of occultism for the interpretation of the fairy-faith and of modern UFO stories should be obvious. – Jacques Vallée. Dimensions.
I’m the one on the right in the most homosexual shirt in the room, staring at MMTP. Still remember those sandles. My father’s child holding technique improved as my siblings came along.
A few months ago, we had people to eat. One wife walked in, took a look at our table set for six, and said, ‘How brave. I don’t do dinner parties any more.’ To which the only reply was: ‘This isn’t a dinner party.’ For a start, because the phrase is banned in our household. Change the phrase and it does change your attitude. (I have a friend who once said wistfully, ‘I might think about retiring if it wasn’t called “retiring”.’) So ‘friends are coming to supper’ isn’t a euphemism, just a different description. It doesn’t mean you’ll cook less assiduously or enjoy their company less – if anything, the contrary.
‘A dinner party’: what terrible words they are. Social duty as the ultimate Tennis Mom, with the domestic cook scrabbling along the baseline, convinced their backhand is just about to go to pieces under the pressure. And this pressure is subtly if unintentionally increased by food writers. A dinner party means you have to prepare three courses, doesn’t it? Newspaper columns and cookbooks are frequently arranged so as to endorse this precept. Starter, main course, [cheese] in square brackets since at least you aren’t expected to make that (or bake the biscuits), pudding. Seasonal menus, matched for you already, parts one, two, and three. The writer can do it, therefore you must and can too. And so you will, however much you inwardly protest: after all, you bought the book, didn’t you? – Julian Barnes. The Pedant In The Kitchen
Speaking of my mother the psychonaut, that’s her on the right. Gonna go out on a limb and say this was taken in Australia because she and my aunt and uncle aren’t blue with hypothermia.
What happens if we examine the files of sightings with an open mind regarding such psychic components? We find that phenomena of precognition, telepathy, and even healing are not unusual among the reports, especially when they involve close-range observation of an object or direct exposure to its light.
Contact between human percipients and the UFO phenomenon always occurs under conditions controlled by the latter. Its characteristic feature is a factor of absurdity that leads to a rejection of the story by the upper layers of the target society and an absorption at a deep unconscious level of the symbols conveyed by the encounter… its impact in shaping man’s long-term creativity and unconscious impulses is probably enormous. The fact that we have no methodology to deal with such an impact is only an indication of how little we know about our own psychic world. – Jacques Vallée. Dimensions.
Little family secret for you. My grandfather was actually a troll who liked to boil children into soup while laughing. That’s me front right… possibly drunk, possibly doing my first Winston Churchill impression. It would not be my last.
The removal of the Underworld into the sky caused massive disruptions in categories of gods, angels and other immortals, both celestial and chthonic. The resultant upheavals indifferently made objects of devotion into demons and restored lustre to those formerly despised. Just as the Gnostic demonisation of God and Angels typifies the one, so the rehabilitation of Typhon-Set, both in solar theology and in magic, typifies the other. Equally this upheaval transferred deities and others from one place to another, retaining the same status as previously enjoyed.
Some, like the God of the Old Testament demonised by various Gnostics, cast aside the novel garment. This was achieved relatively soon, if we discount certain aspects of medieval dualism. Others found their new clothes harder to shake off; their changed status has persisted right into modern times. The chthonic realm generally was the loser, despite the popularity of some of its major deities: for instance Dionysus and indeed Persephone. This was likely inevitable given the vertical distinctions already explicit in Plato’s model, and in the historical process of separating the chief deity from the material universe. This separation, which monotheistic theology occasionally considers its crowning accomplishment, is from another point of view one of the world’s greatest doctrinal disasters. –Jake Stratton-Kent. Geosophia I.
Ha! Wondering if your child is gay? Does he wear electric peach and fluro yellow t-shirts that in no way provide a tonal match for his extended family? Then yeah… he totally is.
[Ingo] Swann had many amazing successes. In an October 1972 experiment, he correctly identified a moth inside a box: “small, brown, and irregular, sort of like a leaf, or something that resembles it, except that it seems very much alive, like it’s even moving.”
In April 1973, he suggested that perhaps during weekends and free time, he try something more exciting. The Pioneer 10 space probe had been launched and would not reach Jupiter for several months. Why not RV Jupiter? Monitored by Puthoff and fellow scientist Russell Targ, Swann yielded 13 specific factors about Jupiter, none of which had been scientifically anticipated. Ultimately, 12 of these were confirmed, including the surprising existence of a planetary ring. –Richard Dolan. The Cover-Up Exposed, 1973-1991 (UFOs and the National Security State)
I was going to blame the 80s for the t-shirt in the previous photo but as you can clearly see from the timestamp and to a lesser extent the couches, it is now the nineties.
Modernity is not a synonym of rationality. In the last couple of decades, historians and cultural theorists have been exploring this re-enchantment of Western culture. They trace these issues back to the late 18th and early 19th centuries, at a time when the experience of life in industrializing European societies generated aesthetic reactions against the encroachment of mechanization, urbanization, and pollution. Progress was portrayed as a destructive force. The Romantic poets, essayists, and artists harked back to a halcyon classical pagan past set in a rural idyll, while in the present the last portal to an enchanted world was through emotion, memory, and imagination.[..]
In mid-Victorian Britain, there was what some historians have described as a ‘crisis of faith’, a turning away from the sober, rationalist worship of the Church of England, a yearning for a more vital and spiritual connection. Modern spiritualism provided this. The movement began in America in 1848, when the adolescent Fox sisters of Hydesville, New York State, claimed that they could communicate with the spirits of the dead through knocks and raps.
This age-old phenomenon, in the past blamed on witches or devils, was now reinterpreted and validated in the eyes of many: noisy hauntings moved from the realm of ‘superstition’ back to the heart of religion. For some, spiritualism was the recrudescence of diabolism; for some, profound confirmation of the Christian afterlife; and for others, a fraud to be debunked: magic, in multiple definitions, was back at the heart of religious and scientific investigation. Spiritualism represented a ‘crisis of evidence’ as much as it highlighted a ‘crisis of faith’. Its advent came a few years after the first telegraph messages had been sent. This scientific achievement made the notion of communicating with the spirit world all the more reasonable to many from both religious and scientific backgrounds.
Consider Cromwell Varley (1828–83). A leading British expert in electronic engineering, who played a significant role in developing the trans-Atlantic telegraph system, Varley came to accept the existence of an electro-magnetic spirit telegraph. He did not come to this conclusion from blind faith but through scientific experimentation. While many spiritualist mediums were exposed as frauds, a few genuinely puzzled the scientific community. They raised questions about the limits of observable evidence and scientific authority. –Owen Davies. Magic: A Very Short Introduction.
Remember that boat where I first fell in love with my cousin who now lives down the road from me in London? This is that boat! Check out the unbelievably 80s spread. The man standing next to
the terrorist my grandmother is a lawyer if you can believe that. Note my Loveboat ensemble? Even at the age of 8 I still brought the rain to theme parties. Shoulda been born in Jersey.
Russian UFO researcher Vladimir Azhazha, a physicist and Professor of Mathematics at Moscow University and a leading Soviet ufologist, said that the Setka-MO program generated “too many incidents that could not be denied.” His statements lend support to the claim there was indeed a secret element to Setka-MO.
Soviet submarines, he said, were encountering underwater objects that would follow them. These objects were initially thought to be American devices, but one incident laid that theory to rest. A Soviet icebreaker was at work in the Arctic Ocean when, according to Azhazha, “a brilliant spherical craft suddenly broke through the ice and flew up vertically, showering the vessel with fragments of ice.” Looking up, the sailors and officers on deck saw the object; looking down they saw the hole in the ice. “You don’t shoot a missile that way. You have to break the ice first. Furthermore, the object was a bright sphere. We knew what nuclear missiles looked like!”
As a result of encounters like these, said Azhazha, the Soviets drew up rules of engagement for UFOs: how to observe them and what to do in a confrontation. “They treated us the way we would treat a fish, or a rabbit,” said Azhazha. “It is naive to assume they have any goodwill toward us, or any need to interact. They simply seem to go about their business. They coexist with us.” –Richard Dolan. The Cover-Up Exposed, 1973-1991 (UFOs and the National Security State)
Taken near the outpost town of Haast on New Zealand’s south island. The ocean proved too difficult for large ships so settlers used to ‘swim’ entire herds of cattle to shore from beyond the rocks. This mental image has stayed with me for years.
Sceptics often repeat the slogan that ‘extraordinary claims demand extraordinary evidence’, which is another expression of the materialist assumption. The sense of being stared at and telepathy are ordinary, in that most people have experienced them. They are not ‘extraordinary’, meaning ‘beyond the normal order’, or ‘highly exceptional’: they are common. From this point of view, the sceptics’ claim is extraordinary and demands extraordinary evidence. Where is the extraordinary evidence that most people are deluded about their own experience? –Rupert Sheldrake. The Science Delusion.
I can’t tell you why but this is one of my favourite places on earth. I first saw it at age fourteen on our first family skiing trip to New Zealand. Whenever I am within 200 kilometres of it I make sure to seek it out.
Such is the story of Fatima as it can be reconstructed from reports of the time and from church investigations. The final “miracle” had come at the culmination of a precise series of apparitions combined with contacts and messages that place it very clearly, in my opinion, in the perspective of UFO phenomena. Not only was a flying disk or globe consistently involved, but its motion, its falling-leaf trajectory, its light effects, the thunderclaps, the buzzing sounds, the strange fragrance, the fall of “angel hair” that dissolves upon reaching the ground, the heat wave associated with the close approach of the disk – all of these are frequent parameters of UFO sightings everywhere. And so are the paralysis, the amnesia, the conversations, and the healings.
What about the prophetic element? Mrs. Keech predicted a flood and salvation from above. Uri Geller and Dr. Andrija Puharich once forecasted massive flying saucer landings. Many people around the country (whom author John Keel has appropriately called “the silent contactees”) are keeping to themselves what they regard as revelations made to them by alien entities. Perhaps people have always had such experiences. Perhaps they were purely religious, hence private, in times past, and only the relative acceptance of modern UFO sightings by a segment of the media and by a few curious scientists has encouraged the partial disclosure of some of the contacts. Whatever the case may be, we tend to discount too easily any phenomena that contain seemingly absurd elements. This is the third coverup. –Jacques Vallée. Dimensions.
Me in Sydney in 2005. Whilst it may look like my game face, it was actually just really hot that day. (It was totally my game face.)
Ingo Swann was now face to face with Axelrod, who offered him $1,000 per day for his work during the next few days. Regarding his agency, Axelrod said only “we exist without leaving a paper trail regarding our mission.” There were no disclosure papers to sign, only a promise not to talk for ten years, after which “our mission will have ‘disappeared’ as it were.” The two became friendly. “Axel” said he knew all about Swann’s remote viewing of Jupiter, and asked Swann what he knew about the Moon.
Not much, said Swann. “Well,” said Axelrod, “we want you to go to the Moon for us, and describe what you see.” He gave Swann about ten Moon coordinates, causing Swann to wonder if Axelrod’s group was looking for places to hide a Moon base, or perhaps searching for a lost, secret, spacecraft. Swann “went” to the coordinates and saw a green haze, two rows of lights, and towers. He apologized – clearly, he was perceiving Earth, not the Moon.
Axelrod seemed perturbed and asked Swann if he was sure of what he saw. Eventually it dawned on Swann: “You mean, am I to think these lights are actually on the Moon?” No answer from Axelrod. “Have the Russians built a Moonbase or something?” Still no answer. They went through the coordinates again, and Swann saw the light towers better this time, built on narrow struts. They were very tall, perhaps over 100 feet. He saw an even larger tower at the edge of a crater, as tall as a skyscraper. “Am I, then, to assume this stuff really is on the Moon?” No answer. “Am I to assume this stuff is not ours? Not made on Earth?”
Axelrod finally answered: “Quite a surprise, isn’t it?” –Richard Dolan. The Cover-Up Exposed, 1973-1991 (UFOs and the National Security State)
Another shot from New Zealand’s south island. The man who owned the lodge we stayed at would surf here most days. This astounded me because I can almost count the sharks in this photo. He said “Occasionally, you see a half eaten seal wash up but that’s it.” After dinner whilst driving back from the David-Lynchesque restaurant, MMTP and I both saw strange fairy beings scuttling across the road into the undergrowth. If we were in Australia we would have called them bunyips.
It is hard to believe that a caterpillar chewing a leaf is the same organism as the moth that later emerges from the pupa. In the pupa, almost all the caterpillar tissues are dissolved before the new structures of the adult develop. Most of the nervous system is dissolved as well. In a recent study, Martha Weiss and her colleagues at Georgetown University, Washington, found that moths could remember what they had learned as caterpillars in spite of all the changes they went through during metamorphosis. They trained caterpillars of the Carolina Sphinx moth, Manduca sexta, to avoid the odour of ethyl acetate by associating exposure to this odour with a mild electric shock. After two larval moults and metamorphosis within the pupae, the adult moths were averse to ethyl acetate, despite that radical transformation of their nervous system. -Rupert Sheldrake. The Science Delusion.
Haast River. If I ever need to properly drop off the grid, you will find me in Haast. Bring whisky and The Economist.
[T]he mid-1970s did experience a temporary breakdown of decades of secrecy on a wide range of topics. Investigative reporter Seymour Hersh revealed in late 1974 that the CIA was not only destabilizing foreign governments, but was also conducting illegal intelligence operations against thousands of American citizens. On January 27, 1975, the U.S. Senate established a special body to investigate.
Chaired by Senator Frank Church (D-ID), with Senator John Tower (R-TX) as vice-chairman, the committee was given nine months and 150 staffers to complete its work. They interviewed 800 individuals, and conducted 250 executive and 21 public hearings. The topics included assassination plots involving foreign leaders, secret storage of toxic agents, CIA domestic mail opening programs, activities of the National Security Agency, the FBI’s “Counterintelligence Program” (Cointelpro) and warrantless electronic surveillance, improper surveillance of American citizens by the U.S. military, the Internal Revenue Service as an intelligence resource and collector, covert actions, and re-investigations of the assassinations of John F. Kennedy and Martin Luther King, Jr. In many respects, this was the only time in American history that a Senate Committee looked critically and carefully into the U.S. intelligence community. –Richard Dolan. The Cover-Up Exposed, 1973-1991 (UFOs and the National Security State)
Larnach Castle. Still on New Zealand’s south island. When MMTP and I arrived and looked through their museum, her face went white. Apparently a good deal of the haunting the castle received followed them from a pub up the valley in Australia where we are from. She had been to that pub regularly as a young woman. Rumour was this pub-owning family used to chain Australian aborigines up on the basement around in the late 1800s. She had seen the chains.
[O]ne of the crucial interfaces between the western elite, its agencies of power, and the postwar Nazi “International” was Nazi general Reinhard Gehlen’s military intelligence unit, Fremde Heere Ost, or Foreign Armies East, a vast network of spies within the Soviet Union and Eastern Europe. Gehlen undertook negotiations with OSS station chief in Zurich, Allen Dulles, to turn this network over to American intelligence at the conclusion of the war, provided that he, General Gehlen, remain in day-to-day operational control of this network. As I observed in The SS Brotherhood of the Bell, this meant effectively that when the ink was dry on the National Security Act of 1947, the CIA’s civilian character was already compromised, for the CIA’s on-the-ground Soviet intelligence and analysis division was, virtually in its entirety, General Gehlen’s Nazi military intelligence group, otherwise known at the time as the Gehlen Organization, or simply, the “Gehlenorg.” This organization often worked in close conjunction with other postwar Nazi organizations such as ODESSA and The Spider, the Kameradenwerk and the Bruderschaft. This is a crucial point, for it means that in the postwar period and well into the 1950s, the CIA’s on-the-ground intelligence network, not only in Eastern Europe and the Soviet Union, but also in Western Europe, was largely a Nazi organization under nominal American command. […]
As war approached, the links between the Rockefellers and the Nazi government became more and more firm. In 1936, the J. Henry Schröder Bank of New York had entered into a partnership with the Rockefellers. Schröder, Rockefeller and Company, Investment Bankers, was formed as part of an overall company that Time magazine disclosed as being “the economic booster of the Rome-Berlin Axis.” The partners in Schröder, Rockefeller and Company included Avery Rockefeller, nephew of John D., Baron Bruno von Schröder in London, and Kurt von Schröder of the BIS and Gestapo in Cologne. Avery Rockefeller owned 42 percent of Schröder, Rockefeller, and Baron Bruno and his Nazi cousin 47 percent. Their lawyers were John Foster Dulles and Allen Dulles of Sullivan and Cromwell. Allen Dulles (later of the Office of Strategic Services) was on the board of Schröder.
Dulles, as OSS station chief in Zurich, also used his position “to protect himself and his clients from investigation for laundering Nazi funds back to America.” […]
Originally, President Roosevelt entrusted the postwar investigation of American-Nazi financial relationships—Operation Safehaven— to his Secretary of the Treasury, Henry Morgenthau. Morgenthau was, of course, the originator of the Morgenthau Plan, a notorious “revenge” document calling for the complete de-industrialization of Germany and its division into smaller merely agricultural states. He was replaced as the head of Operation Safehaven after the war by none other than Allen Dulles, who used his position to recruit Nazis. From there, it gets even murkier: Although Dulles destroyed the Safehaven index, a few of Morgenthau’s original files escaped Dulles’s shredder, and can be found in the wartime State Department POst Files. –Joseph P. Farrell. Saucers, Swastikas and Psy-ops.
Surfer hobbit. Totally a look. Probably. This is Auckland’s west coast and that’s my old Sydney flatmate come a’ visitin’.
What is beyond dispute is that by 1975, the U.S. remote viewing program was bumping into UFO-ET phenomena. Moreover, belief in an extraterrestrial presence became widespread among people involved in remote viewing. Major General Albert Stubblebine, who for years managed the Star Gate program, said “I will tell you for the record that there are structures underneath the surface of Mars . . . . I will also tell you that there are machines under the surface of Mars that you can look at.” –Richard Dolan. The Cover-Up Exposed, 1973-1991 (UFOs and the National Security State)
Outside Arrowtown in New Zealand. Misty Mountains, eh?
Human life is ruled by imagination and myth; these obey strict laws and they, too, are governed by control systems, although admittedly not of the hardware type. If UFOs are acting at the mythic and spiritual level it will be almost impossible to detect it by conventional methods.
To prevent genuine scientific study from being organized, all that is needed is to maintain a certain threshold of ridicule around the phenomenon. This can be done easily enough by a few influential science writers, under the guise of humanism or rationalism. UFO research is equated by them with “false science,” thus creating an atmosphere of guilt by association, which is deadly to any independent scientist. Efforts are made to systematically discredit professional researchers who investigate the phenomenon. –Jacques Vallée. Dimensions.
My sister and I having just completed a few zorb trips down a hill outside Rotorua. We’re dripping wet because half the zorbs are filled with warm soapy water that you slosh around in as it rolls down the hill, repeatedly elbowing your sister in the face. I sold that camera to move to London. Broke my heart a little bit.
Spend as much time unlearning as you do learning. I think a lot about what our adult learning needs to look like in order to succeed at work in the next ten years. We will be competing with Generation Z. We will have to learn as effectively as they learn. Alvin Toffler, a futurist, has the answer: “The illiterate of the 21st century will not be those who cannot read and write, but those who cannot learn and unlearn and relearn.” –Penelope Trunk. The New American Dream.
Oamaru. I enjoyed immensely the optimism in this slogan… especially as it’s painted on an old building in a small town at the very edge of the earth.
The intelligence community likes to give the impression that it knows all about UFOs but, of course, cannot reveal what it knows. Its job is to pretend that it knows everything. Yet I am beginning to suspect that the real secret in Washington, the secret that must be kept at all costs, is that the intelligence community knows nothing, although it certainly has files full of tantalizing details nobody has been able to put together yet.
The scientific community is far behind the times, fighting rearguard skirmishes in the name of Rationalism. Academic scholars periodically rally behind some luminary who has just “discovered” the final, rational explanation, and periodically the explanation has to be withdrawn under public ridicule. Flying saucers have been “explained scientifically” as plasma discharges, swamp gas, status inconsistency, cognitive dissonance, refraction effects, and temporal lobe epilepsy. But they keep right on flying, under the noses of the explainers. –Jacques Vallée. Messengers of Deception.
Kaikoura. Mountains tumbling down into the ocean. Uploading these photos over the weekend has several times begged the question exactly what I’m doing in Europe’s filthiest, most-crowded city.
Further on in her introduction to cabbage lies a story about Descartes. A ‘lively Marquise’, who shared the common presumption of the time that high thinking should be matched by austere living, once came across the philosopher tucking into more than was strictly necessary to keep a hermit alive. When she expressed her surprise, Descartes responded, ‘Do you think that God made good things only for fools?’ This story, which Grigson clearly found emblematic, gave her the title for her collection Good Things. – Julian Barnes. The Pedant In The Kitchen.
If this reminds you of that scene in Fellowship of The Ring where the hobbits look up and see the ringwraith silhouetted against the night sky… that’s because this is where that happened.
I got into comedy because I loved watching comedy as a child. I later discovered that’s a bit like loving burgers as a child and deciding to become a cow. –Frankie Boyle. Work! Consume! Die!
And so it is with magic. This ‘Iron Man suit’ re-membering is the critical theory that underlies chaos magic’s relationship to both belief and self. When I open up my reader and see a smattering of posts about ‘labels’ I am utterly confused. It’s just not how I put on my suit.
Cohering this all together, we have
- A collection of other people’s ideas floating around my head that are now in yours.
- Some digital representations of molecules that once made up my physical self but have long since been replaced.
If you can hold them all in your mind at the one time then you can say with some confidence that we’ve met. That’s me.
Pleased to meet you. Hope you guess my name.