That’s an old, Soviet space command centre, taken from this collection of Soviet runs, which also includes a shaft tunnelled four kilometres through the earth. You will recall that a massive underground ocean was discovered inside the earth a bit over a year ago, a testament to how flimsy the so-called certainties of much scientific knowledge actually are.
Even if they are ultimately abandoned, large, ambitious projects inevitably yield tremendous value. Lessons are learned, value is extracted. Soviet research is a good example of this. What can one discover about the earth if one digs half way through its mantle? Recall they never subscribed to the idea that oil is a ‘fossil fuel’ -for very good reasons to do with the amount and distribution of the biomass that would be required to actually create it- and instead suspected it was some kind of ‘tectonic plate lubricant’ bubbling up from deeper inside the earth. Whether that’s true or not is of little interest. The Soviets would cap their wells as they started to lose pressure and return to them a few years later… at which point pressure had been restored, in keeping with the ‘lubricant hypothesis’. We don’t do this because we presume the supply is permanently gone when we extract it. (The ‘fossil fuel’ hypothesis is a better match for the global manipulation of the energy market that the petrodollar is built on: get it before it’s all gone! Limited stocks!)
What other knowledge might be rattling through the ruins of the old USSR? In a week where top NASA scientists say alien life definitely exists, the Russians -for very good reasons, both scientific and Mind Warlike- ask for evidence that the Apollo missions actually happened. Have Dr Farrell talk you through it.
But this post is not about the Russians. This post is about our ongoing dance between signals and their interpretation.
Phenomena, their interpretation and the technology -both physical and mental- that facilitate both tumble through time in an ever-widening spirograph. Each pass makes the picture wider and more detailed. We are wronging in the right direction, particular when it comes to consciousness, the cosmos and Magonia. With their own space programme, psychic spy programme, arms-length interest in shamanism and attempted journeys to the centre of the earth, what spirographed through the USSR will look different to what spirographed through the West. This should be of interest to chaos magicians or anyone else with a voraciously omnivorous appetite for worldviews.
And with that in mind, have some fresh Dr Jacques. He is the third presentation. The first one is also worth your time as it explores the interplay between the nascent science fiction of the nineteenth century and how that interplays with the ‘Airship Flaps’ of the 1890s. Technology. Phenomena. Interpretation. (The middle presentation is pretty dull unless you are interested in the history of hot air balloons. But whatever, it’s the weekend. Hat tip to the Good Mr Knowles for the vid.)
Next up is a rough cut documentary about Electronic Voice Phenomena. I find something delightful in EVP. It is a reminder that we are all savages at heart. Just as the first cinema attendees tried to flee from a film of a train steaming along the tracks toward them, I love the idea that people of the early twentieth century looked at their impossibly crude home radios and thought to themselves “this thing can definitely pierce through to other dimensions. Definitely.”
But again, it is that spirograph, isn’t it? Crude technology and crude interpretations orbiting persistent signals transmitting across the millennia. (On an unrelated note, if anyone’s planning their own version of Crowley’s Boleskine demon parade, consider finding ways to incorporate EVP. I suspect the results would be too unpredictable to pick up and put down as part of your own life. It needs a ‘retirement’, unless you’re okay with the risk of having to replace your laptop, LCD TV and iPhone.)
Lights in the sky, technology, the spirits of the dead and their interpretation. Remember how I flew through the Northern Lights -portals to the Otherside in their own right- on my way to New York? That very same evening (the 17th, of course), Henry Jun Wah Lee was on the ground in Iceland, filming the portal I was flying through…. apparently it was a record breaker. The “solar storm of the decade.”
This last video is a bit of a personal easter egg on account of there being some significant anniversaries over the past week, but it is a pleasingly strange note to end on, particularly if we are talking about reduxes and reinterpretations and intermittent signals and all that. Green Day’s Boulevard of Broken Dreams, sung Soul style.
Ciao, kids, and happy Midsummer. Love ya.