I'd like to leave a sort of epilogue to this thread, no videos (although I do
very much recommend watching the semi-recent appearance of Bob Lazar on the Joe Rogan Experience podcast which can be found on youtube as an excellent & captivating interview) but rather just leave a short reading list of some books I consider very illuminating for those who have a genuine interest in the truth of the ufo phenomenon (if 'truth'
is a possible word which can be used in regards to the subject).
& then a poem I found by opening a book I have to a random page that always struck me as a good way to go out far as what I feel my obsessive focus on ufology has ultimately (to this point) lead me.
First, the reading list:
- 'Daimonic Reality: A Field Guide to the Otherworld' by Patrick Harpur
- 'The Trickster and the Paranormal' by George P. Hansen
- 'Passport to Magonia' by Jacques Vallee
- 'Operation Trojan Horse' by John Keel
- 'Passport to the Cosmos' by John E. Mack
- 'Ultraterrestrial Contact' by Philip J. Imbrogno
- 'Cosmic Trigger: Final Secret of the Illuminati' by Robert Anton Wilson
- 'The Exegesis of Philip K. Dic k' by Philip K. D ick
- 'The Holographic Universe' by Michael Talbot
- 'The Aquarian Conspiracy' by Marilyn Ferguson
- 'The Varieties of Religious Experience' by William James
[Okay maybe a couple are a stretch to call them ufo books, but everything's like total interconnected maaaann, a11 is 0ne after a11]
I've witnessed several ufo's in my life, some mild poltergeisty stuff here and there and at times the lines between fantasy and reality have blurred in a unsettling and disconcerting way; that said, I figure the final authority on what ufo's or aliens are is not from any book, skeptic, researcher, journalist, reporter, military or intelligence agents or in any documentary- but ultimately people who've had direct, first hand experiences. All of my reading and endless consumption of everything ufo & alien related may help in a supplementary sense to understand but it amounts to naught compared to experiencers, abductees or however you wish to refer to them, context depending I'm sure. Many of them
want nothing to do with ufos or aliens.
In this thread I link in a few different posts the close corresponding qualities between abduction and shamanic and other types of initiatory experiences. It may be that those of you who've had traumatic (or ecstatic) type experiences of this kind are the future spiritual leaders on some level, as has been suggested by the late Harvard Professor of Psychiatry John Mack, as just one example. Then again might be you're simply victims of God knows what, for God knows why..
May be it's all a matter of perspective.
I've been humbled recently in my own life, and certainly there have been magical unsavory elements involved in these recent occurrences, but I sometimes wonder, due to my increased levels of aforementioned humility, if it wasn't by some greater design to urge or direct me circumstantially towards a better place.
Or maybe it was just a choice I made (and I hope to continue to make).
Who am I to say. No one remembers this thread anymore anyways I'm sure, but it was often a thrill to post in for me, so this narrative is as much for my own sense of closure and I'll miss posting here but times are different and my time is no longer suited spent posting here.
I wish love, health, prosperity and truth for all of you.
Poem time. (creative commons permissions good to go, in case that's an issue mods)
Out Of Gods Hat
The stars got poured into the sky
Out of a Magician's hat last night,
And all of them have fallen into my hair.
You are welcome to cut a radiant tress
That lays upon my shoulders.
Wrap it around your trembling heart and body
That craves divine comfort and warmth.
I am like a pitcher of milk
In the hands of a mother who loves you.
All of my contents now
Have been churned into dancing suns and moons.
Lean your sweet neck and mouth
Out of that dark nest where you hide,
I will pour effulgence into your mind.
You can find me rolling in the fields
That are exploding in
Of scents, of sounds- everything is
A brilliant colored nova on a stem.
Forest animals hear me laughing
And surrender their deepest instincts and fears,
They come charging into meadows
To lick my hands and face,
This makes me so happy,
I become so happy
That my rising wink turns into a magic baton.
When my soft-eyed creatures see that wonderful signal
We all burst into singing
And make strange and primal beautiful sounds!
My only regret in this world then becomes:
That your shyness keeps you from placing
Your starving body against God
And seeing the Beloved become so pleased
With you courage
That His belly begins to rock and rock,
Then more planets get to leap
Onto the welcome mat of existence
Of your precious love.
The Friend has turned my verse into sacred pollen.
When a breeze comes by
Falcons and butterflies
And playful gangs of young angels
Mounted on emerald spears
Take flight from me like a great sandstorm
That can blind you to all but the Truth!
Even if you have no net to catch Venus
Will circle this earth for hundreds of years
And fall like resplendent debris,
Holy seed, onto a fertile woman.
For Hafiz Wants to help you laugh at your every
Wants you to know
Your life within God's arms,
Your dance within God's