Part Two: Of SupraTerrestrial Gods and Apes.

Dedicated To My Friends John Lennon and Joesph Capp



The Design of A Living Mythology
Humanity as a form of materialized consciousness may be a Gordian Knot.
Word associations empowered with the overlay of consensus reality entangled within images. Flags, Medallions, Icons, and perhaps the word belief itself.
Self referential bias as a natural preferential determination as to value as in yes or no in a personal reality of maybe.

Behavior versus knowledge. This is to whom a communication may be addressed to in the face of irrational materiality, the short sighted measuring stick of a sensate driven sleight of hand. A magic trick we play on ourselves. And due to this, we may be living in a dream. Consequently what appears to be a dream may be reality. Take your pick in a shell game. Or, wait and see if your field turns brown.

In this subjective environment, proof and truth may be mutually exclusive. Whether it is Zeus, Jesus, The Fishman, Tree Spirits, Quetzalcoatl or now a flying disk may be seen as only referential to something else yet to be determined. Myths as a universal coherence of symbology may be signposts rather than the street itself. Perhaps some things cannot be viewed directly. The Holy Fool walking off the edge of materiality in his belief in an invisible world as the one he inhabits is an empirical rune. For the Holy Fool, time is counted in a temporal boat of life that he just stepped unto thats about to sink.

We take this more seriously when the water is about neck high.

Perhaps our planetary globe faces a similar recognition toward life as we it's observers sense in our own. The clock ticks and tocks whether we consult it or not differentiating itself into a singularity we are positioned toward. Perhaps the planet as well. Perhaps ownership is now in question. Perhaps the myth of the eternal return is fulfilled when the owner returns to determine the condition of the precious commodity we have been entrusted with. In a human centric bubble, this is inconceivable, perhaps irrational. Then again, what appears to be rational is being twisted into some interesting shapes as of late.

Last night I had another of one of those dreams. This followed the extradimensional dream of an upside down human akin to the Tarot Card of The Hanging Man substituted for a UFO. A figure clad in a simple robe was standing next to an infinite expanse of ocean and bent down and said with a tone of frustrated anger, "Of this you and all else was made by germination..." He squeezed the clod of soil in his hand and the most repulsive unnatural ooze dripped between his fingers. Time is counted toward a retrieval in an order of battle in which we are experiencing the first wave. I recall the metaphysician Ibn Al Arabi's description. He posed Moses in this situational metaphor as cowering behind a rock. When someone urgently beseeched him for help, Moses replied,"Not now, can't you see I have my own problems?!" An invisible realm demiurgic in nature upends positioning. The importance of myth whether arcane or contemporary all point in the same direction toward potentiality, rather than fixated illusions of linear rationalism being an accurate conceptual model. We may be about to see this in play and you may have yet another choice of valuation at hand in the form of a more direct and pointed staging toward consensus reality. It boils down to the sacred and the profane via the natural world as a prompt for assertive revisionism in the relationship between mythology and consensus.

The Supraterrestrials are poised to enter this nexus at the foot of a bridge which at one end is seeing a rapid decline in the confidence toward material sciences and on the other,the lack of any viable alternative.All this dry kindling that is accumulating around our feet only requires... the Supraterrestrials striking a proverbial match. It is interesting to observe the arrival of a new shorthand for those who assign credibility to the UFO phenomenon, The Believers...primed for the staged arrival of a living mythology. Our forebears faced similar circumstances. Ask Enoch. Our current planetary mythology is prone to view skepticism toward the intent of these staged demonstrations as increasingly,the work of heretics. Read John Keel's analogy of a Trojan Horse and consider the pending valuation between artifice and free will, which requires an orientation toward the unknown in the context of the visibly miraculous as a ploy. The discernment between an antidote and a toxin required may be a crucible in of itself. The stage is set for the water to boil in the decline and fall of rational materialism. A match is poised to drop.


The Game Is Afoot.
The flock of iridescent globes flickered, bobbed and weaved in the void below a curtain of stars. When a passing cloud infiltrated their path, it became a scrim for what appeared to be flashes of brilliant lightning. Dipping below it hey swirled together to become one very bright orb.
"The dragons are out again tonight" I whispered to my companion who held the binoculars close to her face. Handing them to me, she replied,"Take a look.."
It was a fluid jelly of pulsating light pausing as if aware of our presence in the field. I whispered my own reply. "Remember the technique I taught you..whatever you see is not what you see."
I flashed the flashlight twice toward the south as arranged. The field was a fairly good screen for our projection of a similar display filmed earlier. The amoeba of light grew larger as it approached us. We donned our polarized glasses. It was a rectangular metallic craft that hovered in perfect stillness above us and swept the ground with it's red sensory eyes as it landed in a cloud of dust. The cornstalks folded up as if they had melted in a microwave oven. We approached cautiously.
"We are not afraid. Show yourself.We will not harm you" Nothing.I whispered, "Say it again." Still nothing. My turn. "We know this is not you. Show yourself to us. We are not afraid. We will not harm you." My clothes had accumulated a static charge which was distracting but I was determined to keep my thoughts in check..calm...and receptive.
The craft spontaneously shrank into a small metallic sphere about the size of a soccer ball. My companion whispered, "Now What?" I whispered back; "I did'nt think we would get this far..!"
In a quavering voice my companion began to sing an off key rendition of 'Hello..Hello..We don't know why you say goodbye... we say hello.."
In a flash, there was John Lennon in place of the sphere..staring at us whilst smoking a cigarette. He flashed us a peace sign.

I instinctively knew it was my turn. I kept trying to think of an example of a symbol of a relationship instead I surprised myself by blurting out "You"
I was incredulously staring at myself looking back at me as if I were patiently expecting a reply. They are sentient.

"Show me you"
The small sphere returned for a moment which twitched as it was suspended in mid air about five feet from the circular depression...then only to rapidly increase in size transforming itself to a blinding flash of light which shot up into the sky like a rocket powered signal flare, split back into four and instantaneously vanished.

At times an illustrative fiction is worth a thousand circumstantial antedotes.

1.Communication by form as applied to context.
2.Quantum sentience as a natural supraterrestrial species.
3.What we see is not what we see.
4.Language is in the eye of the observer.

I have sent the following message to our shy supraterrestrial friends.
Perhaps we all should in place of our dithering self importance as if the sun rose and fell in our armpits. A humancentric myopia. My advice? Get some glasses. Perhaps we are speaking past each other. Perhaps this is a message to us.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dxO0KZFxOxc

In Part Three, we will examine our mutual environment and the reappearance of a living Myth.