Friday, November 30, 2012



Imagine the scene: the President of the United States of America [Bill Clinton] has just addressed the nation on television from the White House Rose Garden, officially informing us that strong evidence has been found suggesting we’re not alone in the universe. He opens the floor to questioning. The reporters have a once in a lifetime opportunity to ask the leader of the free world, and arguably the planet, one of the most profound questions ever asked and answered at a pivotal point in human history…the press jostles to be recognized by the leader. He looks searchingly through the crowd, then points to a man in the back. Magnanimously, the President has picked an ordinary Joe to ask this most momentous question. Eagerly, the plebeian queries: “Mr. President, how do you feel about Senator Dole’s flip-flopping about the abortion plank to the Republican Party platform in San Diego?”

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What are we doing?

Most people truly aware about global warming know time has run out and we lack the space to deal with the consequences. It feels like the accelerating rate of change is beyond our ability to cope. It feels like the feedback loops between self and system are dissolving beyond repair. Whether it’s technology, lifestyle or world events, people are tiring as we become materially exhausted. Many would love to migrate, but there’s no place left to go. This means we’re reaching a breaking point, and when it’s reached we’ll find out what we’ve actually become. As it is today, nobody really knows.

Candidates in “democracies” around the world can’t and won’t talk about global warming and what it means because the interests they represent won’t let them. It’s interesting that people will riot and kill over a cartoon, or shoot somebody over abortion, or burn them at the stake for witchcraft, but not get too stirred up over how they themselves are killing the planet with their lifestyles and attitudes.

Today I’m posting an excerpt from a work in progress. Though the narrator is a fictional character, the story about the alien abductee actually occurred pretty much as related here. The views stated are not mine but those of the abductee. This is an extremely rough draft, so please, no comments on its fictional quality. Its relevance becomes apparent if you replace aliens with Gaia and global warming [or at least add them as the piece’s essential ingredients]. Rather than being livestock for aliens, in my fictional Gaia theory humans may have evolved as instruments of the planet’s cognitive evolution. We’re an emergent function of the planet’s cognitive evolution into a mindful defense system able to shoot down incoming that have hurt so much in the past. Perhaps.

Of course, all this is coming from a teleological perspective, as in things come into existence intentionally, and when you think of it, intention of some type does inform everything. Consciousness exists. Therefore, if it’s perceived, if it exists, intention is involved in some way. Or maybe not. Everything’s open to debate, though for some reason we won’t discuss this on a large scale.

Global warming is symptomatic of something our Emerger—whether it be God in Heaven, an alien race, Mother Earth evolving us or some exotic combination of the above—is rejecting. Any way that one looks at it, global warming is a sign that the “gods” are not happy. We’re ignoring the signs. These “gods” are slowly revealing themselves to people over time and will do so on a grand scale once the human population—the human superorganism—is mentally ready for that kind of awareness. There are signs all around us. We’re like livestock to the aliens, an emerging organ within the global organism to Gaia… “What’s that?” she might wonder…

What all these “others” have in common is their possession of a consciousness above and beyond anything we’ll ever grasp on this dimension alone. It’s approachable by us only through our minds.

When the alien abductee’s  ideas were first presented to me I was humiliated. But after awhile, it took some years actually, I came to realize that “good,” if it’s anything, is that which humiliates the worst tendencies in people. I’ve come to believe that “worst tendency” is the belief that the Earth exists for human use and life revolves around us. I believe in a cosmic biocentrism where mind in human form is but a single strand of mind within a conceivably infinite fabric. Quite often these negative, anthropocentric tendencies fight back with a vengeance [it sucks being humiliated], but they always lose [as animus must always lose to anima, being sapped by it], and expended of the excess, which is to say negative energy, our worst tendencies have no fight left in them. That’s because at the heart of these negative tendencies appears the denial of another person’s truth, a rejection of another’s reality because it doesn’t resemble one’s own.

To think humans are the most important species in the world is a lie we can no longer live with.

Continuing this kind of dishonesty is leading to Armegeddon, which is what happens whenever humans ignore their “god’s” desire.

I write hoping for a more peaceful apocalypse…or more loving revelation.

There are multiple layers of delusion/narration involving the narrative of this fiction-in-progress. Any disagreements you may have with what you’re reading will be with the narrator[s], not “me.” As all the novel’s narrators are delusional, none are reliable. And what about the readers? The truth is up to you. And remember, please, this is only a rough sketch, an initial draft to get something down…who knows if it will even make the final cut…but I’m sharing it because I think it’s relevant and kind of interesting:

Wednesday, August 7, 1996—Journal Entry: HE BELIEVES WE ARE NOT ALONE

At 11: 35 p.m., Tuesday, August 6, 1996, while tuning in to Nightline for the day’s final dose of moral outrage after laboring to remove the rubble foundation from a friend’s old country house all afternoon in ninety degree heat and fishing all evening for worm thieving prey in a bug infested swamp and spending the post-funk, pre-midnight hours in my Jacuzzi with the friend whose house I had earlier helped demolish, I sat alone in the dark before the boob tube and learned from Ted Koppel that supposedly solid evidence had allegedly emerged from scientific studies that life, albeit in a microbial format, once dwelled [and still may] in our nearest planet neighbor’s crust at the same time that life for we earthlings began developing here [for all the details read the newspapers, etc.]. Setting aside my skepticism that an asteroid hit Mars 16 million years ago sending a micro-corpse infested fragment of its surface into solar orbit until it entered the Earth’s gravitational field finding its way to the South Pole some 15,987,000 years  later[1] only to be discovered in 1984 by a NASA sponsored Antarctic expedition hunting space debris and getting stowed for twelve years in a warehouse somewhere before being analyzed and declared mind-blowing, I think that at the very least the possibility of its being true, or real, is exciting enough. What a fabulous story! This essay is going to analyze the meaning of this story if it is true, as well as the meaning of the “discovery,” or news, in the event it turns out not to be.


One Saturday in the fall of 1991, I was canvassing a neighborhood in Sierra Madre, CA, for Greenpeace. I noticed in my clip that I had a card for a member who consistently contributed $250 each year, and it was time for her to contribute again. Her address placed her high up on one of the mountains [I don’t recall the name], and I decided to work from its base up, which would mean she would be one of the last people I’d see on my initial run up the street.
When I arrived at her house, I had yet to receive any donations from the people I had spoken to. However, most folks weren’t home so I wasn’t bothered that much by it. The neighborhood was nice and I had that $250 card. Her house was a one story structure nestled neatly into the side of a cliff. From the street out front one could see the urban sprawl of Los Angeles. It was a beautiful setting choked by smog. I approached the door and knocked. A stocky woman in her mid-thirties with dark hair and penetrating eyes opened the door.
She was all business, eyeing me suspiciously. I introduced myself and asked if the woman whose name I had on the membership card was at home. She turned out to be the woman in the doorway. After looking out into the street, she nervously invited me to wait on her doorstep while she retrieved her checkbook.
She returned a few moments later with a check for $250, which I eagerly accepted, and an envelope in her other hand. As I began informing her about the issues our local office was working on, the woman said she had something I might be interested in seeing. Believing she had evidence of some local environmental atrocity, I eagerly agreed to see whatever it was she wanted to show me. Without a word, she handed me the envelope. I opened it up and inside were ten instamatic photographs of a flying saucer hovering in the sky over her street. There were two Army choppers circling it [I assume they were circling, they may have been hovering]. She took me by the arm and led me to the spot in the middle of the street where she had taken the photographs. I stood there and watched the landmarks in the pictures form before my eyes. She then informed me that she had been in contact with aliens her entire life, that she was under 24-hour government surveillance and that she had had a respectable job with a big California bank and that she was a person who believed in reason and logic, that her experiences had cost her her job because of a nervous breakdown… Things were going too fast and getting too far afield of Greenpeace and ecology, so I politely let her finish and then thanked her for her contribution and left.
However, further canvassing proved impossible. How does one doctor instant photos? She seemed so intense. I was certain that she believed what she was telling me was real. And how does one doctor instant photos? With two and a half times the day’s fundraising quota in my hip pocket, I decided to take a seat on a rock and try to absorb what I had just seen and heard. If it was real [how could it be?], what did it mean? I decided to return to her house and see if she would answer some questions. To my relief, she was glad to see me, and not at all surprised. She invited me into her house and sat down in her living room. It was a dark, wooden interior that was rustic and charming. She served me a glass of ice water, invited me to sit down, and said ask away. Here, to the best of my recollection, are the highlights of the interview that took place:
Q: Do you have any further evidence?
A: Look at that beam in the wall. Do you see anything? (I see what looks like the face of an alien: large head and eyes, small mouth, skinny neck…formed by the grain in the wood). They’ve been here many times. But do I have physical evidence? Just the pictures, and the coincidence of that face in the wood. They’ve been here many times. Last time was just sixteen days ago. It was in the middle of the night and I was in bed sleeping. When I awoke, I sensed that something was present. Through my bedroom door over there I saw a very tall, very dark, emaciated figure standing right about here (she gestures at the space of floor in front of her). She was obviously the leader. She was very black and for some reason I refer to her simply as Cleopatra. She had a lot of little grey helpers with her, about six of them, three feet tall or so. Their large heads peaked just above the top of the counter over there (she points to her kitchen counter, which could double as a living room bar if she wanted it to). She told me not to worry, that everything would be alright. But how would you feel? I just want to be left alone. But they won’t leave me alone. They keep coming back.
Q: Who are they?
A: There are three races: the greys, the browns and the blacks. The blacks, like Cleopatra, seem to be running the show. The greys are their immediate assistants, and the browns seem to be manual laborers. They come from a planet in the solar system surrounding Alpha Centauri, and they’ve been coming here since the beginning. They are responsible for many of our major technological breakthroughs, which they only helped us with once we happened upon the theories behind what made them work. Plastic is an example of an alien-wrought consumer good. We had help with World War II, but they didn’t help us with the bomb even though Hitler drove them crazy, because they hate to interfere. They have an underground base in the desert near here and they’ve been helping our Air Force in the Cold War. You can go out Route 87 any night and see things in the sky. You should go some time (I have changed the number of the route, and never went there, not really wanting to be confronted with more information—I wish I hadn’t done that).
Q: Why are they here? Why do they interfere?
A: To expand their gene pool. Their species is dying out due to a lack of genetic diversity. The human species was basically made in their own image and planted here with the intention of growing diverse strains of DNA which would enable them to survive the purity of their own genetic structures. In other words, they are using humans to breed. We are nothing more than very precious, semi-conscious livestock. They are watching political events closely and have told the world’s leaders that they had to either shape up on their own or face a takeover. The aliens can’t afford to let us destroy ourselves, but they would prefer that we live freely because freedom, and all the responsibility that goes with it, generates the strongest strains and widest variety of genes. However, any genes is better than no genes so they’ve given our leaders an ultimatum. Either straighten up, or get straightened out.
Q: Did they give them a deadline?
A: Yes. But they wouldn’t tell me. I don’t have a need to know. All they would say is that time is running out, and that things are coming to a head. They will reveal themselves to the masses if and when they must, but they’ll do it gradually so the people can be somewhat prepared for it. There will be signs. When they do come, some people will be fed up with the world and welcome them. Others won’t. Since we’re nothing but livestock, I pity those who won’t. What’s happening in world politics is directly related to their ultimatum. From their perspective, abortion is the worst crime.
Q: How did they get here?
A: My knowledge of science is too weak to give you a good answer. All I know is that they’ve learned something about space-time warps and how to manipulate them. Their spacecraft use a form of energy that has not yet even become a theory or a dream for human scientists. It has something to do with the mind. That’s all I can say. We’ve got a lot to learn, and we think we know so much.
Q: What philosophy or religion is closest to their own?
A: Orthodox Judaism [she appears of WASPish descent]. The ancient laws of the Jews were laid down by aliens as rules the herd should live by, so that they should be fruitful and multiply. It is this tradition that rings truest to their ears, since it was they who created it for us. Orthodox Jews today practice pretty much their original religion. One might just say that the Orthodox of most religions live closest to their teaching.
Q: What about Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, Native American spirituality?
A: Orthodox Judaism is the purest surviving form of what they originally taught that has any kind of political influence in the way they intended. The other religions have all, for the most part, wrongly [implying that there’s a right way] adapted with the developments of civilization over time, or perished [adapt, even if it’s wrong!]. Christianity came much later and was immediately hyper-politicized and popularized by the Romans. It also tended to tear down cultural differences and mix gene pools, which was alarming from the alien standpoint of diversity, but nonetheless necessary because the aliens knew that differences, implacably perceived among the livestock, which was psychically programmed to remain “pure” for the sake of the survival of its diverse gene pools, would someday threaten their existence: thus, the queer, paradoxical alien teaching of Christ [one of them who walked in our shoes] to “love thy enemy.” Islam focuses too much on authoritarian matters and worldly affairs with its big and little jihads, and what passes for orthodoxy is really just a political machine. However, Mohammed was one of them. They used him to put the rest of the house in order in that region of the world. Buddhism is very close, and can get you there, it’s the way of the future, but today it lacks the socio-political organization within the world powers and thus the ability to fulfill, at least for now anyway, the inherent purpose of the religion given to them by the aliens: to be creativity in the population and thus expand its mind, so that it may live peacefully with itself upon the earth. However, it should be made clear that members of all religions or spiritual temperaments, especially those individuals whose sensibilities hearken to the original message [such as those humans who forever noster with what Chief Seattle called “the seventh generation”—see Jim Nollman’s Spiritual Ecology], are in good graces with the aliens. Aboriginal religions are on the mark, and like Buddhism they are a big part of the future wave but lack the influence of Judaism, and thus fail to fulfill the global political purposes of all religions—harmony with the ways of the gods. There is no one true religion, just one that’s closest in its practice to the original provided by our alien progenitors while fulfilling its political purposes more than the others. There’s even a debate between the blacks and greys as to whether or not a culture so strongly traditional as Orthodox Judaism, and that one so obsessed with purity, might not be damaging to the general intent of their harvesting the broadest range of compatible genetic strains. A multiplication of diverse spiritual sentiments is what they are now harvesting in the abstract, which is very real to them, and they are extremely pleased with the results of their policy of minimal interference with close surveillance.
However, the answer to your question is that Orthodox Judaism is closest in its practice to the religion they gave us, or at least what I’ve been able to ascertain of it by observing them and carefully considering what they’ve told me. I have a feeling, though, that our God is their God and that there is only one God, and that It definitely exists, and is indeed bound up in a single reality that includes all of us put together. It is with God that all consciousness must strive to harmonize itself. Its essence emerges from its intra-relationships with Itself.

Unable to dismiss the encounter, I brooded alone over it in my Hollywood apartment for two weeks, unable to work or concentrate. The idea that we were livestock was unsettling. My misanthropy and sense of poetic justice prevented me from dismissing her claims, no matter what it meant for me. And what did it mean for me? All I could feel was a sense that I had been cheapened, lessened. What she told me was humiliating. It was far worse than when I had originally read Freud or discovered that very intelligent people, folks much smarter than me or my parents or my pastor, believed we evolved from apes. I could not assimilate that information with my arrogance, even though it fit in well with my self-loathing and hatred of the human race. I guess I really didn’t hate myself that much, maybe even loved myself a little more for being so pathetic. My hatred of humanity melted into sympathy. I could empathize. We are so pathetic. I certainly felt more tolerant toward my fellow humans after that, for awhile anyway. I came to the conclusion that I could no longer work for Greenpeace.  My self-righteous rage and mortal fear of environmental suicide had been extinguished, for the time being. I slowly decided to change the course of my life, and packed this experience away in the back of my mind, not being able to bear the conscious humility of it for a prolonged duration, until the month of August some five years later when the rage and fear had rekindled itself…
How does one alter instant photographs?


The response to the discovery of the alien microbe fossils intrigued me. I, myself, was intellectually stimulated but strangely bereft of any excited emotion [yes, I’m aware of how that sentence sounds; it’s a fictional voice speaking…sometimes “bad” writing can be a part of adequate writing]. I guess for me the existence of microbes in space had become a foregone conclusion. Yet, at the same time, those for whom it was not a foregone conclusion, seemed to respond with a similar apathy, which I found unsettling. Why weren’t people more impressed? Why wasn’t I more impressed? [This question, which I have asked myself many times, is an example of extreme denial on my part…I still can’t except the idea that I’m a domesticated stud cow for ETs, my sex life is too lifeless for such a possibility].
I think that the main discrepancy in any response to these allegedly alien exposures is directly related to the difference between intelligent or conscious life, and non-intelligent or unconscious life. Unfortunately, the more highly developed a creature’s sentience, the more sensitive humans are to its existence. Regardless of the fact that plants have plant consciousness, and beetles have bug consciousness, unless the creature breathes and sleeps as we do, eats and shits in similar fashion, fucks and dreams in related forms, loves and hates, fights and plays, makes decisions that serve the pleasures of their existing senses…we can’t get too excited. To get excited, we need creatures we can relate to. The more related we are, the more excited we get. Just compare the difference in pleasure people get, say, in frolicking with dolphins or chimps in a free but safe environment, and people lining up and paying several shillings to sniff a giant stinky plant in London. Pleasure is experienced by both groups, but which seems more exhilarated and why? Could it be that humans subconsciously envy the unconscious liberation of most of their fellow creatures, envying most the unconscious ones, thus dismissing them as afterthoughts in God’s creation [man was created last in Genesis], while consciously longing for everything to be like them, in their image? Could it be that our investiture in the quality of our experience is simultaneously a denial of our lack of ability to grasp reality, and an affirmation of our conscious desire to live while alive? What are we humans trying to accomplish in life? What do we, our achievements, this life-world really mean?
Regardless of the absurdity of my questions and corresponding assumptions, I believe my general apathy in response to the discovery of fossilized Martian microbes is directly proportional to the degree in which I did not experience them. I received the news of their discovery over television. Whereas I was informed of the existence of humanoid beings visiting us in flying saucers by an actual eyewitness, I was not only at the press conference but I was at the scene. This brings up the second point—relationship. The degree of inter-relationship between the observers and the observed within an event is directly proportional to the relator’s [observer’s] level of experience [first-, second- or third-hand, etc.] [At this point, I could digress on the repercussions of the Heisenberg Principle to deconstruct the reality of our topic, but I won’t, at least not in this essay]. The Sierra Madre incident vibrated with inter-relatedness, whereas ABC News seemed unrelated and distant in comparison. Of course, I would yawn at such late night news, no matter how dramatic in the privacy and darkness of my own living room, far, far away…even from my next door neighbor…
My primary interest evolved finally to the responses of my fellow humans upon hearing the news. At about 1 p.m. Wednesday, August 7, President Clinton made a brief but eloquent statement regarding the discovery and then opened the floor to questions. The first and only question asked, stunned the President, and stunned me. Imagine the scene: the President of the United States of America has just addressed the nation on national television, officially informing us that strong evidence has been found suggesting that we are not alone in the universe, he opens the floor to questioning, the reporters have a once in a lifetime opportunity to ask the leader of the free world, and arguably the planet, one of the most profound questions ever asked and answered at a pivotal point in human history…the press jostles to be recognizd by the leader, he looks searchingly through the crowd, then points to a man in the back, magnanimously, the President has picked an ordinary Joe to ask this most momentous question, eagerly, the plebeian queries: “Mr. President, how do you feel about Senator Dole’s flip-flopping about the abortion plank to the Republican Party platform in San Diego?” The opportunity was there and the chance was blown. So be it for Shakespeare on CNN. At least this time [then again, maybe there is something Shakespearian about it…]. This, coupled with my 86-year-old uncle’s angry intonations later on regarding the bureaucracy of NASA manufacturing this crap to siphon more money from his wallet, and my mother’s disgust at hearing of my inordinate interest in the whole thing, led me to ask myself the questions: Who cares? Why do they care? Who doesn’t care and why don’t they? What kind of event is truly “earth-shattering” to them? Was the birth, life, and subsequent crucifixion and alleged resurrection of Christ “earth-shattering” at the time to most of the planet’s population? What about Tathagata Buddha’s life, was it “earth-shattering” at the time? Let me take these questions one-by-one.
Who cares? People with active minds hell bent on using them care. Hopeless romantics in love and little tramps waiting for Godot care. So do the paranoid and anxious, the open minded and the childlike, princes and paupers, mailmen, presidents, cowboys, welfare moms and bankers, athletes, artists, philosophers and golfers, hunters, chemists, environmentalists…humans.
Why do they care? Evidence of extraterrestrial life expands their frontiers immeasurably in a time of severe constraints. Life, once believed unique to Earth, is actually ubiquitous in the cosmos. Rather than it being anomalous, it’s routine. Rather than it only emerging here, it also emerges elsewhere. In fact, it may be trying to emerge everywhere, but can only find nurture in some places, and among those places only a few can sustain evolution, and among those yet fewer still witness evolution sustaining itself to the point that It becomes sentient, and fewer still…but then, when calculating the size[s] of the universe[s], one comes to the inescapable conclusion that we are not alone. And our mind expands, we become a bit more fruitful, and gain a somewhat greater dominion over our precarious existence here. This is the greatest reason in this world, or any other, to care.
Who, then, doesn’t care, and why don’t they? People who are hungry and dis-eased don’t care. People with anger, sorrow, hate, suspicion, envy, pride, arrogance, ignorance, selfishness… humans, they don’t care. All of us at one time or another doesn’t care. But just because we don’t care doesn’t mean it’s not important. Therein lies a seed of tragedy: the failure to see what’s really important, because we’re human and won’t. The initial response for most people at such times is intolerance. We tend to treat like with like, adding to our consternation, rather than reaching for diversity, change and constant flow. Anything that represents diversity, change and constant flow [perpetual motion] tends to upset people, so their minds put on the mantle of apathy. The mind will always seek its pleasure [Freud]. Just look at my response to the flying saucer lady of Sierra Madre. What’s really good, what’s really important, always seems to humiliate the worst tendencies in people, and quite often those tendencies fight back with a vengeance. The best thing is to leave such people alone, because tomorrow they’re liable to be more open to it, and if not tomorrow, sometime, elsewhere, they will, and they’ll begin caring. When the human heart is open, it cares about everything; when it’s mind is open, it’s willing to believe.
What kind of event is actually “earth-shattering,” and what kind is really people-shattering? People’s lives make sense as stories. Every adult alive is a walking autobiography. In their heads swirl the stories of their lives. Their minds [possibly those of most people; the postmodern mindset is still a minority, but like Buddhism and indigenous spirituality, it is the wave of the future] construct these stories in traditional, Aristotlean patterns, filled with binaries and linearities, causes and effects, all emanating from the consciousness of the thinking-autobiography, its self-awareness, its hand in writing its own story, and the choices it makes in doing so. “Human-shattering” events are those that rupture the perceived material fields of thinking-autobiographies. The death of a loved one, a divorce, loss of a job, a move…all these things are “human-shattering” events. They change the story of our lives, our scene changes, the mood and tone with it. But life on the grand scale continues on its course as the materials of singular lives are forever altered. But somehow, when people use the term “earth-shattering,” it is meant in a more global, or common, sense. This is something difficult for walking-autobiographies to contend with. It is something that emanates from the larger context, from the broader current, of the world they occupy. Quite often events such as these are not immediately felt. How many Cajuns drowned themselves in the swamp on the stock market crash of 1929? Then again, how did the Great Depression and the federal programs it necessitated change their lives in the long run? How many people on earth mourned when Christ was crucified? How many were enlightened by the teachings of the Buddha when he lived? These were all, certainly, “earth-shattering” events, but they did not change the stories of the walking-autobiographies who inhabited the world when they did.
So there are two magnitudes, at least, of “earth-shattering” events. An “earth-shattering” event of the first magnitude, is one that has global proportions. An “earth-shattering” event of the second magnitude is one of personal proportions. Both, however, affect each other. The degree to which they do, of course, depends upon their inter-relatedness and the way in which their experience is perceived. Ultimately, therefore, all “earth-shattering” events must be personal and global if they are to be completely “earth-shattering.” The discovery of possible microbe fossils from Mars is an “earth-shattering” event of the first magnitude lacking second magnitude resonance on a personal scale. Therefore, as a star, it has a very bright surface shine, but seems to lack a certain depth to its radiation. The excitement, therefore, is primarily intellectual, it is not visceral, rising up from within. The flying saucer lady of Sierra Madre, however, represents an “earth-shattering” of the first magnitude that is almost overwhelmed by it second magnitude, or personal significance. Any way you look at it, the very real existence of extraterrestrial life is “earth-shattering.” The degree to which it is so, varies from person to person. Denial of the truth of others, who come from elsewhere, is a lie we can no longer live with.
So, the real questions are: How “earth-shattering” will the discovery of possible ET fossils from Mars be in the long run? How “earth-shattering” did it prove to be when the sun no longer revolved around a flat plain of land surrounded by Ocean? The answers to these questions, though obvious, take time. Lots of it. No one singular discovery ever changed the wholesale view of mankind. It always took a series of discoveries, each with its own magnitude, to conjure up the emergence of a new reality, of a new world, of a new mind. Could these fossils just be the beginning of a chain of discoveries that will definitely conclude that we are not alone?
Any way you look at it, the very real possibility of extraterrestrial life is “earth-shattering.” The degree to which it changes reality varies from person to person.
However, the same isn’t true of global warming. It’s a fact, not a possibility. It’s actually human shattering. Edward Abbey wrote that you can’t change human nature without mutilating human beings. But that’s what evolution is: constructive mutiliation.
Death is the fundamental fact of life. Denial of this truth, like the denial of the truths of others who come from elsewhere, is a denial we can no longer live with.
I hope the best is yet to come. But it won’t be if we won’t stop lying to ourselves about ourselves.
A new truth awaits us, and it’s more beautiful than we’ve ever dreamed…
Stay tuned.


[1] Altogether a dozen of these alleged meteorites were found, only the first one collected has yet yielded what might seem to be evidence of life.

Friday, November 9, 2012


Marx’s definition of ideology: “They do not know it, but they’re doing it.”
Zizek: “The fundamental level of ideology…is an unconscious fantasy structuring our social reality itself.”
How do we account for this paradox that the absence of law universalizes prohibition?
My voice is that of an alien imagination perceiving the world from its own felt dimension. However, it’s humans who seem alien—NOT the narrator.
…like some heifer moseying into the man cave…
My poems are impersonal expressions of our species’ cosmic conscience fully cognizant of their biocentric situation and anti-spectacular function.
As a cosmic-spiritual anarchist, I am by definition a-theist. If one particular God’s in charge and has too much authority, lording it over all the rest of us like Assad or any other type of megalomaniacal cocksucker…S/he can kiss my fat, hairy ass!
Brecht may have said something like an event is the smallest unit of a situation. The audience functions as the event’s random conclusion. Fluxus braces uncertainty, an aesthetic that makes sense.
God is the universe’s mindful affect.
Consistency is the hobgoblin of nincompoops. 
Dark energy is the force of perception on an observed object.
Fun Stuff: Alex Jones…Prometheus…Bohemian Grove Moloch Cult/Ancient Aliens as Globalist propaganda/Directed panspermia…/the paranormal/sasquatch-yeti-gigantopithecus.
Frank Wilczek: The Higgs particle is the “quantum of ubiquitous resistance”…It’s a universal medium—kind of like the 11th dimension or branes
Extreme Moral Considerations in [some] French Literature: Bataille, Sade, Celine, Genet, Robbe-Grillet, Barthes, Honore, von Trier, Noe…
Dreamlands: 3 Fictions—An example of derive, or drift. In psychogeography an unplanned journey through landscape, usually urban, where an individual travels where the subtle aesthetic contours of the surrounding architecture and geography subconsciously direct them with the ultimate goal of encountering an entirely new and authentic experience.
Is dying alone the ultimate failure or success? The final rejection or the last acceptance?
Does the Moon Ever Shine In Heaven? A tale of the Bardo Plane [a weird little novel looking for a publisher] is a Tibetan Buddhist crime and punishment told by a first person suicided narrator…
Hell is other writers.
If a man doesn’t hate himself, he’s not a true misanthropist. Narcissism is the first step toward loving your fellow man. Ayn Rand-type thinking is a perversion of narcissism in that its psyche is cloven by the fear it will evolve, improve and change. To someone who believes themselves self-actualized, such evolution would be fruitless if it were possible. Therefore, anyone calling for change becomes an existential threat. I think Ayn Rand projected her self-hatred outward onto those she subconsciously sensed were her superiors at thinking, living, writing and having sex, etc.
Ayn Rand, the Koch brothers, Tea Party...embody a malignant pseudo-narcissism repressing its own self-hatred, which is likely to appear as an uncanny emergency requiring an immediate response…formation of a terror group…a corporate-sponsored militia that’s actually “Blackwater” pulling off false flag operations…
It’s not what you know that counts, but how you handle it. In TheFool’s Progress Edward Abbey states several times, and I paraphrase, you can’t change human nature without mutilating human beings. Abbey’s protagonist humanizes himself in this mutilation, evolving from an abusive husband to a soul worthy of the kingdom of heaven, or at least going home. The right wing wants to mutilate others. That’s a difference that matters.
Theory—Fiction Is A Way of Knowing
1.      The Paranoid Medium
2.      In A Dimension That Doesn’t Compute
3.      Evolving New Tribes
4.      Becoming Your Own Spectacle
5.      Rebellion & Renaissance
6.      Obsessively Drifting Toward Apocalypse
7.      Not Burned At The Stake; But Ablaze, Drifting at Sea
qualia [pl.]—def&etym—antonym for “quanta,” s. “quale”—A property considered separately from a thing having that property. Latin “qualis”—what kind, condition, of what kind. English “quality.”  

John Cage: “…all things are related. We don’t have to bring about relationships.”

Bartleby is a post-apocalyptic sensibility coping with a socialized ignorance of the fact, be-ing felt from the inside-out…mentally coping with the birth and evolution of what will become the Armageddon event…knowing that wickedness has entered the world and begun its mission. It’s no coincidence he works on Wall Street.