Anyone even remotely familiar with UFO phenomena will be aware of accounts, since at least the 1960s, of animal mutilations.
You simply can’t get around this, and who would blame you? After all, official records exist documenting these eerie, bizarre events. Even the FBI, after considerable coaxing, took these seriously.
The Bureau many assume is covering up the “facts,” did indeed investigate the hundreds of reports that seemed to have originated in America–primarily in Colorado during the early 1970s. The mutes soon spread into Iowa, Texas, New Mexico, and as far as Ohio and Pennsylvania (where angry ranchers formed a group to voice their concerns). After all, losing cows meant losing money.
Here’s what happened.
The FBI found no “tangible” evidence of human cause–and stated budget limitations prevented actual stake-outs in areas with the highest number of reports. We’ve all read the conclusions: “Animal deaths appeared to be due to predators–wolves, wild dogs, coyotes, etc.” In short, out of the very few on-site investigations, the FBI decided that “mutes” were natural–a fact of life, and death. No doubt many of these were due exactly to that. They even checked out the most stoic, sober owners who claimed to have witnessed bright lights, and unmarked helicopters, seen near where dead animals later were found.
What is not so well known is that, during World War Two, officials worried that foreign powers might covertly enter North America to spread deadly toxins among the beef supply. In fact, this had actually been carried out during the first world war, resulting in many human deaths–conveniently left out of official history.
What no one saw coming was the wide-spread, ultra-covert, monitoring of American ranches. The solution is so easy it’s scary.
Similar to discrediting present-day UFO reports, the mutilators evolved their methods along with technology–particularly with advances in aviation and stealth. Combined, this covert approach was (and is) capable of reducing the most respectable witness to a blithering idiot.
Example: I’m standing in the center of 100 acres of grazing cattle. My neighbor has lost a few to some vicious–and highly precise–mutilation. Eyes scooped out. Genitals taken. Anus cored and removed. Lips removed with laser-like surgery–burnt edges testament to some high-temp instrument. We’re talking a very angry ranch-owner unafraid to use deadly force.
Our rancher grows tired, and hits the bed. Hours later his wife pokes his shoulder: “Honey. Wake up. There’s something out there…”
He wakes, grabs his weapon of choice–and halts at the sight of some amazingly lucid light stabbing down out of the sky onto his pasture. Enter, if you will, his boots. Pissed-off and afraid, Mr. Rancher steps outside and trots toward the intruders. Have no doubt, as brave and weathered as he is, our rancher is asking himself a burst of questions. What is this? Who is this? Why is this?
If he’s as intelligent as we hope, he will do anything to avoid using deadly force, simply get out there and protect his livestock…
Abruptly, things go weird.
He’s standing there freezing his ass off, watching an intense, oddly-configured light pattern. It doesn’t matter. Saucer-shaped. Cylindrical. Or, the most reported, triangular…hovering over his acres.
Again, he’s angry and afraid. But probably anger rules. What the hell, right?
He stalks the night, and soon sees something he can’t imagine. A UFO. Already he hates that idea, but what else can it be? What else could be so silent, so strange. It might take 15 minutes for him to reach where the perceived light stabs down. By the time he gets there, thinking who knows what, the deed is done…
This scenario puts our rancher in the very rare 1% to have witnessed anomalous lights and aerial vehicles present on his property.
The light silently vanishes. Our rancher arrives on a scene of bizarre violence, one or two of his expensive cattle dead–no footprints, blood, or evidence of predatory animals.
Should he make the mistake of calling authorities, he is dismissed as a loony….
Here is the “secret” of the mutes.
His investment has been butchered by covert members of the government. Why? We know why. Someone must check America’s beef for toxins. Period. This explains virtually everything. The randomness. Stealth. Mimicry of UFO-type craft. You report this, you must be a nut.
This is why the mutes are truly random. It would do no good to test a controlled, contained ranch–they never move out of the region. Hence the stealth, disinformation from government, and discrediting of witnesses.
It is. But think about it. There really is no alternative to this horrible program. In order to survey whether our beef supply is tainted by enemy toxins, the survey must be random, stealthy, and carried out by a very small team.
No one will take seriously the statements from ranchers–or any witness–who claim UFOs came out of the sky to kill cattle–ever.
As far back as the 1960s, technology existed to mimic “UFOs.” Now, this same magic is far advanced–capable of fooling anyone. Do I think this forgives the ruining of lives, the shredding of income, the trashing and suffering of “dumb” animals?
No. But the documents exist. Old documents, chronicling the success of little more than covert operatives carrying corked test-tubes needled with toxins. That they were able to do so much with so little, puts an entirely different spin on the phenomenon of cattle (and other) mutilations.
A little research will inform you that toxins are most effectively detected in the lips, ears, genitalia, and eyes of animals. The black-ops methods to do this have existed for decades.
Of course it’s wrong, horrible, and something no one wants to take seriously.
Keep in mind, though, that many accounts of so-called Men-in-Black, throughout decades, have turned out to be employed for similar reasons. You report a light in the sky, on the ground, or even on your private property. Weird men (or women) knock on your door in the dead of night, present official I.D., yet behave strangely…knowing that, should you report them, you’ll come across as a complete lunatic.
Does this explain all anomalous events? Of course not.
The message remains: Report these things…and lose whatever “normal” life you once had.
A simple “truth” since before the long-dead Cold War….
Lights in the sky hovering above your ranch?
Do yourself a favor.
Accept that we have no future…only risk-management.
Hang on…I see a light in the field.
“Grabowski here, sir!”
”Good. Now, what is it you have to say?”
”Just a few things, sir! Won’t take long, sir!”
”I hope not…we’re all very busy.”
Taking a few much-needed breaths here between my commercial work (story-editing a screenplay for an Australian team; final edits on a mainstream novel ghost-written for an NYC client) to thank all of you for visiting The Night Run.
As most of you know, I’m primarily a writer of fiction: short stories, novellas, and novels. Too, I write nonfiction (this blog, for instance) whenever I can. Recently I’ve resumed book-reviewing, something I haven’t done since 2000; the very form that began my entire career waaay back with David B. Silva’s World Fantasy Award-winning The Horror Show magazine. Most of these new reviews are published at Hell Notes and Horror World (under the editorial eyes of, respectively, Aaron French and Nanci Kalanta, who is associated with the venerable Cemetery Dance magazine).
So, consider this brief piece a state-of-the-writer address.
January 2014 will see the publication of my darkly-comic novella Johnny Flash, a chronicle of the effects of an Internet leak on a small town with a strange history.
That same month, the print edition of Black Light: Perspectives on Mysterious Phenomena, will be published via Oblivion Press.
In the works are an illustrated novella, and a large-ish novel mixing elements of horror, speculative fiction, paranoia, and perhaps an answer to how the world might function a decade or so from now.
“You done? We’ve got shit to do, pal.”
”Yes sir! Thank you, sir–”
”Oh god, shut up…”
We now return to your regularly-scheduled programming…Sir!
”That’s it–find me the pepper-spray!”
The Goblin Barrier
Confounding and bizarre, the perceived rift between anomalous aerial phenomena (UFOs) and paranormal events (ghosts, poltergeist activity, psychic visions, etc.) remains an unnecessary–even tragic–fact in field investigation.
I use the term perceived because there is no “physical” gap between these–only a subjective one, found usually in those ignorant of the vast (admittedly uneven) literature piled up over hundreds of years, a lot of this by organizations whose names might surprise some of you: the Vatican; Russian intelligence (scientific, well-funded, deadly serious); CIA (even a partial listing of MK-ULTRA sub-projects would run many pages); FBI; universities with corporate, private, and government funding. Regardless of any of these having individual ambitions and agendum, they gathered–a few continue to gather–reams of raw data.
Out of that (short) list, probably the Vatican keeps the largest collection, and might very well have been the first to note a continuum between “lights in the sky” and ground-based phenomena, divine or otherwise. Poltergeist activity (rock-throwing, unaccountable movement of inanimate objects, “apports” such as falls of coins, biologicals, etc.) is recorded as far back as AD 400, well before anyone thought of exploiting such matters for personal or political gain.
Some researchers think Vatican scholars were and are coerced to “accept” only those accounts that reinforce the Roman Catholic church, i.e. “Our miracles are better than yours–and approved!” An obvious absurdity, akin to those uttered by government conspiracy-mongers who believe fabulous UFO artifacts and secrets are under lock and key. No one can control, or hide, a global phenomenon so fugitive, culturally adaptive, and incomprehensible.
What can be controlled is disclosure of gathered data–nothing more. It might be very interesting if American intelligence released their files, as did the UK not long ago. But data is not information. I have read a sampling of Ministry of Defense documents, and they offer a confused, often annoyed, record of meandering nocturnal lights, bright stars, jarring cries in empty buildings, mysterious “animals,” and apparently solid objects seen in daylight. I doubt American documents tell a different story.
Photographs, be they of unusual machines in the sky or on the ground, apparitions, or cryptids (unknown and/or “paraphysical” creatures) can never prove anything. This was true in the twentieth century; even more so now. A photograph tells us nothing useful about its subject. In today’s slippery high-tech environment–forget it.
None of this discounts that we share a world thrumming with anomalies. In our skies, lakes, seas, homes, and minds. I agree with that old, bespectacled, brilliant and often pissed-off Charles Fort, whose four classic tomes–The Book of the Damned, New Lands, Lo!, Wild Talents–first collected from newspapers, university and science journals, accounts of all things Damned.
Fort hated believers, scientists, charlatans, and petty authority; the whole “either-or” mindset. He posed the question: Not if such things exist…but why?
In Fort’s world there existed no Goblin Barrier. But a timeless march of weirdness forever just out of reach, a few decades ahead of common wisdom. “A procession of the damned. By the damned, I mean the excluded. We shall have a procession of data that Science has excluded. Battalions of the accursed, captained by pallid data that I have exhumed, will march. You’ll read them–or they’ll march. Some of them livid and some of them fiery and some of them rotten….”
Fort wrote the above in 1919.
Sometimes I’m sure nothing since then has changed.
What Is, and What Won’t Go Away
If we are to accept what TV, and the Internet, tells us, we live in a grim world where danger lurks around every corner. Pederasts hunt our children; psychotic losers buy assault-rifles and unleash rage in schools; politicians visit prostitutes, repent, and again run for office (considering that 6-figure book deal).
Our all-too-real world becomes a nightmare of constant threat, unsafe infrastructure, and political “scandal.”
In between reports of soccer fans beheading and tearing apart a referee (online for your indulgence), we are urged–twice in one commercial break–to hop in our efficient cars and grab burgers and fries, the bigger the better, right?
At least we have the assurance that most movie-trailers will unfailingly present explosions, gun-shots, and a little nudity. Lucky us.
But you know this.
At present time, we still take in UFO reports, harder and harder to weed out the “real” from the manufactured, the sanctioned drones from the unidentified.
The weird stuff–beyond that made by humans–is still out there.
Case in point: regardless of your opinion of Whitley Strieber (of COMMUNION fame), he employs someone who collects digital footage of UFOs. When I write “UFOs,” I mean simply that: Unidentified Flying Objects. No matter that sophisticated investigators use the term Unidentified Aerial Phenomena, it’s the same deal.
You probably know how easy–if expensive–it is to fake UFO photos and video. This has been a thorn since the 1950s. In fact, some of the best photos from that period have been questioned given present-day technology. Many have been proved as hoaxes. Not all, mind you.
Our world, compared to that of the 1950s, might as well exist in a completely different universe. Nothing is the same, except the common human craving to escape harsh reality.
People lied then; they lie today.
This doesn’t make them monsters. They suffer from our collective spiritual despair, where our lives are stripped of mystery, where anything smelling of authenticity (your mother’s meatloaf, punk music, tattoos, growing your own food) is immediately commodified and marketed back to us.
What I find most strange, regarding UFO sightings, is that their manifestations have not changed since at least the late 1970s. How can this be? They began as essentially religious visions, then reflections–after the Industrial Revolution–of barely-possible technology. The 19th Century gave us blimp-like “airships,” just beyond human capability. One of those airship sightings, in 1897, took place 30 miles south of where I live in quiet Sistersville, WV. Too bad no one had a cell phone.
The 20th Century was full of saucers, cylinders, and shapeless blobs. No government on earth could have built the vehicles reported in the 1930s as “discs.” But someone did. Were these, as Carl Jung wrote, projections of the collective unconscious? If so, where did this collective forge its metal?
The 1980s began sightings of aggressive, non-stealthy “black triangles,” most noted in the classic Hudson Valley material. Soon they were reported everywhere. In my opinion, exotic, radically-advanced prototypes were used to “test” public reaction. This sort of dishonest crap was suggested as long ago as 1952, in order to use the UFO phenomenon as psychological warfare. Why? Because a UFO “flap”–real or not–might clog military lines of communication, and give free reign to a genuine attack from “foreign powers.”
I suppose this was necessary, but who can total the number of lives disrupted by such recklessness?
Today, we still see reports of saucers (not so many), and definitely hear of the dreaded triangles. Cylinders. And even small, refrigerator-sized “boxes” hovering over private residences. I can’t know whether someone has mastered anti-gravity, but it kind of feels that way.
Returning to Strieber and his Unknown Country website, there was a video showing an overcast gray sky. The footage was shot from a car, and is very strange. Is it fake? I don’t know, because I am no authority on such matters. A cell-phone camera is aimed out of an open passenger window toward a stormy sky, turbulent as if about to form a funnel cloud. All at once a cylinder–which must be very large–drops through the clouds, obviously churning up its surroundings. The well-defined object hangs there for a few seconds, as though uncertain, then rises back into the clouds. I’ve viewed hundreds of videos like these, but this had an “organic” look. Shocking. This thing just popped down, then went away. Assuming it was a physical object, bereft of propellers or forward movement, what the hell was it?
We cannot know. But it did give a chill. If fake, the fakers ought to seek out Steven Spielberg. He has a job for them….
That roiling sky existed in 1950, as it does now. The real challenge is that of figuring truth from fiction. In our world, there seems hardly to be a difference.
It bothers me that the UFO phenomenon seems to have stopped “evolving” in accordance with human belief systems. We no longer can count on that very smart theory, simply because there are too many objects aloft in charge of spying on us–in the same way that used to drive 1950s witnesses into implosions of paranoia.
This doesn’t mean we ought to stop paying attention. But it does complicate the watching, and I don’t admire any present-day investigators trying to soothe some witness very upset by their sighting.
No closure here.
Just a simple observation.
Not long ago, I experienced hostile hacking of my personal e-mail and all else. This came, within minutes, of my writing about the seemingly omnipotent power of the NSA–so visible in the news.
That night, I was not in good form to handle this. But my friend Lee Munro grabbed my collar and talked me out of reckless paranoia. For that, I am forever in his debt. A guy who doesn’t know me from Adam reached out and gave a damn.
We should all be so fortunate. Here’s the deal: if you lack the balls to confront me on something I’ve written, then what are you worth? Seriously, it’s easy to give anyone the shakes these days. I could do this in 10 minutes–but why? Perhaps that’s all it is; some sorry bastard from my past resentful that I’m still around and writing about what matters to me. I do not, can not, know. Yet Lee was there, rescuing me from near-certain emotional implosion. My long-gone mother (born in Cornwall) would be glad somebody took my fears and used them to empower me–I sure am.
So, a little tweak here to you, Sir or Madam, who apparently have nothing better to do with your so-called life. It worked, though. You scared me. Good for you. How hard can that be, when you lack the ability (well, maybe you don’t) to climb my porch steps and look me in the eye? I’d love to meet you, and hash out our obvious disagreement. A simple e-mail might resolve this–but I doubt it. Because you lack the courage to honestly approach me and take me to task. I’m here for you. I need to know what I wrote that so troubled your organized dullness.
Should you ever decide to pursue this personal path, at least have the common human decency to let me know you’re on your way. I’ll make coffee (Lee would, because he’s everything you are not). Mission accomplished. You frightened me. But there’s more to me than that. True, not much–but it’s there. I welcome open discussion of whatever I wrote that so inflamed your petty sensibilities. At least I have the stones to invite you to coffee and–if you drop the gun–perhaps a home-cooked meal. As you undoubtedly know, there are two things I can do in this world: Write, and cook.
Who knows? Maybe after a few drinks you’ll understand why The Night Run means so much to me. I doubt it, but there you go, my very shy friend. Give me the chance you nearly ruined by choosing the coward’s path. It’s very, very simple. You have a problem with me? Well then, I’m here for you. Tell me why. Maybe I WAS wrong about something. A tad too cold and abstract for your obvious take and dark wisdom.
Give it your best. I’m always here for you.
My Enemy’s Friends Are My Friends
If I could give up the habit of sleeping, I’d be on the right track. I’ve tried, but can drink only so much coffee and drop only so many stimulants (how I miss the “old days” of the 1970s when benzedrine flowed, friendly as a handshake).
But we live in different times, intolerant and stupid. Nothing closes, but at least the pay sucks. Don’t get me wrong–I love America, which is why I write what follows.
The field of so-called paranormal investigation has become a media event–for good or ill. Mostly ill. Seemingly controlled by people with whom I would have a hard time sitting across the table, sipping beer, forking (if very lucky) Asian delights. Said-producers would be unfailingly polite, perhaps even tolerate my request for a few shots of Pernod. Or Perrier. Or even a glass of tap water.
You know what I’m talking about. I went so far, based on a trailer tacked on to a horror movie, as to purchase a season of so-called ghost-hunters. So have you. It all looks so scary and fetching and right–but it isn’t.
Can anyone with enough budget go out and buy nifty plastic devices that measure the electromagnetic background of any space? Of course. That device will indeed bring out a certain amount of activity, brought to us by whoever caused the Big Bang (not a theory). A measure of background radiation, which proves…something. Especially, well, background radiation. Anywhere you care to enter will give this–abandoned structure, Wal-mart, a swimming pool, or empty forest. The earth has a magnetic signature. Period.
Does this negate the genuine results recorded by paranormal investigators? No. I have personally–in Point Pleasant, West Virginia–seen the reality of above-average readings. This is inarguable. Does it mark gateways to other dimensions? I can’t say. But it does mark something, and I was impressed by just how far these “common” people went to rule out natural emanations. Much more than I ever did.
So what’s going on?
I hope anyone reading this is aware of the entire Point Pleasant, West Virginia events of 1966-1967, which are chronicled in John Keel’s 1975 book THE MOTHMAN PROPHECIES. I don’t assume this, so will very briefly relate the “facts.”
Many people in PP reported encounters–terrifying, even physically damaging–with a 7-foot-tall entity that resembled a bat, with terrible glowing red eyes. Many of these sightings took place 7 miles north of PP, in a closed-down space known as the TNT area. This vast zone, during World War II, was used to develop and test weapons–explosives. Thousands worked there, not commonly known until quite recently. Picture it as a sort of Area 51 without the glitter. I admit to having a hard time understanding why workers were driven there in school buses with blacked-out windows.
Having visited PP several times, all I can think is this: How could employees NOT know where they were being taken? Even blindfolded–which they weren’t–they would know only one road (Route 62) leads to their job. Completely absurd–yet that’s what was done. The only thing that makes sense to me, since I grew up with daily drills (1965 until 1968) designed to teach us how to “survive” a nuclear attack, was that of pure unmitigated terror of being bombed by Russia and/or China. Have no doubt, this was taken very seriously, for all the good it might have done. And it scared the ever-loving shit out of us.
As it no doubt did across vast America. It sure as hell scared me and my little smart-ass friends. I can only imagine the dread felt by my mother and father, who probably were subjected to the same drills at their work-place. This was fiercely serious stuff, hard for anyone younger to imagine. My strongest memory of school is when JFK was assassinated. The teachers I so liked became shouting, weeping, terrified caricatures. Lighting cigarettes in the hallways, shouting, completely losing it. “The Russians killed Kennedy! Jesus Christ, we’re gonna die!” Not one effort to protect us kids, and that terrified me. My mother–one mile away–came in and shoved me into the car. “What’s going on?” I asked, already in tears seeing my teachers so upset. “Where’s Dad?”
25 miles away, working in Cleveland, my father of course had heard the bad news. I can’t imagine his terror, but he was already home, trying to be calm. “A man shot the president,” he said, “we might be attacked.”
Already afraid, I said: “What do we do?”
My stoic, gentle father said: “Get batteries for the radio and bring them to the basement. And Fritos and hot dogs.”
I did not understand what was happening, even though I’d been told. It wasn’t real. But seeing my parents so afraid really shocked me. What could they say? “Well, Billy, we’re gonna be all right.” They clearly didn’t believe that, no doubt expecting a Russian (or Chinese) nuclear attack. It has been said, and I don’t know how true, that our famous enemies had a contingency-plan, in the event of presidential assassination. Perhaps the very first “conspiracy” theory. But I think that might very well have been real. Why would communist powers NOT think of this?
Thank God–or whoever’s in charge–that JFK feared this scenario–big-time–and had put trusted associates in place for exactly this terrible possibility. Akin to the Cuban missile crisis, which brought the world as close to nuclear war as possible, JFK knew that not everyone in power loved him or his policies. He maintained a very brave ideal: If we ever are threatened with nuclear annihilation, make the call. He probably actually said: Make the fucking call. Do not piss around with this.
Which meant, pick up the phone, talk to our enemies. What’s going on? We came within hours of nuclear annihilation–which means the world came within hours of certain death and nothingness. How’s that for pure terror?
Today that possibility sounds ridiculous–even impossible. It isn’t. We’ve got serious trouble between India and…you know. Would anyone with a brain actually drop a nuke? Hard to say. Obviously, we hope not. There are those who believe in limited strikes with nukes. No such thing, and you don’t need me to tell you. For it is the aggression behind such an act that tells all–despair, horror, hopelessness. Not to mention the possibility of some pissed-off country having the money to buy plutonium. Something to think about.
On the other gladder hand, is anyone stupid enough to make that move? I sure hope not. Mostly because we’re set on a hair-trigger regarding any attack–nuclear or otherwise. The recent “revelations” (wake up, the NSA has been monitoring us for decades) of National Security Agency misdeeds should not be pissed on. As much as I hate the very idea, what are we to do?
NSA has access to all communications. Someone must, right? It scares me. To know that if I dare type the word “terrorist,” NSA is flagging that–as they no doubt just did. They also know that I’m a guy writing about NSA–not trying to hide anything. But it still scares me.
Are the enemies of my enemies my friends? I can’t say, since I don’t actually know who might be my enemies. But more and more, I feel uneasy even in the comparative luxury of writing this blog. Is anyone paying attention? Of course. My only hope is for the watchers to slide a Neil Young CD into the player, the one that shouts: “Keep on rockin’ in the free world.”
It’s playing right here right now, my friends. Even a Canadian like Mr. Young can appreciate that absolute freedom to express our feelings, thoughts, fears, and hopes. I leave you with this simple task: Keep on rockin’ in the whole world…the one we share…the one we love.
As you can see, this post is apart from the usual–with reason.
I have spent most of my time relating odd–to say the least–accounts of paranormal events. We live in a world far removed from that of 1950s and 1960s anomalous reports, but I suppose that is my point. Compared to what apparently might be happening today, i.e. UFOs, ghosts, etc., those days ring as if collected from either clueless witnesses or cynical poets. Perhaps both.
Yet I know that is not the “truth,” for these witnesses rarely volunteered their names, and often went out of their way to assure anonymity, completely apart from how such matters usually play out today.
What I think is this. UFOs exist; by which I mean Unidentified Flying Objects are a fact. Even the Air Force will admit as much. But that’s all. They are not–nor am I–admitting UFOs are extraterrestrial. This is the “conspiracy” so many believe. The government knows all. I doubt this. What they do know is that unknown aerial objects populate our skies, and there’s nothing to be done about it. Especially today, with drones and other less-aggressive vehicles a simple–if often deadly–fact of life. Literally, we cannot know for certain what we see. A state of affairs basically brand-new, and completely confusing.
I do think there is a genuine UFO “reality,” but now so muddied by drones and non-lethal platforms employed by global intelligence, we have a next-to-zero chance of sifting wheat from chaff. And that hurts.
Does this mean we ought to stop paying attention? No. It does mean we must be absolutely vigilant in our reports. I wish I had the answer. But if I happen to witness the now-classic “black triangle” UFO, I would hesitate to report this, because enough has been published in the open literature regarding these mostly silent, sizable craft.
True, such craft were witnessed as long ago as the 1950s, and I don’t know what to make of such reports–but they exist. Either human technology is levels and levels advanced beyond what we know (Stealth-fighter, bomber, etc.), or we are not alone. Either way, this is being used to further the protocols of national security.
It is not my place to question the agenda of those charged with protecting me and my interests. This is where I differ from those–William Cooper, Lear, etc.–in viewing UFOs as hostile, abducting, implanting etc. Simply put, the technology many claim to be used by extraterrestrials has existed among human hands since at least the 1950s. I urge anyone refuting this to read the Congressional hearings from 1977 against the CIA’s MKULTRA. Google MKULTRA and you’ll see what I mean.
Horrible things were done to further knowledge of how best to subdue or otherwise control those opposed to American dominance. This is not secret, and dense with quotes from CIA operatives who were very uneasy with the program. These projects often had their genesis in the assumed threat of Russian superiority.
What superiority, you may well ask.
Nutty as it sounds, both USSR and USA scientists had had some success with “remote viewing” and what can only be called “telepathy.” Cerebral action at a distance. Both sides saw the reality of this, but could not figure how to control it. Depending on where you read, today, these experiments continue. Are they unethical? Crazy? Who cares?
Given today’s kill-em-all no-matter-what stance, should we be concerned?
Of course. I can only speak as one living in America, but can’t help notice what we’ve given up. The Boston bombings certainly didn’t help. Post 9/11, America has become a place where anyone with olive skin better watch their ass, even sever ties to loving family overseas. Not right, or even fair, since most coming over are here because they want the same simple “freedom” as me, sitting here writing this.
The National Security Agency now has the computing power to intercept, if not instantly decode, all electronic communications. I’m not denying them this god-like power, but it is wide open for abuse. We have no choice. The very fact I’m okay with this bothers me, since I have nothing to hide. But that’s not the point, is it?
Humans cannot–as the NSA admits–make sense of this data. Machines flag certain words, yet are so overwhelmed it might take months to boil down useful intelligence–while requiring the power of a small city to fuel the water-cooled supercomputers.
Should I applaud this? I guess. I have no choice.
Those who believe 9/11 was a “conspiracy” are wrong. Read James Bamford’s THE SHADOW FACTORY: THE ULTRA-SECRET NSA FROM 9/11 TO THE EAVESDROPPING ON AMERICA. What you’ll see is many, many people lacking the ability–and in a few cases, desire–to share data with the the CIA and FBI. Simple, stupid shit. And they admit it. They had what they needed, but couldn’t connect the dots fast enough.
I have no hesitation in telling you that this was a failure–of sorts. Not a conspiracy. Why would anyone–with or without family–plan to destroy America? Simply put, they would not. Would you?
I used to think otherwise, in the cliche “they know something,” etc. I was wrong. I cannot imagine going to work every day charged with this burden. Sorry to disappoint you, but conspiracy of this size requires too many players. You have a family, or even not, you don’t nuke where you live.
Why was President Bush clueless? Because he was exactly that.
True, there are elements that don’t stack up. Why were fighter-jets not scattered immediately? I can’t say. At the time I lived 30 miles from Somerset County, witnessed the classic black helicopters heading that way. Had I dared flown a small airplane–a Cessna–I might have been shot down.
Much about 9/11 doesn’t feel “right.” But I doubt that has anything to do with American conspiracy.
I think it has much to do with simple human shame, and the lack of trust between those who might have known better than to keep secrets from one another.
I fear saying this, but wish events had turned out otherwise. And that the ultimate price is our loss of privacy.
A Trace of Memory
A serious, too-much ignored, aspect of paranormal investigation is the (mis)use of regressive hypnosis. While I have no interest in naming those who have used–continue to use–this profoundly potent “therapy,” I feel remiss in having not mentioned it during the writing of this blog, which will in 2014 see print publication.
To narrow the beam of my intent, I will address the use of hypnosis in cases of so-called alien abduction. Nowhere else have the authoritative tools of psychotherapy been so recklessly employed (“authoritative” being the key term). Hypnosis is without doubt a useful method in more mundane pursuits, such as in forensic psychology and its value in solving crimes wherein victims’ memory is blurred by trauma. I don’t claim to know the source of “alien” abductions, and will dispense with the quotes. It is unarguable that something’s happening, but there exist accounts dating back to the Sumerian genesis of the written word. Abductions are nothing new, but this reality, in post-post modern times, has been hijacked by swindlers, mongers of the fast buck, and even well-meaning paranormal investigators.
The late, lamented, John A. Keel (author of OPERATION TROJAN HORSE, THE MOTHMAN PROPHECIES, and many others) used hypnosis in some of his more confounding cases. I don’t know if Keel was the first paranormal investigator to do so, but I’m fairly certain. Keel was a gifted magician, something that’s always nipped at me, but I don’t think he used this to deceive anyone. He was genuinely haunted, and disturbed personally, by the so-called Mothman events in Point Pleasant, West Viriginia during 1966-1967. Much of what follows I owe to my friend Doug Skinner (at http://www.johnkeel.com), Keel’s best friend for the last decade or so of his life. Prior to my education in the operations and trade-craft of intelligence agencies, I viewed the Mothman/UFO/Men-in-Black events as genuinely across-the-board paranormal. I was wrong.
While the actual entity sightings–over 100 reports in West Virginia, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Virginia and elsewhere–are hard to gauge, they at least were given by people with no vested interest in talking about them. These accounts, best documented in Keel’s THE COMPLETE GUIDE TO MYSTERIOUS BEINGS, chronicle not only the bare facts, but their effect. I fear Keel’s editors took more than their share of editorial license (“Dammit, Keel–we can’t publish this…it’s crazy!).
They had, of course, no problem with under-paying Keel, who’d done the heavy-lifting and suffered for it. But they did publish the core facts, as given. Who can claim knowledge of what such experience does to witnesses’ lives? And it matters not one jot if any were hoaxes–the people there were hammered by genuine terror and its lacerating echo through their lives. If even 1% of the 100 or so (many undoubtedly–as with UFO sightings–went unreported) were real, that ought to tell us something.
Keel, knowing the power of hypnosis, however was not prepared for what happened during some sessions with witnesses. From FATE, September 2007: “Several contactees (people who thought they had met the flying-saucer occupants) had emerged and I was hypnotizing them and studying them carefully. I found these people had two levels of memory. The first level, the surface level, recalled under hypnosis a fascinating adventure, usually of being taken aboard a wonderful flying saucer. But the hidden level, which was difficult to get at and usually took several hypnotic sessions before it could be reached, rejected the false memory (confabulation) and painted a different picture. Most of these contactees had been transported to a van or house where they were subjected to brain-washing techniques and injected with an unknown substance. Then they were given a confabulation to remember and were released. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t find out who was doing this. The whole contactee syndrome was a fraud, but the contactees were innocent victims. Why was anyone going to all the trouble to create these contactees? Many people in West Virginia told me of seeing strange, unmarked vans cruising the back roads at night.”
One cannot help wonder, after learning more, why the Point Pleasant events and all they entail occurred during a particularly toxic period in Cold War tension. Keel, in THE MOTHMAN PROPHECIES, gives the barest hint of this. Later investigations (most from Andy Colvin who, say what you will, has unearthed telling–even shocking–information) opened a smudged window onto what very well, at least in part, might have been a sub-project in the CIA’s infamous MK-ULTRA campaign to figure methods of complete control of the human mind.
A 1977 congressional hearing blew the doors off MK-ULTRA, to a point. Briefly: experimental use of drugs, deception, disinformation, and even torture against American citizens in the guise of national security. The bulk of these files were destroyed, due to “a burgeoning paper problem.” One wonders what nefarious operations will remain forever unacknowledged. Point Pleasant, with its proximity to Washington, D.C., and the National Security Agency’s eavesdropping concern in Green Bank, West Virginia, and nearby Wright-Patterson AFB in Dayton, Ohio (possible test-point for classified aircraft) might have served as the optimal test-ground for psychological black-ops.
As noted by the late Jim Keith, and by Colvin, the Mothman events might have started with genuine paranormal chaos, but was noticed and exploited by those with an interest in testing new trade-craft hidden behind–perhaps mimicking–the unprecedented anomalies, perhaps with an eye toward using them against foreign threats. As insane and paranoid as this might sound, keep in mind that the possibility of nuclear attack against America was utmost in the minds of those tasked to protect us.
As Keel noted in THE MOTHMAN PROPHECIES, UFOs could be observed nearly every night after 8:00PM in Point Pleasant. They always approached from the south and moved north. The vehicles were described, mostly but not always, as the classic “flying saucer,” with fierce, prismatic lighting, and silent. Was military technology of the time capable of such a display? Yes. Some of these might even have been low-observable dirigibles–blimps. This would account for their hovering, and silence. It is a stretch, but not much. This cannot explain the more bizarre reports of spontaneous trance, transient voice phenomena (often heard through television and telephone), and of course the entity sightings.
I think Keel was aware of more than he would–or could–share with readers. He was a driven, culturally sophisticated (read his 1957 study, JADOO, if in doubt) intellectual, yet humble and able to meet and converse with people from all walks of life. I have visited Point Pleasant many times, broken bread with those still living who were afflicted and otherwise affected not only by the paranormal events, but who lost loved ones on the Silver Bridge collapse of 15 December 1967–13 months after the first Mothman sighting. All speak highly of Mr. Keel and his gentle, considerate concern. A far cry from some recent investigators and their manipulative, narcissistic posturings.
However unsatisfying, I leave you with the words of John Alva Keel: “The situation is infinitely more complex than any of these interesting but simplistic explanations. If UFOs are real, and if they are extraterrestrial, then all of the patterns indicate they are totally hostile. If this is the case, then the proper government procedure would be to set up a false PR front to deal with the random reports and lull the public while a secret agency made a real effort to cope with the problem. If they are not real but are only part of the wild, wild world of psychic phenomena and chimeras, then there is nothing that can be done and no amount of investigating can be expected to be fruitful. So it is a no-win dilemma for the civilian saucer sleuth with a straitjacket as the reward.”