An alternative theory to the ‘Chilean UFO’ controversy and commentary on the recent video from NY Times

Piqued by the recent NY Times article I did a little digging to find any other allegedly ‘real’ videos of UFO’s or UAP’s. That’s how I discovered the video recorded by the Chilean Navy of a UAP who claim they studied it for two years and came up totally inconclusive. I found it to be awfully tantalising at first until I read this sources analysis who claim it’s just a couple contrails from two different planes and that the CEFAA have released a hoax video in their past. Nowhere in any of these articles or comments do I see anyone mentioning what I think this had to have been so here I am drinking coffee tapping away. 

Cloud seeding (a wall of links):

en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cloud_seeding

weathermodification.org/publications/index.php/JWM/article/viewArticle/68

freshfruitportal.com/news/2012/02/08/chilean-govt-approves-cloud-seeding-to-ease-drought/

weatherpeace.blogspot.com/2013/08/silver-iodide-case-against-cloud-seeding.html?m=1

m.phys.org/news/2013-06-thirds-chile-desertification.html

theeventchronicle.com/geoengineering/inventor-of-cloud-seeding-created-weather-weapons-of-war/

www.edisontechcenter.org/IrvingLangmuir.html

theatlantic.com/science/archive/2017/09/weather-wars-cloud-seeding/538392/

bismarcktribune.com/news/state-and-regional/drought-heightens-controversy-over-cloud-seeding/article_98ede583-96db-5ebb-8899-682b58538889.html

m.phys.org/news/2016-06-science-cloud-seeding.html

Is it possible that the CEFAA were simply never informed of the arguably useless cloud seeding program in their country during their entire two years of ‘research’? Could it be that they wanted to put a spin to the public on their failed efforts of modifying the weather in favor of their desertifying drought? Food for thought.

Now let’s talk about the recent video published by NY Times from To The Stars Academy of Arts and Science. It is initially very compelling when taken at face value. You see a glowing UAP rotating as if straight out of Halo or something before zooming off at “unprecedented speed”. One pilot claims over the intercom there’s a whole fleet—which reminded me of Gary McKinnen’s claims from fifteen years ago. Wow—it’s easy to think—they’re here, and they’re even closer than I thought!

Then reality starts to set in. It’s hard not to be skeptical. Various governments and other private groups’ track record for false flags is unsettling alone as it is and produces a ‘boy who cried wolf’ effect. The details behind the so called academy run by Blink-182’s ex front man Tom DeLonge are shady and I can’t help but feel mildly poisoned by his obsession with John Podesta. We’re at a point just in this past year alone that artificial intelligence is starting to be able to create and alter media us humans can no longer discern between fact and fiction. They claim the video is 100% real and unedited which I have no way of verifying myself. It could very well be. The implications of that would be monumental indeed. It could mean that we are being visited and surveiled within our atmosphere and not just like the potentially DNA-less ‘fireflies’ that might feed off of electromagnetic energy living in outer space as seen by John Glenn and others. My father even claims to have seen a swarm similar as a kid with his friends at night in the backwoods of Maine. It could mean that an alien drone had once visited us Roswell-style crash landed or was shot down and the technology was reverse engineered which is now being utilized covertly. It could also be someone is testing and has mastered a form of zero point energy finally as patented by Jovion and tested by NASA with the Casimir effect. The surfacing of the video could be seen as a prelude to the public that the tech is here and wants to be openly utilized by the powers at be which in turn would have positive effects on our world as we spiral away into another mass extinction and seek to expand our germlike reach outward toward the stars with rockets, sails and lasers. That is—of course—if they let us use it at all before someone else figures it out on their own, uploads the plans to the Pirate Bay, and we can all start 3D printing them at home with a ghost gunner and pieces of alloy.

Let’s consider the flipside and the possibility that the video is a pure fabrication of either CGI, AI, or both, and it’s just so advanced that it’s impossible to tell it never really happened. The pilots would both be in on it then and a whole slew of others. Creating and orchestrating its release could be used as a massive distraction away from the trillions spent on the non-stop pillaging of regime-changing wars and the continued implementations of forms of austerity and oppression. It could be a jingoistic way to unite the masses in favor of their government—a new form of nationalism—and for Tom to rack in on investors for his next nineteen steps.  It could be used as a way to say Here’s your disclosure! while never actually revealing the truth. It could all be just a grand social experiment and social media is sucking up the data like a wormhole of teeming leeches. I’ll toss these words down the pith of suckling mouths.

How are we to really know what exactly is going on from such a short and grainy clip?

As a believer in panspermia and no stranger to encounters with various forms of ETI embedded within us all even I find myself very cautious in regards to coming to any conclusions from this recent video. We need more information for this to be the smoking gun, or the incontrovertible proof of advanced aliens coexisting here locally with us and not just utilizing the non-locality of the quantum mind, or DNA itself, to give us little gifts and messages when our eyes drift over to the other side. 

—Pseudonymous, 121817

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Matheus Schurr

“It all began on a dreary night of November 1816. Whilst Mary Shelley was drawing energy from freak electrical storms and sudden weather changes to build Frankenstein at the Villa Diodati on the shores of Lake Geneva, a family in a small Black Forest village on the other side of the Alps called on Doctor Johann Tritschler to give his medical opinion on the condition of a thirteen-year-old boy named Matheus Schurr. The boy, according to Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine, was tormented by dreams and physical ailments: ‘His speech was rapid and loud, his face was pale and with an expression of anxiety, he complained often of violent pains in his body, of headache, sickness, and an inclination to vomit, and he not only trembled when he attempted to move, but had constant convulsions’.”


“Medicine proved ineffective, and over the next few days the boy got much worse; he spoke with a rapidity that showed he had as little control over his tongue as over the muscles of his limbs. However, while the doctor was admonishing his patient to be more quiet and composed, by mere accident he stroked the boy’s face once or twice with his hand, and immediately the wildness in his looks vanished. To his astonishment, the boy became calm and spoke gently, and he discovered that the healing process lay not in the medicine he prescribed, but the hands, especially the movement of the hands over the body without actually touching. After several visits the boy was cured – or he recovered, which of course isn’t necessarily the same thing – and the Doctor reluctantly conceded that the cure might be the ‘existence of an imperceptible agent acting by means of magnetical influence’. Thereafter, with regard to Doctor Tritschler’s casebook, it was consigned to the medical archive.”

“1816 was a dark year. Solar events created prolonged geomagnetic storms, and it is likely they contributed to the climatic mood swings. They may also have contributed to the mood swings of a section of the world’s population: the eminent Scottish scientist, David Brewster, invented the kaleidoscope in that year, and before he even reached the patent office there was mass demand for this brief but spectacular break from the gloom – a demand met through numerous copycat versions. No doubt a coincidence, it was the year the Scottish Enlightenment dimmed and, with the death of Adam Ferguson, the year it was extinguished. It was the year of swift weather shifts from calm to chaos, of blinding bursts and deafening blasts from freak electrical storms. It was the year Frankenstein was born, though he didn’t actually toddle into the bookshops until he was two. It was the year of ‘blood or bread’ riots, of the heavy midsummer hail that flattened crops, of mass migrations and the death of tens of thousands. It was the year the volcanic eruptions of Tambora, on the island of Sumbawa in Indonesia, caused cataclysmic climate changes by draping a veil around the Earth. It was the year without a summer.”

Source:

https://www.counterpunch.org/2017/12/11/the-year-without-summer/

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Writing our retarded reps about net neutrality

Buena,

I found this bot last night on reddit that helps you send letters to your representatives from your mobile phone. If you’re in the USA, think net neutrality is fine just the way it is and don’t want to see the net turn into something like Portugal’s (throttled, censored and expensive) then you may also want to do this within the next few days while you still can. I txted ‘resist’ to the # 50409 and then copy and pasted a template letter from battle for the net.

Dear Senators and Representatives:

Please support any amendment that would strike out Sections 628, 629 and 630 from the Government Appropriations. These sections would undermine the FCC’s Net Neutrality rules and prevent the agency from enforcing these critical protections. It is unacceptable to use a budget bill to circumvent the FCC’s open rulemaking process that millions of citizens participated in.

The American people have called for strong net neutrality rules. Congress should let the FCC do its job, and not engage in unproductive partisan brinksmanship.

Thank you,
[Your name here]

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Tools of the trade

Like the fat fuck doctor handing over vicodin
to the boy in pain who doesn’t yet know
he should say ‘go kill yourself’
instead of ‘okay’

Like dufflebags full of crystal methamphetamine
that used to be made in America
until it got outsourced
just like everything else

Like vacuum-packed on diplomatic flights
to South Korea—China—the Philippines
by the psychopathic soldiers & agents
without an ounce of morale left

Like making billions pushing synthetic opiates
while thousands of misled victims are dying
turning to heroin laced with fent
chasing their own tails until the end

Like turning a blind eye to the kilograms
of legal fentanyl analogs
exported from China—
North Korea can only dream of such success—

Like Duterte’s son getting caught
red handed moving millions in shabu
Triad tats on his back
—no one does a thing

Like shooting up after eating McDonalds
driving your Chevy Geo out of the parking lot
onto the road chucking your used needle
into the gutter from an open window

Like not even knowing there’s a lethal threshold
that you are going to want to pass
to get the same degree of feeling
you had the first time—it’s already gone—

Like taking your usual maintenance dose
that you thought was from the same source
nodding off on the toilet
never waking up again

Like writing a book about the Clinton’s
cocaine Arkanicide rise to political power
getting shot in the head
—suicided on the top of a hillside

Like the opium wars all over again
forever without an end in sight
whole entire neighborhoods set up
to be harvested for prisoners

Like feeding them risperidone for profit
in solitary confinement
guilty of nothing
but a lifestyle

Like how my generation statistically
is the drunkest one ever to walk
the face of the earth
—I wonder why that is

Like how before it was legal
for the CIA to brainwash the public before 2011
there were shows like Friends
all the chicks wanted to watch

Like no matter how much effort
you put into unlearning & training
your mind—there it is again every time
you talk to almost anyone

Like not giving a fuck
if you don’t like my poem
—go shove your head back into the sand
pretend everything is perfectly fine—

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Celtic flux tube disorder

I’m at the intersection
going left

I’m at the intersection
going right

I’m at the intersection
going down

I’m at the intersection
going up

I’m at the intersection
going forward

I twist this way
—then that

never knowing which
way I’ll be going—

never going back
the way I came—

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Confronting a black bear 

It’s uncertain how much the ponderosa pine
arches phallically from the dry diablo winds racing
down from the hurricane highlands of Nevada 
taking some of us away in the dead of night
who drove off the invisible roads down cliffsides
no tail lights guiding the way out
whose gone missing in the gusts until it’s over
to be declared charred dead as the night
or our country disassembled into fragments
like candy strewn from a cheap rainbow piñata
all over the ashes to be had for the taking
even if he can’t see it’s black shadow of a face
its paws pound the earth ruffling fallen leaves
the shape of it’s massive muzzle is visible
by the empty space between it’s teeth
as it breathes openmouthed five yards away
like a drum made out of mad savage meat
deciding between running back to the fires
further away up the hill into the unknown
or toward the man firing a warning shot
thunderlegged with his black oak rifle
into the backdrop of spinetingling darkness






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Controlled demolition of society

Sweaty palms that slide down
wherever you end up tossing
a pale down the well at midnight
splashes out of you again—

You’re not above it in the hills
the greydeath of falling dust in the streets—
the dryrun symbolism is enough—

In the dark I listen to your fingers
break one by one and for a moment
I wonder what I’m doing here—

You want to break it
break it away from them—

I want somethin’ to do
somethin’ to die for—

I dont want
anything to do
with you—

I want somethin’ to do
somethin’ to die for—

I dont want
anything to do
with you—

How many times
has the facade fallen—
there’s no better time than now
to drop the complacency
and want something better—

You wanna cry
about how it won’t work
’cause you need somethin’ to do—
you need somethin’ to do—

Yeah—sometime after they did nine eleven—
endless wars and soldier suicides
I think I stopped giving a fuck—
or what was it—the drone killings
growing exponentially without any regard
for the innocent—the widespread surveillance—
oh—maybe human trafficking—
yeah—the kids in Haiti—
Laura changed her last name after that—
it’s no wonder guys are going mad
with guns like they do every day
in countries used as proxies & pawns—
it all just kinda mashes together
after a while doesn’t it?

Or have you spent so long
getting your brain legally stomped in
at the surface that none of this
means anything to you?

U.$.A. flies it’s false flag
wherever there’s a need
for distortion of reality—
there it is right in your face
yet you still can’t even see it—
got a million articles on google telling you
you’re insane for thinking a pizza place in DC
could harbor a “Haitian special”

You wanna play ping-pong
with people and their minds?

Try to make sure next time the guy you pay
to take the fall doesen’t have an IMDB page—
and that your fake French name
doesen’t bring up damning screenshots
from your now private instagram—

I want somethin’ to do
somethin’ to die for—

I dont want
anything to do
with you—

I want somethin’ to do
somethin’ to die for—

I dont want
anything to do
with you—


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