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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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Apricots & acorns

I can’t hit
the notes
when my throat
does that thing
I can’t hit
the notes
they’re just
so good
I’ve got somethin’
in me gotta get it out
I’ve got somethin’
in me gotta get it out
gotta get it out
don’t uproot me
again—nothing
looks familiar 
don’t uproot me
until it’s time
to go—I’ll go
I’ve got somethin’
in me like an apricot
I’ve got somethin’
in me like an apricot
an apricot
in my clenched fists
bursting running
down my arms
in my clenched fists
bursting running
down my neck
two pits to be planted
in the dirt
before the mountain
freezes in December
someday
when all the pines have died
we’ll still have apricots
& acorns
we’ll still have apricots
& acorns
X




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Dicks & drugs

You can have
a hard dick
or a slurred tongue
but you can’t have both

Or hey what do I know
maybe you can
I knew a dealer
in New York
who had little blue pills

There’s actually something
I’ve never done
his neighbor told me
it fucked with his head
they both looked at each other
nodded & agreed

He had a couple pit bulls
they were lounging beside him
with their tongues out
as he smiled reminiscing
the fond moment
he was fucking this chick
& put her head thru a wall
verbatim

I could write tragedies
about some that I’ve met
back before there was Weedmaps
when gangster wannabe’s
stood between me
& some moldy catpiss that
hardly took the edge off

But I won’t—

A cock is not just
for playful pummeling & painting
piss murals on everything
a cock is like a barometer
a cock gives you a choice

                 Someday I predict
                 I won’t care as much
                 if I make it another thirty years
                 come smoke me out with sap
                 on the side of the trail
                 on a sunny day
I’ll have had so many
thousands of deafening orgasms
by then—tens of thousands—
it will all seem like one
about to happen

                   







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To know the toxic truth 

I need to show us as lab rats—


Who would see their hands as we jumped—

never know—


We were other


Retrace their home—

we tattooed ourselves—

we dead—

we tattooed a while surrounderstanding—


          chomple of the bus stop speakerbox

disconnect neon highlighter


We knew then as we pondered if it was the way—

the both right blue

                        that half the wall—

it didn’t need to spew lava

but you though

others corrupted up against my bare chest

it’s six



 peel your name

              lake


                                                         A girl lost the fire

burning glass


                                  the door open window with a mountain lion— we

                                         them

in a different 

                                            that’s dead—

we cancer of highlights . .


Words that too will be

vested—

extractal

gently into nowhere

                                            dries up

everyone out

& do the sewer that no longer means—

we evaporated

while we rested—


We were back seat of the sat still—


Prefabricated to be made

she closes her pink tentacles coiling under the back

                                                      no one knows but could go

like misterioso being in the white hot metal

gently into their eyes and slaves—

we ride

she said Where to?

melting lost in the grimy gutter

into my voice

sawing carved notches 

her clit beneath the bed intravenously—

we wall—

we never keep inside 

this nothinner

like could have an arrow

with a flag pole

pink as a ponderosa

the boxes of my head looking for us—


They tricks on you

    plunging

     they were once skin—

ever against my bare cruising 

under the wings of clay—


We forest— never to wear mask on the road


you thought refuge

under to see themselves tween

                                   I’m in half then as you


How many will be

vested in their frigid body

naked on the boys

to a memory

            cold

to the ride


 peel your river playing

our finger wait

at the cold

         the ground—


Nothing nowhere to?





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The inbetweens

Light a candle
Put a stop to them
Put a stop to them
Put a stop to them
I like to sit
Watching plants grow
From a window
Scrolling down
Down
Down
But it lags
It lags
It lags
It lags
& I know
Somewhere inbetween the I
And these requests you sit
Collecting
& I muse
Do you feel a pang rewarded
Like I do
Like I do
Do you
It’s sticky
Like a web
Like the cum
On your hands
Little humps
On the top of tinted SUV’s
Watching screens
Watching screens
Watching screens
It doesn’t matter
We’re the inbetweens
The inbetweens
The inbetweens


Sometimes I think about Oroville

Like a tweaker panning for gold
in the dead drought dessicated crick like a slot machine about to give way

Like the white cessna stingray
in May failing at low altitudes
at seven in the morning

Like a gang of deadeyed palepasty zombie kids
twitchpicking their way thru
a market that doesn’t give a fuck

Like the nine gram rule
that kept everyone out
and everything in

Like using a helicopter
to pinpoint where to falsify
your thousandth anonymous complaint

Like packs of water bottles lined up
several hundred yards away
who knows how many rounds of .308

Like two dudes getting a handy in an old Chevy
by a tweakjawed crackwhore between them by the tracks

Like how they always wondered if it was Sour Diesel
& one of their corrupt colleagues got caught
moving packs back east

Like that real raw look on their face
everyone has from the brutal heat beating down
through the toxic valley air

Like winning 10k at the casino
getting drunk and dying crashing into a river on your way home
the cash floating downstream