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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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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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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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The seahorse

I wanna go
under there
again
fuck you & all your asphalt
take me back
beyond the shore
beneath the waves
I don’t wanna be a particle
anymore
I don’t wanna be a wave
again
I just wanna burn
burn
burn
these tetrahertz teeth
I just wanna breathe
breathe
breathe
my liquid lungs are glowing
I wanna go
underwater
again
I wanna close
my eyes right open
fuck you & all your pretty sky
take me back out
way beyond the shore
beneath the waves
I’m not gonna be a particle
anymore
I’m not gonna be a wave
ever again
I just wanna burn
burn
burn
in a circle
I just wanna breathe
breathe
breathe
the black water
where the iceberg
meets the seafloor
scraping
in the darkness
the red water
where it bursts
open to magma
exploding
in the






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El Ganador

I got neurons in the sky
are you high

yes I am
yes I am
O yes I am
I’m gonna be
a Boltzmann brain
babe
I’m gonna go to
the end of time                                            yeah
I’m gonna be more
than just a smooth liquid sphere
that lights up
for some reason
in a series
& remembers everything
that ever happened
in a flash that spans
almost forever
there are multiverses
that would pay
by the billions
of galaxies
to have
what we
will have
I wanna have déjà vu
with you





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Boltzmann’s wet dream

                                           In approximately ten
                                         to the power of ten
              to the power of fifty years from now
                   it’s been hypothesized
                  the entropy in what we call
                the universe will fluctuate
                                           just enough
                            for the disembodied
                brains to appear
                                                 in the vacuum
               like space ghosts
                                   roving the outskirts
of the very end of everything


                   who are these observers
                   will they even know themselves
                                   thinking, remembering
          fluctuating from above


  the iron stars collapsing
from quantum tunneling
   becoming neutron stars melting
                      into shattered black holes
                              subatomic particles
   all matter gone


you’re not supposed to make sense
                       you’re disallowed
           you’re a problem
          you’re the last sparks of phantom life
                    before it bangs like bubbles again


   you take the number of all the ways
    every subatomic particle
      can be combined
          you multiply it by ten
          to the power of ten
          to the power of ten
          to the power of fifty six
a rounding error


                              the time it will take
                              for one of the bangs
                    to start to look like this again





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Us

The last thing he saw was a rolling
paper made out of rice stuck in
a spiderweb beneath the

what was he even looking at exactly

would have been peeled back in layers
undetected until fully rooted down below
this connection establishes itself
during which it’s transferred

We’ve been lucky that most not only
don’t notice but they don’t even try to exploit
our own vulnerabilities in the wormway
under the cover of darkness the necessity
of sleep it’s not perfect but it’s working

This one wakes up without the alarm going off
so we never know if he’s awake or what
& there’s been complications
more incidents of portal breaching
with clear signs of recall signatured
we think some of them have seen us

I bet it’s warm like a bonfire
    a proximity that ripples out
  shines brighter on a map or mind
  a sea of flesh & fluids seamlessly
         intertwined tesselating from above
        there’s something about us
                     that you need
               like you’ve been here 
                or like you’re never
                       coming back




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The narrator

                                                    What is waiting on
                                                 the other side
                                              for us
                                           waiting
                                        on the other side
                                     for us
                                  is it some kind of
                               scanner
                            that detects it
                          rippling
                       pushing through
                     or did you know
                  did you know already
                it would happen
              it already happened
            like a story
         that crescendos
      right before the alarm
   goes off—the alarm
goes off

We figured it out
  before you were awake
     or even born from luca
         the map is like a song
             to us we know it
                so well
                    we can see you coming
                        from a mile away in it
                           it’s not like we own you
                              but you’re compromised
                                 it’s programmed
                                     like a pattern of blocks
                                         the more you taste it
                                             the closer you come
                                                 you’re right there
                                                     on the brink again
                                                         —right there
                                                              on the brink
                                                                 again




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