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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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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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Captain’s log 

Some of you may know that I’ve been experimenting with fiction for some time now. After a couple of failures trying to write a novel it became apparent to me I had much studying to do before I could even think about trying again. That was two years ago. Now I have a rough draft basically done on this new project that is currently entitled The Needles of Ahuehuete and 106,000 words. I have it set up so that a part 2 is doable as an addition to the novel or sequel whenever I feel like writing it but I also like where and how this one ends too.

Now here’s where you potentially come into the scene: I’m requesting a hand full of copy readers who are willing to go over it and tell me how much it sucks. If you speak spanish that is huge to me right now as the whole book takes place in cental/south America from the first person perspective of an American while travelling. He knows some spanish and has a digital translator on his tablet but it’s not always available for use. Sometimes the protagonist Tommy has only a sliver of an idea what anyone is saying while other times there is a bilingual character that acts as the stories translator and even then there is a language barrier. Since the translation was done with google I can’t even consider doing anything with this until I’ve had someone whose not a gringo verify it all sounds right. It was fun to write this way though I feel like it simulates what the experience is like… although much more dramatically.

Contact me here if interested: Kontakter

What else? Some notes… I have a burning desire to get good at writing fiction. I love the experience of reading a good book that just sucks you in like a black hole and blows your mind. Am I there yet? Oh hell no! But I’m getting closer every time I try. I’m going to keep trying until I can start selling these things and people love them. I like that poetry is something I have no desire to monetize. It’s my place to play and say and do whatever I feel like. And I like that fiction makes me feel the opposite way and gives me a space to potentially create to market. Even if I never sell a single book it’s damn fun trying.

I get sucked into writing almost the same way reading does. I get to create these worlds and live in them before you do. In some aspects that’s what it’s all about… but that wouldn’t be the whole story.

I just finished writing and am planning on going over it once in the next few days, eating a bunch of acid, and then sending out the drafts when I come back. I already have a new idea for another plot/novel and may just start focusing on that depending on the type of feedback I get. 

Genre: Fiction / Sci-fi / Realism

P.s If it takes me a little longer than expected to send these out don’t trip I will get to it soon… there’s not exactly any time frame on this and it’s not like I’m in any hurry… thx

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Antimatter

Did I ever tell you about the time
I ate two hits of acid
& washed it down with a Heineken
while I was in Big Sur
camping by a river with a friend
I thought it would be nice to go
for an afternoon hike while it kicked in
except I never found the trail
there was this droning sound looming
I knew I had to get out of there before
it was too late
something weird was happening
all of a sudden I felt like a sunfish
in the dust
I needed to go to the beach
at first I didn’t understand it
the sheer magnitude of the magnetism
the metal viscosity of my blood flowing
in these two hemispheres
ringing a screaming buzzing making
the connections between all this with
my hands curling up into my chest—
they wouldn’t budge—
I’ve gone retarded from drinking & drugs!
I’ll never be the same!
The acid was bad!

So I tried
& I kept trying
floundering in the Lexus
my hands wouldn’t move
pinned down curlfisted
I could talk & laugh
but there was a black holes force
yanking them into me all the while
I could sense the magnetic fields coming
off of me & my friend laughing hysterically
making fun of me
was I becoming a dolphin—
was this where I transform & go back
into the ocean like an animorph
right here on Pfieffer beach in front of everyone
past the ranger’s booth who took the 5
Did he have any idea what was happening
how was I ever going to get out
open the door & walk to the beach
I had no idea; I was paralyzed—
time was slowly passing though
whatever happened started to die down
right when we got there only so much
that it allowed me to unpry my retarded arms
from my chest but I could still feel this
overwhelming gravity shooting off of me
pulling into me like I’d never felt before
never felt again—
a lesson learned by poison’s collision
with a sacrament—I walked my magnetic ass
down to that beach with a smile so wide
a beluga whale coulda swam thru it
those translucent dark indigo swirls
in the sand from the volcano spun
all around my feet… the crystalline
glistening… the gravity of every step
moving in a cycling system of energy
the fat man in the wetsuits stomach
started beaming transmissions so I lay
with my jeans my black shirt feeling it
between my toes & fingers for hours
I can still hear the waves lapping
from ten years ago
like an aliens tongue at the spiral caves
inside of me I remember I never wanted
to forget it’s sweet eerie steel hissing








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