Probably the only oceanfront Walmart lot on the planet, Galveston, Texas, March 13.
Hi folks,
(There’s a Postcard From The Road down at the bottom…)
I wanted to write sooner, mainly to thank you all (collectively) for your interesting reactions to my last post, but then I decided I should first finish the book I’m reading: The Hidden History of the Human Race by Michael Cremo and Richard Thompson.
Over the past few months I’ve had my mind bent, major paradigms shattered. This book is representative of that, along with a new way of looking at cosmology called The Electric Universe.
Listen for a minute: You may think you have little interest in cosmology and how our species came to be here but that’s only because you haven’t thought about it properly. Let me rephrase… You like a well-told tale, right? Lots of twists and misdirections and all kinds of subtext and angular implications and roads you can go down if you want but don’t have to and then an ending you didn’t see coming but is somehow perfect and inevitable.
Hang in for this and the next few posts and I’ll try to explain what I mean.
I was really pleased when I opened the Amazon package with this latest book in it to find a blurb by Graham Hancock up top, over the title: ‘One of the landmark intellectual achievements of the late twentieth century.’
See, I’d recently read three of Hancock’s nonfiction books and although I don’t completely agree with some of his speculations (which he clearly defines as such), the guy knocked me out: the sumbitch is the closest thing to a real Indiana Jones you’re going to come across. When he gets curious about some aspect of HTWW, he goes out there and investigates in a very personal way. (Speaking of Indiana Jones, his The Sign and the Seal chronicles Hancock’s decades long search for the real, physical, actual, biblical arc of the covenant, the actual finding of which [he’s persuaded me] probably would involve the sort of special effects you might remember from the Spielberg flick – I kid you not. If you think The Bible is mostly a pile of ‘religious’ propaganda – which I used to believe – Hancock’s odyssey will likely set you straight. )
With solar and firewood: We don’t need no stinking hook up!
Another example of why I take Hancock’s view seriously is his Supernatural; Meetings With the Ancient Teachers of Mankind. Through his books and adventures (you can’t separate the two) Hancock progressively delves deeper and deeper into what it means to be human and of course you can’t do that without understanding what we humans believe and why we believe it – the two questions I can’t seem to shake.
In order to delve into our species’ spiritual side, Hancock subjected himself to the most potent natural hallucinogens, including the DMT-ladden ayahuasca brew, which he has imbibed multiple times, often in the Amazon outback with a local shaman as a ‘guide’ to the spirit world. (That the ‘spirit world’ may be an actual ‘place’ is a Hancock conclusion that he asserts quite persuasively…)
So I took Hancock’s blurb as a good sign. And indeed, I have to agree with him. The Cremo/Thompson book is a real eye-opener – to still another cultural falsehood, on the level of the most profound, i.e., Apollo, 9/11, the coup of ’63, and so forth.
I continue writing from a remote Gulf Coast campsite west of Galveston. My view of the marsh/wetlands is unobstructed in all directions: Apart from the coast road a half mile to the south, the nearest real work of man is a cluster of summer houses a mile to the east. In my two days here I have seen only two or three fishermen/kayakers. I may stay awhile.
The distant rig: Not a soul within a mile….
As most of you know by now — especially if you’ve viewed Water Time – I have looked deeply into major world historical events since World War II, and found that without exception – and let me repeat that – without exception we have been subjected to constant and blatant (inarguable) falsehoods about how the world works (HTWW); I don’t use the word lies only because the stories we are told are often believed by agents or agencies disseminating the (dis)information.
I speak mostly here of the arena of history, be it recent (‘current events’) or truly ‘historical’ – there is a fine line between the two. Although for some time I have been aware of the sad state of our scientific community: their profound and shameful silence regarding major events wherein the ‘official story’ collapses under even cursory scientific scrutiny.
Looking south now from same location…
What I didn’t realize is how corrupt at base the sciences are (and have been) in the arena of their own theories of HTWW. On a certain level (and shit do I have to dig deep to find that level!) I can understand any given scientist’s faithlessness to ‘truth’ — by simply keeping his mouth shut about, say, the physics of disintegrating skyscrapers — when through doing so he may be positioned to make a true breakthrough in cosmology or the biological history of mankind, say, or some other ‘pure’ science (‘pure’ meaning knowledge for its own sake). I of course speak here of funding. (I say I can ‘understand’ the above ‘faithlessness’ but in no way do I forgive it.) That in order to conduct ‘pure science’ one must support (or at the least, refrain from debunking) the various ‘official stories’ we have been subjected to, no matter their degree of transparent absurdity.
The ultimate hypocrisy, however, is when the purported – and even this is a lie – ‘truth’ that is so important is itself either a misdirection or an outright prevarication. There is no moral high ground here, let alone a place to stand on it.
Last night here in what I term the outback (generally defined as any campsite wherein I don’t have to tie up Gus) I thought I’d put myself to sleep by firing up the audiobook of Cosmic Banditos – I had not yet listened to it, probably out of fear of how the actor/reader would butcher the humor – an accent on the wrong word can do worse than kill a joke; it can outright mangle a storyline. I also feared that the running gag of the footnotes might be ‘heard’ as merely incoherent structure.
To my surprise it was pretty good. I’d forgotten about the ‘Forward to the New Edition’ I’d written (back in 2001 while taking care of Mom). Although a joke or two did fall flat due to the actor/reader ‘trying too hard,’ most of it worked fine; I even found myself cracking up at myself. But the point being that once into the actual text I realized how fully I had bought (physics) theories that I now know to be questionable if not utterly untrue.
And how I worshipped scientists and their empiricism! Back in about 2005, when John Cusack’s company hired me to do the Banditos screenplay, I paid a visit to SLAC, the Stanford University linear accelerator; this was where the first quark was ‘observed.’ If you read the book you might recall that the otherwise nameless narrator had dubbed himself ‘Mr. Quark’ for his clandestine correspondences with ‘Tina’s father.’ So this was a place that had some… history for yours truly.
I believe I’ve written about this before so I’ll be brief: based on my time at SLAC, and my having been befriended by physicists (one in particular, who I wrote about in CYGAWA), I wrote an article that appeared in a physics publication and which I also published in its longer version on my old website.
Hey, in other words: NOT!
I’VE CHANGED MY MIND!!! SCIENTISTS ARE NOT COOL!!!
All right. Ok. Calm down, Allan.
The next day, it’s now March 16, and I’m still at the Bay-side campsite (see photos). Haven’t seen another human for over 24 hours. I’ll tell you, I really like this place…
In my outrage over scientists yesterday I was not referring to individual scientists. Or rather, I was, but there are exceptions (to scientists being not cool), and the exceptions go the other way: They are back to being way cool. Get my drift?
I’m going to have to wrap this up soon. You just can’t go on and on in blogs. ‘Keep ‘em short,’ I keep hearing. And it makes sense: What’s the rush? I have a lot to say about this current subject and several more books to read before I’ll be qualified to say to you: ‘Listen, because I’m sure about this.’
I’m going to give you a list but before I do, I have to repeat: If you think you’re not interested in the ‘hard’ sciences of physics, cosmology, and ‘evolutionary’ biology (the scare quotes reflect certain doubts about evolution), it’s only because you haven’t thought about them properly, i.e., their implications. Hey, implications, like endings, are everything.
Here’s the list:
Modern man evolved about 100,000 years ago
What do these all have in common?
They are the conventional wisdom of our greatest scientific minds.
And they are utter horseshit. Untrue. You’ve been lied to again…
I hope to persuade you of this in an upcoming post(s).
Before I finish up: A cross-disciplinary concept that’s been on my mind: During Hancock’s ayahuasca-fueled journeys into the spirit world he found that snakes were a common vision – he’d come across all kinds: big, really big, gigantic, seething masses thereof, and so forth. Interestingly, he did not feel threatened by the beasts. He in fact got the impression that they were ‘there’ to in some way ‘enlighten’ him. Also commonly he’d bear witness to snakes curled around each other, twisted together then head to head at the top. Like this:
Or this:
It’s not just Hancock who encounters snakes in his spirit-wanderings: In fact, intertwined snakes is an archetypal image that crosses all cultural/racial and even historical (meaning reports from centuries ago) bounds when a person visits the spirit world (assuming – and it’s admittedly a doozy of an assumption – that the spirit world is ‘real’). This could be really important.
Hancock points this out in Supernatural, but what he doesn’t point out is the other snake-like image that may lay at the root of ‘creation’: I refer to how stars and even galaxies are formed. According to the Electric Universe model, cosmological formations are a result of ‘pinches’ in what’s known as a Birklande Current, a mini-example of which can be reproduced in the lab:
Birkeland Currents can be many light years in length and are likely the birthplace of stars.
If this all sounds nuts, hang in: the story of how ‘we’ got here is a mind-blower, and nothing like what you’ve been told. I’m pretty sure of this and will get back to you when I’m more sure.
Meanwhile, some food for thought in this documentary (Hancock and Michael Cremo both appear):
Allan
Some stuff:
A Postcard From The Road
Lastly: I was horrified to find out that Yahoo has often not been sending out emails that I physically did send. The scumbags finally informed me of this fact, adding that the reason is ‘suspicious activity’ on my account. (I suspect NSA forgot to tell them they’re outright fucking with me.) So if you’ve emailed me and not heard back, this is probably the reason. I make a concerted effort to answer every email I get, even when it’s difficult due to spotty Net access. Still: My apologies.