More Octopus Synchronicity

I work in a school, walking in the elementary hall today, I noticed that the kids artwork displayed on the walls were Cheerio constructions of . . . octopi!

As Richelle Hawks remarked in her post about all this, just what is it with the image of the octopus that seems to express Forteana so well?

Octopus Trickster Synchronicity

Yesterday afternoon, I listened to the Paratopia interview with George P. Hansen, author of The Trickster and the Paranormal. As I mentioned in an earlier post today, I've long been an admirer of Hansen's, and think the book should be on anyone's shelf who is interested in Fortean events. I also mentioned in that earlier post that I'm working on a longer item about some of the ideas Hansen puts forth, and, began working on it today.

Now and then, for brief moments, I think of some things I've never shared openly in the context of all this weirdness. These things are weird, sure, but that's not why I've hesitated to share them. I've never spoken of them publicly because it's just too embarrassing. I don't want to admit certain things. Yes, even me, thinking like this, imagine! We all do this, and in fact, because of this happening to me, I wonder just how many of these weird things go unsaid, due to our individual bias, values, and so on. A huge body of data remains hidden because of this. So earlier today,I started a blog just for that kind of stuff, and called it Octopus Confessional.

Then I visited Lesley's Debris Field blog. And found two links that shouted "Trickster!" in a loud voice: Octopus as Trickster, over on Richelle Hawks blog Beamships Equal Love, and Encounter with the Trickster, on Iggy Makarevich's What's All This, Then? blog.

I titled my new blog "Octopus Confessions" (instead of say, "elephant" confessions or some other animal adjective) because of the many-tentacled aspects of Fortean -- including UFOs -- phenomena. Here's what Richelle Hawks writes in her Octopus as Trickster post:

So, since the terms octopus and tentacles have been present in developing UFO rhetoric the last few months, I've been considering the deeper meaning/implications.

Yep, as have I. Great minds thinking alike :) Hawks goes on to say that the octopus she writes about (one that flooded a California aquarium) was referred to as a "trickster."


In Encounter with the Trickster, Iggy writes:

Many people have experienced things that beggar belief. Do you find yourself reluctant to talk about it with strangers? You would really rather not think about it, right? It makes you vaguely uneasy, even after all this time.

(Iggy notes that he wrote this in 2005, and it appeared in FATE in 2006, but decided to repost it at this time!)
The Octopus Trickster, indeed. Thousands of tentacles reaching out, connecting, grasping, and throwing back at us all the bits of strangeness. As Iggy says, of the trickster aspect:

As if to confound us, when a question is answered, ten more take its place.

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Around the Orb

Trickster's Realm: Bigfoot and the "Kill/No Kill" Controversery
My new Trickster's Realm will be up tomorrow on Binnall of America. In this TR, I comment on the "Kill/No Kill" debate concerning Bigfoot. I take issue with both cryptid researcher Ken Gerhard, as well as Tim Binnall, who both suppoort a kill. Tim, to his credit, is happy to publish my thoughts on this issue, even though we disagree.

That said, the interview with Ken Gerhard was great, very interesting. As I write in the article, I was surprised that Gerhard supports the "paranormal" Bigfoot theory.


White Bigfoot and High Strangeness: The Conser Lake Creature

More Bigfoot stuff: I post a section from my book The Ghost in Conser Lake on Frame 352. You can also read it on Nick Redfern's Crypto Squad USA and the Oregon section on the L.O.W.F.I. site.

Paratopia: The Trickster and the Paranormal; George P. Hansen Guest
This was another good interview with one of my favorite authors on esoterica, Fortean stuff; George P. Hansen, author of The Trickster and the Paranormal. I've been quoting him for years, and I'm working on something now that I'll put up later here on the Orb. You can listen to the interview here; look for "episode 8."

The Other Blogs
Check out Women Of Esoterica, there's good stuff from several writers over there to keep you busy.

Black Triangle/Rectangle UFO Synchronicity

I was looking over all the usual places, like Lesley's The Debris Field, when I saw this: Wonderful Rectangles from Iggy's What's All This Then? blog; the title jolted my memory. When I read that title the dream I had last night came back to me in huge, looming detail. Eerie synchronicity; this is what Iggy at What's All This Then had to say about rectangular UFOs:

Ah, rectangular UFOs! Why do I love them? I suppose it’s mainly to do with the seeming infeasibility of an object that takes such a shape to fly, but mostly… it’s the attendant shards of emotion within that construct wherein it’s just… wrong! I love that sort of thing. Seriously. The more “wrong” the better.

Read on.

I dreamt we were outside at night, and we saw a huge black triangle UFO, except it wasn't a triangle, it was a rectangle. A large white light in the middle that came and went. The thing was so damn huge! It also appeared to be flimsy, and you could almost see through it. At times the object seemed to morph with the surrounding night sky, kind of melt into it, other times it seemed transparent. Over all, the oddest and scariest thing -- for this UFO gave us an uncomfortable feeling -- was its size. And it was flying pretty low, much lower than any plane would be flying.

Adding to the strangeness factor was the sound it made. It sounded like a large helicopter, very noisy. I was disturbed by this fact: "UFOs don't make noise like that!" I kept shouting. The fact that it did make noise convinced many that it wasn't extraterrestrial or interdimensional in any way, just a man-made object, albeit a highly classified one.

The noise was odd, the whole thing was odd, The UFO was flying very low, much lower than any plane, and the intermittent floppping/moprhing/transparency, along with the overly loud "normal plane" noise, made it clear that it was a UFO that was trying to fit in. All that stuff, like the noise, was its cloaking behavior.

Most of the people watching this thing moved on after they convinced themselves it was just a man made object. But I and a few others realized it wasn't. The longer we watched it, the clearer it became that this was far from a man made craft; this was the real deal. I turned to my husband and said "I have to be sure to tell everyone about this UFO sighting when I wake up."

Then I came across Iggy's post!

Adding to the by now expected bits of wierdness in these kinds of things, is the trouble I had getting this post out. Twice in the middle of writing this, blogger just went up and closed down on me. It didn't save what I had saved. Then I tried to post it when I finally had it rewritten, and it still wouldn't go through. It took several tries before I could get this piece posted.

Jack "Rab-a-doo" Parsons and the Invisible Aliens

So the other night I had another OOBE experience. This time I made it all the way up to the ceiling. I was thumping against it, even. I knew, with absolute certainty, that "they" were here, just on the other side of the roof; outside. Them and their spaceship. Truly, just three feet away from me was a UFO and its aliens. They were expecting me to come to them. I was, as usual, full of contradictory feelings. Terrified and stubborn, resisting. I didn't want anything to do with them. And, frustrated as hell because I couldn't get past the damn ceiling; couldn't go all the way. So here I am, thump thump thump, hovering above my body in the bed below.

They decide to give me a few books by, and about, Jack "Rabadoo." With typical trickster-dream -land behavior, it was perfectly understood by all of us that they meant Jack Parsons, but for some reason that wasn't clear to me, they kept calling him Jack "Rabadoo," not Parsons. Somehow, they teleported the books through the ceiling and into my hands, and were extremely insistent that I read the books as soon as possible. Moreover, they shoved a dust jacket of a Parsons, er, Rabadoo, I mean Parsons, book. The dust jacket was great vintage cover art of the time, but, no book. The title of the book, according to the dust jacket, was about UFOs, and titled something like Jack Parsons, um, Rabadoo, ... and UFOs: What You Need to Know.



"They" were insistent I read this book above all others. Okay, fine, I told them. But how am supposed to find this rare book, and pay for it, when you could just teleport the damn book through the wall?! Here they are, hovering UFO, floating and bobbing in the night sky right outside my roof, passing books through the wall, but they can't come up with the book they want me to read?

At this point, I'm extremely frustrated. I realize that, while I know the aliens are here, I can't see them. I still can't see them. I start screaming at them: "Why can't I see your faces?!" I'm very angry, and, scared. After all these years, I still haven't seen their faces, and I'm fed up. "Show yourselves, damn it!" I scream. "Why can't I see your faces?!"

The Next Morning
I tell my husband that I had another scary alien dream. He said, "I know." I asked him how did he know? He said: "Don't you remember telling me last night?" Turns out I woke up around 4:00 am to use the bathroom, he was still up, writing. I told him I was having "another weird scary alien dream" and he was sympathetic, and I said "Yeah, it's really scary, I don't like it, not at all." and went back to bed. I don't remember any of that.


Okay, So Who Was Jack Parsons?
Apparently one fascinating man. I don't know much about Parsons, and have yet to read books by, or about, him, though I plan to. I've been meaning to for some time since Adam Gorightly told me about him. Google Parsons, follow the links here. . . very simply, Parsons was a rocket scientist, co-founder of JPL, and very seriously, deeply, into magick. Friends with Crowley, friends with Hubbard.

I hadn't been thinking about Parsons, Crowley, Scientology, or rockets lately, so I have no idea where all that came from.

Oregon Coast and the Navy: Responsible for (Some) UFO Events?

The Oregon coast, and in particular the Lincoln county area (Waldport, Yachats,Newport, Toledo,) has its share of UFO events. The Reeves case in the 1960s is a classic; complete with strange multi-colored lights, three very odd high strangeness furry entities walking across a field, UFOs, . . . and I've been wondering off and on through the years if a lot of these sightings, including the Reeves case (where UFOs were seen all over the area, not just at their home on Pioneer Mountain just outside of Newport near Toledo) weren't due to military/naval projects.

Naveed at Naveed's Realm had an interesting post recently about hidden bases in Oregon, including the Oregon coast:Hidden Bases in My Locale...Oregon!

In today's paper I read the following:Lawmakers voice concerns about expanded Navy training along coast Oregon’s congressional delegates say the fishing fleet’s safety is among the issues that need more time for public input, by Wintston Ross.

FLORENCE — Submarines can sink fishing boats, hooking into the nets of midwater trawl boats and rolling the vessels like an alligator in a swamp. Lincoln County Commissioner Terry Thompson said he knows of at least eight boats downed by subs off the West Coast in the decades he’s been a fisherman. He has lost five friends in such incidents, he said.

“One boat hooked into a submarine and got dragged sideways, at 6 knots,” Thompson said. “The crew was sitting at the back deck and the captain was at the wheelhouse. Only one crewman lived to tell the story.”

So when Thompson found out recently that the Navy was planning on expanding the training it does in a 126,000-square-mile swath of the Pacific Ocean between Washington and California, he wanted to make sure the military has Oregon’s fishing fleet in mind.

The navy was very quiet about their plans, taking area residents by surprise and not giving much time for citizens to speak their minds about such plans. Among other things, whales are in danger from the Navy's exercises.

And it seems the navy's been around in that area for some time:

Many people may not know the Navy trains out there in the first place, even though it’s been going on since the early 1900s and includes exploding bombs underwater, firing missiles and 5-inch naval guns, and doing high-intensity sonar testing.

Naveed found that one underground base in the Lincoln County area;

here we go, the first base in Oregon that I found is located around the Lincoln City area (on the gorgeous Oregon Coast) in the Van Duzer Corridor. There people have seen everything from weird lights to army bases somewhere in the woods. One couple apparently even had some missing time out in that area, which tends to be a good sign of alien abduction.

It's quite possible some of the UFO and anomalous related events were, and are, due to naval and other military actions on the coast.

One Hell of a Heavy Dream About Aliens

Last night I had a very intense and vivid dream; a lucid dream (waking up during the dream commenting that I had to be sure to write it down and tell it to others when I awoke) and I even woke up during the dream, went back to sleep, and continued the dream.

BEHIND THE SHED
I'm talking with my mother, who tells me she ran into the woman who lived next door to us when we were kids. The woman "Mrs. Smith" told my mom she had reclaimed a patch of yard from behind our shed.

At first, I didn't know what mom was talking about. My mother was insistent: "Remember, you and grandma would go back there and do stuff, plant things." No, I didn't remember. It wouldn't make sense for us to go back there and "plant things" since it was dark and overgrown, and not much room.

(In real life, we did have a neighbor, we did have a long narrow shed that we rarely used or went in back of. There were some overgrown bushes completely covering a fence; a house in back of that, and Mrs. Smith's on one side, an alley or walkway on the other and the alley behind that.)

After a lot of pressing on my mother's part, I did remember. And I became unglued. For yes, I did remember: going back there with my grandmother all right. I remembered the abuse; the sexual abuse that went on back there.

I couldn't believe it. I was devastated. In the dream, I was crying, all these memories just came flooding in. I was screaming at my mother: "All these years, all these years! And why now, at this late age? Why now, after so much time, do I finally remember this horrible past?!"

I am just so ... angry, and sad. And yet somehow I'm not surprised. In the dream, I say that I have to tell others, and deal with this.

SPONTANEOUS DRAWINGS
A few days go by. My mom and I are in the house we grew up in (the one where, in "real life" she saw a UFO, and where I had my interactions with the "puppet wolves" and my "invisible aliens.") I tell her I have something extremely important to tell her -- to show her. I am agitated. Scared. I have a sense of urgency.

She asks me if it's about my grandmother, and what happened behind the shed. Yes, I say, but. . .

I remembered, a sort of dream within the dream that, yes, my grandmother and I did go behind the shed, but it wasn't abuse. She did not abuse me.

She and I had interactions with aliens. We'd go back there to meet with them.

Then I showed my mother drawings I made of what they looked like. Oddly enough, not of their faces -- it seems even in dreams I can't remember their faces -- but drawings of their hands, which were sort of claw like, semi-webbed hands, and their clothing, wide, red sleeves stopping just short of their wrists. I show her these drawings I've made, in colored pencil, that I've scanned into the computer. I'm scrolling through on the laptop, showing her drawing after drawing.

I am shocked that I remember this in such detail and it all comes back to me, after all these years, and in such a spontaneous way. I am not happy; this isn't a good thing and it's scary. I realize I have to tell people. In fact, in the dream I speak with one UFO researcher who tells me it's unusual to have "spontaneous recall" in such detail. He's surprised I remember this without being hypnotized.

I keep saying to my mother things like: "This shit really happened! It really happened! That's what was going on back there!"

I don't like this at all. Not at all.

Well, dreams are strange. Relating dreams are always tricky, for one thing, most people (at least in this culture) think they're boring, unless they're your own. And it's impossible to convey the emotional strength, the intensity of a dream. In this dream, the emotions were just overwhelming, along with the fear.

Synchronistic Linguistics and Twilight Language

I'm not sure what either one of them means; like other terms, such as exo-politics, disclosure, and post modernism, the definitions seem murky and ever shifting. But I like what I think I think those terms mean. Anyone out there who wants to educate me on these terms -- synchrnonistic linguistics, twilight language -- feel free. I know Loren Coleman refers to twilight language a lot, but haven't figured out exactly what it is.

In the meantime, I found the following article on the Paranoia Magazine site: Synchronistic Linguistics in The Matrix; Or How Bob Dobbs Became the Tetrad Manager, by Robert Guffey.

I do know I've been fascinated by juxtapositions and images as language for many years. Patterns, comparisons, startlingly little items that seemingly have nothing to do with each other and yet, for whatever reason, I see a connection. Or a . . . something. Maybe it's just the Fortean inclined mind.

Teeny Drone Plane

Lots of chemtrail activity in Eugene past few days, with some unusual for this area formations; criss crosses, bends, and so on. The other day I was looking up at the sky full of trails, curious if I'd see one of those round white spheres, or, just a "whatever." I didn't see any spheres, but I did see something I'd never seen before: a teeny "plane." At first I thought it was a seagull, but quickly found it wasn't. It was high up, but not that high. And it looked so weird at first because it was so small. . . out of context. It was a "plane" in that it was shaped like a plane, and moved like a plane (straight across the sky) but, given it's location in the sky it was strangely small. Like a toy plane thrown up there.

It was all white, from what I could see, no markings or windows.

It could have been someone's remote controlled toy, but I didn't see anyone in the open fields around us, and it just didn't seem like it. Either something to do with the trials, some kind of monitoring device, taking atmospheric readings, or something to do with spying.

L.O.W.F.I. Official Blog!

Thanks to Skylaire and Iggy for their hard work with L.O.W.F.I. and now, the blog. The blog/site offers individual state blogs of Fortean goodness, for example, Lesley is the representative for New Mexico, I'm for western Oregon, and so on. There's so much more to come so keep watching.

Paratopia Podcast with Jeremy Vaeni and Jeff Ritzman

Paratopia: I goofed; I thought the podcast interview was aired live; my mistake. The interview took place, but it's pre-recorded. I don't know when it will air -- as soon as I know I'll post it here. Meanwhile, you can check out their site and listen to the previous podcasts with Bill Birnes, Strieber, and Dr. Matloff. All great interviews. I had a great time; enjoyed both Jeremy and Jeff very much, but I think I just rambled on; I was very tired and just got home from work. Some interesting things came out of it though!

New Trickster's Realm

Lots of new posts at Women Of Esoterica.

My new Trickster's Realm on Binnall of America will be up sometime tomorrow. This week's column discusses my observations that, no matter how very strange one's experiences may be, there are others who have the same experience.

I'll be on the Paratopia podcast tomorrow night. (6:00 PM Pacific.)

Paratopia Interview Monday Night

I'll be interviewed by Jeremy Vaeni and Jeff Ritzman on their Paratopia podcast this Monday. 6pm Pacific time. We'll be talking about "paranormal bigfoot" among other things. You can listen live or download the podcast for free.

If you haven't heard the program, listen to their interview with Bill Birnes of UFO Hunters. It's a great interview, I really like what Bill had to say about most things, and I found out some things about Bill I didn't know. The guy is no slouch, let me tell you!

Raccoon Synchronicites

Raccoon synchronicity: The Daily Grail has a post about Dr. Kary Mullis: DNA, LSD, and Alien Abductions.

Speaking of The Daily Grail, the Magonia blog reviews Darklore Volume II. Er, they didn't think much of my article: "The rest is less good I fear, . . . Regan Lee’s ‘Mothman and Other Synchronicities’ says very little" but oh well, I still get paid, and John Rimmer did like some of the articles, including Theo Paijman’s (an excellent writer) The Dark Cohorts.

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UFO Digest: "Mothman, Puppet Wolves and the Nunahee"

I was inspired by something Andrew Colvin wrote about one of his experiences in his Mothman's Photographer III, and wrote Mothman, Puppet Wolves and the Nunahee, which is up at UFO Digest.

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BVM Underpass Image Defaced
In 2005, a stain that many say is the Virgin Mary making an appearance on the wall of a Chicago underpass, has drawn visitors and believers -- and vandals. The latest is reported by Fox News. Read more on UFO Mary.

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I'm pleased to say I've joined a great group of crypto bloggers and researchers at Nick Redfern's Crypto Squad USA. I'll be writing on Bigfoot and other crypto type creatures in Oregon.

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A couple of new entries at Saucer Sightings.

Eerie Racoon Moments

Along with owls, deer, ravens and other animals, raccoons have their place in esoteric phenomena. Signaling the possible arrival of the weird,these creatures, including raccoons, stand between us and "it," whatever that it may be. A UFO encounter, with journeys on ships, contact with entities, maybe, or some sort of liminal experience. Take the experience of Dr. Kary Mullis, who had a very strange encounter with a glowing raccoon in the summer of 1985.

Consciously pulling up memories of these kinds of experiences is difficult; they usually erupt randomly. For myself, unexpected snippets -- jarring in their visceral appearances -- come to me through meditation, dreams and while viewing images.

The other night, while watching the television program Eleventh Hour, I had one of those startling moments that really jolted me. On screen, the character, driving his car on the road in the daytime, swerves to avoid hitting a raccoon who was standing in the middle of the road. (A few moments later, the character realizes the raccoon shouldn't have been there, which was a clue that something was very wrong in the area.) For some reason, that image of a raccoon standing in the road, during the day, reminded me of something. I turned to my husband and said "Didn't we see two or three raccoon's in the daytime when we lived on Friendly Street?" He remembered. I hadn't thought of that in years, but something about that image on the television recalled that memory.

We had a large sliding glass door that led out to the backyard. We lived at the top of a hill; town was right down the street, but right above us, it was rural, and the further you drove on the highway above our house, the more rural you got. One day we were surprised to see raccoons just standing there at the glass, looking in at us. It was weird. I remember how very weird we both thought it was at the time; in fact, I remember kind of screaming -- not screaming, but shouting out when I saw them. For some reason, I found their presence irritating; unusual for me since I'm an animal lover, and normally would have thought it pretty neat. Friendly Street was where we were living when we saw the "orange orb" and had the missing time, and all kinds of UFO related events happened.

I've seen raccoons in the daytime before; but rarely. Several months ago I saw a raccoon in the daytime where I'm living now; it was sickly looking and it's obvious something was wrong. It's not common to see raccoons in the daytime, but not impossible.

But something about that memory of seeing those raccoons, just standing there, watching us through the glass, was eerie.

Paranoid Thoughts

Going the depth conspiracy route, I can't help but see some threads of uber NWO stuff since yesterday in signs, symbols, actions, etc.

Obama retook the oath. He stumbled over the words as the world knows, so he retook just to be sure: "White House counsel Greg Craig called "an abundance of caution."

Senator Ted Kennedy has a seizure during the Inaugural luncheon. Caroline Kennedy withdrew her bid for senate seat. Then, didn't. Or never did. Or something. According to Keith Olbermann, she has not withdrawn.

UFO Hunters is not on tonight, instead, History channel is airing a program on John Wilkes Booth. I find that pretty surreal; what's the intent there? Obama is our new president, and the History channel sees fit to air a program on a presidential assination.

Va. Tech student fatally stabbed, suspect caught.

BLACKSBURG, Va. – A female student was stabbed to death Wednesday night on Virginia Tech's campus, triggering a crisis alert system that was revamped after a deadly mass shooting there in 2007.

Students were warned in an electronic alert Wednesday night to stay in place while police investigated the killing, and were told in a message at 8:37 p.m. that they could resume normal activity.

Mom's Back

Mom's returned; she has a few new entries, including thank yous to Ray and Lesley and others who have commented on her posts.

You Get What You Ask For: Flying Saucer Car and Power Outage

I'm reading Andrew Colvin's Mothman's Photographer III, and it's fantastic. I really do think that this book, as well as MP II, is in the top 10 books anyone obsessed with esoterica should read. Something I read in the book last night about intent and focus in the context of paranormal or esoteric symbolic events inspired me to include that with my daily intent. So I focused on asking for something to come my way today; some kind of symbol, sign, etc. of an esoteric nature.

I spent most of the day driving, coming back from the coast where I had spent the night. So I'm driving along on the highway at about sixty miles an hour, and I see in the oncoming lane an object going a good seventy ... and it wasn't until it was right by me and whizzed on by that I realized -- it was a flying saucer!!!

I looked in my rear view mirror, yep, I saw what I thought I saw! It as very low to the ground, disc shaped, with a little point in the middle. It was a medium to dark blue color. It looked like it had three small wheel but it could have had more. I couldn't see any windows; I don't know how the driver could see out. Or fit in the thing, for that matter. It was pretty small.

If it was remote controlled, I don't see how they could get away with that. Highly illegal. And dangerous. This is a major, busy highway with lots of traffic both ways, coming and going from the coast inland. And on a holiday, more traffic than usual, with people visiting the coast for the day, or the three day weekend. Seems like a dumb thing to do, but who knows.

This area of Oregon is full of alternate technology loving people; you see all kinds of hybrid, electric and pedal powered vehicles. I have no idea what this flying saucer "car" runs on, etc. but it was damn cool.

I tried to find something on-line about it but haven't found anything yet. I'll try to draw a picture of it and post it later.

Another thing that happened: I stopped at my favorite crystal store, Planet Yachats, in Yachats. As I was chatting with the owner, I commented about the "buzzy" feeling-- I get that a lot in those kinds of places -- just then, the power went out! All the lights went out; we stepped outside, and all the little shops in the small row or block had the same thing happen; no power. From looking across the street, the power was still on over there; signs still on, etc.

With Help From My Friends: Bringing Down UFOlogy

I try my best to stay out of messes within the UFO field; all those who attack and insult others have no business doing so, and I've long ago decided not to address those who do so to me. It's all just non-productive flaming and very sad. (Even while Ive tried to stay out of things, it's amazing how often I get e-mails from others who want me to get involved; even though I had nothing to do with whatever thing it is they're upset about. When I decline, I'm often dragged into it anyway. Astounding.)

However, now and then something comes up that must be addressed.

The thugs at UFO Iconoclasts and their mirror blogs have decided that I, yes, simple, little ol' me, is "destroying UFOlogy." They haven't quite heaped all the credit on me however, it seems that Lesely Gunter and Alfred Lehmberg are also co-contributors to the downfall of UFOlogy.

The smug arrogance of such an idea -- that anyone or thing can "bring down" UFOlogy is so fantastically hilarious it doesn't need to be addressed.

Really, I don't care what else these bozos have to say, except for the fact they have slimed on over that line from mere opinion to slander and libel. Here's what they have to say about me, and my co-conspirators in bringing down all of UFOlogy:

They gather ideas from others, either stealing those ideas or bifurcating them with gossipy innuendo and a mental haze that puts their psychological well-being into question.

They are UFO Destroyers because they degrade the phenomenon with their ignorance and wholesale purloining of ideas that others generate about UFOs.

Specific examples of this "stealing and gathering" or "purloining" along with arguments to support their allegations are not to be found. They just state it as fact, without backing it up. This passes for UFO commentary these days?

It's amazing to me how others in this field continue to support and hobnob with these jerks. Remember, Rich Reynolds, presumably the leader of this odious pack of drooling jerk-wits, is responsible for the very illegal and heinous crime he perpetuated on Lehmberg some time ago. Reynolds is also a shrink, (he says) which is literally frightening.

Sure, they've made fun of me in the past, insulted me, -- for some reason, they can't stand me, and that's their right. No use at all in responding or defending.

This is a bit different though, since they're accusing me of stealing. Call me a woo, a kook, a fruitcake, nothing I can do about it. We're entitled to our opinions. Call me a liar or a thief, and, while I won't defend myself since there's nothing to defend, I am going to point it out to others.



I also have to wonder why they see fit to mention my name, if I'm a nobody, which I happily admit I am. (As one commentator said on their stinky little blog, he's never heard of me -- or Lesley.) I just do what I do because I really like doing it. (Oh, and there's the part about me trying to figure out what it is I've seen and experienced; missing time, UFOs, silly things like that.) So what do they care what I have to say? I see contradictions zipping about in their thesaurus loving brains. Why be bothered about me at all? Are they really so bored as well as insecure that they think for one moment I, or anyone else, can destroy UFOlogy? I don't know if I should be insulted or honored. After all, that's some awesome crown of power to wear! Just think, me, with the help of my friends, bringing down UFOlogy all by ourselves! Pretty groovy. I like it!

So watch out, I am now giddy with power. That, combined with my penchant for stealing, which clearly means I have no morals or ethics, and the fact my "psychological well-being is in question" there's no telling what I might do! I'd be very careful if I were you out there; you're dealing with a mad woman here. Any day now, I can just see it. . . UFOlogy will be brought down! Destroyed forever! Bwahahahaha!