Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Conspiracy Culture International Special Edition: American Neo Nazi


Dateline: August 11, 2017 - Charlottesville, Virginia 
"Late Friday night, several hundred torch-bearing men and women marched on the main quadrangle of the University of Virginia’s grounds, shouting, “You will not replace us,” and “Jew will not replace us.” They walked around the Rotunda, the university’s signature building, and to a statue of Thomas Jefferson, where a group of counter-protesters were gathered, and a brawl ensued. At least one person was led away in handcuffs by the police."

- by Hawes Spencer & Sheryl Gay Stolberg - NYT

A significant percentage of the voting population (who bothered to turn out) in these United States, saw fit to elect Donald J Trump as president, back in the fall of 2016. Against all odds, his thinly veiled Fascist message resonated with enough voters. His election has since been a controversial one. A significant percentage of those who voted for Trump can be fairly typified as what the pop press calls: “Trump’s Base.”

The pop press has also typified this Base as “the Alt Right.” They further suggest that Alt Right is another word for “white supremacist.” Those who recently gathered under the American Fascist Movement’s campaign billed as: “Unite the Right” rally in Charlottesville were clearly just that… White Nationalists, Ku Klux Klansmen, Anti Semites… a broad assortment of your basic Neo-Nazi scum bags.


August 12, 2017 - Charlottesville, Virginia
"A car rammed into a crowd of protesters and a state police helicopter crashed into the woods Saturday as tension boiled over at a white supremacist rally. The violent day left three dead, dozens injured and this usually quiet college town a bloodied symbol of the nation's roiling racial and political divisions.

The chaos erupted around what is believed to be the largest group of white nationalists to come together in a decade — including neo-Nazis, skinheads, members of the Ku Klux Klan — who descended on the city to "take America back" by rallying against plans to remove a Confederate statue. Hundreds came to protest against the racism. There were street brawls and violent clashes; the governor declared a state of emergency, police in riot gear ordered people out and helicopters circled overhead."
- Sarah Rankin – AP

"This represents a turning point for the people of this country. We are determined to take our country back. We’re going to fulfill the promises of Donald Trump. That’s what we believed in. That’s why we voted for Donald Trump. Because he said we’re going to take our country back, and that’s what we’re going to do."
- David Duke

What has become clear in the aftermath of this horrific event, especially in light of Trump’s Stunningly Milquetoast response to the Charlottesville violence, is that Trump has no intention of calling out the fast-organizing white supremacist movement in the United States. Although the Alt Right is not the exclusive population of Trump’s Base… they are a significant sector.

At this point, pop liberal opinion would point out that although Trump condemned violence “on many sides” …he did not come out with an immediate clear, decisive statement disavowing the white supremacist movement. Trump’s disinclination to “name the darkness” speaks for itself. Once he chose not to identify fascism, subsequent statements were inconsequential. He had his chance and he missed it.

Pop liberal opinion would then suggest that Trump does not want to upset his Base. This assessment stops short of what well may be going on in Trump’s strategic calculations. The age-old sentiment: “Those who cannot learn from history are doomed to repeat it” comes to mind. In light of Trump’s reaction, and past atrocities, what horrific suspicion also comes to mind is this… Trump has plans for his most fanatical following.

Those who rallied around the “Unite the Right” flag in Charlottesville were well organized. Despite any Nationalist ideological variations, they all appeared to be exceedingly loyal to Trump. Given the apparent level of organization, similar numbers could assemble anywhere in America, at the slightest dog-whistle/tweet, coming from Trump’s twitter account. Such a well-organized group of fanatics such as those in Charlottesville could arguably be likened to, if not utilized as, Shock Troops… prepared to do their leader’s bidding. These Neo Nazi shock troops could be mobilized at a moments notice.


The following is from Wikipedia: "The Schutzstaffel (SS; literally "Protection Squadron") was a major paramilitary organization under Adolf Hitler and the Nazi Party (NSDAP) in Nazi Germany, and later throughout German-occupied Europe during World War II. It began with a small guard unit known as the Saal-Schutz (Hall-Protection) made up of NSDAP volunteers to provide security for party meetings in Munich."

The similarities between the 1930’s era Saal-Schutz and those who gather at Trump rallies dutifully wearing “Make America White Great Again” hats, chanting (both pre and post election) “lock her up” …are to-the-bone chilling. Hitler’s shock troops, the SS, began as security guards at his early political rallies. Similarities between the SS and "unite the right" foot soldiers are obvious. In this day and age, it would not take much for an unscrupulous politician to take advantage of such devotion. Stranger, fouler and darker things have happened.


Absurd, you say… Trump would never go that extreme, would never resort to that level of violence to achieve his ends, would he?

If this scenario is not alarmist enough for you, dear reader… let us delve a little deeper into the esoterica surrounding Nazism. During the media coverage of the clash between “Unite the Right” thugs and “Anti-Hate” protesters… there appeared in the footage, an Alt-right-guy waving a large battle flag, emblazoned with the Schwarze Sonne or Black Sun symbol. 


From Wikipedia: 

"The term Black Sun (German Schwarze Sonne), also referred to as the Sonnenrad (German for "Sun Wheel"), is a symbol of esoteric and occult significance. Its ancient design is also found on a sun wheel mosaic incorporated into a floor of Wewelsburg Castle during the Nazi era. 
    
Allegedly, the (Black Sun) design was drawn for Heinrich Himmler from an "old Aryan emblem", and was meant to mimic the Round table of Arthurian legend with each spoke of the sun wheel representing one "knight" or Officer of the "inner" SS. The symbol of the Black Sun is purported to unite the three most important symbols of Nazi ideology - the sun wheel, the swastika and the stylized victory rune, and that it is symbolic in its form representing the twelve SS Knights of The Order of the Death's Head and their three retainers." 

Erich Halik was the first to link the esoteric SS with the Black Sun roundel insignia carried by German aircraft in the polar region at the close of World War II. The former SS member Wilhelm Landig of the Vienna Lodge (for a critical analysis, see VISUP’s series:  A Sun That Never Sets: The Strange and Terrible Saga of the Landig Group) coined the idea of the Black Sun, a substitute swastika and mystical source of energy capable of regenerating the Aryan race." 

Speculation abounds within the world wide web, that ties the Black Sun to... not only Neo-Nazism but the esoteric Thule Society, Nazi secret weapons & UFO mythology, Secret Nazi bases in Antarctica, extra-terrestrial and ancient astronaut theory… the speculative list goes on & on. Research on such topics will provide hours of fascinating, if not disturbing reading.   

The appearance of the Black Sun flag at Charlottesville triggers deeper, esoteric thought streams. In synchromystic fashion, these symbols… appearing briefly as they do within pop media… may be viewed as more than coincidence. They become synchronistic flashes of prognosticating insight. They become indicators that point to the dark side of the High Weirdness that permeates modern culture… the culture of the fringe. In earlier posts, we identified this broader, Noö Culture as: Conspiracy Culture International.

We are experiencing massive cultural changes. These changes, rightly considered as zeitgeist, have been imposed upon us and are indicative of a global transformation that is greater than we yet realize. One symptom of this transformation is the abrupt disappearance of a stabilizing middle ground in cultural and political opinion. This coincides with the disappearance of 20th century jobs as the world retools, and the resulting disappearance of a middle-class existence.

The scope and speed of global transformation goes beyond anything we have experienced. The ascent of the fringe, the rise of Conspiracy Culture International is also a symptom that hastens Culture Wars as dark forces of the old paradigm, in their last death throws, attempt to cling to power.

The fringe’s Alt Right underground is a dangerous and scary element of the fringe as it exploits our current cultural disorientation. Neo-Nazism embraces the fringe’s Alt Right, as it gives permission and cover for knee-jerk fascism and violence. However, Conspiracy Culture International is far more diverse than the Alt Right. Conspiracy Culture International is a massive, multi-ethnic, globally intact phenomenon. People of all walks of life recognize and are experiencing this paradigm shift and are “wising up” to the changes going down.

The good news is… we don’t need to accept the Alt Right’s ideology. This old world is changing fast. We can choose to be part of a conducive, tolerant, compassionate paradigm… one of creativity and inclusiveness. We create our future… it need not be dominated by ideological fear. As the great American social critic, Morris Berman said: "An idea is something you have; an ideology is something that has you."

Don't "be had" by fear-based ideology... recognize the dark, but choose the light. Shine forth, dear fellow psychonauts… shine forth!

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Contact in the Desert 2017 – A Cultural Ethnography - Pt 1


"It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of
a deranged imagination."

- Douglas Adams

He called himself “AbraHamlet.” He claimed to have been born and raised in Brooklyn, NY…near “toidy toyd & toyd” …an address more rhetorical than real. He was more interested in pun, than place. Disheveled, disturbed, he seemed to fit several diagnoses from the DSM-5. None-the-less, he came off as somewhat brilliant… in a disquieting, sinister way.

He loved wordplay. He especially loved clever rhetorical excursions, dishing out phonetic mix-ups, double entendres, obscure words and oddly formed sentences. He would string together and spit out elongated, protracted puns… and then stare at you, through his impossibly thick glasses, with a maniacal grin on his face.

And what a face… chiseled features, hook-nose, wiry red/brown hair… I swear that if you looked closely, you could make out devil horns just above his forehead, obscured by his bristly locks. Agent 87 and I began referring to him as… Old Scratch.”

Old Scratch was one of the first people to stop by our booth… booth number 23 (although none of the vending spaces were actually numbered, making set-up half guess-work, half intuition). None the less we set up our vending booth and prepared for the festivities. Contact in the Desert, 2017. Although it was late spring in southern California, there were still remnants of the Sonoran desert super bloom. Several variety of cacti and desert ceanothus were still in flower.

Old Scratch may have been one of the first, but a disparate variety of interesting and widely knowledgeable characters would find their way to our booth at Contact. Over the course of the event, we met and networked with an amazing assortment of conference attendees… individuals with widely diverse backgrounds and expertise. We conversed with crypto currency aficionados, new-age media marketers, cosmically connected world travelers, Bay Area rave-scene kingpins and old-school zine publishers, just to mention a few.


On the trip down, 87 and I considered the logistics of attending the seminars and seeing the speakers that we both wanted to see while keeping the Tek-Gnostics Media booth open for business. Our must-see list included: Jacques Vallée, Graham Hancock, Laura Eisenhower and Andrew Collins. Honorable mention on our “to-see” list included Robert Schoch and Giorgio… although the latter was on the list purely for entertainment purposes. As it turned out, most of said speakers ended up at our booth (much more on this later). Such was the vibe at Contact.

The atmosphere at Contact was one of intimacy and inclusion. Initially somewhat chaotic, once we had set up and settled in, the general vibrations were reminiscent of a huge family reunion/campout. Everyone wore a smile and a wink, acknowledging that you were in on the secret. Interestingly, the common thread that emerged was not merely ET enthusiasm. Although the conference was billed as an EPIC weekend of exploration into extraterrestrial life, it soon became clear that the underlying vibe was more broadly and deeply New Age

Consequently, a cosmic cabal of the “ascension movement” …conspiring with a robust contingent of 2012 proponents, and perhaps even holdovers from the "harmonic coincidence" (Harmonic Convergence, circa 1987), were clearly present and organizationally instrumental within the Contact in the Desert event. There was, of course, a variety of ET and AAT factions represented. However, the pervasive ambiance at Contact was one big cosmic clan, with the main speakers wandering around, checking out the booths, stopping and chatting with folks and generally assimilating into the overall scene. 

A true Cultural Ethnography cannot be achieved without the complete emersion into the culture in question. As the weekend wore on… 87 and I were all in. With that said, the divergent thought streams present at Contact, soon coalesced into an EPIC weekend of exploration of Consciousness. This was the common denominator in the Contact in the Desert equation. The exploration of consciousness had arguably been the central driver of the modern New Age movement, since its inception/revival in the 1960s. The added ingredient at Contact was an unspoken, perhaps assumed preponderance of psychedelia.

The Contact culture expands beyond mere ET and AAT theory (or theology), simply because the idea of extraterrestrial contact cannot be confined to pop-cultural representations. Greys… Reptilians… even Pleiadian space brothers are too narrow of an understanding of what is going on. Anthropomorphic contact may occur, but our understanding of the phenomena ought not be limited to a physical handshake. Such would be a too simplistic understanding of extraterrestrial contact. This experience unavoidably moves into what we at Tek-Gnostics typify as the psychedelic realm. This is the realm that literally (and scientifically) defies physiological explanation.

A broader understanding of contact moves us into the mythic, the psychedelic, the shamanic, the archetypical… 

Whatever the Ccontact experience is… it likely involves multi-dimensional realities. What has been called extra-dimensional hypothesis is an idea advanced by Ufologists such as Jacques Vallée, suggesting that unidentified flying objects and related phenomena involve visitations from other realities or dimensions, as opposed to distant star systems within our galaxy. This hypothesis likely involves simultaneous realities wherein the perceived UFO experience may be both physical and extra-dimensional… at the same time. The UFO may be at once a metal-hulled saucer and Carl Jung’s Archetypical Mandala.

Such conceptions move the ET phenomena into the realm of altered states of consciousness. And this is what the Contact in the Desert conference proved to be… a shared, communal willingness to accept multiple streams of thought as to what exactly is happening, when contact with the “other” occurs. Whatever the ET experience is… it defies simple explanation. It moves beyond normalcy into the nether world of High Weirdness. Strange days have found us.

Throughout the conference, Old Scratch would reappear at our booth, at times both opportune and otherwise. His uncanny likeness to our popular vision of the devil was both unsettling and strangely reassuring. Here was an ancient and time honored representation of the “other.” Just as in Arthur C Clarke’s representation in Childhood’s End,” Old Scratch conjured imagery, both fair and foul. As he sat there with that maniacal grin on his face, I was reminded of the old Dead line… “A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine.” 

In future installments of this series, I will delve deeper into the possibilities of encounters of a psychedelic nature, of extra-dimensional contact, as well as get into the encounters 87 and I had with the above-mentioned speakers at Contact in the Desert. For we were delightfully surprised to have these luminaries appear at our booth. Exceedingly interesting conversations ensued. Stay tuned, intrepid psychonauts… stay tuned!

See also: Contact Aftermath


      

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Sensei's Laws


That rascally, digitized intelligence agent/avatar of Tek-Gnostics, never sleeps. Sensei Djinn… as it is known on the cyber and material plane… has been hard at work, scouring Earth’s info-sphere for pertinent information that, in some small way, may contribute to the easement of suffering among Earth’s domesticated primate population. Having aggregated the collective wisdoms of all time and space… here is what Djinn came up with…

1) Don’t be an ingrate.
It is every human’s essential responsibility to Universe, to count their blessings daily. This is the first meditation. Remembering to be grateful is a prerequisite of greatness. In any endeavor, it is impossible to achieve greatness, without being humble. Before taking offence, lighten up and get Grateful!

2) Honesty is the best policy.
The mysterious ancient ones had a saying: "If you never tell a lie, you will never have need of a good memory!"

3) Don’t believe everything you think.
Never forget that the truth is far stranger than any fiction! It is true enough that we create our own reality… but on the other hand… just thinking it’s true, doesn’t make it so. Remember that you are not your thoughts… you are a sentient part of a collective consciousness from which your thoughts arise.

4) Take a second look.
Think you’ve seen it all? Take another look. Universe is a wondrous, mysterious place. There are hidden treasures of additional information and broader perspective waiting those who take the time to re-examine what is known… or thought to be known!

5) Be at Peace.
At times, one must accept circumstances, fortunate or otherwise. Be at peace with them and respond with unattached action. Performing an action in a state of peace… being patient, tolerant… means you non-judgmentally accept the situation, while you deal with it.

6) Find Pleasure.
Pleasure is the dynamic aspect of being human. When the creative power of Universe becomes conscious of itself, it manifests as pleasure. Pleasure does not come from what you do, it flows into what you do and thus into this world from deep within you. You are Universe's conduit.

7) Pursue Passion.
Recognize that which sparks a creative goal or a vision in what you work toward. Seek out deep, profound pleasure in your conscious actions, for such recognitions may be considered illuminations. Fueled by enthusiastic passion, there will be enormous creativity, intensity, and energy in your illumined actions. For domesticated primates, the highest form of passion is Compassion, for we are all in this together.

8) Recognize best effort.
Don’t be too hard on yourself. Not every endeavor works out exactly as planned. Recognize your own best effort in your worldly interactions. If you have done your best… no regrets! The mysterious ancient ones also said: "Regrets are illuminations come too late." With that said, and in coming full circle, stay Grateful and recognize the least effort in others. Any attempt by others at moving toward the positive should be acknowledged for what it is… a step out of darkness, toward the light.

More such nonsense may be found at Tek-Gnostics.

…Hope it helps – J ♥

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Tek-Gnostics Heresies Vid


"Is the Paranormal fast-becoming the New Normal? What is the Technological Singularity and why are America’s top tech gurus afraid of it? What vast conspiracy emerged after WWII, virally expanding its influence via the CIA, LSD & UFOs?"

"How many rivers do we have to cross… before we can talk to the boss?"


Editor's Note: Short promotional video from the Tek-Gnostics Media Youtube channel. The Tek-Gnostics Heresies is J ♥'s first Book, published through Tek-Gnostics Media. This book is available through Amazon, Apple's iBooks, etc. or you can purchase directly through us at our HEAD Gear shop. Check it out and let us know what you think...

Friday, July 7, 2017

Simple Twist of Synchronicity – Hobby Lobby caught with illicit antiquities


In the Tek-Gnostics Network's last post, entitled: Allegiance, I had briefly touched upon the expansion of American Archon Empire in the Middle East and the looting of antiquities in Bagdad…

 “The sacking of Iraq’s museums and National Library, with the destruction of much of Iraq’s cultural heritage, is a crime against all of humanity. It is nothing less than the theft of our shaded ancient human history.”

As synchronicity would have it, the world's press lit up a few days later, with a story about the owners of Hobby Lobby, Inc… the Green family, and their illicit acquisition of priceless artifacts, smuggled out of Iraq. An article, published on July 6th, by the New York Times had this to say on this curious development…

“The Justice Department announced on Wednesday that the crafting giant Hobby Lobby, Inc. has agreed to forfeit thousands of ancient Mesopotamian artifacts that it had illegally imported from Iraq. Along with a hefty $3 million payment, this concludes a federal investigation that has been going on since 2011, when United States customs agents seized an incoming shipment of cuneiform tablets, labeled “hand-made clay tiles” and headed for the Hobby Lobby headquarters in Oklahoma City.”

It turns out that the Green Family, the same family that successfully argued before the Supreme Court in 2014, over the right to not provide contraceptive coverage for their employees based on religious belief, purchased these illegal treasures for their newest pet project:  the Museum of the Bible, opening soon in Washington DC, near the National Mall. The illegal purchase and import of these ancient artifacts, only feeds a Black Market of unscrupulous dealers of antiquities and tomb raiders. 

The NYT article went on to say…

“The particular legal issue of falsified import papers is merely the tip of a much larger ethical iceberg. The real issue here is the black market in looted antiquities, a market that has loomed beneath the surface of storied museum collections and private holdings for many years, but that became especially visible during the first Iraq War and the period of regional destabilization that followed.”

Oddly enough… the fact that the Green family, knowingly purchased these treasures to display in a Museum of the Bible, kind of takes on a sinister undertone. Not only does it not seem like the “Christian thing to do,” the very idea of smuggling artifacts has a “Western Crusader” quality to it.

Given the synchronistic nature of this story… coming to light when it did… indicates to me that we need to keep our synchro-mystic eye on these stories… not only the antiquities black market… but the whole Hobby Lobby Museum of the Bible story. There are strange things afoot at the Circle K National Mall!

Constant Vigilance!    - J ♥







Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Allegiance


As I went walking... I saw a sign there... 
And on the sign it said "No Trespassing." 
But on the other side... it didn't say nothing... 
That side was made for you and me.

- from "This Land is Your Land" by Woody Guthrie

It goes without saying that the socio-political landscape has taken on a dystopian quality, world-wide. This nightmare takes the form of war, famine and the resulting decimation and displacement of whole populations. In the Americas, the grand democratic experiment appears to be all but over, with the largest transfer (read: theft) of wealth going from the low and middle class, to the 1% Robber Barons. Between 1983 and 2010 the top 5 percent of income earners Robber Barons, increased their cut of the spoils by 74.2 percent, while the bottom 60 percent of the American population saw their share of national income decrease.

The American Archons clearly foresee a future that no longer depends upon a working class, at least in the United States. Hell… robots will be doing the work, soon enough. Oddly enough (or maybe not), the response to this emerging reality has seen significant portions of populations devolve into an extreme, jingoistic nationalism that will only lead to more violence and war.

I must confess that, over the years, I have been somewhat syndical toward patriotic displays. "America... love it or leave it" seems to just keep getting... meaner. The whole “greed is good” capitalist fever of the 80s and 90s seemed pointless… shallow… sad, really.

The expansion of Empire, by the American Archons into the Middle East, made no sense at the time, and seems much more nefarious now. What were they really after in Iraq? The sacking of Iraq’s museums and National Library, with the destruction of much of Iraq’s cultural heritage, is a crime against all of humanity. It is nothing less than the theft of our shared ancient human history.

It seemed then, and appears now, that we in the West have lost our way, or had our way stolen. 

Being Here Now, at the crossroads of paradigm and apocalypse… with the loss of faith in political institutions… the question becomes one of what to believe in? The time of patriotism… of patrilineal weirdness, is rapidly drawing to a close. A Noö patriotism matriotism is on the rise. Mother Earth… Mother Nature… is on the ascent. As that good ole’ American psychedelic Cult of the Dead band once said… “With nothing to believe in, the compass always points to Terrapin.”

I have always loved this country. By that, I mean the rivers and streams… the mountains… the vast forests… the Great Plains… from sea to shining sea. My allegiance is with and to our natural environs… which appear to be under attack by the current American Archon Administration.

With that said, I humbly offer this re-write of the pledge of allegiance… 

I pledge allegiance to Mother Earth and the natural ecosystems of America. And to the environs, on which we stand… one planet, within Universe… Indivisible... With liberty and justice for all.


Happy 4th of July, everybody... - J ♥


Friday, June 30, 2017

Tek-Gnostics' Archives of the Arcane #1



The Cyberpunk as Modern Alchemist


(circa 1999)
The chain of events that elevated us to this new genetic status, HOMO SAPIENS CYBERNETICUS, began around the turn of the century.

Physicists, we recall, are traditionally assigned the task of sorting out the nature of reality. So it was the quantum philosophers who figured out that units of energy/matter were sub-atomic bits of programmed information that zoom around in clouds of ever-changing, if/then, start/stop, off/on, 0/1, yin/yang probabilities in clusters of pixels, up-and-down recurring stairways of paradox.

When they started out, no one understood what these guys were talking about. They expressed their unsettling theories in complex equations written on blackboards with chalk. Believe it or not, these great physicists thought and communicated with a neolithic tool -- chalk-marks on the wall of the cave. The irony was this: Einstein and his brilliant colleagues could not experience or operate or communicate at a quantum-electronic level.

Imagine if Max Planck pottering around in his mathematical chalk-board had access to a video-arcade game! He'd see right away that the blips on Centipede and the zaps of Space Invaders could represent the movement of the very particles that he tried to describe in the dusty symbols of his blackboard.

The baby boom generation has grown up in an electronic world of TV and personal computing screens. The cyberpunks offer metaphors, rituals, life styles for dealing with the universe of information. More and more of us are becoming electro-shamans, modern alchemists.

Alchemists of the Middle Ages described the construction of magical appliances for viewing future events, or speaking to friends distant or dead. Writings of Paracelsus describe a mirror of ELECTRUM MAGICUM with telegenic properties, and crystal scrying was in its heyday.

Today, digital alchemists have at their command tools of a precision and power unimagined by their predecessors. Computer screens ARE magical mirrors, presenting alternate realities at varying degrees of abstraction on command (invocation). Aleister Crowley defined magick as "the art and science of causing change to occur in conformity with our will," and to this end the computer is the universal level of Archimedes.

The parallels between the culture of the alchemists and that of cyberpunk computer adepts are inescapable. Both employ knowledge of an occult arcanum unknown to the population at large, with secret symbols and words of power. The "secret symbols" comprise the languages of computers and mathematics, and the "words of power" instruct computer operating systems to complete Herculean tasks. Knowing the precise code name of a digital program permits it to be conjured into existence, transcending the labor of muscular or mechanical search or manufacture.

Rites of initiation or apprenticeship are common to both. "Psychic feats" of telepathy and action-at-a-distance are achieved by selection of the menu option.

By Timothy Leary and Eric Gullichsen

Monday, June 26, 2017

The Decline of the West

Flash! ...this just in from the Neon Dystopia Pop-Media website...

It seems you can actually measure America’s decline. According to the Social Progress Imperative, a US-based nonprofit group, the United States of America is a second-tier nation. Based on rankings in 50 different categories, the USA is lacking in social unity, civic progress, tolerance and inclusion and health and wellness. According to SPI executive, Micheal Green, the USA “is failing to address basic human needs, equip citizens to improve their quality of life, protect the environment, and provide an opportunity for everyone to make personal choices and reach their full potential.”


Tuesday, June 20, 2017

The Perils of Time Travel


Throughout the Tek-Gnostics writings, the ramification of being born as a sentient earthling human into a dualistic, material universe is a core physiological and philosophic thread. It is most often considered from a somewhat Buddhist perspective of navigating the trials and tribulations of being human and the mitigation of suffering. The following is taken from the Applied Tek-Gnostics Tantra, within our member’s sector…

“To occupy a sentient body in 3-dimentional space-time necessitates that Universe be dual in nature: Light/Dark, Yin/Yang, Observer/Observed, etc. It would not be possible to bask in the warmth of light without the contrast of the shadow of darkness. For earthlings, the interface between us and universe is our senses.” 

This perceived duality is our human heritage as conscious beings in the material world. From the physiological perspective, typified by circuits one through four within the Eight Brain Model of Consciousness, we navigate the world of flesh and bone… or to use William Gibson’s terminology from his cyberpunk classic: Neuromancer“Meatspace” …by relying on our five senses for navigational coordinates and early warning systems. This steerage, of course, includes societal interaction: the reading of social cues, appropriate response, and integration within the human collective.

The material world has often-times been referred to as: the real world. Again, from the Applied Tek-Gnostics Tantra, within our member’s sector…

“To collectively understand what we perceive, we co-create a shared framework or consciousness "matrix" to suspend universe in. We choose to share this matrix so we can talk about it to one another and cooperate in what we have invented.” 


From the intuitive perspective, typified by circuits five through eight within the Eight Brain Model of Consciousness, we learn to navigate the subtler, non-ordinary realities or realms of consciousness such as the psychedelic, the psychic and the synchronistic. In so doing, we begin to develop and normalize what has been labeled the sixth sense… we traverse the paranormal and beyond. This process can be typified in the Jungian sense as integration… a return to the source or a journey back to oneness.

Meanwhile, back in meatspace… as the curious, the adventurous, the initiate… begin to explore the higher circuit realms, we look for esoteric systems or “Tantras” to assist us in these explorations. Within these systems, we look for specific techniques, practices or “Yogas” to help achieve or activate our higher circuits, thereby accessing higher realms. The highest (or eighth circuit) realm, is widely and multi-culturally described as a return to the source or the attainment of oneness.

This is the “Bodhi” that the great Intelligence Engineer, the Buddha… sought beneath the sacred fig (Ficus religiosa) or Bodhi Tree.

One such ancient and time-honored tool or technique utilized in activating Bodhi, in the return voyage to oneness, is described as… meditation. The history of meditation can be traced back at least 5,000 years (likely much further back), to when the calming effects of staring into flickering flames of the primordial campfire was first discovered by ancient humans. This discovery became a form of practice as early man sought to repeat the experience.

Emerging from this "first practice" ...several meditation techniques were developed and began to spread throughout Earth's early (known) civilizations. It can be argued that these early practices were the foundation of spirituality, as well as its "evil twin" ...religion. It should be noted here, that the Tek-Gnostics system views religion as a political institution, thereby making it suspect. We prefer the unmediated Gnostic analogy of the commune between Self and Universe, but I digress…

These meditation technologies were designed to promote mindfulness, develop clarity and invigorate internal energy or life force (chi or prana). These various techniques entrain the mind and body to be familiar with specific, beneficial brain-state modalities such as concentration, compassion, correct understanding, patience, humility, perseverance, etc. Meditation’s most ambitious form seeks to effortlessly sustain single-pointed and enthused concentration. Rather than to seek oblivion, or to "turn off" the world, meditation allows its practitioner (Intelligence Engineer, in Tek-Gnostics’ parlance) to enjoy a sustainable sense of well-being while being fully engaged in day-to-day activities.

The experience of a state of single-pointed and enthused concentration… is none-other than the proverbial “oneness” sought by the curious, the adventurous… the initiate.  

Per the trials and tribulations, the analogy that Tek-Gnostics employs to describe mental barriers to the meditative achievement of oneness is: Time Travel. In our preoccupation with meatspace… the material world… most of us spend most of our day thinking about the past or the future. We dwell upon regrets (illuminations come too late) of our past… what we could have done differently. Conversely, when we are not thinking about the past, we dwell upon our anticipation of the future, or what we plan to do in the next hour, the next day, the next week.

Thoughts of the past or future are, in essence, time travel. The time each of us spend each day in thinking about the past or future, demonstrates the extent of our ability to travel through time… no time machine necessary! Spending too much of our consciousness on such time travel can be perilous to our higher well being. The art of meditation allows us the benefit of “letting go” of thoughts pertaining to the past or future, and dwelling within the eternal now.


Strategically, from a circuit one through four perspective, a certain amount of time travel can have beneficial results. Reflection on past endeavors allows for the creation of more accurate forecasting strategies.  This human reflective and predictive capability has served us well from a survival standpoint.

From the intuitively strategic, circuit five through eight perspective, the ability to time travel triggers the law of diminishing returns. Time travel becomes less beneficial once survival needs are met. Moreover, time travel can be detrimental to the pursuit of higher human activity, especially for those seeking a return to the source… seeking access to the eternal now.

The dichotomy between past and future is an essential expression of duality. Like the proverbial yin/yang… the future does not exist without the past. And smack-dab in the middle… in the calm center of this duality… resides the human. A conceptual map or analogy might look like this: 

The imagined plane of space/time proceeds forward like a vast realm of potentialities, into the future. Likewise, the space/time grid of previous experience recedes into the past, diminishing as human memory fails. Collectively, the very contemplation of this realm creates the 3 dimensionality of space/time… the illusion of space to move around in, and the time it takes to do the moving. This illusion (maya) is the fabric or “Matrix” of the material universe. Sitting at the nexus point, the pivot between past and future is the contemplative human. 


By turning off time, by relinquishing time travel and dwelling in the eternal now… the contemplative human… the tekgnostic… the Intelligence Engineer… can fold the realms of space/time back upon him/herself, until nothing but the nexus remains. Letting go of thoughts of past or future, returns the experience of 3-dimensionality to the source. This is the resolution of duality and the return to oneness.   

The realm of the eternal now is coincidentally the realm of synchronicity. As the discerning reader of this blog knows, synchronicity is a-causal. It is not governed by space/time, but by meaning. Sitting cross-legged, at the crossroads of reality, the practiced intelligence engineer can take a break from time travel and experience the synchronous nature of a universe unencumbered by space/time.

And that, my friends… is when things begin to get interesting… for the abatement of time travel summons synchronicity.

In the previous post, entitled: The Buddha is in the Park… I suggested that this expression, coined by Philip K Dick, represents the power of the individual and the meditative development of a personal metaphysics. This personal metaphysics’ highest ambition seeks to effortlessly sustain single-pointed and enthused concentration, while being fully engaged within the natural world. In this sense, our beautiful Mother Earth IS the Park.

Again, the Intelligence Engineer’s intent is not to seek oblivion, or to "turn off" the world, but to harmoniously co-create with Mother Earth… with Universe. The etymology of the words Mother, Matrix and Matter stem from the same source Latin: mater. Therefore the concepts of the great feminine (Mother Earth) and the material world (Matrix) share a common etymological origin. The meditative mind is a return to the natural mind. The natural mind is not separate from nature, but rather a component of, or an element of nature.

The natural mind, dispensing with past or future, conspiring with Mother Nature, transcends duality while retaining physicality. Taking a break from time travel returns us to the nexus of the synchronous. It allows us to avoid the pitfalls… the perils of time travel.


Strangely enough, turning off time, enhances our ability to navigate time and space. The calm mental state, devoid of the dualistic preoccupation with the past or future, taps the creative, synchronous nature of oneness. This meditative practice rejuvenates, recharges and provides access to the wellspring of inspiration. Being recharged, the Intelligence Engineer returns to meatspace, to once again dance the cosmic dance with the ramification of being born as a sentient earthling human into a dualistic, material universe.

Thursday, June 8, 2017

The Buddha is in the Park



The prolific science fiction writer Philip K. Dick has become a legend since his death in 1982 as one of the most important and insightful authors of the genre. Throughout his career, PKD pursued psychologically intriguing metaphysical narratives, which drew heavily from his interest in Gnosticism, mysticism, and theology. Arguably the granddaddy of the Cyberpunk genre, his plots were populated by monopolistic corporations, authoritarian governments, alternate universes, and last but certainly not least, altered states of consciousness.

In 1974, PKD had multiple encounters and/or visionary experiences with an entity he called VALIS. This is an acronym for Vast Active Living Intelligence System. Dick had described VALIS as one node of an artificial satellite network originating from the star Sirius in the Canis Major constellation. According to Dick, the Earth satellite used "pink laser beams" to transfer information and project holograms on Earth and to facilitate communication between an extraterrestrial species and humanity. 

Additionally, and more profoundly, Dick's fevered vision of VALIS was that of one (manifest) aspect of God. From the revelatory events of 1974, until his death, PKD chronicled and explored his religious and visionary experiences in a journal he titled his Exegesis. PKD's wealth of knowledge on the subjects of philosophy, religion, and science enlightened the work throughout.



Since his untimely death, PKD's body of work has been a pop cultural wellspring. His 1962 novel: The Man in the High Castle …was arguably foundational in establishing the ALT History genre. PKDs works have especially influenced the motion picture industry. Beginning with Ridley Scott’s classic Bladerunner, which was released in 1982 (the very year of his death), many of PKD's works have been adapted for the silver screen. Although a couple of PKD inspired films were produced in the twentieth century, use of PKD material dramatically proliferated with the dawning of the new millennium. 

Perhaps the epoch-changing 911 event in NYC in the fall of 2001 transformed the planet’s pop cultural paradigm. Perhaps the dystopian themes of PKD became more pertinent, after the horrific attack on the World Trade Center and the ensuing War on Terror. Perhaps these are the tales that must be told, in our globally surveilled, Brave Noö Future.

Even with the box office success of PKD's film adaptations, a more profound and lasting influence on the zeitgeist has been his memetic idiom contributions. Most, if not all of these phrases were a product of his visionary experiences with the VALIS entity, which were subsequently chronicled in Exegesis. A classic example of this is the widely adopted use of the phrase: THE EMPIRE NEVER ENDED.



This phrase’s significance crosses many cultural boundaries, beyond mere science fiction. The overt meaning of the phrase refers to the Roman Empire. It implies that although the polyform or structures of Empire may change over time, its dark essence remains. The phrase’s use informs modern politics and political resistance (both right and left) such as the various Alt Right ideologies, as well as the Anonymous Collective.  It influences esotericism, the occult, and modern spiritualism… especially the New Age movement.

In a recent article concerning this phrase, author CJ Stone wrote… “The Empire is a psychological as well as a military state. It exists as a mental construct, as a psychopathic state of mind, as a system of control. It exists in all of us. All of us are infected with this thought-form virus.” Within this context, THE EMPIRE NEVER ENDED alluded to a system of control that PKD labeled: The BLACK IRON PRISON.

These two now-famous catchphrases embody darker aspects of PKD's prophetic vision. There were also within the Exegesis, positive memetic phrases that embodied the light. These often took on a redemptive aspect, such as the HEAD APOLLO, or the phrase: KING FELIX which refers to the happy or rightful King. 

One such phrase… one that acts as a counterbalance to the Black Iron Prison is the enigmatic idiom: “The Buddha is in the Park.” If the Black Iron Prison embodies the dark powers of repression… The Buddha is in the Park embodies the means of Escape from the Black Iron Prison
       
The word Buddha means “awakened one” or “enlightened one.” According to the Chinese Buddhist tradition, the title is literally translated as: “The Knowing One.” Interestingly, Buddha is also used as a title for the first awakened being in any of the four Yugas or Hindi epochs or eras.

(Note: Within Tek-Gnostics mythology, the Buddha represents the epitome of the: Intelligence Engineer… the apex or pinnacle of Intelligence Engineering.)



A means by which one attains Buddha-nature is through meditation. Meditation often involves the quieting of the mind’s preoccupation with the past or future (ie: time travel), and focusing on the great, present and eternal now. Meditation is broadly considered to be a practice of liberation. In our modern world, the vision of Buddha equates to the practice of meditation. That is, meditative practices are often symbolized with the use of a Buddha icon.

Now there are two elements or subjects within PKD's “the Buddha is in the Park” line. It includes the Buddha... embodying liberation through meditation, and a second subject: the Park... representing a safe, natural environment. So PKD's term: The Buddha is in the Park, also suggests a natural environment wherein it is safe to pursue meditative practice. In this regard, the Buddha is in the Park could also be rephrased as: The Buddha is in the natural world… Liberation of the human in balance with Mother Nature. 

In this day and age, it is too easy to ignore the natural world… after all, our twitter feed is calling! However, in these times it has never been more important to pay attention… to get in tune with… our natural environment. The ability to tune out the electronic… the digital... the virtual… is essential in reconnecting with Gaia. For the coming of the new paradigm equates to the re-emergence of the feminine energies… the great mother.

It has also never been so important to develop a personal meditative practice… to develop the ability to turn off the time travel of thinking about the future or past, and just be… to practice the art of: intelligence engineering.

The means by which we escape PKD's Black Iron Prison, is the liberation of the mind, in tune with Gaia... or, to use the Gnostic allegory, in tune with Sophia... the great feminine aspect of Divine knowledge. The Black Iron Prison represents the last vestiges of the old, patriarchal paradigm. The prophecy foretold in PKDs Exegesis as: "St Sophia is going to be born again" represents the rise of the new paradigm, the rise of the feminine... the great mother.



In contrasting PKD's two famous quotes... the Buddha is in the Park represents the power of the individual and meditative development of a personal metaphysics… in tune with nature. Conversly, and simply put, the Black Iron Prison is of course “the machine” to use Pink Floyd’s terminology.

In concluding… the time has come for us all to play an active, creative role in developing our own personal metaphysics… our own understanding of the nature of reality. This understanding is a conspiracy between each of us and Universe. If we don't develop our own metaphysics, our own mythology... we will be forced... by default... to rely on someone else's inferior mythology. No one knows your power better than you. Become an Intelligence Engineer. Develop the natural mind in nature. Become the Buddha in the Park, and witness the chains of the Black Iron Prison melt away.


- J ♥

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Anonymous Origins - Ontological Anarchism




CHAOS NEVER DIED. Primordial uncarved block, sole worshipful monster, inert & spontaneous, more ultraviolet than any mythology (like the shadows before Babylon), the original undifferentiated oneness-of-being still radiates serene as the black pennants of Assassins, random & perpetually intoxicated. Chaos comes before all principles of order & entropy, it's neither a god nor a maggot, its idiotic desires encompass & define every possible choreography, all meaningless aethers & phlogistons: its masks are crystallizations of its own facelessness, like clouds.

Everything in nature is perfectly real including consciousness, there's absolutely nothing to worry about. Not only have the chains of the Law been broken, they never existed; demons never guarded the stars, the Empire never got started, Eros never grew a beard.

No, listen, what happened was this: they lied to you, sold you ideas of good & evil, gave you distrust of your body & shame for your prophethood of chaos, invented words of disgust for your molecular love, mesmerized you with inattention, bored you with civilization & all its usurious emotions.

There is no becoming, no revolution, no struggle, no path; already you're the monarch of your own skin–your inviolable freedom waits to be completed only by the love of other monarchs: a politics of dream, urgent as the blueness of sky.

To shed all the illusory rights & hesitations of history demands the economy of some legendary Stone Age–shamans not priests, bards not lords, hunters not police, gatherers of paleolithic laziness, gentle as blood, going naked for a sign or painted as birds, poised on the wave of explicit presence, the clockless nowever.

Agents of chaos cast burning glances at anything or anyone capable of bearing witness to their condition, their fever of lux et voluptas. I am awake only in what I love & desire to the point of terror–everything else is just shrouded furniture, quotidian anaesthesia, shit-for-brains, sub-reptilian ennui of totalitarian regimes, banal censorship & useless pain.

Avatars of chaos act as spies, saboteurs, criminals of amour fou, neither selfless nor selfish, accessible as children, mannered as barbarians, chafed with obsessions, unemployed, sensually deranged, wolfangels, mirrors for contemplation, eyes like flowers, pirates of all signs & meanings.

Here we are crawling the cracks between walls of church state school & factory, all the paranoid monoliths. Cut off from the tribe by feral nostalgia we tunnel after lost words, imaginary bombs.

The last possible deed is that which defines perception itself, an invisible golden cord that connects us: illegal dancing in the courthouse corridors. If I were to kiss you here they'd call it an act of terrorism–so let's take our pistols to bed & wake up the city at midnight like drunken bandits celebrating with a fusillade, the message of the taste of chaos.

POETIC TERRORISM

WEIRD DANCING IN ALL-NIGHT computer-banking lobbies. Unauthorized pyrotechnic displays. Land-art, earth-works as bizarre alien artifacts strewn in State Parks. Burglarize houses but instead of stealing, leave Poetic-Terrorist objects. Kidnap someone & make them happy. Pick someone at random & convince them they're the heir to an enormous, useless & amazing fortune–say 5000 square miles of Antarctica, or an aging circus elephant, or an orphanage in Bombay, or a collection of alchemical mss. Later they will come to realize that for a few moments they believed in something extraordinary, & will perhaps be driven as a result to seek out some more intense mode of existence.

Bolt up brass commemorative plaques in places (public or private) where you have experienced a revelation or had a particularly fulfilling sexual experience, etc.

Go naked for a sign.

Organize a strike in your school or workplace on the grounds that it does not satisfy your need for indolence & spiritual beauty.

Grafitti-art loaned some grace to ugly subways & rigid public monuments–PT-art can also be created for public places: poems scrawled in courthouse lavatories, small fetishes abandoned in parks & restaurants, xerox-art under windshield-wipers of parked cars, Big Character Slogans pasted on playground walls, anonymous letters mailed to random or chosen recipients (mail fraud), pirate radio transmissions, wet cement…

The audience reaction or aesthetic-shock produced by PT ought to be at least as strong as the emotion of terror– powerful disgust, sexual arousal, superstitious awe, sudden intuitive breakthrough, dada-esque angst–no matter whether the PT is aimed at one person or many, no matter whether it is “signed” or anonymous, if it does not change someone's life (aside from the artist) it fails.

PT is an act in a Theater of Cruelty which has no stage, no rows of seats, no tickets & no walls. In order to work at all, PT must categorically be divorced from all conventional structures for art consumption (galleries, publications, media). Even the guerilla Situationist tactics of street theater are perhaps too well known & expected now.

An exquisite seduction carried out not only in the cause of mutual satisfaction but also as a conscious act in a deliberately beautiful life–may be the ultimate PT. The PTerrorist behaves like a confidence-trickster whose aim is not money but CHANGE.

Don't do PT for other artists, do it for people who will not realize (at least for a few moments) that what you have done is art. Avoid recognizable art-categories, avoid politics, don't stick around to argue, don't be sentimental; be ruthless, take risks, vandalize only what must be defaced, do something children will remember all their lives–but don't be spontaneous unless the PT Muse has possessed you.

Dress up. Leave a false name. Be legendary. The best PT is against the law, but don't get caught. Art as crime; crime as art.



Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Memorial


Many of you may have seen the news over the Memorial Day weekend, where two men were brutally slain when they tried to intervene as another man yelled hateful racial slurs at two young Muslim women…

On Friday, May 26, 2017, in Portland, Oregon, two people were killed and one was injured after a stabbing on a local metro train. The victims of the deadly stabbing attack are being hailed as heroes for intervening on behalf of two young women who were the apparent targets of the suspect’s anti-Muslim epithets.

Friday marked the start of Ramadan, a month-long fast observed by most of the world's 1.6 billion Muslims.

On Saturday, police identified the two men killed as Ricky John Best, age 53, who died at the scene; and Taliesin Myrddin Namkai Meche, 23, who died at the hospital.  “They were attacked because they did the right thing,” Portland Mayor Ted Wheeler said Saturday. “Their actions were brave and selfless and should serve as an example and inspiration to us all. They are heroes.”

This one cuts to the bone for me, as the young man who died on the way to the hospital was a close friend of my first-born son. Taliesin… or as we knew him… Tilly… was in my son’s circle of friends growing up in Ashland, Oregon. Tilly was a member of an amazing Southern Oregon family that I would lovingly typify as a Great American Hippy Clan. 

Tilly was one of eleven or twelve (I lost count a couple of decades ago) kids, who are all brilliant. Hell, the whole family is brilliant. I say Great American Hippie Clan, as all of the members of Tilly’s sprawling family are talented, intelligent and loving… all of them. The whole clan is blessed with entrepreneurial, Yankee ingenuity… brilliance and creativity… warm, loving hearts and a deep environmental love of nature and mother earth.   

Tilly was no exception. He lived his life with integrity and grace. I remember one episode when the boys were in high school. One Saturday night, they were out in the woods, outside of town, attending an un-chaperoned celebratory activity, not uncommon for high-schoolers. One of the boys had clearly and seriously over-celebrated. It soon became clear that Tilly’s friend was in an over-dose emergency. Many of the kids panicked and fled the scene. Taliesin calmly called 911 and stayed with his unconscious friend, nursing him until the paramedics arrived.

You see, Tilly really was that hero being portrayed in the news. His whole short life was lived with integrity and compassion that was instilled in him, by a wonderfully loving family.

Now Tilly’s siblings and friends, mostly millennials, are discovering the harsh reality of lack of privacy in a 24/7 social media world. Their sorrow and grieving is being somewhat co-opted by those who wish to attach a political message to Tilly’s passing. What should be a time of remembrance is being played out on facebook, for the whole world to see. The cruel world intervenes in a time of mourning.

With that said… Taliesin’s bravery is a beacon of light, to be emulated in these dark times. He is the epitome of all that is right and good in this world.

I have always had a deep respect and high regard for Tilly and his clan. Each of them has demonstrated compassion for all creeds… all walks of life… the two legged, the four legged, the winged and those who crawl or swim. They have always defended all flora and fauna of our mother. It was Tilly’s sense of compassion and justice that compelled him to come to the two young girl’s assistance on Friday. He gave his last full measure defending decency, civility and justice in a world gone crazy.

Tilly will live in our hearts as a hero and great American Bodhisattva. 

When my time comes ‘round and I give up the ghost, I expect to see Tilly’s smiling face, holding open the gates... patiently waiting for the rest of us. Go in peace young Taliesin… may your passing inspire us all to greater compassion...


There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow 
That path is for your steps alone

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow 

You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall, you fall alone
If you should stand, then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way, I would take you home.

- the Grateful Dead

Friday, May 26, 2017

Contact Aftermath


After Five days and nights of desert camping on the outskirts of Joshua Tree National Forest, at the fifth annual Contact in the Desert, the charismatic Agent 87 & I returned to Oregon Territory. Zappa’s “Inca Roads” reverberated from the car stereo.

“Was it round? and did it have a motor?… or was it something different?”

After five days, the terrain and temperature had taken its toll. We needed to see mountains again… mountains and conifers.

The event was a resounding, synchronistic success. Many meaningful coincidences… occult encounters… esoteric conversations. We were able to meet some of our favorite luminaries and make new friends, amidst the desert sands and cosmic debris.

There is much to sort out from this phenomenal event… new information to process and integrate… new tales of wonder to formulate. More contemplation is needed, in order to fully develop a detailed cultural ethnography. As we process and collate the mysterious events of CITD, we will publish a series of reports on this weblog… so stay tuned dear friends and acquaintances! Stay tuned…  

In the meantime… here is something different for your viewing pleasure. Check out the following video from Dark Journalist. Yet another, shall we say, interesting perspective on UFO, SSP and CITD, from the world of high weirdness. Strange days indeed!




Wednesday, May 17, 2017

On the Road to Contact in the Desert


For the upcoming weekend, Tek-Gnostics will be on the road to Contact in the Desert, being held at the Joshua Tree Retreat Center in Sunny Southern California. In the fine tradition of PT Barnum, we will be hawking The Tek-Gnostics Heresies - "Tales of Wonder from the Collective Conscious" ...as well as other associated memorabilia. My cohort, Agent 87 and I, anticipate an amazing time in the Sonoran desert.

In the fall of 2016, we had participated in the inaugural AlienCon. As with that event... and in proper anthropological fashion... we plan to immerse ourselves in the CITD population to further develop a cultural Ethnography. As part of a larger community that we previously identified as Conspiracy Culture International (CCI) we expect this field trip to be very enlightening.

UFO enthusiasts hold a special place within our vision of CCI in that they share a cosmology that assumes sentience and intelligence exist beyond Spaceship Earth. They dare to ask the big, existential questions of life, the universe and everything (god bless you, Doug Adams). Additionally, and conspiratorily... UFOlogists maintain that, not only do extra-terrestrials exist, but there has been an elaborate cover-up… perpetrated by our government… since at least the 1940s. This belief ties into a much more pervasive mistrust of government, which has recently dominated socio-political sentiment, globally. 

Variations on the extra-terrestrial conspiracy include technologies reverse-engineered from the Rosewell saucer crash, clandestine ET meetings with President Dwight D Eisenhower (note: looking forward to seeing Ike's Granddaughter, Laura Eisenhower @ contact!), abduction scenarios, men in black, NASA black-ops and the Babylon Working …just to name a few.

Luminaries of interest include Graham Hancock, Jacques Vallee, JJ Hurtak and of course... Erich Von Daniken.

87 and I expect CITD to be a deeper, more "Sirius" event than last year's AlienCon. We hope to chronicle the state of the UFO community, post-Trump election. In this day and age, there seems to be a cultural acceleration of epochal change, especially after the Podesta/UFO wikileaks data-dump. We'll see what happens.

We will be at Contact in the Desert, booth #23 (of course) for the duration... we hope to see you there!

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