About the Author





Those who are able to see beyond the shadows and lies of their culture will never be understood, let alone believed by the masses.

— Plato


Platonem ferunt didicisse Pythagorea omnia




Family History

The author was born in the United States of America and as a child attended the McCoy family reunions in Berkeley Springs, West Virginia, one of the oldest families of European descent in that country. My maternal grandmother’s maiden name was McCoy. This is the same family as the Hatfield–McCoy feud fame. My maternal grandfather, whose name I took after discovering I was a bastard child, was raised a “white slave” in Pennsylvania until he gained his freedom at the age of 21. At one of the “homes” where he worked, they would strip him naked and make him stretch out over a large chest in the attic and then whip him with a horsewhip when he did not work hard enough for them. Without exception, he was the most honest man I have ever met. All of his life he shot squirrels and rabbits for food. He used a .22 rifle which hung over the side door of his house. I am German-American.




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Religious Affiliation

I am also a Christian Scientist (a student of Mary Baker Eddy), though not a member of the Mother Church, nor any local churches for that matter. My lack of membership in this church is a protest against the moral and intellectual decay in the church, pride of position (the downfall of all churches), and the spiritual weakness of the vast majority of those who claim to be Christian Science practitioners and teachers at this time. I am an outcast in my own church because of my willingness to say these things. So be it. Mrs. Eddy would not recognize her own church. Her textbook, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures was not intended for this world. It is my heartfelt conviction that it was written for the people who survive the coming axial tilt.




Annandale Atoms

99.9% on Abstract Reasoning 

In 1974 an unexpected announcement was made over the intercom at Annandale High School in Annandale, Virginia, where I was in my sophomore year. We were asked to return to our “home rooms” and take a series of battery tests. Years later when applying to Principia College, I learned that I scored 99.9% on a national level in “abstract reasoning.” This astounded me because with the notable exception of geometry (during which class I had the brightest students in school asking me questions), I was a C, D, and F student all throughout public school. So I contacted the company that administered the test and asked them how many people got 100%. I was told that no one got 100% because it was “statistically impossible.” I know this really happened because to this day I still remember the last question on that test. It amazed me. I thought to myself “whoever wrote this last test question is extraordinarily intelligent.” I even recall at the time wondering what it is that they were looking for. It seemed to me as if they were looking for something. And then the test ended and I went back to the awkward reality that was life as an adolescent in the early 1970’s, when the music died.


Don McLean – American Pie

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play
And in the streets, the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died





Highly Abstract Thinking

Highly abstract thinkers have several peculiar traits. The most important one is that they process all of the possibilities. The second most important trait is that they do not become entrenched in a position. If something comes along that better explains the available facts they will readily abandon their current position no matter how long it has been held or how hard they have fought to defend it. This is what differentiates a highly abstract thinker such as myself from academia. I am telling you what the world looks like from the perspective of someone who can process an unlimited number of possible realities at light speed. Abstraction makes possible the uncompromised syntheses of a multitude of apparently discrete ideas from widely different fields of thought. Cross-discipline thinking is a subspecies of highly abstract thinking, a step in the right direction. But nothing, not even formal education, can reliably reproduce this ability of thought. It is singular. It is innate.




The Role of Intuition

I don’t care where it takes me, I will trust my intuition until the end of my time on this dreary planet. Learning to follow your intuition is not unlike learning to listen to God. Both are a “still, small voice.” Perhaps they are the same thing. For example, I knew the instant I first set my eyes on it that the Alaskan earthquake swarm that began May 2, 2017 near the Canadian border at coordinates 60 N 136 W was something very special. It was the same feeling I got when I first saw that comet ISON was going to form a perfect equilateral triangle with Earth and Venus with sides equal to 0.51 AU (the sides of the great Pyramid of Giza are angled precisely at 51 degrees, 51 minutes) on what turned out to be the last day (or “end date”) of the Mesoamerican Long Count calendar. Now I will never be able to prove anything about comet ISON, and so it remains on my “Rabbit Hole” menu along with all the other stuff my best friend and domestic partner of 12 years thinks sounds crazy. She has a PhD from Tulane University, versus me dropping out of Principia college after reading Byron. But in the case of the Alaskan earthquake swarm that began May 2, 2017 near the Canadian border at coordinates 60 N 136 W, more than a half a year later I stumbled across information about The Great Circle and finally knew I was right about it. You can read about it at The New North Pole?. Always trust your intuition.


Near Miss: The Solar Superstorm of July 2012  —science.nasa.gov


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July 23, 2012

But something else is happening. There is more to the story because on July 23, 2012, the day a Carrington-level CME crossed slightly ahead of Earth’s orbital path, I was walking out the back door of our home in the Garden District of New Orleans when something profound happened. To this day I cannot fully explain what happened to me that evening. It was a calm, beautiful day and I was doing errands. Nothing out of the usual was happening. All I can tell you is that ever since then I have been leaning at a phenomenal speed. One evening shortly thereafter, I was sitting at my desk and experienced something that I have only been able to describe as the feeling of “swimming” in pure intelligence. It lasted for about half an hour. The message was that everything is connected through elliptical (or circular) orbits and that if you cannot see the orbital path of an object around something else, then you are too close to the object that you are observing. It took years for me to fully understand the significance of this message.

The Universal Law of MotionNow if you can imagine the consequential helical model of the motion of our Sun and the planets (by DjSadhu), you can begin to understand how mind-boggling is the reality of this universal law of motion. Even DjSadhu is oversimplifying because the Sun does not move in a straight line. Nothing does. It moves around the solar system barycenter (referred to as the “Jose solar cycle” and one of the two primary units of measurement used in the Mesoamerican Long Count calendar). And then there is our binary relationship with the Sirius star system. This cannot form a vesica pisces as is commonly thought. It must follow the same helical model as our solar system with Sirius at the center, which means practically no one is properly imagining the complex movement of our planet through space. When I realized this, I felt as if I was contemplating the reality of our place in the galaxy for the first time. I could see that by the time you add in hundreds of thousands of asteroids and comets (think rocks in space) that our ability to conceptualize this movement is clearly limited. The main point is the connectivity of everything to everything else. This may not sound so profound in this context, but I assure you being there was inexplicably wonderful.




Telepathic Contact with ET

Not long after the “swimming in intelligence” incident, I had what I can only describe as telepathic contact with extraterrestrials. I was camping in the mountains outside Seligman, Arizona in late 2012. One night as I was staring into the heavens I noticed a “star” dart across the sky for what looked like to me a couple of inches, but given the space that separated me from this object that two inches must have represented a vast distance. At first I thought I must be mistaken. I watched it closely for a little while and it did the same thing. Profound confusion is what I felt in that moment. What followed was even stranger. It moved several more times, but not unless I focused on it in such a way that I felt some kind of mental connection. After doing this repeatedly, I turned and walked away in utter disbelief, crying, and telling myself that this could not be happening. So I stopped and thought for a minute what I could do to convince myself that this was really happening, and then I returned to where I had been before, planted my feet firmly on the ground slightly wider than shoulder width and ever so slightly squatted so that there was no chance of my feet or legs moving. Then I used my hands to form a triangle over my head with the “star” at the top and focused all of my mental strength on not moving a muscle. I could not be more sure that I was frozen in place during what followed. Then I proceeded to mentally plead (no spoken words) that if what I was experiencing was real, that they would provide me with unequivocal proof. After a few moments the spaceship (because it was certainly no star) began ever so slowly (in a kind of “follow the bouncing ball” movement) to trace the right-hand side of the triangle, then the bottom from right to left, and then the left. After reaching the top it tracked back down the left-hand side of the triangle and stopped. I have never been the same.




The White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland

Physical Contact with ET

Something else happened the following morning after my telepathic contact, something so strange five years passed before I told my best friend and domestic partner of 12 years. I do not think I would ever have told her except she knows I have dedicated my entire life to being the most honest person I can be. In other words, she knows I don’t lie. So one morning I asked her to sit down next to me and told her everything. As  close as we are, I could see in her eyes that it strains credulity so that the telling of it is a form of self-inflicted pain. I will not make that mistake again, not for anyone. I therefore must leave the details to your imagination, though I seriously doubt you will ever imagine correctly. All I can tell you was that during this period of my life I lived as purely as I possibly could; no drugs or alcohol were involved. At first it felt as if I was selected to be some kind of guinea pig, as if I was being tested to see how much strangeness my mind could handle. I could sense that at the time and answered the best way I possibly could, by just smiling back at them in what was a heartfelt wonderment. Nothing was said, though after an initial exchange of smiles there followed brief, unmistakable laughter (first one of them then me) in what felt like the precise moment in which we accepted each other’s presence as non-threatening. I never felt threatened, not for one moment. Wonderment is all I remember of that morning. We are not alone. Oh God how I so wish everyone could know this as I now do. It feels right to finally be saying this. Just please do not ask me for details. I will never again attempt to share the details of what happened that morning with another living soul. This is as far as I can go. Though I am grateful to the highly enlightened government of Ecuador (Movimiento Alianza PAIS) for having me and prayerfully selected the land on which I now live (from the perspective of surviving the Pacific Ocean super tsunamis), and while I trust in God to protect me on the coming Day of the Lord, if the Almighty does not see fit to save me, I am confident these beings will. They have truly amazing powers. I say this in all earnestness. I am fearless. I do not think I shall ever know the wonderment and joy I felt that morning again. When one of them laughed, I felt as if the universe was full of joy awaiting me after my experience on this dreadful planet. Sometimes I wonder if they had something to do with July 23, 2012.





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Appendix A, Lessons from Elementary School

So why was I such a poor student in public school (and college for that matter)? It came to me to add this little appendix to my “About the Author” page to explain something for which I was famous in elementary school. At the time, in the mid to late 1960s in the United States of America, children were foolishly required to participate in civil defense exercises in case the Russians dropped an atomic bomb on us. It was called “Duck and Cover.” Only in my case, Masonville Elementary School was inside the beltway in Northern Virginia just outside of the nation’s capital. After walking us out of class and making us get down on the ground in the hallway, the last thing we were told was to put our heads between our legs to which I would invariably add “and kiss your ass goodbye.” Everyone knew I was going to say it, and I knew I was going to be severely punished, but the absurdity of the situation was such that it always got the better of me and I always played my part, laughing uncontrollably. Such has been my life.

Could we have survived at Masonville Elementary School, inside the beltway for Washington, D.C. and eight miles away from the Pentagon?

The R-36 (Russian: Р-36) is a family of intercontinental ballistic missiles (ICBMs) and space launch vehicles (Tsyklon) designed by the Soviet Union during the Cold War. The original R-36 was deployed under the GRAU index 8K67 and was given the NATO reporting name SS-9 Scarp. It was able to carry three warheads and was the first Soviet MIRV (multiple independently targetable reentry vehicle) missile…

The R-36 (SS-9) is a two-stage rocket powered by a liquid bipropellant, with UDMH as fuel and nitrogen tetroxide as an oxidizer. It carries one of two types of re-entry vehicles (RVs) developed especially for this missile:

  • SS-9 Mod 1 single nuclear warhead of 18 megatons TNT,
  • SS-9 Mod 2 single nuclear warhead of 25 megatons TNT.

…Flight tests of the rocket were completed by May 20, 1968 and on November 19 of the same year it entered service.   —Wikipedia

According to the INTERNATIONAL NUCLEAR WEAPONS ALLIANCE (INWA), the kill zone for a 25 Megaton nuclear bomb is “1,562.5 mile diameter circle total destruction of life.”




Appendix B, Rants

Occaisionally, I am given to rants. I need somewhere to put them.


The Summer of 2018

Something extraordinary happened to me almost six years ago. It started the very same day civilization narrowly escaped total destruction, a fact of which I did not become aware until much, much later. For many months after July 23, 2012, I shared this “body” with a higher intelligence. Fatigue became something of the past. All during this time I experienced a level of energy that would be the envy of an Olympic athlete. I protected it as a mother would her newborn babe. Nothing entered my body that could claim to alter my mental state. Nothing. No alcohol, no drugs of any kind, not even caffeine. There were times in the privacy of my home when the “presence” was so intense that I would not let my domestic partner come close to me for fear it may somehow disturb whatever it was. Here I feel compelled to point out that this started before my encounter with ET, though later and until this very day I wonder if they were not related experiences. It faded in time (about six months later), but the memory of it remains. In that sense, it is still with me. It still guides my thought, only now it is like the memory of an old and dear friend. All I know is that it wanted from the very start for me to tell the powers of this world that their tunnel systems in Colorado are going to fail. I don’t care what that sounds like to you. If I was in fact “chosen” to deliver this message, it is at least in part because I don’t give a damn what other people think about me. If I did, I could not and would not be who I am.

I strive only to protect that which has made me different from my youth. And the cost of doing so has been both violent and strange. The violence (and I do not necessarily speak of physical violence here) sometimes comes from the most unexpected individuals. They would never do it to others, only me. Likewise, all my life people will blurt out things they would never, ever tell other people. It seems almost involuntary when it happens, as if the speaker had no choice but to blurt out some hugely embarrassing truth. But the hardest part is never belonging. I am fated to always feel as if I am looking at life from the outside. One of the strangest things that happened during this time, when this outside force was most active in me, is that I could bring people to tears speaking very few sentences. It happened more than once and was a clear pattern. They sensed what was in me, and felt as I did how special it was. I knew it wasn’t me they were responding to. I was always in awe of it.

While the”presence” was still in me I visited Colorado in late December of 2012. This changed me in ways I cannot fully describe to you because life goes on like it never happened. I had at first telepathic and then physical contact with an alien race I refer to simply as ET. So strange was the physical contact I cannot share the details of it. I beg of you to try to feel my sincerity in telling you this. There is an “About the Author” page on this website where I speak of this in more detail. I tried, a full five years after it happened, to tell the woman I am living with, my domestic partner. I told her bluntly the truth as it happened, only to see her mind shrink away from mine, not knowing where to go or what to say, how to respond. It was self-inflicted torture and I simply will not do it again. I don’t care how many sci-fi movies you have seen (the “Contact” starring Jodie Foster comes close), you cannot believe what happened that day. Your mind cannot accept it. I still look up into the sky on some nights, wondering if they will ever return, or if they will make an effort to save me from what is about to happen.

As wonderful as it is to know that we are not alone, long before that encounter, while sitting at my desk in New Orleans, I experienced something I can only describe as “swimming in pure intelligence.” It was during this “episode” that I came to fully understand the interconnectivity of the electromagnetic universe in which we live. That knowledge would in time lead me first to David Talbott of The Thunderbolts Project™ and Wallace Thornhill of the Electric Universe but ultimately to Jamal S. Shrair, founder of the Helical Universe. Along the way, I discovered a dozen or so of the young men spoken of in Acts 2:1 (“your young men shall see visions”). The things they know are so under-appreciated that it inculcates in me a contempt for normal society. There are a couple young men who understand that the interior design of the Great Pyramid of Giza is intended to alert us to a coming axial tilt. There is another young man who knows that Noah and the Biblical Deluge is what happened in 3200 BC, but that the Torah was deliberately changed in an effort to deny any possibility of Christians claiming “Jesus” was the promised Savior and thus the Bible’s crucial role of recording the last of these Great Cycle destructions was irreparably damaged. Oh of course and then there are truly scientific men such as David Talbott, Wallace Thornhill, and Jamal S. Shrair whose work should be igniting the intellects of students all over the world but who instead are completely ignored by lesser individuals who care more about keeping their damn jobs than they do the truth. The people who best understand the history and physical reality of our world are largely unknown. The world is too busy for us, far too busy, and too smart. We go unnoticed as a torrent of water rushes past us. This is the world. Nothing is as it seems. Truth must be sought with your life’s blood. It is there for all to see, but first, you must “come out from among them, and be ye separate.” 

The question of how to reach you, my dear reader, perplexes me to no end. Everyone is clamoring for your attention, the Panem et Circenses of the cabal (planned for thousands of years ago) is at its height, and everybody with a keyboard and Internet access is trying to sell you their version of reality.  I would stop trying myself were it possible, but it is not. This knowledge wants to be shared, and doing so is who and what I have become. So we keep listening and writing. But the time is upon us and even I am not sure how to act right now. We wait for the curtain to rise on a show that is the Superbowl of our little Milky Way Galaxy. Everyone on stage is expecting the Sound of Music and I do not want to be the one to tell them it is a horror show. To say this is an awkward time for me is gross understatement. I have stopped even telling my domestic partner what I see happening. We are in fact “right at the door.” It has begun, and like Barber’s Adagio for Strings, for those of us who are listening, the crescendo will indeed be long, and the climax of unexpected intensity and brevity.  And so we grow quiet in awe of what is unfolding before our very eyes. Unable to disrupt the deep hypnotic state of our fellow travelers who cannot see what is happening around them even now, we hide by pretending nothing is out of the usual. What choice do we have?