№ 100. Me, Myself, and I

 

 

 

 

 

I am from the streets of Baltimore.

I didn’t have a black friend. All I knew was black guys.

I grew up in the Meyerhoff listening to the BSO and sitting across the isle from the head of the Jewish mafia.

I really liked that guy.

And I love good music.

That includes Eminem and this guy.

Then one day a man named Eugene Skarie sent me to Principia College.

The Christian Scientists had found me. They said I had been thrown on the trash heap of society.

Then they threw me back on the trash heap.

Recently, I met a black Christian Science lecturer.

Hope springs external.

 

After a stint in the U.S. Army, I was working in Dallas, Texas soldering copper pipes on high rise office buildings. One day I came home and someone had stollen my stereo. I called the cops. Like every Texas cop I’ve ever met, he exuded character. So when he saw my apartment was empty, he looked genuinely perplexed and said in a noticeably empathetic tone, “They took everything.” I had to explain to him that all I owned was the stereo and a bed. They did not take the bed. After he left, I laid on the living room floor and wrote these words:

 

A madness haunts me
and much abounds
in winds of lavender
and lilac smells.
G.W. on the piano
And me, in perfect hell.

 

These words have become a part of me over the years. I am a rebel spirit. I came, I saw, and I radioed my coordinates back to God and ordered a fire mission on my own position. I was not made for this place.

 

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

 

 

…Neanderthal and modern human brains were the same size at birth, but that by adulthood, the Neanderthal brain was larger than the modern human brain.  —Wikipedia, Neanderthal

 

If you ask me, I see a distinct resemblance between Neanderthal and Elongated skulls.

 

 

 

 

Questions and Answers


Question: Is this a religious website?
Answer: No.

Question: There are over seven billion people on the planet and countless websites with people clamoring for attention and claiming to have special insights into the reality of things. Why should I believe you?
Answer: Because I am the real thing. You will know and understand this the closer you get to me.

 

Question: Do you suffer from delusions of grandeur or megalomania?  Do you hear voices? Are you a madman, crazy person, or bi-polar?
Answer: No, but I am of necessity very different. I may be bi-polar though. I think human beings are mutating into something vastly more improved. It feels threatening to those left behind and so they have labeled it as something evil.

Question: You claim that in late 2012 while camping outside of Seligman, Arizona that you telepathically communicated with ET and that the following morning they landed with the specific intent of meeting you. A lot of people make such claims.  Why should we believe you?
Answer: Because I have spent my entire life trying to be the most honest person I could be. If reality is mental, telling a lie is like ripping at the fabric of the universe. It is precisely because I have dedicated my entire life to being the most honest person I could be that I trust God to care for me. He does. He (or She) always will. That is why honesty defines who I am. I like cops because they are experts at detecting liars. In that sense, they understand me better than most people. I know how hard it is to believe, but it really did happen. Every great once in a while, I look into the night sky searching for them. The funny thing is, even I am still reluctant to believe others who report such encounters. In fact, some of them I am sure are lying because having experienced this, I can just tell they did not. There is a definite lack of astonishment and wonder in their recollection of what happened. It changes you. You are never the same. They are vastly far ahead of us. And any report that they are less than loving is falsehood. They are what I imagine we should be. I yearn to be among them. Unless and until I meet Christ Jesus in the here and now (which I think possible because I believe with all my heart that he is one of them and therefore really may return after the coming axial tilt), the few minutes with those two beings make all the considerable suffering I have experienced in this life pale in significance. I would not trade who I am for any other man who has ever lived or ever will live on this dreary planet.  Not Caesar, not anyone. Let me say that again, I regret nothing. Who among you can say this and mean it with all their heart?

Question: Are you special? Why?
Answer: Yes. I can’t entirely answer that question. It’s like I have X-ray glasses and see through to the heart of the matter no matter where I focus my attention, science, religion, people. As a normal human being it is a curse. I have suffered my entire life because of this. Speaking the truth in this world is very dangerous. But I will not yield myself to the tyranny of the mundane. I will not die while I yet live. That is why I have over time drifted toward writing. I really do care about people. Writing allows me to share what I know without interacting with my audience. Everyone must find a context in which to understand the world. The problem arises when they encounter something or someone who is larger than the context of their entire life experience. They cannot frame what they cannot possibly understand. They reduce what they do not understand to something infinitely smaller and in the image of themself, which is to say something ugly. I experience this all the time. I live with it. I have no choice. At a much deeper level, one that I perhaps should not share, “we” think so infinitely faster than the vast majority of people that it is like studying something frozen in slow motion. In fact, whenever my life is threatened, slow motion is the only thing that can describe what happens. Were it into so, I would have died in a street fight in downtown Baltimore when I was 19 years old or in Panama when eight men entered my house with the intent of robbing me and my domestic partner and five of them had Glocks in their right hand. Even I am amazed when this happens.

Question: Are you a prophet? Does God speak to you?
Answer: I do not believe in prophesy. Please read № 102. There are No Prophets. Two things are happening here. In the case of Enoch, Daniel, Christ Jesus, and Mary Baker Eddy, they learned of what is about to happen to our generation from a very special people I refer to as the Progeny of Jove. These are people whose memory stretches back to previous world ages. The rest of what we think of as prophecy is the ability to see what is happening in the here and now and project the long term consequences into the future. But that is just thinking. Nothing else. Here I would like to add for my Jewish friends, you guys are some really creative writers, but the whole Moses and his magic wand thing is pure delusion. That was the comet Venus that parted the waters (think Velikovsky and Worlds in Collision). Pretty cool, but get over it. God is impartial. He (or She) is no respecter of persons. (“It” is the proper pronoun for what I like to think of as the “fabric of the universe.”) You are not nor were you ever a “chosen” people except perhaps in the sense that ET impregnated a Jewish woman. That is my working theory on the origin of the “Christ.” Speaking of which for Christ’s sake, would you please stop praying to a Roman fortress wall. It’s embarrassing. You are definitely a smarter people, though. That is why I have dated Jewish women my entire life and the  live with one now.

 

 

 

 

 

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, 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, I sensed immediately that I was witnessing something profoundly important. Now I will never be able to prove anything about comet ISON, but I just know it was a very special message to mankind. Always trust your intuition.

 

 

 

 

 

helical model

July 23, 2012


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

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 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.”

 

I don’t want to fight you, Mark

At the tender young age of ten, I was more than a half century ahead of this Ted-Ed talk and the audience laughter. And I repeatedly exposed myself to the mindless abuse of Mrs. Robinson in order to tell my fellow classmates what I thought. I grew up with Mark Boger, one of the most popular deputy sheriff’s of all time in Fairfax County, Virginia. Mark told me once, “people never change.” I think he was right.