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Re: Alfred's Odd Ode #320

From: Alfred Lehmberg <Lehmberg@snowhill.com>
Date: Sat, 09 Oct 1999 08:11:10 -0500
Fwd Date: Sat, 09 Oct 1999 14:03:39 -0400
Subject: Re: Alfred's Odd Ode #320


Apology to MW #320 (For October 9, 1999)

I don't believe _in_ UFOs, and I'm not splitting hairs, but
*something* haunts the skies above, and shames us _well_ down
here. And not just _now_, but way back *when* 'twas flight was
just a dream. Yes, well before the pyramids that began it all,
it seems. Back before we sailed our seas we prayed to brutal
gods -- gods as thick as errant fleas to give that needed nod.
Back before, when just a few, we wandered plains in bands askew,
and we were *almost* innocent then, an uncorrupted kith and kin.
Back before we wrote in books, we scratched cave walls with
paint and soot, and we recorded saucers, flying, (scaring the
observers spying) -- pulsing inner lights in waves that we,
then, chipped in stone, OK?

Kings of fearful ancient times would see them hover there, and
scurry to their *high* priests, their witchdoctors, and sayers.
Pharos of old Egypt ran, and raised up armies that would stand
in fearful awe of flying craft that, silent (days long!) flew on
past! They could, even, smell their odors -- alien and acrid
motors! This was taken down (but hidden) by a man of some
*religion*, but the papyrus is real and good translation's solid
seal. I say this and _forget_ the Bible -- how all its stories
make it libel as a record of abduction, UFOs and piqued
destruction!

Consider Alexander as he strides his *conquered* planet, as he
crosses raging rivers to secure a grip upon it. His elephants
and horses and, yes, most of all his men were panicked by two
UFOs that _dove_ upon them, friend. They drove them from their
crossing (why?) these craft that sailed air; they flew like
massive birds of prey that owned the sky up there. Described as
silver shields spitting fire to the ground, they danced and
burned and threatened, but they did not make a sound. Squealing
like Ned Beatty, and (yes!) scared beyond his wits, Alexander
*wrote* it down, so he'd _remember_ it.

And sober (pre-Christ) Romans were observers, then, as well. Of
skies, well nigh, INFESTED are the tales they would tell.
Spectacles of "fleets of ships" would course through troubled
skies, they wrote it down as point of fact, and not as
*charming* lies. They would HEAR terrific noises, and the sky
would turn to gold. Men and women _trembled_ like they all had
gotten cold. Globes of fire fell to Earth and landed on the
ground. Taking off they'd go straight up and flash their lights
around. Described as brighter than the sun, these terrified
plain folks (who'd run) to hapless priests or scared officials
who'd write it down, and sign _initials_. Pliny wrote of burning
shields that danced across his eye, annealed. Others wrote of
missiles, then, that roared and soared their skies again.

The birth of Christ won't cure the air of errant flying craft.
Josephus wrote of phantom ships, and no one thinks he's daft.
Respected as a scholar, and revered as circumspect, he wrote of
flying chariots, and of beings WITHIN them yet! He wrote of
_armies_ of them that would course their way through clouds! He
wrote "surrounded cities" so there really is no doubt. He wrote
that all this happened in fullest light of day -- he wrote of
frightened peoples who went down on knees to pray. This wasn't
science fiction, but was well beyond his scope. He wrote it as
he saw it. All agree that he's no dope.

The Byzantine were not immune to unknown *flying* craft, they
wrote of ships called brilliant, more like burning globes -- as
fast. They hovered over cities (!), and presented beams like
swords; folks looked up and cringed in fear for judgement of
those lords! Nobles watched the pagans as the dark age was to
end, and reddish brown in color flying saucers flew again! They
hovered over churches, and they scared the people blind who ran
in "bug" confusion from the castles if outside. They had never
seen the like! They cowered in their awe. They _survived_ and
wrote it down. It sticks, yes (!), in your craw.

And what is seminal history, but Saint Gregory of Tours who
reported on one Alcuin, a biographer of stars. Charlemagne's
assaulted by a light-fast glowing globe! It flickers
inexplicably like a psychedelic strobe! It's so damned strange
it spooks his horse, which rears in the attack. Charlemagne, in
armor, is then thrown right off its back. This injures him
severely; he's dead in four more years, and kingdoms fall to
ruin as the Vikings bring their cheer.

The Japanese saw their fair share and they will not be excluded.
Yoritsumi saw the "flying lights" and here will be included.
Yoritsumi was a general with his army in the field, and he saw
them loop their circles in the sky like hurled shields. They
swung all night to morning light and then some hours still, so
he, then, asked his *wise* men who would shuck _their_ jive and
shill, "Be unconcerned, most gracious lord. Let smiles adjourn
your frown -- it's a typhoon, heaving mightily, to blow the
stars around."

This takes us from -- "way back" BC . . . to about the
thirteenth century. There's more to say another day -- eight
hundred years of saucers -- hey! Forgetting tablets Sitchin
translates, UFOs remain debated. History's a smoking gun that
people did _not_ write for *fun*. It was, then, too damned
expensive; they only wrote what common sense was. Written in the
words they _had_ in concepts they could understand, they wrote
that we are _not_ alone, and wrote that down in ink and stone!

Lehmberg@snowhill.con

No. I don't believe in UFOs. I _believe_ UFOs. The difference is
NOT that subtle. And what is there not to believe. Seriously --
it crawls _all_ over the written record, and yet collectively we
continue to laugh inappropriately up our damp sleeves.

Why? We can't let it disturb our future plans? Rofl!

And, what is it but our belief in a phony-baloney, and likely
unjust, *future* ((awarded to us if we stay our *profitable* but
world sodomizing course)) that allows the shimmering scales of a
court jester ufology to be glued to our hapless eyes in the
first place? Yeah! Phony -- baloney!

The conservative establishment smirks and continues to celebrate
a conservatism that is born out of the *satisfactions* it has
discovered in having *things* remain _just_ as they ARE. Further
-- it is an establishment that recently finds itself needing to
demonstrate some reinvention as a *compassionate* party, proof
of it's sociopathy! That future that we hope for (and that they
promise) is a red herring (for a carrot) on the end of their
long stick. And even IT evaporates (as a red herring is wont to
do) the moment they feel they HAVE to have another platinum
fixture on the downstairs bidet of their autumn home. In a
contrived and manipulated denouement that too few are availing
themselves of -- these few are very comfortable indeed. We are
embroiled in a gigantic and pyramidal ponsi-scheme for a
sociopathic minority.  This corrosive minority believes that
they will be able to insulate themselves from the very worst,
FORGETTING they are in a position to elevate the whole to truly
_cosmic_ levels. Free power, as example, has such a *problem*
NOT because there is nothing to it. Rather, a huge amount of old
(and new) money feels it has a lot *invested* in the early,
fossil, twentieth century concepts presently employed. Energy
problems in this country could be eliminated with an _incentive_
to generate power and supply it to a grid, presently, enslaving
us, but I digress.  <puff -- puff . . . deep breath> <g.>

This group (of the, ah, uh -- . . . conservatively minded) is
the same bunch that fills the trough for our news media and
mainstream science impetus. It is also the major proponent of a
campaign to keep ufology in the under-funded-court-jester status
it presently occupies. UFOs suggest change -- this is a change
that may not be compatible with the present ease of luxury and
control now enjoyed by selected persons presently disrespecting
_your_ individuality and quality of life. How much control _do_
you have?

No, we hang by threads. At the complete whim of the arbitrary,
we are song and danced by a cloying appeal to tradition and
ceremony. These traditions of Aristotle, and these ceremonies of
elitist convenience do nothing but beg the inevitable question;
however, a question largely unanswered but for a smirking retort
that maintains a status quo leading to an increasingly
exclusionary and suicidal dead end.

Somebody knows.

UFOs are, by definition, change, and point to worlds with much
more breadth and scope -- potential and expansiveness. It gets
no easier to maintain a fašade of normalcy for the smirking
denial of these few, so fearlessly -- ask your own questions
though the answers (or the suggestions of answers) offend you,
shock you, or shame you. There is joy beyond the shame,
satisfaction beyond the shock, and fellowship beyond the
offense.

And it's real.

Restore John Ford!


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