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Monthly Archives: November 2012

V For Vrillion

On Saturday, November 26, 1977 at 5:10 p.m. in the United Kingdom, a mysterious voice who called himself Vrillon of the Ashtar Galactic Command performed an illegal broadcast on live television during the height of an evening news program.

"V" For Vrillion: The Ashtar Galactic Command Incident Revisited

The illegal broadcast was investigated by UK authorities who were unable to determine the source of the signal or who might have sent it. It is assumed that the broadcast was a hoax perpetrated by someone who sent a signal powerful enough to override the station’s VHF transmitters, but in the past 30 years, no one has ever claimed responsibility for the hijack[…] The person (or entity) responsible for the transmission has never been heard from again.


This is the voice of Vrillon, a representative of the Ashtar Galactic Command, speaking to you. For many years you have seen us as lights in the skies. We speak to you now in peace and wisdom as we have done to your brothers and sisters all over this, your planet Earth.

We come to warn you of the destiny of your race and your world so that you may communicate to your fellow beings the course you must take to avoid the disaster which threatens your world, and the beings on our worlds around you. This is in order that you may share in the great awakening, as the planet passes into the New Age of Aquarius. The New Age can be a time of great peace and evolution for your race, but only if your rulers are made aware of the evil forces that can overshadow their judgments.

Be still now and listen, for your chance may not come again.

All your weapons of evil must be removed. The time for conflict is now past and the race of which you are a part may proceed to the higher stages of its evolution if you show yourselves worthy to do this. You have but a short time to learn to live together in peace and goodwill.

Small groups all over the planet are learning this, and exist to pass on the light of the dawning New Age to you all. You are free to accept or reject their teachings, but only those who learn to live in peace will pass to the higher realms of spiritual evolution.

Hear now the voice of Vrillon, a representative of the Ashtar Galactic Command, speaking to you. Be aware also that there are many false prophets and guides operating in your world. They will suck your energy from you – the energy you call money and will put it to evil ends and give you worthless dross in return.

Your inner divine self will protect you from this. You must learn to be sensitive to the voice within that can tell you what is truth, and what is confusion, chaos and untruth. Learn to listen to the voice of truth which is within you and you will lead yourselves onto the path of evolution.

This is our message to our dear friends. We have watched you growing for many years as you too have watched our lights in your skies. You know now that we are here, and that there are more beings on and around your Earth than your scientists admit.

We are deeply concerned about you and your path towards the light and will do all we can to help you. Have no fear, seek only to know yourselves, and live in harmony with the ways of your planet Earth. We of the Ashtar Galactic Command thank you for your attention. We are now leaving the plane of your existence. May you be blessed by the supreme love and truth of the cosmos.

questions are a burden to others / answers a prison for oneself

so Im making a post about it

You have spent years preparing for your encounter with your totem, your guide, the one true spirit animal to show you the way through this mortal life and the lands of the spirits. The walls of your room are postered with star charts, astrological profiles, complex mathematical formulas and proofs of your heralded birth, along side sacred Native American Indian totem dictionary photocopies, and National Geographic clippings of animals you think you identify most strongly with. You just know that you are going to have a great one. A great white owl! Or an eagle! Or a mountain lion!

The mystic herbal tea you have prepared will send you deep into the trance state that will allow you to finally encounter and interact with it. You have said all the right mantras you discovered on the internet, fasted for several days, smoked plenty of grass, all to cleanse your mind and body for this moment. Nothing can go wrong. The powers are inside of you now.

With eyes closed, you chant the sacred chants of the peoples who lived long before you, peoples who were in touch with the earth, and the spirits, and the skies, and the antient powers of your ancestors. The forces flow through you, up from the floor, from deep beneath the floor, from the core of the earth itself. The smoke that fills your mind clears away, revealing a tundra, no, a beach, no, what is this place? It is the place you will find your guide. That is all that matters.

There is a noise! You turn…

Oh, wow.

 

 

Mirounga angustirostris

Death of a Gunslinging Squirrel

Loosely based on Jack London’s “Star Rover” (1915), “Death of a Gunslinging Squirrel” is the story of a band of squirrels who are forced to race up the Oregon Trail to avoid the persecution of hunters and reap a huge nut harvest. The controversial, thought-provoking film was well-received by many critics during its limited theatrical run, but has received no home video release — until now!

They may take your freedom, but they'll never take away your smile.

It seems that your luck has run out, and now it is time to face the consequences for your illegal activities. Boy, o boy! they dished out a righteous beating when they finally caught you! Some would complain it was too brutal, at least until they were told what you had done.

The uneven ringing in your ears is caught on an ugly rhythm of percussive thumping in your concussed skull, the pounding beat accompanied by weak exterior instrumentation, all playing too softly, too softly. What few snatches of melody reach into your brain are quickly lost; it’s just a lot of bad muzak on a tempo too slow, too slow. The whole soundtrack would be an annoyance if there was any sense in you.

You can’t help but just smile dumbly for everyone, even if no one smiles back. Hard to tell if they did anyway. Everything is over-exposed, images flashing, blurred shapes collapsing into each other, white spots, black spots, heavy lines.

“Fucking hate motherfucking Baudrillard,” you say. Or think. Or think. Or say.

A gathering of children rolling die in an alley.

History repeating as the clacking of die on paved ground, and they are always there.