Hello Folks,
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter sure has had fun on the trail of everything he has seen in the multiverse .... so what about underground caverns, pump jacks, wind turbines ... etc.
All I can say is not all mysteries are meant to be solved ... and some that have been solved ... have not really been solved at all ... but there will be other trips .. another time ... and given time, all things will be known ...
All the Krome Koan quotes that I used were from Dr. Carl Sagan ... who views I totally agree with on 'aliens' ... yes there is life out there ... the number of universes and planets are just too great for their not to be .... but the odds are also equally great that there is not any life close enough to us to visit us, no matter what technology they have ... the multiverse is just too vast ... and there is very little chance they are more advanced ... given what we know about the 'big bang' and universal expansion ...
I love the concept of time travel and the multiverse ... it does allow for some interesting possibilities ... one thing that has to be remembered with time travel ... is that time is distance in the quantum and cosmic worlds ... even if we could travel back in time ... we would be at a distance equal to the time traveled x the speed of light from the very thing we wish to observe ... you would have to carry one hell of a telescope ...
Are we carrying on far different and interesting lives in multiple multiverses ... maybe ... that possibility is intriguing ...
I received a call from the office of the POTUS ... you can Google that ... apparently an article is missing from Area 51 ... we shall refer to it as a 'small cup' ... apparently it is in France and will be moved to Belgium on the 7 May 2011 ... I have been asked to recover it ...tune in on the 5 May 2011 when The Power Of Babble goes international as The Power of Babble - Foray ...
To quote from verse 4 of the Krome Koan,
' ... I maintain that there is much more wonder in science than in 'pseudoscience' ... and in addition, to whatever measure this term has any meaning, science has the additional virtue, and it is not an inconsiderable one, of being true ...'
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Thrown For A Loop ...
Hello Folks,
On the 6 August 1945 ... just after 8:15 AM ...Paul Tibbets looks back from the cockpit of the Enola Gay ... and gets a sense of the destruction he has wrought ... little does he realize what has happened though ... his plane and crew have bounced momentarily through a portal he has just created into 1947 New Mexico at another portal in the Gallinas Mountains ... the bounce lasts nanoseconds in 1945 ... it lasts almost 4 weeks in 1947 ...
... the bounce was caused by the instant splits of 200,000 people in the Hiroshima area who were killed or critically injured by the blast ... the sheer simultaneous quantum energy of the splits coupled with, and against, the quantum energy of the blast caused the bounce ...
... to 1947 New Mexico ...on the evening of the 5 July 1947 ... the Enola Gay suddenly appears in a massive thunderstorm ... it has not yet dropped the bomb ... but the Enola Gay has appeared at exactly that moment ... being rejected by 200,000 souls in Hiroshima ... the bomb drops in the New Mexico country side ... not far from Corona, NM ...
.... within seconds the Enola Gay's starboard engine is hit by lightning ... the engine explodes and comes clear of the plane and falls ... the plane lurches to the starboard side and goes into an immediate dive ... it is in a death spiral in flames .... the plane breaks apart at the aft door and the tail section separates ...
... the bomb lands in a field ... it does not explode ... it does not explode because the field is at an elevation of 4600 feet ... the bombs barometric trigger was set to 1500 feet ... it slides along for one or two seconds ... shimmers and disappears .... along with the plane and it's separated engine .... the tail piece shimmers but stays and crashes into the ground a number of miles away from the 'bomb' site ...
... there are crew trapped in the tail section ... they and the tail section are spread across a finite area of another field .... because the tail section and the crew are from the multiverse ... and not of the 1947 world ... they shimmer .. appear as almost liquid metal ... one second it looks like a dish ...the next a VW beetle ... the crew appear amorphous ... no features .... grey ... sexless ...
... it is Paul Tibbets own split with what he has done that has trapped them here ... only his reconciliation of this guilt will allow the tail-piece and crew to return completely to 1945 ... that happens when Tibbets is finally convinced that his actions actually brought an early end to the war ... and saved thousands of lives on both sides ...
... somewhere ... right now ... in a hanger in Dayton, Ohio ... and somewhere in Area 51 ... wooden crates and cryogenic cylinders contain ... absolutely nothing ...
... because the tail-piece and the crew were stranded in 1947 ... this set up a wicked multiverse loop ... the Enola gay and crew continually bounce from a 1945 multiverse, after bombing a multiverse Hiroshima, to a 1947 universe ... a wicked loop someone in 2011 (and earlier) was aware of ... because of the existence of the facility in Dunken ...
... of course we all know what happened when the bomb debris field and the tail-piece section were found ... it became known as the Roswell UFO Incident ... and we can now understand why ...
... when I stopped the gun from firing allowing the Enola Gay to drop the bomb ... that terminated the mission and therefore the multiverse loop ... and thus the texts from 'Phil S', Tibbets and Amelia .... I am sure the many multiverse versions of Hiroshima can now relax knowing that the terror has ended ...
... but what about pump jacks, wind turbines, underground caverns, a B-29 that lands locally and Amelia flying it out ... the Dunken facility ... what about all that ... well I thought you would never ask .. the Alei.a.n. Hunter and his trusty black horse have one more thing to say ...
To quote from verse 2222 of the Krome Koan,
' ... imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were ... but without it we go nowhere ...
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
On the 6 August 1945 ... just after 8:15 AM ...Paul Tibbets looks back from the cockpit of the Enola Gay ... and gets a sense of the destruction he has wrought ... little does he realize what has happened though ... his plane and crew have bounced momentarily through a portal he has just created into 1947 New Mexico at another portal in the Gallinas Mountains ... the bounce lasts nanoseconds in 1945 ... it lasts almost 4 weeks in 1947 ...
... the bounce was caused by the instant splits of 200,000 people in the Hiroshima area who were killed or critically injured by the blast ... the sheer simultaneous quantum energy of the splits coupled with, and against, the quantum energy of the blast caused the bounce ...
... to 1947 New Mexico ...on the evening of the 5 July 1947 ... the Enola Gay suddenly appears in a massive thunderstorm ... it has not yet dropped the bomb ... but the Enola Gay has appeared at exactly that moment ... being rejected by 200,000 souls in Hiroshima ... the bomb drops in the New Mexico country side ... not far from Corona, NM ...
.... within seconds the Enola Gay's starboard engine is hit by lightning ... the engine explodes and comes clear of the plane and falls ... the plane lurches to the starboard side and goes into an immediate dive ... it is in a death spiral in flames .... the plane breaks apart at the aft door and the tail section separates ...
... the bomb lands in a field ... it does not explode ... it does not explode because the field is at an elevation of 4600 feet ... the bombs barometric trigger was set to 1500 feet ... it slides along for one or two seconds ... shimmers and disappears .... along with the plane and it's separated engine .... the tail piece shimmers but stays and crashes into the ground a number of miles away from the 'bomb' site ...
... there are crew trapped in the tail section ... they and the tail section are spread across a finite area of another field .... because the tail section and the crew are from the multiverse ... and not of the 1947 world ... they shimmer .. appear as almost liquid metal ... one second it looks like a dish ...the next a VW beetle ... the crew appear amorphous ... no features .... grey ... sexless ...
... it is Paul Tibbets own split with what he has done that has trapped them here ... only his reconciliation of this guilt will allow the tail-piece and crew to return completely to 1945 ... that happens when Tibbets is finally convinced that his actions actually brought an early end to the war ... and saved thousands of lives on both sides ...
... somewhere ... right now ... in a hanger in Dayton, Ohio ... and somewhere in Area 51 ... wooden crates and cryogenic cylinders contain ... absolutely nothing ...
... because the tail-piece and the crew were stranded in 1947 ... this set up a wicked multiverse loop ... the Enola gay and crew continually bounce from a 1945 multiverse, after bombing a multiverse Hiroshima, to a 1947 universe ... a wicked loop someone in 2011 (and earlier) was aware of ... because of the existence of the facility in Dunken ...
... of course we all know what happened when the bomb debris field and the tail-piece section were found ... it became known as the Roswell UFO Incident ... and we can now understand why ...
... when I stopped the gun from firing allowing the Enola Gay to drop the bomb ... that terminated the mission and therefore the multiverse loop ... and thus the texts from 'Phil S', Tibbets and Amelia .... I am sure the many multiverse versions of Hiroshima can now relax knowing that the terror has ended ...
... but what about pump jacks, wind turbines, underground caverns, a B-29 that lands locally and Amelia flying it out ... the Dunken facility ... what about all that ... well I thought you would never ask .. the Alei.a.n. Hunter and his trusty black horse have one more thing to say ...
To quote from verse 2222 of the Krome Koan,
' ... imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were ... but without it we go nowhere ...
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Thursday, February 24, 2011
The Last Drop ...
Hello Folks,
I made it back to Dunken last night and made my way to the shed as I had done before ... again the only person around ... as I stood there looking at the banks of computer equipment, I glanced at my watch and it said 5 July 1947 .... I was not expecting this ...'NOW' on the split screen would be 1947 ... was I standing in 1947 looking at a video screen that was in 2011 ... I walked around and my watch stayed the same ... showing the 1947 date ... would what I had in mind work ...
As I was standing there pondering this ... the systems around me powered up ... the split video screen fired up ... and what I referred to as the 'laser gun' started moving ...aiming ... I had already scouted around looking for what I needed to find ... I was ready ... but this 1947 thing had me concerned ...
On the screen split labelled 'THEN' I could clearly see the Enola Gay on it's run to Hiroshima ... the bomb bay doors open, the bomb is let loose and the Enola Gay climbs and accelerates away from the drop zone .... there is a brilliant flash ... and 12 miles away the Enola Gay is buffeted with the initial shock waves from the explosion and it's ... gone ... only to appear in the 'NOW' split of the screen ....
The bomb bay doors open ... as soon as I see that I pull the main breaker ... the power dips in the shed ... the dip lasts about 2-3 seconds and then the back-up power kicks in ... the Enola Gay is flying through a terrific thunderstorm ... the power dip has done it's job ... the 'laser gun' does not fire ... on the screen, the Enola Gay drops a bomb ... I don't know if it is a multiverse version of the original .. or a second one it was carrying ... but it drops ... as soon as the bomb drops ... lightning strikes one of the plane's starboard engines ... there is an explosion ... flames engulf the cavity where the engine used to be ...
The airplane starts to break apart ... and then just as quickly disappears ... but not all of it makes it back to 'THEN' ... a large part of the wing remains trapped in the multiverse of 1947 ... it cascades uncontrolled toward the ground ..landing in an area not too far from Corona ....
I leave the shed via the same route that I had accessed it and get to the truck ... a text comes in from 'Phil S' ... 'thank you' ... I get another text from 'Tibbets' ... the cycle is broken' .... I get a third text from 'Amelia' ... 'well done' ... apparently it has worked ... I wasn't sure going in .. but it worked ... I glanced at my watch ... 2011 ... I started the truck and pulled out onto the highway ... where I was immediately surrounded by the military convoy that I had seen and heard tell of earlier in the week ... somewhere a black horse is running ...
(to be continued) ...
To quote from verse 2011 of the Krome Koan,
' ... modern science has been a voyage into the unknown ... with a lesson in humility waiting at every stop ... many passengers would rather have stayed home ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
I made it back to Dunken last night and made my way to the shed as I had done before ... again the only person around ... as I stood there looking at the banks of computer equipment, I glanced at my watch and it said 5 July 1947 .... I was not expecting this ...'NOW' on the split screen would be 1947 ... was I standing in 1947 looking at a video screen that was in 2011 ... I walked around and my watch stayed the same ... showing the 1947 date ... would what I had in mind work ...
As I was standing there pondering this ... the systems around me powered up ... the split video screen fired up ... and what I referred to as the 'laser gun' started moving ...aiming ... I had already scouted around looking for what I needed to find ... I was ready ... but this 1947 thing had me concerned ...
On the screen split labelled 'THEN' I could clearly see the Enola Gay on it's run to Hiroshima ... the bomb bay doors open, the bomb is let loose and the Enola Gay climbs and accelerates away from the drop zone .... there is a brilliant flash ... and 12 miles away the Enola Gay is buffeted with the initial shock waves from the explosion and it's ... gone ... only to appear in the 'NOW' split of the screen ....
The bomb bay doors open ... as soon as I see that I pull the main breaker ... the power dips in the shed ... the dip lasts about 2-3 seconds and then the back-up power kicks in ... the Enola Gay is flying through a terrific thunderstorm ... the power dip has done it's job ... the 'laser gun' does not fire ... on the screen, the Enola Gay drops a bomb ... I don't know if it is a multiverse version of the original .. or a second one it was carrying ... but it drops ... as soon as the bomb drops ... lightning strikes one of the plane's starboard engines ... there is an explosion ... flames engulf the cavity where the engine used to be ...
The airplane starts to break apart ... and then just as quickly disappears ... but not all of it makes it back to 'THEN' ... a large part of the wing remains trapped in the multiverse of 1947 ... it cascades uncontrolled toward the ground ..landing in an area not too far from Corona ....
I leave the shed via the same route that I had accessed it and get to the truck ... a text comes in from 'Phil S' ... 'thank you' ... I get another text from 'Tibbets' ... the cycle is broken' .... I get a third text from 'Amelia' ... 'well done' ... apparently it has worked ... I wasn't sure going in .. but it worked ... I glanced at my watch ... 2011 ... I started the truck and pulled out onto the highway ... where I was immediately surrounded by the military convoy that I had seen and heard tell of earlier in the week ... somewhere a black horse is running ...
(to be continued) ...
To quote from verse 2011 of the Krome Koan,
' ... modern science has been a voyage into the unknown ... with a lesson in humility waiting at every stop ... many passengers would rather have stayed home ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
UFO Musing ....
Hello Folks,
Imagine if you will a carnival midway ... with a black horse carousel ... now hold that thought and imagine the various booths and shows off to the side ... you know ... the yak woman ... the bearded lady ... that is the UFO Museum. It's takes the 'science' of ufology and almost makes a mockery of it ....
Associated with the museum and in adjacent rooms is the 'research library' ... an area where anything in print ... by anybody .. that have the word 'ufo' in it or an 'alien' painted on it ... is cataloged ... comic books ... graphic novels .... books of fact and fiction ... I think you get the idea ...
The museum itself ... is not a collection of artifacts ... because there are none ... it is a retelling of the Roswell UFO Incident plus various other booth style displays on 'crop circles' ... and other related unexplained phenomenon ... if I were serious about this subject, I would be offended by what is being done at this facility ...
One other things ... 'ros' who toured me around the former Walker Airfield ... he used to work at the UFO Museum ... until he became involved in a book on the Roswell incident ... when the book was published the 'curator' of the UFO Museum was not happy ... and 'ros' found himself looking for other avenues of employment ... he was let go because the book 'told too much' about the incident ... I always thought science was a collaborative effort ... all information accessible and available ...
... be that as it may, I was here for a specific reason ... I looked closely through the displays looking for a picture of the debris field and some of the artifacts ... but there were none ... pictures of houses, buildings, people years later ... nothing except the photos released by the military ... and the text that accompanies the pictures ... you know we have had spell checkers for about 20 years now ... scientists that only went to grade five ... come on ...
... I didn't find what I was looking for ... but I kind of expected that ... however I believe I have what I need ... I just need 'Phil S' to let me know when the 'Enola Gay' leaves the multiverse again ... I think I can help them all ... meaning 'Phil S', Tibbets, Amelia ... all of them ...
... a text comes in ... from 'Phil S' ... 'Enola flies tonight' ... so be it ... looks like I have another date in 'Dunken' ....
To quote from verse 1974 of the Krome Koan,
' ... the suppression of uncomfortable ideas my be common in religion and politics ... but it is not the path to knowledge ... it has no place in the endeavor of science ...'
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Imagine if you will a carnival midway ... with a black horse carousel ... now hold that thought and imagine the various booths and shows off to the side ... you know ... the yak woman ... the bearded lady ... that is the UFO Museum. It's takes the 'science' of ufology and almost makes a mockery of it ....
Associated with the museum and in adjacent rooms is the 'research library' ... an area where anything in print ... by anybody .. that have the word 'ufo' in it or an 'alien' painted on it ... is cataloged ... comic books ... graphic novels .... books of fact and fiction ... I think you get the idea ...
The museum itself ... is not a collection of artifacts ... because there are none ... it is a retelling of the Roswell UFO Incident plus various other booth style displays on 'crop circles' ... and other related unexplained phenomenon ... if I were serious about this subject, I would be offended by what is being done at this facility ...
One other things ... 'ros' who toured me around the former Walker Airfield ... he used to work at the UFO Museum ... until he became involved in a book on the Roswell incident ... when the book was published the 'curator' of the UFO Museum was not happy ... and 'ros' found himself looking for other avenues of employment ... he was let go because the book 'told too much' about the incident ... I always thought science was a collaborative effort ... all information accessible and available ...
... be that as it may, I was here for a specific reason ... I looked closely through the displays looking for a picture of the debris field and some of the artifacts ... but there were none ... pictures of houses, buildings, people years later ... nothing except the photos released by the military ... and the text that accompanies the pictures ... you know we have had spell checkers for about 20 years now ... scientists that only went to grade five ... come on ...
... I didn't find what I was looking for ... but I kind of expected that ... however I believe I have what I need ... I just need 'Phil S' to let me know when the 'Enola Gay' leaves the multiverse again ... I think I can help them all ... meaning 'Phil S', Tibbets, Amelia ... all of them ...
... a text comes in ... from 'Phil S' ... 'Enola flies tonight' ... so be it ... looks like I have another date in 'Dunken' ....
To quote from verse 1974 of the Krome Koan,
' ... the suppression of uncomfortable ideas my be common in religion and politics ... but it is not the path to knowledge ... it has no place in the endeavor of science ...'
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Portal Bull ...
Hello Folks,
I have not forgotten about that hand on my shoulder in the shed .. oh no ... but everything in time ...
The Roswell library is right downtown ... so no problem finding it ... the UFO Museum has a library as well but I was interested in geology and other aspects of the town's location ... Corona has a population of about 175 ... Corona is located at the geographic centre of New Mexico ... it began as a cow town in 1899 serving as a mercantile hub for ranchers and miners ... this coincided with the coming of the railroad the same year ... Corona was not incorporated until ... wait for it ... 1947 ...
... this basically means that the town has a municipal government structure ... citizens can be taxed for the provision of town services ... but it also provides rule of law ... a double edged sword that works in your favor if you have something to hide on either side of that fence ...
... it took me about 2 hours to find out what I needed to know ... Corona is very close to Gallinas peak ... the highest point in the Gallinas mountains ... the mountains were formed by a rift ... in this case the Rio Grande Rift ... that allowed a volcanic dyke ... basically an underground volcano ... to empty underneath the region and basically push it up .. forming the Gallinas Mountains ... the energy release from the rift, let alone, the volcanic expansion would be the equivalent of a the largest nuclear explosion known to man ...
... just north of this area there are the remains of a Puebloan culture ... also Gallinas Peak has been reported in UFO circles as housing a UFO base and being a center of mind control by 'extra-terrestrial entities', (ETEs) over humans ... and the railroad followed the old animal/Native American trails ...
... given all of this, it appears that somewhere near corona is a portal from the multiverse into 'this time' ... the opposite of the Bermuda Triangle ... this may explain what I saw on the video screen in the shed .... but it doesn't explain the jump from 'this time' back to Japan in 1945 ... if indeed that is what I saw in that shed ... but I think it I can explain that ... I just need to get to the UFO Museum to confirm one thing ...
... I saw a little item on one of the UFO message boards while at the library ... a small military convoy arrived in Corona, the night before, looking for something .... or someone ... it appears 'Phil S' was on the mark ... not much time now ...
... I mounted my trusty metaphorical black horse and rode out to the the UFO Museum ... a text came in from 'Phil S' .... 'very close' ...
yeah ... closer than I even realized ...
To quote from verse 1899 of the Krome Koan,
' .. knowing a great deal is not the same as being smart ... intelligence is not information alone, but also judgment ... the manner in which information is collected and used ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
I have not forgotten about that hand on my shoulder in the shed .. oh no ... but everything in time ...
The Roswell library is right downtown ... so no problem finding it ... the UFO Museum has a library as well but I was interested in geology and other aspects of the town's location ... Corona has a population of about 175 ... Corona is located at the geographic centre of New Mexico ... it began as a cow town in 1899 serving as a mercantile hub for ranchers and miners ... this coincided with the coming of the railroad the same year ... Corona was not incorporated until ... wait for it ... 1947 ...
... this basically means that the town has a municipal government structure ... citizens can be taxed for the provision of town services ... but it also provides rule of law ... a double edged sword that works in your favor if you have something to hide on either side of that fence ...
... it took me about 2 hours to find out what I needed to know ... Corona is very close to Gallinas peak ... the highest point in the Gallinas mountains ... the mountains were formed by a rift ... in this case the Rio Grande Rift ... that allowed a volcanic dyke ... basically an underground volcano ... to empty underneath the region and basically push it up .. forming the Gallinas Mountains ... the energy release from the rift, let alone, the volcanic expansion would be the equivalent of a the largest nuclear explosion known to man ...
... just north of this area there are the remains of a Puebloan culture ... also Gallinas Peak has been reported in UFO circles as housing a UFO base and being a center of mind control by 'extra-terrestrial entities', (ETEs) over humans ... and the railroad followed the old animal/Native American trails ...
... given all of this, it appears that somewhere near corona is a portal from the multiverse into 'this time' ... the opposite of the Bermuda Triangle ... this may explain what I saw on the video screen in the shed .... but it doesn't explain the jump from 'this time' back to Japan in 1945 ... if indeed that is what I saw in that shed ... but I think it I can explain that ... I just need to get to the UFO Museum to confirm one thing ...
... I saw a little item on one of the UFO message boards while at the library ... a small military convoy arrived in Corona, the night before, looking for something .... or someone ... it appears 'Phil S' was on the mark ... not much time now ...
... I mounted my trusty metaphorical black horse and rode out to the the UFO Museum ... a text came in from 'Phil S' .... 'very close' ...
yeah ... closer than I even realized ...
To quote from verse 1899 of the Krome Koan,
' .. knowing a great deal is not the same as being smart ... intelligence is not information alone, but also judgment ... the manner in which information is collected and used ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Monday, February 21, 2011
My Corona ...
Hello Folks,
(to be continued) ...
... I woke up in my truck ... behind the wheel ... the sun had set ... it was pitch black .. just the hum of the substation and the waxing moon ... it was cold ... I was shivering ... I started the truck ... I was pretty sure if what happened tonight was real ... if it was even close to being partially true .... I had the missing piece of the puzzle .. .to make sense out of all this ...
... I just needed two more bits of info ... I needed to get over to Corona ... where the 1947 crash site was .. and I needed to get to the UFO Museum ... maybe the missile silo ... but I think the UFO Museum would tell the story ...
... I drove back west towards the main road ... both cell phones rang ... the one I had acquired at White Sands ... and mine ... great ... I decided to answer the found one as mine would take a message/voice mail ...
... hello ... no one there ... again, it was a text ... I pulled over, activated the phone menu to try to figure out how to access the text messages ... I finally figured it out ... 'only you can stop this' ...
... well .. it's good to know it will stop ... but again ... a message I knew not what the hell to do with and even what 'what' was ... I drilled down the menu to get more stats on the message itself ...
... the time sent was 10:15 PM ... wtf ... the message was sent 2 hours later than it was when I received it ... it was from a PWT ... I continued to work with the menu and finally got the date of the message ... finally I got it ... 6 August 1945 ... another message from the multiverse ...
... PWT ... I don't know ... and then I thought of what I saw in the shed ... B29 ... Enola Gay ... PWT ... Paul Warfield Tibbets ... commander of the Enola Gay ... dropped 'little boy' on Hiroshima ... on the 6 August 1945 .... but it was a morning drop ... wait a minute ... 10:15 PM here is ... 8:15 AM in Hiroshima ...
... OK ... I think I know what ... oh no ... I've got to get to Corona as quickly as I can ... I turn on to the highway and start to head north ...
... in the distance I see the headlights of a long line of vehicles coming my way ... they appear to be traveling as a convoy ... I pull off the road behind a rest stop picnic enclosure ... within a minute a US army convoy passes by ... they take the Dunken turnoff ...
... I speed north with no running lights ...
... it appears I may have precious little time to do what I have to do ... the black horse had better be speedy ...
... first Corona .... I checked my messages on my cell phone ... it was from 'Phil S' ... 'stay away from Corona' ... great ... the next stop will have to be the town library ... if I can't go to Corona ... the geology department of the library will do nicely ...
To quote from verse 815 of the Krome Koan,
' ... in the vastness of space and the immensity of time, it is my joy to share a planet and an epoch with anyone reading this ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
(to be continued) ...
... I woke up in my truck ... behind the wheel ... the sun had set ... it was pitch black .. just the hum of the substation and the waxing moon ... it was cold ... I was shivering ... I started the truck ... I was pretty sure if what happened tonight was real ... if it was even close to being partially true .... I had the missing piece of the puzzle .. .to make sense out of all this ...
... I just needed two more bits of info ... I needed to get over to Corona ... where the 1947 crash site was .. and I needed to get to the UFO Museum ... maybe the missile silo ... but I think the UFO Museum would tell the story ...
... I drove back west towards the main road ... both cell phones rang ... the one I had acquired at White Sands ... and mine ... great ... I decided to answer the found one as mine would take a message/voice mail ...
... hello ... no one there ... again, it was a text ... I pulled over, activated the phone menu to try to figure out how to access the text messages ... I finally figured it out ... 'only you can stop this' ...
... well .. it's good to know it will stop ... but again ... a message I knew not what the hell to do with and even what 'what' was ... I drilled down the menu to get more stats on the message itself ...
... the time sent was 10:15 PM ... wtf ... the message was sent 2 hours later than it was when I received it ... it was from a PWT ... I continued to work with the menu and finally got the date of the message ... finally I got it ... 6 August 1945 ... another message from the multiverse ...
... PWT ... I don't know ... and then I thought of what I saw in the shed ... B29 ... Enola Gay ... PWT ... Paul Warfield Tibbets ... commander of the Enola Gay ... dropped 'little boy' on Hiroshima ... on the 6 August 1945 .... but it was a morning drop ... wait a minute ... 10:15 PM here is ... 8:15 AM in Hiroshima ...
... OK ... I think I know what ... oh no ... I've got to get to Corona as quickly as I can ... I turn on to the highway and start to head north ...
... in the distance I see the headlights of a long line of vehicles coming my way ... they appear to be traveling as a convoy ... I pull off the road behind a rest stop picnic enclosure ... within a minute a US army convoy passes by ... they take the Dunken turnoff ...
... I speed north with no running lights ...
... it appears I may have precious little time to do what I have to do ... the black horse had better be speedy ...
... first Corona .... I checked my messages on my cell phone ... it was from 'Phil S' ... 'stay away from Corona' ... great ... the next stop will have to be the town library ... if I can't go to Corona ... the geology department of the library will do nicely ...
To quote from verse 815 of the Krome Koan,
' ... in the vastness of space and the immensity of time, it is my joy to share a planet and an epoch with anyone reading this ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Dunken Do Nots ...
Hello Folks,
Dunken, New Mexico ... named for Oscar J. Dunken ... first settler and postmaster ... around 1904 .... it is listed as a ghost town ... not quite ... it has a church .... and it has a large highways maintenance shed ... and I mean large ...
Behind the shed is a substation ... and a microwave dish ... and you sit there and you wonder ... there is nothing for 10 - 15 miles in any direction ... a substation here ... but soon you figure out, that the substation is not a step down for local distribution ... it is feeding the maintenance shed directly .. what the hell is in the shed ... and what are they receiving on that dish ...
I walked around the shed ... no windows ... there was a large door ... the size of a garage door on the front ... but ... it wasn't a door .. I mean until you got up to it it looked like a large door ... and then you realized it was a carefully constructed facade to look like a door ... which .. wasn't a door ...
I walked back to the substation and then I walked all 4 sides of the fence that enclosed it ... I did this 4 or 5 times until I figured it out... the small trailer in there ... the door to the trailer ... that was the entrance ...
I was the only person around .... I pulled my truck up to the fence ... got on top of the truck and jumped over the fence and into the substation enclosure .... the door simply rotated on a central pivot ... I was inside in no time ... a set of dimly lit stairs led down towards to a concrete hallway ... at the end of the hallway another set of stairs leading up to an opening that had to be the inside of the shed ...
I proceeded down the hallway and up the stairs .. an AC hum was getting noticeably louder as I ascended the stairs ...I paused at the threshold and carefully looked beyond the opening to get a sense of whether anyone was there ... no one in sight ... I stepped in ... and was confronted with banks and banks of computer processing equipment ... maybe a Cray or two ... somehow connected to what I will call a laser ... and all of this connected to and dwarfed by what I will call a large cannon or gun ... that could clearly be rotated, elevated and therefore aimed ...
... I could only assume this facility is operated remotely ... no sooner did I have that thought when a large video display powered up ... it was simply filled with blue .... but the screen was split ... one was labelled 'NOW' ... the adjacent screen labelled 'THEN' ...
... all of a sudden, there was a loud klaxon sounding ... and then the cannon or gun began rotating and elevating at the same time ... it came to a sudden, metallic halt ... now all I could hear was that AC hum ...
On the 'NOW" side of the video screen was a large aircraft ... prop driven ... it was a B-29 ... it was in the process of taking off ... as it ran down the runway at ever increasing velocity ... it went by a familiar landmark ... the water tower at the former Walker Air Base ...
As it lifted off I could read the name on the nose of the aircraft, 'Enola Gay' ... it gained altitude and gently turned to the SW ... towards ... Dunken ... now cross hairs showed on the video screen ... the 'NOW' video screen split switched to another camera source ... the 'Enola Gay' was coming directly towards the screen ... it's bomb bay doors open ...
At that moment ... there is a large burst of energy in the shed ... suspended globes around the facility glow brightly ... an intense narrow beam of light is 'fired' by the cannon ... on the video screen the beam hits the 'Enola Gay' ... the aircraft shimmers and disappears ... the 'Enola Gay' appears on the screen split labeled 'THEN' .... a bomb is dropped ... and the 'Enola Gay' accelerates and climbs quickly ... the bomb bay doors close ... the camera swings down ... it is a warm hazy day ... there is a brilliant flash ... Hiroshima is consumed by a man made sun ...the video screen goes dead ....
... a hand reaches out and touches me on the shoulder ... I scream ... oh, how I scream ... the blackness of the horse is welcomed ...
(to be continued) ...
To quote from verse 1904 of the Krome Koan,
' ... to read is to voyage through time ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Dunken, New Mexico ... named for Oscar J. Dunken ... first settler and postmaster ... around 1904 .... it is listed as a ghost town ... not quite ... it has a church .... and it has a large highways maintenance shed ... and I mean large ...
Behind the shed is a substation ... and a microwave dish ... and you sit there and you wonder ... there is nothing for 10 - 15 miles in any direction ... a substation here ... but soon you figure out, that the substation is not a step down for local distribution ... it is feeding the maintenance shed directly .. what the hell is in the shed ... and what are they receiving on that dish ...
I walked around the shed ... no windows ... there was a large door ... the size of a garage door on the front ... but ... it wasn't a door .. I mean until you got up to it it looked like a large door ... and then you realized it was a carefully constructed facade to look like a door ... which .. wasn't a door ...
I walked back to the substation and then I walked all 4 sides of the fence that enclosed it ... I did this 4 or 5 times until I figured it out... the small trailer in there ... the door to the trailer ... that was the entrance ...
I was the only person around .... I pulled my truck up to the fence ... got on top of the truck and jumped over the fence and into the substation enclosure .... the door simply rotated on a central pivot ... I was inside in no time ... a set of dimly lit stairs led down towards to a concrete hallway ... at the end of the hallway another set of stairs leading up to an opening that had to be the inside of the shed ...
... I could only assume this facility is operated remotely ... no sooner did I have that thought when a large video display powered up ... it was simply filled with blue .... but the screen was split ... one was labelled 'NOW' ... the adjacent screen labelled 'THEN' ...
... all of a sudden, there was a loud klaxon sounding ... and then the cannon or gun began rotating and elevating at the same time ... it came to a sudden, metallic halt ... now all I could hear was that AC hum ...
On the 'NOW" side of the video screen was a large aircraft ... prop driven ... it was a B-29 ... it was in the process of taking off ... as it ran down the runway at ever increasing velocity ... it went by a familiar landmark ... the water tower at the former Walker Air Base ...
As it lifted off I could read the name on the nose of the aircraft, 'Enola Gay' ... it gained altitude and gently turned to the SW ... towards ... Dunken ... now cross hairs showed on the video screen ... the 'NOW' video screen split switched to another camera source ... the 'Enola Gay' was coming directly towards the screen ... it's bomb bay doors open ...
At that moment ... there is a large burst of energy in the shed ... suspended globes around the facility glow brightly ... an intense narrow beam of light is 'fired' by the cannon ... on the video screen the beam hits the 'Enola Gay' ... the aircraft shimmers and disappears ... the 'Enola Gay' appears on the screen split labeled 'THEN' .... a bomb is dropped ... and the 'Enola Gay' accelerates and climbs quickly ... the bomb bay doors close ... the camera swings down ... it is a warm hazy day ... there is a brilliant flash ... Hiroshima is consumed by a man made sun ...the video screen goes dead ....
... a hand reaches out and touches me on the shoulder ... I scream ... oh, how I scream ... the blackness of the horse is welcomed ...
(to be continued) ...
To quote from verse 1904 of the Krome Koan,
' ... to read is to voyage through time ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Black & Blue Moon ...
Hello Folks,
... a full moon .. a bad moon is rising ... 3 days earlier a large solar flare issued forth from the surface of the sun ... waves of erratic EMF radiate out from the flare source ... the radiation arrives as the full moon shines brightly ... in the northern hemisphere eerie lights pulsate through the night sky ...
... in several small towns in North America, women are giving birth to babies at a rate statistically higher than the norm, those incarcerated are restless .. some are uncontrollable ... dogs, normally friendly, show their teeth easily on this night ...
... in a small town in New Mexico, the local police corner a suspected drug trafficker in a rundown shamble of a trailer ... they encourage him to come out with his hands up ... when he comes out, they take him down with swings of billy clubs and kicks of large field boots ...
... the suspect, a Native American, remembers when he used to fly out of the Walker Air Force Base in Roswell ... he longs to end the 'groundhog day' that has become his life ... a daily litany of drugs and alcohol ... kick me in the head ... harder ...
... one of the police officers stops kicking ... pulls the other one away ... enough ... this isn't right .. we're going to kill him ... the other police officer clubs his partner over the head with his billy club ... his partner can't find the ground fast enough ... the other officer continues kicking and beating the suspect ... take that you SOB ... I should had that promotion .. if it wasn't for that (smash), lousy (crack), MF'en cousiin of the chief (splash) ....
... in small towns in other parts of North America, Europe, Asia, etc., this scene repeats itself ... more brutally in some cases ... the intervention of one partner to stop the senseless violence causes a 'split' ... these 'splits' are synergistic ... a force is unleashed in the quantum multiverse ... this force breaks through into our world and becomes 'visible' to those who have also been the victims of violence and long for an escape from incarceration, torture, domestic violence, etc. ... there is no timeline in the multiverse ... things can braek through to this world at any multiverse time ... past, present or future ...
.... a full moon rises over the south western desert plain .... the camp fires are dying now ... the feasting time is over ...several sentinels are in the mounds ...guarding against a surprise attack ... to while away the night hours on watch, some of them hammer out images on the rock ... giant birds, antelope, deer, imaginary figures, figures described by the shaman ...
...one of these sentinels 'sees something' ... he is smaller than the rest and is always subject to much physical abuse ... what he sees, is being seen by others in his situation all over the globe ... it is really in his/their mind ... but it is so clear it appears to be 'real' ... it is a large object ... tall, rectangular with an angular top ... there are large 'stone' birds flying around it ... bigger than he has ever seen ... the sentinel begins to chip what he sees into the rock ... it is different than any of the rock art previously created in this area ... it will be the subject of future debate and will be completely misunderstood ...
... the year is 1222 AD ... the young sentinel is the progenitor of the suspect in 'small town' NM ... the vision he has just had is that of the air traffic control tower at the Walker Air Force Base ... is it real ... well there are two answers ...in 1222, no ... in 1947, yes ....
... the suspect currently being beaten to death has one final thought before his sweet release .... thank God I can now forget what happened in Dunken ....
... somewhere in the darkness, a black horse whinnies at the moon ...
... to quote from verse 1222 of the Krome Koan,
' ... where we have strong emotions, we're liable to fool ourselves ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
... a full moon .. a bad moon is rising ... 3 days earlier a large solar flare issued forth from the surface of the sun ... waves of erratic EMF radiate out from the flare source ... the radiation arrives as the full moon shines brightly ... in the northern hemisphere eerie lights pulsate through the night sky ...
... in several small towns in North America, women are giving birth to babies at a rate statistically higher than the norm, those incarcerated are restless .. some are uncontrollable ... dogs, normally friendly, show their teeth easily on this night ...
... in a small town in New Mexico, the local police corner a suspected drug trafficker in a rundown shamble of a trailer ... they encourage him to come out with his hands up ... when he comes out, they take him down with swings of billy clubs and kicks of large field boots ...
... the suspect, a Native American, remembers when he used to fly out of the Walker Air Force Base in Roswell ... he longs to end the 'groundhog day' that has become his life ... a daily litany of drugs and alcohol ... kick me in the head ... harder ...
... one of the police officers stops kicking ... pulls the other one away ... enough ... this isn't right .. we're going to kill him ... the other police officer clubs his partner over the head with his billy club ... his partner can't find the ground fast enough ... the other officer continues kicking and beating the suspect ... take that you SOB ... I should had that promotion .. if it wasn't for that (smash), lousy (crack), MF'en cousiin of the chief (splash) ....
... in small towns in other parts of North America, Europe, Asia, etc., this scene repeats itself ... more brutally in some cases ... the intervention of one partner to stop the senseless violence causes a 'split' ... these 'splits' are synergistic ... a force is unleashed in the quantum multiverse ... this force breaks through into our world and becomes 'visible' to those who have also been the victims of violence and long for an escape from incarceration, torture, domestic violence, etc. ... there is no timeline in the multiverse ... things can braek through to this world at any multiverse time ... past, present or future ...
.... a full moon rises over the south western desert plain .... the camp fires are dying now ... the feasting time is over ...several sentinels are in the mounds ...guarding against a surprise attack ... to while away the night hours on watch, some of them hammer out images on the rock ... giant birds, antelope, deer, imaginary figures, figures described by the shaman ...
...one of these sentinels 'sees something' ... he is smaller than the rest and is always subject to much physical abuse ... what he sees, is being seen by others in his situation all over the globe ... it is really in his/their mind ... but it is so clear it appears to be 'real' ... it is a large object ... tall, rectangular with an angular top ... there are large 'stone' birds flying around it ... bigger than he has ever seen ... the sentinel begins to chip what he sees into the rock ... it is different than any of the rock art previously created in this area ... it will be the subject of future debate and will be completely misunderstood ...
... the year is 1222 AD ... the young sentinel is the progenitor of the suspect in 'small town' NM ... the vision he has just had is that of the air traffic control tower at the Walker Air Force Base ... is it real ... well there are two answers ...in 1222, no ... in 1947, yes ....
... the suspect currently being beaten to death has one final thought before his sweet release .... thank God I can now forget what happened in Dunken ....
... somewhere in the darkness, a black horse whinnies at the moon ...
... to quote from verse 1222 of the Krome Koan,
' ... where we have strong emotions, we're liable to fool ourselves ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Friday, February 18, 2011
There's More To The Picture ...
Hello Folks,
(to be continued) ....
... too early for a dirt nap ... a sand nap actually ... I got up, brushed the sand of my self as best I could ... dug the truck out with my snow scraper .... and slowly worked my way back to Roswell through Cloudcroft and Mayhill .... trying to sort this all out ...
... I am supposed to go through my pictures .. looking for what ... something to do with rock art ... I am sorry ... I can't see it ... I am more interested in those missile silos ... and I haven't made it to the UFO Museum yet ... the pictures can wait ...
.... I got home at sunset ... when the sun goes down in this country, it goes down ... twilight is very brief ... it's like turning a switch off ... I pull into the yard, close the gate ... walk up the steps to unlock the door ... and there is a parcel on the doorstep ... a parcel addressed to 'Phil S' care of ... me ...
.... I gathered it up ... very light, about a foot square ... brought it in ... set it on the table and had a shower ... I came back to it ... it was from 'ros' ... I cut the tape with my jackknife and opened it up ... inside was an 8 1/2 x 11 picture .... of someone holding another picture ... the main element of the picture was the air traffic control tower at the former Walker Air Force Base here in Roswell ...
... the picture being held into the exposed frame by who knows who was another picture of rock art ... maybe from the area I had visited a couple of weeks ago ... the rock art picture and the control tower were the same ... what was chipped into the rock 400 - 800 years ago is standing two miles south of me as I type this ...
OK ... it appears there is a definite connection with the rock art ... but thinking back to the museum in Ruidoso, how do all these pieces all connect together ...
... I accidentally knocked the picture on the floor ...where it landed face down ... there was writing on the back ... I picked it up ... in the lower right hand corner there was a note ... it said very simply ...
'Phil ... I love your photography Phil ... I'll be touch .... 'Phil S' ... PS ... the missile silo is interesting ... a visit to Dunken is a must ...
I looked at the photograph again ... yes ... it was mine ... they were both mine ... wtf is going on .... who the hell is holding the picture within the picture ... I haven't even printed it yet, let alone taken it ... how is it there ... where or what is Dunken ...
... you can lead a black horse to water ... but can he swim ...
To quote from verse 1211 of the Krome Koan,
' ..skeptical scrutiny is the means, in both science and religion, by which deep insights can be winnowed from deep nonsense ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
(to be continued) ....
... too early for a dirt nap ... a sand nap actually ... I got up, brushed the sand of my self as best I could ... dug the truck out with my snow scraper .... and slowly worked my way back to Roswell through Cloudcroft and Mayhill .... trying to sort this all out ...
... I am supposed to go through my pictures .. looking for what ... something to do with rock art ... I am sorry ... I can't see it ... I am more interested in those missile silos ... and I haven't made it to the UFO Museum yet ... the pictures can wait ...
.... I got home at sunset ... when the sun goes down in this country, it goes down ... twilight is very brief ... it's like turning a switch off ... I pull into the yard, close the gate ... walk up the steps to unlock the door ... and there is a parcel on the doorstep ... a parcel addressed to 'Phil S' care of ... me ...
.... I gathered it up ... very light, about a foot square ... brought it in ... set it on the table and had a shower ... I came back to it ... it was from 'ros' ... I cut the tape with my jackknife and opened it up ... inside was an 8 1/2 x 11 picture .... of someone holding another picture ... the main element of the picture was the air traffic control tower at the former Walker Air Force Base here in Roswell ...
... the picture being held into the exposed frame by who knows who was another picture of rock art ... maybe from the area I had visited a couple of weeks ago ... the rock art picture and the control tower were the same ... what was chipped into the rock 400 - 800 years ago is standing two miles south of me as I type this ...
OK ... it appears there is a definite connection with the rock art ... but thinking back to the museum in Ruidoso, how do all these pieces all connect together ...
... I accidentally knocked the picture on the floor ...where it landed face down ... there was writing on the back ... I picked it up ... in the lower right hand corner there was a note ... it said very simply ...
'Phil ... I love your photography Phil ... I'll be touch .... 'Phil S' ... PS ... the missile silo is interesting ... a visit to Dunken is a must ...
I looked at the photograph again ... yes ... it was mine ... they were both mine ... wtf is going on .... who the hell is holding the picture within the picture ... I haven't even printed it yet, let alone taken it ... how is it there ... where or what is Dunken ...
... you can lead a black horse to water ... but can he swim ...
To quote from verse 1211 of the Krome Koan,
' ..skeptical scrutiny is the means, in both science and religion, by which deep insights can be winnowed from deep nonsense ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Snap .. Crackle ... POP ...
Hello Folks,
(to be continued) ...
...and with a push against the velvet resistance and a pop ... there I was ... somewhere in the desert ... sunrise had not happened yet but the burgeoning glow in the east indicated it would be soon ...
... I glanced at my watch .. it was 5:29 AM, 16 July 1945 ... just ahead there was an oil drill derrick about 25 - 30 meters high ... but there was something suspended in it about 3/4 of the way up ... it looked like a diving bell ... or a bathyscaphe ....
... and then I knew ... knew it as sure as death rides a black horse ... this was Trinity Site ... I glanced at my watch again ... 5:29:40 ... there was no sense in running ... 42 ...43 ...44 ....
... the implosion of the suspended apparatus caused an immediate concussion wave ... as I was pushed into the velvet resistance .. the light and heat of a dozen suns washed over the area where I had been standing ....
... and with a push against the velvet resistance and a pop ... I was somewhere in an underground cavern ... laid out on the ground .... I thought I was going to have a heart attack ... hell ... I wished I would have a heart attack ... I was absolutely terrified ...
... a hand reached down and grabbed mine .... pulling me up slowly ... the hand seemed to be attached to a smiling face ... 'Phil S' ... 'I thought you might enjoy seeing that .. I never get tired of it ..' I punched him in the face .... wtf are you trying to do ... kill me ...
'Phil S' ... jumped up gasping ... 'don't disagree with me ... you don't know what can happen here in the multiverse ... it can kill me and trap you .... just calm down ... let me explain ... just don't do anything until you hear me out ...'
I walked around him ... just like some animal who realizes that there is no choice but to turn and take a stand ... ' let me explain ... give me a chance ... look at your watch ...' ... it was 5 July 1947 ...
'... you are in the multiverse .. the year is 1947 and you are adjacent to what will become Atlas Missile Silo Site 9 at Picacho ... in a few hours an accident will occur that will be referred to as the Roswell UFO Incident .... '
' ... you can't disagree with me in the multiverse ... we can't afford to have 'splits' between you and me in this place ... the 'splits' will kill me and they will trap you here ... I have no time to explain this ... ignore it at your peril ...'
' ... that is the reason I can only communicate in riddles ... if I give you direct information and you disagree ... we 'split' ... that 'split' destroys my future ability to communicate with you ...'
' ... you have been exposed to a great deal of information ... to you it looks disconnected and random ... having no relationship ... nothing could be further from the truth ... you have all the information you need to put it together ... it starts with the rock art ... trust me on this ... don't say a thing ... don't even open your mouth ... we can't afford a 'split' ... look at your pictures ... compare the rock art to the other things you have seen ... and remember this ... time in the multiverse runs both ways .... '
... with that he pulls out a canister of something and throws it at my feet ... there is an explosion concussion wave .... I push through the velvet resistance and pop ... I am standing beside my truck ... in White Sands National Monument ... I glance at my watch ... no time has passed .... since the first pop to the Trinity Site ...
I stumble forward and collapse on the ground .... the cell phone rings ... I answer it .... Amelia says ... well did 'Phil S' have a message for me .... I roll over and an F15 roars overhead about 15 feet off the ground ... a wall of sand follows it half burying me and the truck ... ' time and tide wait for no man ...' Amelia says '... get back to Roswell and have a look at those pictures ... '
... I think I'll just take a nap for a while ...yes ... that's what I need ... a nap ...
(to be continued)
To quote from from verse 1607 of the Krome Koan,
' ... if we long to believe that the stars rise and set for us; that we are the reason there is a universe, does science do us a disservice in deflating our conceits ...'
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
(to be continued) ...
...and with a push against the velvet resistance and a pop ... there I was ... somewhere in the desert ... sunrise had not happened yet but the burgeoning glow in the east indicated it would be soon ...
... I glanced at my watch .. it was 5:29 AM, 16 July 1945 ... just ahead there was an oil drill derrick about 25 - 30 meters high ... but there was something suspended in it about 3/4 of the way up ... it looked like a diving bell ... or a bathyscaphe ....
... and then I knew ... knew it as sure as death rides a black horse ... this was Trinity Site ... I glanced at my watch again ... 5:29:40 ... there was no sense in running ... 42 ...43 ...44 ....
... the implosion of the suspended apparatus caused an immediate concussion wave ... as I was pushed into the velvet resistance .. the light and heat of a dozen suns washed over the area where I had been standing ....
... and with a push against the velvet resistance and a pop ... I was somewhere in an underground cavern ... laid out on the ground .... I thought I was going to have a heart attack ... hell ... I wished I would have a heart attack ... I was absolutely terrified ...
... a hand reached down and grabbed mine .... pulling me up slowly ... the hand seemed to be attached to a smiling face ... 'Phil S' ... 'I thought you might enjoy seeing that .. I never get tired of it ..' I punched him in the face .... wtf are you trying to do ... kill me ...
'Phil S' ... jumped up gasping ... 'don't disagree with me ... you don't know what can happen here in the multiverse ... it can kill me and trap you .... just calm down ... let me explain ... just don't do anything until you hear me out ...'
I walked around him ... just like some animal who realizes that there is no choice but to turn and take a stand ... ' let me explain ... give me a chance ... look at your watch ...' ... it was 5 July 1947 ...
'... you are in the multiverse .. the year is 1947 and you are adjacent to what will become Atlas Missile Silo Site 9 at Picacho ... in a few hours an accident will occur that will be referred to as the Roswell UFO Incident .... '
' ... you can't disagree with me in the multiverse ... we can't afford to have 'splits' between you and me in this place ... the 'splits' will kill me and they will trap you here ... I have no time to explain this ... ignore it at your peril ...'
' ... that is the reason I can only communicate in riddles ... if I give you direct information and you disagree ... we 'split' ... that 'split' destroys my future ability to communicate with you ...'
' ... you have been exposed to a great deal of information ... to you it looks disconnected and random ... having no relationship ... nothing could be further from the truth ... you have all the information you need to put it together ... it starts with the rock art ... trust me on this ... don't say a thing ... don't even open your mouth ... we can't afford a 'split' ... look at your pictures ... compare the rock art to the other things you have seen ... and remember this ... time in the multiverse runs both ways .... '
... with that he pulls out a canister of something and throws it at my feet ... there is an explosion concussion wave .... I push through the velvet resistance and pop ... I am standing beside my truck ... in White Sands National Monument ... I glance at my watch ... no time has passed .... since the first pop to the Trinity Site ...
I stumble forward and collapse on the ground .... the cell phone rings ... I answer it .... Amelia says ... well did 'Phil S' have a message for me .... I roll over and an F15 roars overhead about 15 feet off the ground ... a wall of sand follows it half burying me and the truck ... ' time and tide wait for no man ...' Amelia says '... get back to Roswell and have a look at those pictures ... '
... I think I'll just take a nap for a while ...yes ... that's what I need ... a nap ...
(to be continued)
To quote from from verse 1607 of the Krome Koan,
' ... if we long to believe that the stars rise and set for us; that we are the reason there is a universe, does science do us a disservice in deflating our conceits ...'
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Boomer, Baby ....
Hello Folks,
Amelia Earhart ... do I think 'ros' is crazy ... no ... I think he is probably bang on ... we talked a while about how that could be ... I then asked him if I could talk to his source(s) ... he said it was source and he had passed away 5 years ago ... he then asked me to follow-up on something ... the ranch hand that found the debris field from the UFO crash was named Bill Brazel ... his uncle, Jesse Wayne Brazel shot Pat Garrett and Pat Garrett shot Billy The Kid ... 'ros' said visit the Ruidoso River Museum and let me know what you think ...
I thanked 'ros' for the info ... hopped in the truck and hit the highway for Ruidoso ... 90 minutes later I was at the museum door ... I paid my $5 and was greeted with an eclectic collection of Billy The Kid/Pat Garrett history, a collection of minerals and fossils, a collection of entertainment memorabilia from various singers, actors, politicians; collection of Native American costumes and artifacts and a collection of 'alien' figures, carvings, etc. ...
A fascinating collection of odds and ends ... or are they odds and ends ... are the artifacts, history and memorabilia displayed here somehow related .... and if so how .... what is 'hiding in plain sight' at this museum ...
I decided to carry on to the White Sands Missile Range ... about another hour or so by road ... the range borders Holloman Air Force Base .. where in 1973, a UFO allegedly landed at that airport ...
You can't get into the missile range itself ... but you can get into White Sands National Monument ... which is what I did ... now what ...
I drove to the end of the monument road ... took a few photos ... as I was working my way back ... a fighter broke the sound barrier and that boom reverberated between the Sacramento Mountains and the range to the west ... shortly after that there was 4 consecutive explosions and as I turned upward to see what was going on ... something whizzed by me and landed in the brush and sand to my immediate left ...
I walked over ... it was a cell phone ... I picked it up and it rang ... I answered ... 'can you still see me', a voice said ... what do you mean 'see' you ... the F-15 .. can you still see me ...'
I start looking around ... yes ... over the mountains ... yes, I can still see you ... good ... I want you to get into your truck and drive back to the end of the road ... right now ... I'll phone when you get there ...'
I jump in the truck and ten minutes later, I am at the end of the road ... I get out ... the phone rings ... '...OK .. walk to the middle of the plowed area ... I am going to break the sound barrier on a dive just over your head ... don't be scared ... what will happen next .. .you have experienced before ...' wait a minute ...what do you mean .... I turn around and an F15 is coming straight at me ... at the last minute it pulls up ... there is one hell of an explosion ... I feel that soft velvet pressure ... as I move into the multiverse, the female voice on the phone says ... 'tell 'Phil S' ... if you see him, that Amelia says hello ... and his black horse is safe ....'
(to be continued)
Top quote from verse 'xxxx' of the Krome Koan,
' ...it is sometimes said that scientists are unromantic, that their passion to 'figure out' robs the world of beauty and mystery ... it does no harm to the romance of the sunset to know a little bit about it ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Amelia Earhart ... do I think 'ros' is crazy ... no ... I think he is probably bang on ... we talked a while about how that could be ... I then asked him if I could talk to his source(s) ... he said it was source and he had passed away 5 years ago ... he then asked me to follow-up on something ... the ranch hand that found the debris field from the UFO crash was named Bill Brazel ... his uncle, Jesse Wayne Brazel shot Pat Garrett and Pat Garrett shot Billy The Kid ... 'ros' said visit the Ruidoso River Museum and let me know what you think ...
I thanked 'ros' for the info ... hopped in the truck and hit the highway for Ruidoso ... 90 minutes later I was at the museum door ... I paid my $5 and was greeted with an eclectic collection of Billy The Kid/Pat Garrett history, a collection of minerals and fossils, a collection of entertainment memorabilia from various singers, actors, politicians; collection of Native American costumes and artifacts and a collection of 'alien' figures, carvings, etc. ...
A fascinating collection of odds and ends ... or are they odds and ends ... are the artifacts, history and memorabilia displayed here somehow related .... and if so how .... what is 'hiding in plain sight' at this museum ...
I decided to carry on to the White Sands Missile Range ... about another hour or so by road ... the range borders Holloman Air Force Base .. where in 1973, a UFO allegedly landed at that airport ...
You can't get into the missile range itself ... but you can get into White Sands National Monument ... which is what I did ... now what ...
I drove to the end of the monument road ... took a few photos ... as I was working my way back ... a fighter broke the sound barrier and that boom reverberated between the Sacramento Mountains and the range to the west ... shortly after that there was 4 consecutive explosions and as I turned upward to see what was going on ... something whizzed by me and landed in the brush and sand to my immediate left ...
I walked over ... it was a cell phone ... I picked it up and it rang ... I answered ... 'can you still see me', a voice said ... what do you mean 'see' you ... the F-15 .. can you still see me ...'
I start looking around ... yes ... over the mountains ... yes, I can still see you ... good ... I want you to get into your truck and drive back to the end of the road ... right now ... I'll phone when you get there ...'
I jump in the truck and ten minutes later, I am at the end of the road ... I get out ... the phone rings ... '...OK .. walk to the middle of the plowed area ... I am going to break the sound barrier on a dive just over your head ... don't be scared ... what will happen next .. .you have experienced before ...' wait a minute ...what do you mean .... I turn around and an F15 is coming straight at me ... at the last minute it pulls up ... there is one hell of an explosion ... I feel that soft velvet pressure ... as I move into the multiverse, the female voice on the phone says ... 'tell 'Phil S' ... if you see him, that Amelia says hello ... and his black horse is safe ....'
(to be continued)
Top quote from verse 'xxxx' of the Krome Koan,
' ...it is sometimes said that scientists are unromantic, that their passion to 'figure out' robs the world of beauty and mystery ... it does no harm to the romance of the sunset to know a little bit about it ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
It's Plain To See ...
Hello Folks,
It seems that I just can't get to Ruidoso ... again I was on the way when I received another text message ... not from 'Phil S' ... but from someone we will refer to as 'ros' .... a complete message ... 'Phil ... I am following your blog .. meet me at the Walker Air Force Base museum at 2 PM ... I have some information for you ... I am co-author of a book on the Roswell UFO crash ...
Well .. what could I do .. I turned around and at 2PM I was there waiting ... 'ros drives up and promptly introduces himself ... he has very close cropped hair, has over-sized and very dark sunglasses and is wearing running shoes that have a coil spring where a heel normally can be found ...
He asks me to follow him and while I do, he relates the facts as he knows them from the Roswell UFO crash ... chronology, names ... he knows it cold ... he relates a trip he made to the Corona debris site ... he discusses what he believes is the best scenario that fits the facts ... tremendous thunder storms on the night of 6/7 July ... lightning strikes one of two UFOs flying in close proximity to each other ... they collide ... one veers off ... losing debris that lands in the Corona area ... the other UFO crashes ... resulting in recovery of the craft and bodies ....
After about 15 minutes we were standing adjacent to a water tower ... looking at a large hanger ... he described how the alien autopsy had to be stopped at the base hospital ... too hot, too fetid, too irritable to the eyes and sinuses ... the autopsy location was quickly changed to Hanger 84 ... the hanger we were looking at right now ... when the autopsy was complete ... the bodies, the craft, the recovered debris were all loaded into a B-29 and flown to Dallas-Fort Worth and from there flown to Dayton, Ohio .... and the trail disappeared ...
The hanger is now owned by Aersale ... they purchase aircraft from airlines that are surplus to their current needs ... and lease the aircraft back, strip the aircraft and lease the engines back or completely dismantle the aircraft for spare parts supply ....
'Now what has all this got to do with everything', 'ros' said. 'It's simply this .... I like your take on 'hide in plain sight' ... I have it on good authority that the same B-29 that took that craft, bodies and debris out of here in 1947 ... that same plane has been flying in here at night .... once every 10 to 15 years ... it is brought into the hanger .... parts for that aircraft are brought from somewhere underneath the hanger ... it is 'maintained' and then leaves the airport before sunrise .... '
'Phil ... you need to get down underneath this hanger and find out what is going on ...'
No ... I disagree .... we need to find out where that plane is coming from and where it is going to ... and who is flying it ... I asked 'ros' what the range of that aircraft would be fully loaded with fuel but empty ... 6000 miles ... I ask him how far it is from here to Bermuda ... he scratches his head ... it's 1500 miles ....
... that airplane flies from here to the triangle and returns to 1947 ... what I want to know is where it comes back to the present and who the hell is in the cockpit ...
Well ... I don't know where it comes from .... but we know who flies it ... sort of ... says 'ros' ... what do you mean sort of .... when it arrives .... there is no one on board ... or at least nothing that can be seen ... when it leaves, a pilot arrives 20 minutes beforehand and walks directly on board the plane .... who is it ....
Phil ... you're going to think I am crazy ... not that you don't already ... the pilot is Amelia Earhart ...
... (to be continued)
To quote from verse 1897 of the Krome Koan,
' ... It is all a matter of time scale. An event that would be unthinkable in a hundred years may be inevitable in a hundred million ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter ... on a black horse ...
It seems that I just can't get to Ruidoso ... again I was on the way when I received another text message ... not from 'Phil S' ... but from someone we will refer to as 'ros' .... a complete message ... 'Phil ... I am following your blog .. meet me at the Walker Air Force Base museum at 2 PM ... I have some information for you ... I am co-author of a book on the Roswell UFO crash ...
Well .. what could I do .. I turned around and at 2PM I was there waiting ... 'ros drives up and promptly introduces himself ... he has very close cropped hair, has over-sized and very dark sunglasses and is wearing running shoes that have a coil spring where a heel normally can be found ...
He asks me to follow him and while I do, he relates the facts as he knows them from the Roswell UFO crash ... chronology, names ... he knows it cold ... he relates a trip he made to the Corona debris site ... he discusses what he believes is the best scenario that fits the facts ... tremendous thunder storms on the night of 6/7 July ... lightning strikes one of two UFOs flying in close proximity to each other ... they collide ... one veers off ... losing debris that lands in the Corona area ... the other UFO crashes ... resulting in recovery of the craft and bodies ....
After about 15 minutes we were standing adjacent to a water tower ... looking at a large hanger ... he described how the alien autopsy had to be stopped at the base hospital ... too hot, too fetid, too irritable to the eyes and sinuses ... the autopsy location was quickly changed to Hanger 84 ... the hanger we were looking at right now ... when the autopsy was complete ... the bodies, the craft, the recovered debris were all loaded into a B-29 and flown to Dallas-Fort Worth and from there flown to Dayton, Ohio .... and the trail disappeared ...
The hanger is now owned by Aersale ... they purchase aircraft from airlines that are surplus to their current needs ... and lease the aircraft back, strip the aircraft and lease the engines back or completely dismantle the aircraft for spare parts supply ....
'Now what has all this got to do with everything', 'ros' said. 'It's simply this .... I like your take on 'hide in plain sight' ... I have it on good authority that the same B-29 that took that craft, bodies and debris out of here in 1947 ... that same plane has been flying in here at night .... once every 10 to 15 years ... it is brought into the hanger .... parts for that aircraft are brought from somewhere underneath the hanger ... it is 'maintained' and then leaves the airport before sunrise .... '
'Phil ... you need to get down underneath this hanger and find out what is going on ...'
No ... I disagree .... we need to find out where that plane is coming from and where it is going to ... and who is flying it ... I asked 'ros' what the range of that aircraft would be fully loaded with fuel but empty ... 6000 miles ... I ask him how far it is from here to Bermuda ... he scratches his head ... it's 1500 miles ....
... that airplane flies from here to the triangle and returns to 1947 ... what I want to know is where it comes back to the present and who the hell is in the cockpit ...
Well ... I don't know where it comes from .... but we know who flies it ... sort of ... says 'ros' ... what do you mean sort of .... when it arrives .... there is no one on board ... or at least nothing that can be seen ... when it leaves, a pilot arrives 20 minutes beforehand and walks directly on board the plane .... who is it ....
Phil ... you're going to think I am crazy ... not that you don't already ... the pilot is Amelia Earhart ...
... (to be continued)
To quote from verse 1897 of the Krome Koan,
' ... It is all a matter of time scale. An event that would be unthinkable in a hundred years may be inevitable in a hundred million ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter ... on a black horse ...
Monday, February 14, 2011
Holy, Holey, Holly ...
Hello Folks,
I was all prepared to start out for Ruidoso but as usual was distracted by something else ...
I am not a typist at all .. never was trained in how to type properly ... just use the old 'hunt and peck' style of two fingered typing ... that is basically how I discovered the key to the message from 'Phil S' ... just made a whole bunch of mistakes ...
I had been out at the the air force base .. chatting with some folks ... and we started talking about the 'cold war', fail safe missions, doomsday scenarios, etc. ... you name it ... the museum curator at the air base mentioned B-52s and fail-safe flights and one thing lead to another and we started talking about the the Atlas and Titan nuclear missile programs ...
He mentioned that the abandoned Atlas silos were still out there in the countryside .... OK .. so I started 'googling' them ... I am right handed ... all my typing errors are to the right of the key I mean to strike .. so if I am typing the word 'frank' .. it might come out ' frsmk' ...
So I start searching for missile and I completely flub it and it comes out ... ,ossle ... so 'Phil S' had posted ',odd;r do;p' ... so looking at my mistake and comparing it to the one from 'Phil S' gave me the idea to type what 'Phil S' did but hit every key just to the left of what 'Phil S' had typed ... if you do that you end with 'missile silo' ...
Now why 'Phil S' would do this I don't know .... so I start googling 'missile silo' and eventually I find this .... if you research this some more you soon find out the the military sold these sites and some are being used as homes and some are being used as server sites for data protection .... what I find interesting is that they are all 6 to 8 stories deep in the ground ... in other words they could be portals ...
The ground in this area is honeycombed with underground rivers ... there are tales told of trucks falling into sink holes and showing up in Carlsbad ... about 85 miles away ... with the drought the last two years ... it is possible there is underground interstate ... but for what ...
If you look at the missile sites on the above link ... the last one to the west is 'right' ... I don't know if that is 'Phil S' meant by his 'right key' spelling of missile silo ... but it's no harm to check it out on the way to Ruidoso ... also ... this silo is south of the area where the actual 1947 saucer came down ... so .. no stopping me this time ... as I ride out on my black horse ...
I took some time off from 'alien hunting' and drove over to Clovis on Saturday ... to see the Norman Petty Studios where Buddy Holly recorded his first two albums ... I drove into town .. walked into a music store .. asked where the studio was .. the next thing I knew the store manager makes a phone call ... and I have a 2 hour guided tour of the studio left just the way it was when Buddy recorded ... same mics .. same recording gear ... same layout ... but it gets better ... just as I was getting ready to leave David Bigham comes in ...
David was part of a Norman Petty managed group called The Roses ... you can read about them here ... David then proceeded to tell stories of working with and traveling with Roy Orbison and Buddy Holly ... needless to say I was in awe ... the pictures I have included in this blog are from that visit ... one that I will never forget as long as I live ...
The first photo is of a placard outside the studio ... the second is of Norman in front of a control room tape machine ... the third is of Buddy and The Crickets ... the fourth is of the gold record for 'Peggy Sue' ... the fifth is of the studio reception area ... the sixth is of the original mic Buddy used for all his vocals ... the seventh is of Buddy and The Crickets celebrating the number one status of 'That'll Be The Day' ... the eighth is of the studio control room today ... and the photo below is of Buddy on the 'day the music died' ... that's Waylon Jennings on the left ...
I was offered a chance to meet Peggy Sue Gerron ... who still lives and works in Clovis .... yes ... that Peggy Sue ... I politely declined ... it just would have been too much ... like meeting Eleanor Rigby ... or Long Tall Sally ... or Maybelline ... just too much ....
To quote from verse 1313 of the Krome Koan,
' ... when we recognize our place in an immensity of light-years and in the passage of ages, when we grasp the intricacy, beauty, and subtlety of life, then that soaring feeling, that sense of elation and humility combined, is surely spiritual ... so are our emotions in the presence of great art or music or literature, or acts of exemplary selfless courage such as those of Mohandas Gandhi or Martin Luther King, Jr. ... the notion that science and spirituality are somehow mutually exclusive does a disservice to both ...'
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
I was all prepared to start out for Ruidoso but as usual was distracted by something else ...
I am not a typist at all .. never was trained in how to type properly ... just use the old 'hunt and peck' style of two fingered typing ... that is basically how I discovered the key to the message from 'Phil S' ... just made a whole bunch of mistakes ...
I had been out at the the air force base .. chatting with some folks ... and we started talking about the 'cold war', fail safe missions, doomsday scenarios, etc. ... you name it ... the museum curator at the air base mentioned B-52s and fail-safe flights and one thing lead to another and we started talking about the the Atlas and Titan nuclear missile programs ...
He mentioned that the abandoned Atlas silos were still out there in the countryside .... OK .. so I started 'googling' them ... I am right handed ... all my typing errors are to the right of the key I mean to strike .. so if I am typing the word 'frank' .. it might come out ' frsmk' ...
So I start searching for missile and I completely flub it and it comes out ... ,ossle ... so 'Phil S' had posted ',odd;r do;p' ... so looking at my mistake and comparing it to the one from 'Phil S' gave me the idea to type what 'Phil S' did but hit every key just to the left of what 'Phil S' had typed ... if you do that you end with 'missile silo' ...
Now why 'Phil S' would do this I don't know .... so I start googling 'missile silo' and eventually I find this .... if you research this some more you soon find out the the military sold these sites and some are being used as homes and some are being used as server sites for data protection .... what I find interesting is that they are all 6 to 8 stories deep in the ground ... in other words they could be portals ...
The ground in this area is honeycombed with underground rivers ... there are tales told of trucks falling into sink holes and showing up in Carlsbad ... about 85 miles away ... with the drought the last two years ... it is possible there is underground interstate ... but for what ...
If you look at the missile sites on the above link ... the last one to the west is 'right' ... I don't know if that is 'Phil S' meant by his 'right key' spelling of missile silo ... but it's no harm to check it out on the way to Ruidoso ... also ... this silo is south of the area where the actual 1947 saucer came down ... so .. no stopping me this time ... as I ride out on my black horse ...
I took some time off from 'alien hunting' and drove over to Clovis on Saturday ... to see the Norman Petty Studios where Buddy Holly recorded his first two albums ... I drove into town .. walked into a music store .. asked where the studio was .. the next thing I knew the store manager makes a phone call ... and I have a 2 hour guided tour of the studio left just the way it was when Buddy recorded ... same mics .. same recording gear ... same layout ... but it gets better ... just as I was getting ready to leave David Bigham comes in ...
David was part of a Norman Petty managed group called The Roses ... you can read about them here ... David then proceeded to tell stories of working with and traveling with Roy Orbison and Buddy Holly ... needless to say I was in awe ... the pictures I have included in this blog are from that visit ... one that I will never forget as long as I live ...
The first photo is of a placard outside the studio ... the second is of Norman in front of a control room tape machine ... the third is of Buddy and The Crickets ... the fourth is of the gold record for 'Peggy Sue' ... the fifth is of the studio reception area ... the sixth is of the original mic Buddy used for all his vocals ... the seventh is of Buddy and The Crickets celebrating the number one status of 'That'll Be The Day' ... the eighth is of the studio control room today ... and the photo below is of Buddy on the 'day the music died' ... that's Waylon Jennings on the left ...
I was offered a chance to meet Peggy Sue Gerron ... who still lives and works in Clovis .... yes ... that Peggy Sue ... I politely declined ... it just would have been too much ... like meeting Eleanor Rigby ... or Long Tall Sally ... or Maybelline ... just too much ....
To quote from verse 1313 of the Krome Koan,
' ... when we recognize our place in an immensity of light-years and in the passage of ages, when we grasp the intricacy, beauty, and subtlety of life, then that soaring feeling, that sense of elation and humility combined, is surely spiritual ... so are our emotions in the presence of great art or music or literature, or acts of exemplary selfless courage such as those of Mohandas Gandhi or Martin Luther King, Jr. ... the notion that science and spirituality are somehow mutually exclusive does a disservice to both ...'
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
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