Very much enjoyed last night's Coast to Coast interview with author of Ancient Aliens on the Moon, blogger, and Moon/Mars artifact investigator. I managed to stay awake for the whole interview for once, since I've had a few sleepless nights due to some Fall cold-crud keeping me awake. Naturally, I particularly appreciated Bara's telling it like it is with the debunkers and so-called "skeptics." One who even -- as I saw him running to the phone and dialing in my mind's eye as soon as Bara mentioned him by name -- managed to call in. And, in typical debunker faux skeptic mode, danced around the question -- the same question he put to Bara -- refusing to answer. What annoyed me about Noory, as is his style, was his insistence that, paraphrasing here, "we all have the right to our opinions." Yes well, that's a given, let's move on and deal with the real issue. And stop pandering and appeasing to these little debunker drones who persist in distracting from actually investigating and researching the UFO phenomena.
Mike Bara, Debunkers
Labels: academia, aliens, C2C, chronic skeptic capers, chronic skepticism, cover-up, Edgar MitchellUFOs, et al: UNDERWATER HUMANOIDS
I love these kinds of stories:UFOs, et al: UNDERWATER HUMANOIDS
They dove at the strange cubic rock and attempted to pick some cockleshells out of it, but suddenly they all heard a strange voice that sounded straight inside their heads, “Don’t do that! Don’t do
that!” These words were repeated several times. Amazingly the crater had now vanished and the men suddenly saw remarkable ancient ruins, positioned far from the, resembling ancient Greek ruins.
Skeptic Chutzpah/Spam, No Damn Apoloigies, and Ancient Aliens
In March, I made an attempt to "live blog" an episode of Ancient Aliens. Just for fun. Decided it wasn't worth the effort and kind of silly so I doubt I'll do that again with any program. Love the show, just not into the running commentary/live blogging performance art thing. Anyway, a skeptic spammed/left the following link on that post:debunking ancient aliens
I commented that, given his demonstration of chutzpah in leaving his comment in this Blog Queen's realm, (realm of the Pacific Northwest, Lesley Gunter is the Queen of the Southwest) where debunkers and skeptics are not entertained with consideration, I'll post it anyway.
Speaking of skeptics, my latest Trickster's Realm column is up at Tim Binnall's site: The Prove It Game.
I commented that, given his demonstration of chutzpah in leaving his comment in this Blog Queen's realm, (realm of the Pacific Northwest, Lesley Gunter is the Queen of the Southwest) where debunkers and skeptics are not entertained with consideration, I'll post it anyway.
Speaking of skeptics, my latest Trickster's Realm column is up at Tim Binnall's site: The Prove It Game.
Skeptics and debunkers respond to the passive aggressive use of the word "claims" of Fortean events by flatly commenting "The burden of proof is upon the teller of the tale." Oh bullshit. Go away.
It's that whole moving the goalpost gambit; framing anomalous events within a game context. Games have rules. Therefore, prove you saw a UFO or Bigfoot or that you journeyed to Venus with the space brethren. But it's not a game. Well, it certainly does seem to be a game, actually, but it isn't being played by our rules. Thousands of years of the fantastical have shown us that. So why are some stuck in the belief that the game has rules we understand or that the rules are fair? It's obvious it's their game -- whoever "they" are -- and the rules, if any, are slippery fuckers.
forgetomori A UFO Shark Tale
UFOs are real and that is not up for debate in my world. At the same time, there are many things up there that are mundane and have nothing to do with aliens or shadow government ops, as Forgetomori demonstrates with images of everyday objects: forgetomori A UFO Shark Tale.
Getting 'The Feeling'
Karen Meyers's recent item at UFO Digest resonates with me. In Getting 'The Feeling' Meyers discusses that physical as well as psychological knowing, that awareness, that a UFO is near. Not only near, but calling you, in a sense. Something compels you to look out the window, or go outside and look up. A communication, both visceral and mental. I've had this happen to me on several occasions, and can't explain why it happens. I do know that it's a distinct and real sensation when it does happen.
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