tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-101375512009-12-18T08:44:16.728-08:00<b>Critical Prose &amp; Poetic Commentary regarding UFOs and their astonishing ancillaries plus a proud sufferer of orthorexia nervosa since 2005!</b><b>Alfred Lehmberg</b>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028589165474437987noreply@blogger.comBlogger245125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10137551.post-60319600252084215192009-12-13T06:31:00.000-08:002009-12-14T07:33:06.476-08:00

Some time ago I sent a pulse; it's now so far from here… A sentient vibration — you'd think too faint to hear. A terse twelve lines of quatrain in an honest, heartfelt style ... Away now, friend, some five point nine... times ten to the twelfth odd miles... Six trillion miles, then, it had flown... in inky —coal-black— space! Who knows what stuff it's rushed right passed... or touched upon

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The center of the universe? An angry place to be, and ironic it's the only place to get up off your knees. It's there within ones consciousness —still possible to share— that one is loose to "soar and cleave" where others fear to dare. True — it's likely there without you, that universe you know, plus much, much more your senses miss, as senses miss the show. Though it likely works without you

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Are you getting all the answers that you'd like to think you have? Are you comfy where you think you'd like to be? Does a starry, starry sky begin to palpitate your conscience with dishonest guilty feelings you don't need? Is your horror harsh and angry, are your demons moving closer; do you wallow in your morass... not content? Do you see a lack of fairness with a wrong bunch holding sway? Are

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Once again I make refrains on Aristotle's crass remains, which would RETURN those crystal spheres enclosing our most strident fears. And all to fool... convince... ourselves that we must hold the highest ground of grace and strong integrity — "creation's crown"! Hypocrisy... TAKE ARISTOTLE AT HIS WORD, as churches did—Aquinas hard—and push your woman to your heel; put her through your

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There's more to life than recreation — more, perhaps, than procreation! There's more completing ones whole life that goes ignored in baseless fright! Yet, we would cleave to old traditions, suffering their impositions, and clinging to the lies we're told, we fool ourselves we're in control. See, I don't mean to frighten you with what I have to tell, and if what I say is threatening

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We are power we don't use. I've said it many times. Our reach is exponential and our grasp the gold we find. ...And it won't matter, not at all, those distractions we endure... ...we're mushrooms, to the dark, consigned, and fed a thin manure. Yet we have minds with eyes that see, complete with ears to hear. Our voices swell in righteous song! We can vanquish *any* fear! Our feelings have

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I've written "it comes down to you," how YOU perceive YOUR stars. ...As tiny points of distant light, or *them* more near than far? It's what YOU think that matters as you make your feelings known. Would you accept a lot in life believing you're alone? Alone in all the cosmos? Alone to contemplate? Alone to go un-witnessed as you seek some pointless fate? Alone in sad indifference? Alone to

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I'm just ONE voice in this crowd, and though I've listened hard (...out loud!), so presupposing are these men who'd preach we are *alone*, my friend. I have listened to these *learned*, read their work (excelled at college), and these do NAUGHT but stunt my soul with shallow minds like shards of coal. These pretend reality, dismiss the facts that won't agree, and counterfeiting history, just

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Here's, then, something clever all the agencies must know. It's what keeps them in your clover; it's what drives them up your nose... It's what keeps them in your business as you try to measure up. But, the scale's always changing. One considers giving up... The harshest device, a contrivance of culture. Control all the *spice*, is the way that it's done. Compel all the motes to relinquish

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.Just tell me what your deal is! Yes, be up front with me! Tell me what you're thinking! Let's sail charted seas!.Life's made short, so why live lies? Long life must then betray you! As time goes by your lie's found out; your *life-styles* bugger virtue..Just indicate your thinking, please! Avoid those darkened corners. Or, showing real courage? Make your self your own informer!....Spend ANY time

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.Consider enigma — uncertainty's principle… And the man who brought it forth? He's a bright star in the blackness on which we'd quickly shut a door..It's said he served the Nazis. Why? To build atomic bombs. The watchers watched him closely… He could've built them all along!.See, they drank the "heavy water," in the Nazi camp of Hitler. Heisenberg deterred their thrust. He was that project's

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.Be it "craft," or "design" or even "misnomer" ... Mistakes matter not; see, his meaning was plain! The evidence says that his *printer* had *toner*; we know that he's rich — that he's got half a brain!.See, "mistake" is a farce! Pat plays us for fools! He was far full aware of his import. He meant us real harm; the message he knew. It's the *fundamental* sentence of his *fundamental* court!.The

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.The "Recent"? ...Surf on back ten thousand years… And find we're making magic beer! We've barely a clue what transpires to here! You can bet that the truth is bizarre, strange, and queer!.Now, away, "hangin' ten," to the start of the Pleistocene. This few million years — time lost in a fever dream, in a past long remote, Cenozoic, our theme, where We're struck by a comet and broiled to steam!.

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.I observe a night time vastness holding "heaven," friend, and "hell." These are the two potentials, plus the history made as well... but not the one a cheat contrives to satisfy the "winner," and not the "social treatment" kind, nor that one from "born 'againners.".History as it really was — Coolidge was a monster. History as it really was — religion? An impostor. History as it really was — the

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.Mine's a strident little station who would dare to speak to you; to step out on the world stage with ethos, heart, and clue. To break from "comfy cover", and to play the real blues. To risk the wrath of Mammon for a heart felt Alien View..I know the message 'should' be pleasant... so "the horror" fades from sight. You'd have your "warm and fuzzies" in a "life style" clean and bright. ...Though

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.Did you know that you were actually at the center of a multi-verse? That all creation moved its mass 'round you? This is not a charming metaphor just to illustrate a point! This is truth as culture knows it. There is no doubt that it's true.."The center of the universe"! Bunkies frown, and smirk, and sneer. "What you proffer is the selfish you've decryed "! ...And taken to their limit, then,

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.Bottom line? You're unconvincing, authoritarian, and use flat thinking! What you call your "bearing facts" ASSUMES your views are valid, Jack, and assumptions are what they WOULD be — that ass that's made of you and me..Your "proclamation with a sneer" betrays the tap root of your fear, that non-admitted holes abound within the "walls" adverted sound. "Walls" unsound by inculcation provide our

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It was just a little while ago... in moons (?), oh... sixty-eight... I promised that I'd let you know if I got stung by *fate*..Most will not remember then... a statement that I'd made — that I was unmolested (to that point) I wrote to say. I'd suffered no indignity. My future still looked bright. I sucked up new ideas and was changing dark to light....I was still a kind of hero — a veteran of

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.The future for all of us is all open ended. There is all the potential for limitless choice. But we're stunted, and covered and kept where life's filtered ... yes, much more controllable! Just, without informed choice..The stuff we have *learned* is an ax grinding dodge! Our History's "written" for the grace of a few. Grammar and High School were tools of the landed... ...They would break, bind,

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.Everything has its own special significance. Most watch the "show" from their comfortable chairs. The vain are consumed by their own "contributions." Some are wasting in dim hallways; some are falling down dark stairs....All are head up and locked in their cognitive dissonance. All nurture a hatred for those whom they fear. All shore up the walls of their pampered enclosures. All driving their

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.Plugged in to what's *allowed* to us... through the Hubble's awesome eye? Why, stars are fried in neutron sleet! Such are visions we have spied! Smashing rocks in timeless chance are matters fueling movement's dance!....Where dance steps are languid the stars are festooned with garlands of space dust and skeptics lampooned. The concept of *anything's* found in these reaches, on orbiting planets.

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.See, you said it! It happened! You only spoke truth! The opposite's unthinkable! I'd held you aloof. You parents, and teachers — my culture, or government; you got my attention —secured my involvement..You served it all up with the straightest of faces! You believed it yourself; now dissonance faced us. With a primitive sound, and occasional pictures, you employed your devices of half-truths and

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.So you want to know what’s wrong with kids? Why they do so bad in school? ...Perforce performing weak in math? Why they diss your "golden rule"!.So you want to know where blame must lie? Why their teacher wants a gun? Why their text books are as locker fodder? Why Teaching talent's on the run?.Then to screech —unthinking— memes of daft returns to *basics*? “It’s readin', writin', 'rithmatic ...

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.The loosest of cannons and not real cordial, I wheel and turn down a course I see medial. This game that we play is pretty primordial. Your denial of it is insentient – asphyxial..There is drama played out on the fringe of our lives! "Fringe" freshens the lifestyle, reviews proscribed archives..Still, some cook it with dung. You eat it with chives? For some life’s a curse, but for you? Life’s a

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.Look... ...floating gently ... that washboard of cloud? This signifies singing, a tone, a low sound. It’s music to whales; a song of the earth... will it reconcile, somehow, my fate and my birth?.Where is that land in a world held dear? A land with abundant potential, sans fear? A land that is fecund, untrammeled, and graceful. A land where we find what rebukes the distasteful.....I swim a mean

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