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Kingdom of the Cthulhu: The Lovecraftian horror of an ultraterrestrial universe built on sacrifice

Horror to be relevant as an art form must have some hook of reality to it before it can be considered effective.  The best horror writers avoid topics that are so fantastic that they extend beyond belief.  Among the best of the horror writers was a creation that John Keel would later term more scientifically as “ultraterrestrials” and that would be H.P. Lovecraft’s Cthulhu.  This is a dominating creature that lives outside of human time and space pushing against a cosmicism of projected reality driven by limited human senses to manipulate the actions of the technically defined living being.  In theory those who attempt to reach beyond their senses into that world of Cthulhu run the extremely high possibility of insanity as minds often fold over on themselves once they leave the boundaries of four dimensions.  Cthulhu was a fictional creation by a writer who lost both of his parents to an insane asylum and had himself suffered tormenting dreams by strange creatures from a very young child.  But like all great horror writers, Lovecraft’s Cthulhu has its roots into a reality we all understand—but fear to comprehend for many reasons.  The mythology of Cthulhu allows human beings to explore those strange possibilities from the safety of their senses without plummeting over the edge of sanity into a realm they clearly are not ready for.  It is in that realm however that my own eyes have always looked as the cause of much misery and defaults in living as the primary source of superstition and religion—and a barrier to the truth.

When talking about such things I prefer the term ultraterrestrial to reference the type of creatures that Lovecraft wrote about in his Cthulhu mythos which has taken on a life of its own since his death in 1937.  The stories Lovecraft wrote were well ahead of their time as it has only recently been proven that there are more than 10 dimensional realities known to mathematics—and probably more.  Lovecraft’s stories explored the possibilities of beings from those other dimensions visiting from their realms in ways humans could not—which was a terrifying prospect.  It still is, and is why even nearly a century after his death there is a cult following of H.P. Lovecraft.  The reporter John Keel seemed particularly obsessed with this type of reality and reported about it in The Mothman Prophesies.  In that book Keel was very level-headed and factually based even though the subject matter was extraordinary—UFOs interacting with people, strange monsters appearing out of nowhere, Men in Black walking about dressed as government agents not quite appearing human—being slightly off to those who spoke to them.  Keel in that book was knocking on the door to Lovecraft’s Cthulhu and it could be said that the Mothman of Point Pleasant, West Virginia, or the “Bird Man” of ancient Cahokia or the many thousands of gargoyles poised from the buildings of gothic structures—particularly the Budweiser brewery in St Louis—were there to appease the demons who come into our world to terrorize and manipulate our reality.  Keel’s other books, Strange Creatures From Time and Space, Our Haunted Planet, Operation Trojan Horse, The Eighth Tower, The Cosmic Question, and Disneyland of the Gods are all works obsessed with this realm of Lovecraft’s Cthulhu.  Keel had been opened to the possibilities before his investigations into the strange creature in Point Pleasant during 1967 and once there had everything confirmed as though it was tailor-made for him by what he would later call ultraterrestrials—or tricksters.  Because of their power and influence he would spend much of the rest of his life all the way to age 79 when he died in 2009 avoiding any kind of electronic device such as computers, phones, televisions etc., because Keel believed that the “tricksters” used those devices to control and manipulate the world of human beings with impunity to counteraction.

As time went on Keel’s books became more and more paranoid, and his subjectivity diminished for a time as he appeared to have gone too far down the rabbit hole of sanity for a time.  Perhaps not as far as Lovecraft’s parents did—but the rope to reality which Keel held on to was slipping.  Toward the end of his life he regained some of his grip on reality.  The 2002 film adaptation of his book The Mothman Prophecies appears to have helped him and he spent the rest of his days giving lectures as the film brought his ultraterrestrials with the help of Richard Gere into the mainstream.

I have personally noticed this manipulation of these ultraterrestrials by Keel’s definition for a long time.  The lazy relegate their definition of ultraterrestrials as angels and demons but that has never suited me.  I have never been comfortable handing over my fate to beings that just flash in and out of my life with some advice—or appear in a dream to leave an imprint of instruction for me to execute.  If I had been Noah and God appeared to me in a dream telling me to build an Ark, I would have woke up the next morning and told him—“dude, I don’t have the time to build you a stupid boat.” And I would have ignored the command.  When the floods came, I would have survived somehow regardless of the advice.  My opinion is that unless the motives of such individuals from other worlds is known, there is no way to attribute value to them leaving you to play the part of a pawn.  Without knowing those beings personally there is no way to validate if the sources are good or evil.  My assumption is that they are almost always evil posing as good.  So to properly serve the good in the context of universal merit, those beings should be ignored.  In this way for years I have poked and prodded into their world without the usual fear of insanity because I simply don’t trust any of them even though they have constantly tried to throw me off the trail.

One night on New Year’s Eve my family was playing a late night game of Pirates the Constructable Strategy Game.  We were between rounds so as everyone got up and stretched I resumed to my living room chair to read another quick chapter of The Mothman Prophecies which I had taken an interest in after seeing the movie.  In the book there was a surprising amount of coverage of UFO lore and as I was reading it I couldn’t help but wonder if Steven Spielberg had read this very same book to inspire him to write Close Encounters of the Third Kind and Poltergeist because this was the subject matter by the very fact based reporting of John Keel.  I found the book terrifying refreshing and a key piece into a lifetime puzzle I had been assembling most of my life which attempted to define the world of Lovecraft’s Cthulhu.  As I had conceived that very thought outside my front window clearly over the golf course was a UFO floating freely over the tree line.  My first rational thought was that it was a helicopter picking up a crash victim, or maybe even some kind of pyrotechnic display celebrating the New Year.  But it was just floating there enticing me like a seductive siren attempting to lure me into the hidden rocks in the choppy waters of the ocean.  My children were in the kitchen so I calmly grabbed their attention and directed their sight asking them to identity what was there.  They went through the same process I did, helicopter, fireworks—UFO.  Once we realized that the strobe displays on the vessel did not look like anything Wright Patterson Air Force Base nearby could have put out—it was too large for a drone—and too lit up to be stealthy we put on our shoes to rush out and meet it. We piled into our car and raced down the road to intercept it as it was now moving slowly.  We turned left onto a road about a hundred yards north of our home and saw the vessel floating over a home valued near a million dollars and the strobe lights flashed down upon it.  I blinked to make sure my vision was not faulty and when I opened my eyes it was gone.  I stopped the car, got out and looked to the north.  The entire sky was filled with a blacked out vessel roaming northeast.  The moonlight had been showing the outlines of clouds, but this vessel concealed them all.  My kids saw it too and we watched as it was there moving toward downtown Trenton one moment covering the entire sky from our home, over the Miller Brewery all the way to Trenton.  It appeared to be about 7 or 8 miles wide.  Then within the blink of an eye, it too was gone.  If my kids hadn’t seen it with me, I would have thought it to be an illusion, but it was actually much more sophisticated as other minds witnessed it simultaneously.  Within 30 seconds of the encounter we were left wondering if we actually saw what we saw.  I got out of the car and walked up to the house where the vessel had loomed over and they had lost power.  Nobody appeared to be home at the time, but their internal lights had flicked back on and a computer in the living room that had been on was in a reboot phase.   So something material had been there and it caused the power to drop then come back on.

We had seen our first UFO as a family and it was exciting—it certainly wasn’t our imagination.  However, I was skeptical and not so sure that little green men came down from E.T.’s home planet to pick some flowers.  Rather, I was thinking of Keel’s ultraterrestrials—or even more cynically something like Lovecraft’s Cthulhu.  It was more than a coincidence that I was studying The Mothman Prophecies and reading about those exact occurrences at that particular moment.  And out of all the years I had been alive I had never seen a UFO until that moment.  I didn’t even have to leave my home to see it, the thing practically landed in my front yard to get my attention. But as soon as we could chase it down for confirmation and get our cameras turned on and toward the object—it was gone.  My intentions as it was happening was to find a way to get on the vessel and pull one of the pilots off and capture it so I could conduct a proper investigation.  I doubt that was the intention by the perpetrators—but that’s what was going to happen.

I did the same thing as I spent some time hunting for a Mothman one summer in the regions where sightings had occurred.  I was determined to capture the creature and put it in a zoo dispelling any folklore about it with scientific fact.   But the more I looked, the more obvious it was that I was not going to find it—it would have to find me because those things only appear in our dimensional plane of reality when they want to.  Over time I concluded that the UFO at our home, like the Mothman hunting, was a creation by ultraterrestrials to bait me into insanity by feeding my curiosity and thus directing my thoughts on the matter into a direction they desired.  The circumstances were just too perfect to be real in the context presented.  After that event I had a lot more respect for John Keel—he was certainly on to something.  And without question H.P. Lovecraft was as well.  The reason his Cthulhu mythos is so terrifying and is still very much alive after a century of development is that deep down inside we know there is some truth to it.  The fictional creation of Cthulhu is an attempt to put into mythology a reality that is difficult to otherwise deal with.

To a writer like Lovecraft who had been tormented by ultraterrestrial monsters in his dreams from a child to an adult constantly and lost both parents to insanity his philosophy of cosmicism is understandable.  The philosophy of cosmicism states that there is no recognizable divine presence, such as a god, in the universe, and that humans are particularly insignificant in the larger scheme of intergalactic existence, and perhaps are just a small species projecting their own mental idolatries onto the vast cosmos, ever susceptible to being wiped from existence at any moment. This also suggested that the majority of undiscerning humanity are creatures with the same significance as insects and plants, who, in their small, visionless and unimportant nature, do not recognize a much greater struggle between greater forces.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cosmicism

John Keel had come to many of the same conclusions as Lovecraft when he said at the end of his book The Complete Guide to Mysterious Beings, “there are entities on this planet, and around it, that are far beyond all efforts to translate them into understandable cellular creatures.  They are not real in the sense that we are animals motivated by sex and emotions.  They are part of the energies that were scattered into space billions of years ago.  Their intelligence is so vast and so ruthlessly inhuman there is no way for us to comprehend it or communicate with it as we talk to dolphins.”  Keel would then propose twice in that same book, “Someone within two hundred miles of your home, no matter where you live on this earth, has had a direct, often terrifying, personal confrontation with a shape-shifting, unbelievable. (ultraterrestrial)  Our world has always been occupied by these things.  We are just passing through.  Belief or disbelief will come onto you from another direction.”  What Keel was talking about was essentially Lovecraft’s Cthulhu.

Charles Fort said in his 1931 book Lo! during the time of Lovecraft, “There may be occult things, beings and events, and there may be something of the nature of an occult police force, which operates to divert human suspicions, and to supply explanations that are good enough, for whatever (minds) human beings have—or that, if there be occult mishiefmakers and occult ravagers, they may be of a world also of other beings that are acting to check them, and to explain them not benevolently, but to divert suspicion from themselves because they, too, may be exploiting life upon this earth, but in ways more subtle, and orderly or organized fashion.  In “The Call of Cthulhu”, H. P. Lovecraft describes the fictional Cthulhu as “A monster of vaguely anthropoid outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings behind.”[5] Cthulhu has been described as a mix between a giant human, an octopus, and a dragon, and is depicted as being hundreds of meters tall, with human-looking arms and legs and a pair of rudimentary wings on its back.[5]Cthulhu’s head is depicted as similar to the entirety of a giant octopus, with an unknown number of tentacles surrounding its supposed mouth. Cthulhu is described as being able to change the shape of its body at will, extending and retracting limbs and tentacles as it sees fit.”  This description is remarkably like the Mothman and is a creature of imagination brought to life through the reality of some ultraterrestrial shape shifter which is a trick as old as time.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cthulhu

Many of the cultures of times past as in the present which call for sacrifice to bring about something desired must point their superstitions toward these creatures.  Not surprising those who attempt to map out that realm of the ultraterrestricals even in a fictional sense—such as the Cthulhu end up dead.  Lovecraft died by the age of 46 and many who go down a similar path end up in the same state.  Looking into that other world brings upon the cells of the human body an undoing which prevents living.  I too have seen this as most notably reflected in my personal UFO story.  There have been many times when shape shifting entities made their entrance onto the stages of existence and did just as Charles Fort stated—“policed” the explanations of reality to suit their desires.  But if an inquiry into the other realms goes too deeply, then death is soon to follow.  Sometimes it’s not even by deliberate attempt.  Every year, roughly 15,000 people vanish under the most incredible circumstances, again according to John Keel’s studies into the matter.  “A family man steps into his backyard to mow the lawn. He is never seen again.  A waitress steps out of a restaurant to put a dime in the parking meter and disappears forever.  A family of five in a suburb melt into nothingness, leaving behind all their cloths, bank accounts, the family car.  We have dozens of puzzling cases in our files.” (Keel’s files)   These Cthulhu stories by Lovecraft are terrifying—because they are grounded in a reality we are aware of but dare not probe.

Most people are happy to carry a lucky rabbit’s foot, avoid unlucky associations, or pray to a deity to navigate through the minefield of the ultraterrestrial traps.  I have seen the attempt firsthand to divert my own attention obviously when doing an investigation by having those same beings throw me a bone as a UFO flew outside my front window to take me in a direction of inquiry they approved of—a classic case of misdirection.  Entire societies have adopted the notion of sacrifice in substitution for productivity to essentially satisfy their unconscious appeasement of these metaphorical Cthulhu’s which loom like gargoyles over charity events and suck off the vanity of opulent socialites and the perfume bathed on to cover the smell of their decaying flesh.  From the darkness of other dimensional realities our world is observed and manipulated to suit the needs of the ultraterrestrial, not our own as the strings of many living marionettes are tied to the fingers of an actual Cthulhu.

But unlike Keel and Lovecraft I do not believe the human race is destined to be meager insects in comparison to the cosmos.   I believe in the thin veil of cosmicism but do not believe that the Cthulhu type creatures residing there are superior to the human being.  If they were, there would not be all these elaborate tricks, like UFO’s landing in our front yards, or strange stories to captivate the tabloid lover in all of us—to keep us distracted and thus sacrificing to these gods of the unseen.  Their tricks only have power of the one way mirror for if they enter our reality with us, they discover they have no real strength—only the ability to scheme for their own ends as a competing organism.  And that goes for any entity in the universe—if they were so bold and audacious, they would not avoid direct contact and hide behind curtains of dimensional reality.  So there is nothing really to fear from them once it is understood that they gain all their power and terror from dwelling in the unknown.  But science is taking human beings into their realm whether they like it or not—and once we are there—there won’t be anywhere for them to hide any longer.  They are not to be feared, but to be conquered and the way to beat them is to remove the concept of sacrifice from the human landscape.  They obtain their sustenance off the emotional energy of the human race by a means not yet discovered and require misery, fear, and death to fuel their own existence.

Good horror touches these known truths—these deep suspicions we all have that just walking out to the mailbox may be the last time our bodies inhabit the earth.  We all know someone who has suffered from paranormal experiences yet nobody discusses it because we feel the breath of the Cthulhu on the back of our necks.  We try to counsel ourselves that the breath we feel is God and we seek to appease him with more sacrifice at churches, or financial donations and our prayers, but deep down inside we suspect that God is really a Lovecraftian monster ready to yank our lives from our bodies and consume it like a snack on Superbowl Sunday.  So we don’t name the evil for fear that it has power over us, we don’t talk about it with others for fear that we might be discovered betraying our overlords.  But those beasts have no real power—only the ability to operate from concealment.  Cellular attacks can be countered, diseases overcome, and mental breakdowns—alleviated by a strong—well-read mind.  If one is playing the Arkham Horror game which is a Lovecraftian journey I said weeks ago that I would take because of the nature of it, the characters of Harvey Walters and Sister Mary who both have a sanity of 7 would be the type of examples I’m refereeing to.  I like Harvey and would like to teach everyone to be more like him so that they could have a proper defense against the Cthulhu terrorists of inter-dimensional sacrifice.  But man’s fate is not destined to yield to these creatures, rather the other way around—which is the big secret they don’t want you to know about dear reader.  The human mind has the power to create these Cthulhu monsters—but it can also destroy them.  The reality of the horror of the Cthulhu is that they cannot match the productive enterprise of human imagination and effort.  With those efforts the driving force of humanity, the Cthulhu has no defense leaving the ultraterrestrial empire without armament in a war that is as old as time.  It would be my position to teach people how to make those Cthulhu into pets instead of Gods and the horror of their imprint into a children’s story.

Rich Hoffman

 

 

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Making of Tail of the Dragon Novel: Taking on “fear” at Moonville and the Mothman of Point Pleasant

Fear is the most abused emotion that potential dictators use to advance their positions.  Anytime an individual or organization of any kind uses fear to attempt to move emotions into seeing their point of view, their argument will be a weak one that contains hidden intentions deceitful in nature.  Overcoming fear is therefore the primary task of any potential modern-day hero and is one of the most prevalent themes in my most recent novel, Tail of the Dragon.  The main character Rick Stevens is a man who has incredible command of fear, and is motivated to respond more aggressively when the strategy of fear is thrown in his direction by forces who seek to rule him.  In order to write about such a character I felt I needed to face down any fears that might linger in my own mind, so I organized a motorcycle trip with my wife and son-in-law across southern Ohio to the extremely haunted Moonville Tunnel in Vinton County, to do some rappelling off that ghost town monument.  Later, we planned to head down to Point Pleasant, West Virginia to visit the 8th Annual Mothman Festival, which is an outdoor exhibition of fanfare to celebrate the framed monster which terrorized the citizens there in the 1966.  For me, one of the scariest books I’ve ever read was the Mothman Prophesies by John Keel which was made into a Richard Gere film many years after the publication.  The non-fiction book was truly alarming stuff and captures wonderfully the very mysterious happenings that occur routinely in southeastern Ohio, where monsters, murders, and supernatural events are rather commonplace.  These endeavors lead to the video below which is Part VI of The Making of Tail of the Dragon the novel.  Click here to see the previous installment.

I have told the story of Moonville in other articles, so I won’t repeat it here but to say that the old ghost town of Moonville just to the east of Athens, Ohio has some strange connection to supernatural elements.  Out of the three times I’ve been there with my family, two of those times involved supernatural happenings.  However, this most recent trip on the motorcycles did not have a supernatural occurrence leading me to conclude that whatever the content of those living in a supernatural realm, they feed off the fears, and anxieties of participants who willingly believe in their schemes.  I have seen ghost-like images and strange things at Moonville, but I have never seen anything that could actually bring harm to people.  Most of the supernatural events occur because they exist outside of our observable reality.  The extent of their power is regulated to the effect they have on the imagination.  Moonville unlike another ghost town that I wrote about in the Kerr City remote Florida ghost town is known for its excessive numbers of teen suicides, grisly murders, and the disappearance of visitors who are easily pounced upon by aggressive individuals who hunt in those remote woods.  The Moonville area is very rugged and can only be reached by a dirt road.  If something happens along that road which is several miles from any civilization, there is nobody to hear you scream.  To me, this is the source of most of the ghost stories.  Young people go there to “feel” something positive or negative, and once there and intoxicated on drugs and alcohol, the ghosts get into their heads and accelerate their imaginations into jumping off railroad trusses, hanging themselves, or committing vile acts against other.  So to go to the Moonville Tunnel means to either surrender to these emotions, or to remain in control of them.

When we left early on a chilly September morning in Ohio with the tinge of autumn in the air, we knew it would be the last major motorcycle trip of the year as the weather was simply getting too cold for long distance riding.  I was nearly finished with the manuscript of Tail of the Dragon and was set to turn it into the publisher by Christmas of that year.  Even though I had a formal invite to publish the book, I still had to go through the process of having it accepted out of nearly 2000 other submissions, so it was not a done deal at the time.  American Book only publishes roughly 80 titles a year, so the odds were still against the novel being put into print.  After all the work I had done on the book over the summer and all the travel which preceded this supernatural journey which has been chronicled in previous “Making Of” submissions, there was a good chance that Tail of the Dragon would not make it through the publication process.  So the anxiety was mounting for me.  It is one thing to engage in a creative process, which is what I had been doing, and enjoying.   It is quite another to begin thinking of such endeavors as a business enterprise, which was the phase that I was at.  I still needed to nail down some of the character traits of Rick Stevens fearlessness, which was difficult to do with the anxiety I was feeling over the publication of the book, so I needed an “EXTREME” situation to bring my own mind out of it.  So my son-in-law and I decided to tackle several supernatural themes on a long day trip to the east.

Rappelling at Moonville is something my family had always wanted to do.  The tunnel itself cuts through a steep hillside and runs through where the ghost town used to reside.  It’s an interesting engineering feat for a group of people who built the tunnel during the period of the Civil War.  The town Moonville lived and died due to the mining of iron for the war, as the area was rich with iron mines which appear to be connected to the supernatural happenings—something to do with effect on gravitational waves and how the mind perceives them.  I would attribute this heavy concentration of iron to the heavy reporting of ghosts in the buildings at Ohio University at Athens just a few miles away, and the swarm of Big Foot sightings that occur in the area.  I am happy with the footage I was able to get during the event.  It takes viewers on an interesting journey across the face of the tunnel in a way that only a rope can provide.  It really gives an appreciation for how human beings were able to create such a tunnel in the first place before modern excavating equipment large enough for a train to travel through.  The area at the time of Moonville’s rise to power was one of the most remote places in The United States, yet people built the large tunnel essentially by hand.

For whatever the reason, whether by reputation, or some chemical reaction in the brain caused by the iron deep in the ground, or actual inter-dimensional beings that use such places as points to and from other planes of reality, Moonville is an intimidating place.  On a previous visit my family took to Moonville around midnight, we found local college kids camped out in the tunnel attempting to brave their fears against the supernatural with collective reassurance and drugs.  They dealt with that subtle hostility of the place with chemical evasion and communal reassurance.  But on our motorcycle trip to Moonville with all our equipment packed on the back of our bikes, we were pretty much alone.  We had the tunnel to ourselves with only the ghosts to witness our time there.  That made rappelling off the tunnel a unique experience that is not easily duplicated.

We had no obvious paranormal encounters on this visit to the Mooville Tunnel.  Other than the obvious uneasy feeling that accompanies the place, it was a peaceful and beautiful day.  The ride to the tunnel was long, and cold as the morning air had been very chilly, in the lower 40s.  My wife stayed cold well into the afternoon.  After a few hours of rappelling my son-in-law and I warmed up and began to sweat a bit.  By mid-afternoon, the temperature was up to the mid-seventies as we found our motorcycles where we had parked them along the dirt road in Vinton County from the short hike into the hills to the tunnel entrance.  The railroad which ran through the area is now long gone as the only real relic from the period is the tunnel and some dilapidated old railroad bridges that travel west across a swampy lowland.  Our next destination was the Mothman Festival at Point Pleasant, West Virginia about an hour’s drive to the south.

We arrived to a town packed to the rim with people coming to see the various paranormal oriented exhibits celebrating the haunting of the mysterious Mothman who appeared there the year leading up to a major bridge collapse that killed many from the town.  The Mothman terrorized members of Point Pleasant solidly for 13 months up to the bridge collapse.  It is an excellent example of one of the largest group hauntings in American history.  For me, coming to the actual site was a way to put sights and smells to the words painted on my mind from that terrifying book, which is excellent.  The book, unlike the Richard Gere film, went even further than just the strange Mothman creature into the realm of the paranormal.  In the book, Keel covered many mysterious elements that ended up becoming major motion pictures elsewhere.  The movie Men in Black produced by Steven Spielberg was a comedy look at an actual phenomena that took place in Point Pleasant during the Mothman huantings, leaving many to wonder who the government looking Men in Black really were.  They behaved like FBI, or CIA agents, but proved to be something else altogether.  Spielberg was born in Cincinnati, Ohio, and appears to have read The Mothman Prophesies in his youth, because his film Close Encounters of the Third Kind seemed deeply inspired by The Mothman Prophesies.   Close Encounters took place on the Indiana, Ohio border in the same general region of the country and to this day, no filmmaker has made a better movie on the subject of unidentified flying object sightings than Spielberg’s Close Encounters.  Much of activity that occurred in Close Encounters actually happened at Point Pleasant during the Mothman hauntings.  For a solid year between 1966 to 1967, journalist John Keel chronicled some of the craziest paranormal activity ever recorded in one area with the exception of Area 51.  I always believed that some of the U.F.O. activity was from experimental aircraft at the relatively nearby Wright Patterson Air Force Base, but only a few of The Mothman Prophesies U.F.O. sightings could be explained away with experimental aircraft.  There seems to be more to those stories that defy observable explanation at this current time.

Whatever it was, the entire town has found a way to relieve their tension over those events, and that is to have a festival every September to celebrate the strange happenings.  For me, it was haunting to look at the actual buildings and locations first hand as I read about them in the book. It was difficult to imagine why such a remote place had provoked so much paranormal activity, but it had.  To me the huantings at Moonville and Point Pleasant over a long period of time had common elements that were directly related to the region.  There is something dark and menacing in those places.  The locals don’t notice it much as they have only ever known such fear present in their lives.  But for those who come from outside that area, the tinge is easy to detect.  Standing on the banks of the river at the Mothman Festival I spoke with my son-in-law about The Yellow Creek Massacre which was a brutal killing of several Mingos by Virginia frontiersmen on April 30, 1774 which was one of the main incidents that contributed to Lord Dunmore’s War.  That terrible incident occurred nearly where we were standing as outlined in a favorite book of ours, The Frontiersman by Allen Eckert.

Chief Logan was a good friend of the English-speaking settlers in the region and was away on a hunt but his wife Mellana, his brother Taylaynee, Taylaynee’s son Molnah, and Taylaynee’s sister Koonay were among the slain. Koonay was also the wife of John Gibson a prominent trader between the English and various Native American groups who at the time of the massacre was on a trading expedition to the Shawnee.

The Greathouse group lured the Mingo group under Taylaynee into their camp with a promise of liquor and sport. Then they sprung an ambush on the Mingos and shot them dead. After the killings many of the bodies were mutilated. In a particular brutal killing Jacob Greathouse ripped open Koonay’s abdomen and removed and scalped her unborn son. The only member of the first group who was not killed was Koonay’s two-year-old daughter who was eventually returned to the care of her father, John Gibson, after she had for a time been in the care of William Crawford.  To me, the coincidence between the two events, the killing of the Mingo group in 1774 and the terrible events of the Mothman haunting in 1966 along with all the crazy UFO sightings and the mysterious Men in Black were somehow connected.  Such a concentration of strange events in the same area not to mention the collapse of the Silver Bridge right before Christmas at the end of the 13 month Mothman hauntings killing 46 people on December 15th 1967 are more than a coincidence.  Fear lives on the banks of the Ohio River in Point Pleasant, West Virginia for reasons that extend deep into human logic and history.

The travel to these places I didn’t expect to solve any of those lingering riddles.  However, I did want to get a sense of how Rick Stevens in Tail of the Dragon would deal with ever-present fear, as he contended with a legal system representing the entire country coming after him during the greatest car chase in the history of car chases.  I’m not a very skittish person by nature, I am used to a certain amount of ever-present danger.  But it is quite something else to put the mind into the kind of situation that Rick Stevens finds himself involved in during the events of my novel.  Studying the people of Point Pleasant at the festival, and climbing around in the deep woods of the Moonville Tunnel actually set my mind right on the issue.

We returned home later that evening well before the sun had set.  The experience was surreal.  We had traveled nearly 400 miles that day yet I was writing that night the final touches of Tail of the Dragon to meet my submission deadlines.  The trip had moved so quickly that it seemed like we had never even left that day.  My anxiety over that deadline had evaporated after the hard ride realizing that fear is really just a state of mind.  My family had stepped over fear and had a nice trip that day in the land of the supernatural.  What we discovered was that most of what anyone has to fear is mostly in the mind, and it is easy in such states of consciousness to see how silly it is for society to build their entire civilization on “fear.”  Ultimately Rick Stevens in Tail of the Dragon lives his life beyond the grip of fear which infuriates the “fear monger” controllers represented by the police and their puppet master politicians.  When Rick stands before a judge in Tail of the Dragon with the threat of life imprisonment for defending himself, he behaves with a level of confidence and fearlessness that is simply unfathomable in modern society.  But to tell a story of real freedom in the human mind, it is “fear” that must be overcome, and for Rick Stevens he must deal with the worst of it in Tail of the Dragon. 

It is this premise against fear that eventually helped the novel jump out over those thousands of other manuscripts to become published, so the work was well worth it.  Fear is the means that is used to control massive portions of the population whether the fear is generated from a supernatural source or a political fear monger.  The intent is the same, to control the behavior of individuals away from freedom and toward tyranny.  Rick Stevens in Tail of the Dragon is committed to living his life without fear, and this causes him great danger from those who insist that he stay under their control.  But like the ghosts of Moonville, Ohio, the real fear that the authorities have to impose on Stevens is only mental.  Once it is realized that man is superior to the ideas of the infantile authority driven dictators of politics and power it is soon discovered that real power is really generated among the human race in their ability to generate, or deny fear.  If a person develops the ability to live beyond the realm of fear, they will discover how foolish such notions used to be for them, and they will find freedom there to greet them.  It is on that side of the mental spectrum that readers are discovering such freedom through the life of Rick Stevens.  A life without fear sets the mind into the kind of focus which is rare in the history of mankind, a life that Rick Stevens achieved with a $20 million dollar muscle car in a car chase to end all car chases, in the novel Tail of the Dragon.

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Secrets of the Shadow Makers: Unidentified Flying Objects and the real Men in Black

I first ran into my recollections of Neil Armstrong–the astronaut as a kid in the museum up in Wapakoneta, Ohio. I then read about him as he appeared in Chuck Yeager’s book Yeager during the time that Tom Wolfe’s great book The Right Stuff had been made into a wonderful film. But Neil Armstrong for being the first person to walk on the moon has been something of a quiet spokesman on the topic and has a reputation for not wanting to speak too much about his experiences. However his crew mate Buzz Aldrin has not been so quiet and has let out over time that there were encounters with intelligent life during the Apollo missions.

All this was fun speculation however I was a bit stunned when Steven Spielberg and Michael Bay took the speculation of that first moonwalk and used it as a way to introduce their fictional Transformer robots in Transformers 3. I would have thought NASA, Armstrong and Aldrin would have protested such an outrageous use of their likeness, but they didn’t.

Instead the movie came out, and the talk was all about how cool the Transformers were and how hot the supermodel in the film was, but not much talk went on about the strange events of that first moon landing. After all, there are many conspiracy theorists who believe that the entire moon landing was a fake designed to convince the Soviet government that America had beat them to the moon to demoralize the communist country.  Being a fan of Spielberg for many years, I have an idea of how much money he has personally invested into the research of extraterrestrial life, and without a doubt he had access to detailed discussions with Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin at some point in the past and felt comfortable enough with their statements to inject them into the movie he produced.

My interest in extraterrestrial life stems from my rather detailed research into world history, comparative religion, scientific evolution and the time line of philosophic thought. After my own investigations into The Mothman Prophecies of Point Pleasant, West Virginia and searches around the deep woods of south eastern Ohio for cryptozoologic creatures and remnants of the legendary Bigfoot, I cannot report seeing such creatures, but understanding that there is a lot more to the world we are living in that is not revealed to us. After seeing how our society denies the existence of socialism and Muslim extremism right in front of our faces, something that is just too big and outside the parameters of accepted religious understanding is just too much for people to comprehend. For me the final proof came when I realized that archeologists and anthropologists were hiding a great number of discoveries to protect the education institutions that founded original thesis concepts, and that science was more interested in maintaining the status quo rather than truly understanding the REAL nature of human existence and the origins of life. CLICK HERE FOR MORE.

So I do not say it lightly when I say that most of what the modern human being thinks he or she knows—they aren’t even close yet. Our feeble grasp of our history, of our nature, and of our potential future is but a blade of grass in the vast never-ending horizons of the Midwest in America where grass can be seen as far as sight will take us. Humans have a lot to learn and it is our superstitions, religions, and fears of discovery that hold us back.

Mythology, which is another subject of mine that I study intensely, is formed in that attempt to bridge what we can rationally discover through a philosophy such as Objectivism by Ayn Rand and what we suspect is just over the horizon of thought. When we observe something that does not fit neatly within our senses, yet know that something has occurred, we are left to piece together the puzzle pieces logically, and logic does not take us to the door of virgin births, and gods who grant wisdom from unknowable places in time and space. Nor is the mathematics of Pythagoras in 490 BCE going to provide everything we need, because much is still unknown waiting for a philosophy to uncover the tools to detect more of the known world.

The human tendency to believe that everything has been invented is the approach of the living dead, the modern version of the zombie who uses Lao Tzu as a crutch to hide from the danger of adventurous knowledge and reside peacefully in a life of harmony, and contentment. Compared to where the human race should be, we are no more advanced than Thales of Miletus and his deduction that everything in the universe is made of water, which is true if the basic material of the cosmos is analyzed at one level of understanding. We know now that there is much more to the cosmos than these simple observations made in 540 BCE.

Within the year of this writing the news in the scientific community is ablaze with the discovery that neutrinos have destroyed the premise of Einstein’s equation E=MC2 by moving beyond the speed of light for the first time in human history. The media wishes to profess that Einstein was wrong, but he was not. He was no more wrong than Thales of Miletus; he observed the world and went as far as he could with limited knowledge. Within 100 years, quantum mechanics using sub atomic particles went further than Einstein could. And in 100 more years we will discover that breaking the light barrier with neutrinos is an archaic field of endeavor. We currently know that 72% of the universe is made of something called Dark Energy and another 23% is made up of Dark Matter. Only 4.6% of the Universe is made up of Atoms, the stuff we detect with our senses—only 4.6%.

I am 100% sure that our current government in the United States, for the same reason that religions desire to maintain control over their flocks, wish to deny science—to revert back to The Dark Ages–so that they can still be in charge, have maintained a level of secrecy against the public from what they have learned. They are motivated by the same trends Plato observed in his book The Republic in his cave allegory. Those who are in positions of power wish to keep that power due to a primitive desire in the human mind to maintain hierarchical relationships and such thoughts are a sickness. They stand in the way of mankind’s fate.

This is why I believe that Neil and Buzz discovered on the moon what they sought out all along, relics from a society either camped out in observation of life on planet earth, or an abandoned facility in a state of serious decay. I believe this is the primary reason that funding has been cut to NASA and we have never returned to the moon. The governments of earth wish to keep the spirit of human kind under their thumbs so to preserve the old order of stupidity prevalent for over 10,000 years. Earthly governments wish to keep mankind quiet for the same reason that Athens sentenced Socrates to death, because to the view of the Athenian government, Socrates was corrupting the minds of the young with his questioning philosophy. Socrates was offered to be exiled disgracefully, or to drink a fatal dose of hemlock in 399 BCE. Socrates chose the hemlock but lived on in his pupils first Plato, then the magnificent Aristotle who then instructed Alexander the Great.

We are no different now than we were then. A few minds think ahead of the social train of thought while everyone else lingers behind. When the rest of society catches up with those great minds it’s finally realized that everyone should have listened. A few hundred years’ later great minds like Jesus, Buddha, Confucius, and many others are finally recognized for their genius by followers who are simply second-handlers and fill in their own lack of proper recollection with myth. And the frustration continues.

The gates of wonder are open, yet mankind fears to go in because we still cling to leaders to lead us! In America we rebelled to push these leaders away, and we created the greatest country in the world using the miracles of capitalism to drive a technological boom unheard of in the history of the world, culminating sadly in that space voyage with Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin and Mike Collins. For the last 50 years America has enjoyed the technology developed during the NASA space race, but since Bill Clinton took office in the 90’s NASA has been dumbed down and defunded like the rest of society through a public education system that cares more for thoughts and feelings than adventure and scientific breakthroughs. This is done not to advance mankind, but for the kings of the hill to remain where they are, and to eliminate competition to their thrones of power. These days America is no different in their quests to throw off the shackles of political confinement than any other country in a global push for socialism. The motive was articulated by Plato in 340 BCE by the Allegory of the Cave which portrayed that the knowledge of the world is limited to mere shadows of reality and truth. And this is what our modern world is, mere shadows of a reality we do not yet have the courage to face.

Listen to Neil Armstrong in this clip at The White House in one of his rare and cryptic dialogs. This is not the speech of a conspiracy theorist, a con man, a hustler just trying to sell a new book. This is the voice of a fantastic test pilot who became an astronaut and had the courage to ride in a capsule the size of a car through the vast ocean of space to hit a small, unknown target. And what they found there was beyond human comprehension that is easy to see in hindsight.

If the human race starting with America could have the courage to tell it’s politicians to go to hell and shut the hell up—and get out of our way—we would discover on the moon the remnants of earths distant past, colonies set up to stage landings onto earth. We would also discover the means there of galactic, possibly intergalactic travel with technology that would make our discovery of the neutrino seem childlike. We would then discover on the planet Mars that Ray Bradbury was not so far off on his Martian Chronicles novel published in the 1950’s. There will be archeology on Mars that reveals great societies long gone and eroded away. Some of them coming to earth to settle, some of them trading with earth like America and China trade today, and we will discover that all this occurred over 100 million years ago and that these are our ancestors, and that the characters of Noah, and Solomon are our close relatives in the concept of time, instead of the distance figures we think them to be. We will also discover on Mars that some of its inhabitants left our solar system all together to settle someplace else in a cycle that is as old as time itself.

We will also discover that god is not out there in the heavens someplace or even on a distinct planet, but resides within one of the 11 dimensions that we are just beginning to get our minds around in quantum mechanics. These realities parallel our own existence completely in a complex pattern that can only be explained through the new rules of physics that show themselves at the quantum level.

But such discoveries will seem like science fiction always to the individual who seeks collectivism in a herd of cattle migrating through a bar or night club on a Friday night intoxicated and looking for a place to satisfy their sexual stimulation. They will belittle such concepts like amended ideas about the start of the human race, or technological breakthroughs that are easily within grasp, because they are living in a land of shadows, and are victims to the creators of those shadows.

It is even beyond comprehension to most minds that our current governments may actually be in present contact with extraterrestrial life, or are analyzing the documents left behind by such cultures that are kept locked away in private vaults peered at by those who wish to crown themselves kings. It would not be Presidents like Obama and the Russian KGB agent Putin who would involve themselves in these activities, because they are mere puppets to the hands of power that hold the cash they eat from.

I’m not personally interested in the shadows of our lives. I’m interested in what makes the shadows. To prevent investigation into their activities, the shadow makers have created the term “conspiracy theory” and other mechanisms to control speech and investigation, and alien technology falls under the umbrella of lunacy. Any serious scientific examination is discouraged either by politics or religious beliefs into the world behind those two facades. It is there that the real answers reside.

In my own life I have scrapped much of what I was taught in public education and in my 23 years of religious training on a quest to see what makes the shadows in our lives, and for me, it is easy to see the shadows everywhere, and many times I can see the shadow dancers in their true form as they cower in disgrace hoping to remain in the world of illusion. To a large extent that is what I report here every day at Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom, my observations of the shadow makers and what their motives are—as the rest of society seems content with just the images of shadows. We talk about school levy problems, public education deficiencies, philosophy, psychology, world history, politics, collectivism versus individualism, and the art of living a good, healthy life. Many who know me here believe that I’m an old-school cowboy type who wants the world to revert back to the days of John Wayne’s America—which I do. But more than that I love science, and all the possibilities that are before us, and it’s not just an anger at the progressive institutions who seem determined to take America back to the Dark Ages and reject the traditional values of American Excepetionalism, but also in the rejection of scientific discovery in favor of archaic protections of beliefs that belong to the evasive second-handlers.

I don’t wish to maintain a world that has national health care, or a Social Security system. I wish for sickness to be cured and old age to be eradicated through science. I do not wish to have a world of greenie weenie carbon credit salesmen running our governments. I wish to take manufacturing into space and onto the surface of the moon where heavy equipment can be moved easily and trash can be dumped directly into space. I do not wish one global world under socialism controlled by a few banking tyrants. I wish to spread the brilliance of the United States Constitution into China, and the countries of Africa, even Russia the art of capitalism to bring prosperity to the entire world as adventurers begin to colonize space. I don’t wish to maintain roads to the level we are today, because I want my own personal Skycar from Paul Moller so I can leave my driveway and be in Disney World just a couple hours later from anywhere in the country. Driving a car is archaic. You should just be able to plot in your coordinates and the thing will fly you to your destination while you sleep. CLICK HERE TO SEE MORE.

I’m not interested in the restricted vision of our current world. I’m not interested in learning what they like, care about, or fear, because to me, they are simply in love with the shadows because they fear the unknown. I want to know what kind of archeology we will discover on Mars, and that seems so far away right now because academic institutions aren’t even open to the discoveries on planet earth like the situation of Malden Island. CLICK HERE FOR MORE. I want to know the truth. If there are extraterrestrial influences, I want to speak with them directly—not behind the face of some goofy politician. As an American I don’t recognize any higher authority besides myself, and I don’t want a bunch of comb over politicians standing in the way of my understanding and my will to learn more. I want the infinite possibilities that are before the human race and anything that stands in the way of those possibilities is an enemy to my life of adventure.

It is sad that America has not returned to the moon. But the fact that we haven’t says to the world that our world governments wish to remain the shadow makers. They do not want to yield their monopoly on our understanding. They do not want us to discover that they are useless to us, because the discoveries that sit directly in front of the human race are infinitely productive, and beneficial. And the world of tomorrow is not destined to be enshrined in tyranny, and social apathy, but in discovery, adventure, and never-ending quests to see the makers of the next shadow on the wall. This is the fate of humanity that has been concealed by our would-be-kings to ends of preventing mankind from maturing into a fully technological society no longer dependent on leaders and their disreputable arrogance.

It’s a world so far only seen in myth, but in the case of keen observation, the myths of our culture are closer to reality than the shadow makers and their governments who cover themselves in secrecy by the funds we all send to them. All we must do is declare our independence, cut the money which maintains the façade and embrace this new world that extends beyond faith, beyond convention, into the world of tomorrow and all its possibilities.

Myth reflects reality in the eyes of an artist. Many times, the keys to understanding a deeper concept is in our fantasies in the form of fiction.

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The Empire of Ultraterrestrials: Enemies from a Parallel Universe

When the observation is made and the question is asked, “Why are people so stupid,” I can look at the history of the human being and speculate as to why they behave the way they do, and I can present evidence as to what is happening. The question of “why” does not get answered completely when only the factors of the known world are considered. So trying to explain the conditions of our observable world and all the foolishness witnessed with factors that can be seen and so far catalogued has fallen short of a proper explanation. This is how I became interested in studies of Fortean observations, cryptozoology, and paranormal science and to me; John Keel has done some of the best work in these fields as a journalist that I have run in to. Keel just recently passed away and left behind a body of work that is quite interesting in regard to those studies. Like a lot of people who spend a considerable, and imbalanced amount of time on the strange and paranormal, Keel’s later work reflects a bit of eccentricity that was not present in what I think is the best book ever written on these topics called The Mothman Prophecies, which was made into the popular Richard Gere film. You can see John Keel here in an early interview with David Letterman discussing his field of study.

A college professor who was trying to bring a film version of my novel The Symposium of Justice to reality put me on to Keel about 6 years ago. “You’d love Keel. Your book reminds me of his work.” So I started reading Keel and my family began some paranormal investigations of our own, going into the deep dark places of known haunted locations to examine for ourselves the mysteries behind paranormal activity. You can see some of those adventures in this short collection my oldest daughter put together back then.

In all our adventures I have never seen anything obvious to say that it was a ghost that we saw while we were looking for them. We did see a UFO which we chased down with our car only to have it disappear within seconds. It wasn’t just an illusion, since 5 of us were in the car with me driving like a madman to catch up to it. We did see and experience a “shadow man,” we experienced the battery loss associated with paranormal presence in our flashlights and cameras, but never saw anything conclusive that we could get on film. We captured a few obscure things, but nothing that was definitive, which seems to be the case with most paranormal studies. Seldom is any evidence conclusive. Most of our adventures were to specifically hunt down some of the “bigfoot” phenomena that are common to eastern Ohio, or even a Mothman. We never saw directly the thing we were seeking in all our investigations.

Keel had an interesting explanation for this case.He said in his writing that what was happening was a species of undocumented humanoid called ultraterrestrials, a competing race within the human race who acted as tricksters and could present images to the human mind that the mind was prepared to see, were hard at work on a mysterious task. If a person went hunting for a big foot, they’d see a big foot. If a person wanted to see an angel, they might see a mothman, or the Virgin Mary. If a person wants to see green men from another planet, then they may be visited by those green men. And the reason I never saw anything directly, except for small little ripples of disturbances over time and space is because I’m too analytical to buy what those ultraterrestrials are trying to sell me.

Keel’s explanation of ultraterrestials in The Mothman Prophecies offered a whole host of explanations that are scientific in nature toward the true nature of “demons” voodoo magic and even good luck angels. During Keel’s investigations chronicled with great diligence in The Mothman Prophecies it appears the government is very much aware of these ultraterrestrials and actually has a relationship with them. This relationship has been articulated in fun films like The Men in Black and in Point Pleasant, West Virginia every September during the Mothman Festival, where the whole town gets together to celebrate the mysterious occurrences that terrorized that town in the late 1960’s. But the actual relationship is quite serious if examined at face value. After all, we think we are dealing with a reality that contains all the elements of our known visual spectrum, but in our studies of quantum mechanics, we are learning that there is a great deal that we can’t see, and it appears that we share our space with many influences in our present reality.

The best scientific explanation I have heard to explain the existence of Keel’s ultraterrestrials is in the theory of parallel universes, as shown in this History Channel Universe documentary. It would appear that these ultraterrestrials are inhabitants of a Type 3 Parallel Universe and they have figured out how to tap into our reality to use our resources for the benefit of their cultures in their universe’s reality.

If those ultraterrestrials are exact copies of us in another reality, it is entirely conceivable that those copies of ourselves living in that reality are purposely taking advantage of our blindness to an aim we can only hypothesize about. My daughter and I speculated about this from a hilltop campsite close to a haunted hot spot in eastern Ohio under a full moon a few years back. I suggested that maybe the logic of ultraterrestrials interference with our world has an equal and opposite type of outcome, where a negative in our universe equals a positive in their universe, and if these ultraterrestrials are copies of ourselves then don’t we in some way benefit from our own misery if considered from a multi-verse perspective where all copies of our personalities are united in a collective body serving the mysteries of that unification? We may suffer in the here-and-now, but our ultraterrestrial copies are having wondrous success.

This might also account for “LUCK” in our present world, when mysteriously good things happen to us when by all calculations peril should occur. This might be because without understanding how, we bring bad fortune to our ultraterrestrial counterparts in the Type Three Parallel Universe, so their misery equates to our benefit.

As crazy as much of this may sound, the reason for my quest into these strange worlds was for an answer to why the nature of our current existence is so insanely foolish. For instance, why is it considered fashionable to be a fool, or to become drunk, or less than average in some way? Why do we celebrate the weak and chastise the strong if not to appease some ultraterrestrial gods in another dimension? When I speak to young people none of them take pride in how much they know, but it’s in what they don’t know, or how drunk they became on a Friday night. Women are put on a pedestal for making themselves slaves to sexual fulfillment and bringing children into the world without fathers to help create strong family foundations. It almost feels as though the foolish addiction to altruism and socialism is so that the beings in another parallel universe can live with capitalism and strong individual value.

I told my daughters on some of those haunted adventures that I am not willing to sacrifice my life one bit even to a copy of myself in a parallel universe. I encouraged them to do the same, to live for themselves and if there are ultraterestrials creating around us these strange events where Bigfoots, and Lockness monsters jump in and out of our reality from these other universe’s that intersect with our own reality and that strange whisper in our ears that come when sleep is about to come on is not some demon from hell, but a tempter of ourselves from an ultraterrestrial being that seeks to profit from our misery, and they should not listen. Because no other conclusion can be made when drunkenness is praised, and stupidity is rewarded, but to accept that enemies of our existence reside outside of our present reality to build an empire within their universe by consuming the resources of our own to do it.

Does our government have a deal with these beings to occasionally throw us a bone of good luck with a sacrifice on their end? Perhaps.This may be the origin of the sacrifice rituals that have permeated our planting cultures all during recorded history and has been replaced in the modern age with religious communion rituals and altruism surrounding the “green movement.” There is no way to know for sure with the lack of evidence we currently have, but speculation as to why people like Jerry Sandusky from Penn State have been allowed to exist and the massive amounts of sex trading that goes on in the world must have some logical conclusion, because no God that I learned about in Sunday School would allow evil to thrive so openly unless somewhere with someone, there was a benefit. And that someone seems to be in this species of ultraterrestrials who live outside our reality. That leads to my next question which I will get to the bottom of eventually, who are these Men in Black, and how are they connected to our current government? Time will tell, and along the way we will have marvelous adventures in discovering these facts, but I am not willing to sacrifice any of myself so that someone else can benefit in another city, another state, another country or another universe. I expect competition to prove the victor and it starts by recognizing the fact that there is more to this puppet show of living than we are seeing even in the most extreme versions of our conspiracy theories. Because the truth does not exist in our visual spectrum, but outside of it, at a quantum level hidden in the mysteries of the 11 dimensions, and we have enemies who reside there to bring us misery with whispers in the wind and at the nightmares that come with sleep. And sometimes we go to them willingly by pursuing those demons at the bottom of a wine glass, or that overdose of a drug to gain that so-called moment of elation that comes from intoxication, but leaves our minds open and vulnerable to the empires of invisibility.

Rich Hoffman
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