Fan Mail And Kids

Okay, so like, this is a bit important now...

Did I even expect this? No I did not, because that's how stoopid I am.

Over recent weeks I have been receiving some 'social media' from kids, basically. I'm not talking about private messaging between adults - people with at least some background and knowledge of things - but, literally from young adults, not more than in their twenties, I would estimate.

Futuristic cocktail...

Somehow, they have construed, from having seen a comment here or there I might have made, mostly on Reddit or something like that, that humans being in contact with Extraterrestrials is more or less the same as kids running wild and loose in a toy shop or a lolly shop.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

Okay I made the serious mistake of directing them to some European documentaries about the John Mack studies, and then some of us - some others, other than myself because I was never in that cohort at all - also chimed in from having read what the kids were saying; some of those who were literally featured in the original study. And that only made it all the worse, because now the kids really do think they have been let loose in the candy shop!

Everybody 'wants' stuff. And that is not unreasonable.

People have existential problems in their lives -, not enough money, recognition, whatever.

And so it is far from unreasonable to expect that they would not want to see what advantages may be had from interacting with an advanced intelligent species.

None of them have read Euclid, none of them have read Al Kindi, none of them have read Feynman...

Whisky tumblers from the
latest 'Blade Runner' flick.

How are they going to deal with any of the sophisticated concepts that are entailed with communicating at even the most fundamentally 'equivalent' level with intelligent 'outsiders?'

Well, one simple 'answer' is - just give me 'agency' over vastly superior technology, give me a few hundred thousand dollars, and then, I will find the time to devote to all of this rubbish that you want me to read...

As you consume what is offered up each day in the 'news cycle,' I'm sure some of you will get the feeling every now and then that the global news people have 'found nothing new, and/or nothing interesting actually going on just right now,' so that it appears they are just re-hashing a recent 'event' or happening, and waiting for something new and exciting to happen and then they will be right there where it is happening, and so be able to serve that up direct to all of us, the news consumers.

Right now, even right now this very second, there are incredibly awesome things going on.

The media has no clue.

The whole entire basis of everything you have ever encountered by way of religious narrative, or political ideologies, or materialistic, financial ones - is designed to divert your attention away from expecting a positive result now; right now.

'Jam yesterday, jam tomorrow, but never jam today.'

'Hey kid - read Euclid now, now today.'

'No I don't want to. I don't need to. I just want a million bucks right now.'

And then, the other guy's more adult complaint: 'I'm starving right now - give me some food first.'

Smart people will pay attention closely to
the profile. Does it remind them of anything?

So, the Zohar people were wrong - the Messiah did not turn up this week.

Reading Euclid, yes, is a way to get the kids off your back - especially when they say: 'can you ask them to take me up...?'

But it is not designed to divert anyone away from what they need, or from what they are actually seeking.

Every day, morning and evening, training in the gym. Sundays is 'dim sum.'

Still after thirty years, I guarantee you Guy Savelli is not the first choice as far as who gets to 'go up there.'

...But is this all real?

Well, no one died this week - no one really huge, on the political stage, so no, it ain't real. Because if it were real, the news media would tell you; they will certainly tell you what to think.

Because, the ordinary people are too small-minded to be able to govern themselves...

Thus spake Barack Obama (and he did say it, too).

It is not 'small minded' for children to ask whether they can go for a ride in a UFO.

It's the type of thing you would expect small children to ask.

The idea that UFO's contain no weapons though... ...is ludicrous. Where did people pick that idea up from anyway?

My friend, the late architect and designer
Paul Ritter gave me a print of this,
when he told me about it.

...Which is how come you get to spend thirty years, maybe fifty years, 'wasting your time' reading Euclid.

'But, but, Calvin. It's not really real though, is it? Any of this stuff you are telling us here...'

Well I don't know. But I just watched a recording of Daniel Barenboim conducting the Berlin State Opera at the recent BMW 'Fur Alle' outdoor concert - doing Beethoven's 9th Symphony. And it was not particularly great but I'm sure the little kids with their parents there certainly had a tremendous experience from it all the same.

And then, after that, and still at the same venue on the same night, the senior executives of BMW brought on our friend Paul Van Dyk and he played a set - and basically blew the State Opera's orchestra away into the weeds.

Jesus is the word, wait - the Word. 'Vayee Or.' And anyone with some knowledge of Sanskrit knows this phrase translated as 'let there be light' is written in Sanskrit: 'Va (Na Ma Shi Va Ya) - aiy - yee - O.'

The breathed out sound 'Va' into 'O.' Photons.

Now you can write words like these ones below, but if you do, well, those of you who are scientists and who have been to Universities, to get an education -, you can believe people get to say these words, to compose them, to write them, to think them, and to mean them, because well, in whatever way you want to believe.

But, for those of you who really want to 'get up there' here are the words you need to take note of - they are written in the form of 'prayer:'

'Let's go all the way tonight, no regrets, just love...' Bonnie McKee.

'Joy, beautiful spark of Divinity (or: of gods)

Daughter of Elysium

We enter, drunk with fire

...thy Sanctuary'

...et cetera et cetera, then,

'And the Cherub stands before God.'

Et cetera et cetera et cetera.

Schiller; lyrics - Beethoven's Ode to Joy.