Well, last week began with The Secret Sun delving into bird symbolism and UFO themes in the context of precognition, and ended with two major Presidential candidates inserting bird symbolism and UFO themes into the headlines all across the major media.
How about that?
The bird symbolism showed how easily impressed- and maybe even desperate for signs- people who don’t immerse themselves in the study of these kinds of subjects really are.
I wrote- and provided video- of a massive invasion of birds in our yard for nearly a week, an invasion of a species that wasn’t supposed to be in the area for another month.
The invasion began the day after the X-Files finale, itself front-loaded with apocalyptic portent. The X-Files have always been a major sync generator for me (at one point I even emailed an XF producer a list of them- shockingly, no restraining order was issued) and this was no exception.
It kicked off a massive syncstorm that lasted well over a month. This storm was so potent it leeched over to Gordon’s blog, which is only fair given how much mental real estate of mine the man’s taken up during that period. But in all truth I think a lot of what I was processing was meant for him as well, not so much as a scryer than as a synchronistic notary public. That’s how this kind of thing tends to work in the real world.
Conversely, the news media positively exploded when a common house finch landed on the podium for a few seconds during a Bernie Sanders rally at a sports arena in Portland, Oregon. Almost immediately there was widespread discussion of this being, well, a sign and a portent.
Even the candidate, normally a dyed-in-the-wool rationalist, couldn’t resist commenting on the appearance of this common little bird during his speech:
“I think…I think there may be some symbolism here. I know it doesn’t look like it, but that bird is actually a dove asking us for world peace. No more war!”
The campaign even made an instant graphic of the ‘event’, one which wouldn’t raise an eyebrow not even a century ago, giving the moment great metaphysical import, as if the Miracle of the Sun had somehow replayed itself and the Great Finch God himself had anointed the Vermont Senator as his chosen oracle.
We are a culture starving for miracles.
I see finches in the supermarket from time to time. They’re adorable little birds with mischievous streaks who like to fly in when the doors are open and gleefully buzz around the aisles. My wife and I used to keep them as pets, before we realized keeping birds and cats in the same household is not a happy admixture. But I’ve never given them any particular metaphysical significance.
But their general happy-hippy vibe seemed to bleed over for Sanders, as he won the three primary contests on Friday. Will it make a difference? Probably not. The entire establishment is dedicated to keeping the Clinton Titanic afloat and will reach out and crush him as soon as he gets in their way.
Hillary was in the news on Friday as well, and for a similarly Secret Sun-adjacent reason. UFO-mole Jimmy Kimmel did what he always does and pressed Clinton on aliens and Area 51. It didn’t work out so great when he pulled this schtick with her husband, since ol’ Bubba acted very much like a man who didn’t want to talk about the issue on TV. Obama handled it somewhat better, since like his immediate predecessor he’s almost certainly completely out of the loop.
And right on cue the media avalanche fell on Hillary’s head as soon as the credits rolled. The mainstream media is in full aggressive-debunker mode lately (witness this demo-reel of psyop techniques FoxNews pulled out at the UFO Congress), putting the lie to speculation that we’re all being conditioned for some false flag alien invasion.
The New York Post and NY Daily News, two tabloids who subsist on a diet of rank sensationalism, showed how the agenda has bled down to the gutter press:
Conspiracy theorists, you have your candidate — Hillary Clinton wants to end the mystery behind the secret government site known as Area 51. The Democratic front-runner expressed her far-out wish in a Thursday night appearance on the Jimmy Kimmel show.
“I would like us to go into those files and hopefully make as much of that public as possible,” Clinton said on the ABC talk show. “If there’s nothing there, let’s tell people there’s nothing there.”
That story went up on Friday as well.
You can read it over at Open Minds and watch the video, which another family happened to catch. It’s effin’ terrifying, and shows how The X-Files is now our reality. And I mean the too-many-mushrooms-and-too-much-Red-Bull reality of Season 10 X-Files, not the comparatively reassuring reality of the original series.
Hillary’s interest with Area 51 is chalked up to her manager, long-time Washington power player John Podesta, being a “UFO buff.” But the story has many more layers to it and may add weight to the Breakaway Civilization thesis put forth by Richard Dolan and Joseph Farrell, among others.
In other words, the real story here isn’t necessarily little grey men but big black budgets (not that I believe the two are mutually exclusive, mind you), projects so arcane and classified even the Rockefellers can’t get at them. Read more here.
CODA: 93
But I also think evidence-gathering is vitally important when swimming in these waters because it’s all too easy to get caught in the sex-crazed Martian walk-in undertow if you’re not sufficiently grounded.
More residents from around the Granite State are reporting seeing strange lights in the skies during the past few months, including two sightings caught on camera during the past three weeks in Concord and Manchester, according to reports online.
According to the National UFO Reporting Center, since January, unidentifiable lights have been reported in Bow, Milford, and Salem, with flying triangles and circles have been reported in New Hampton and Seabrook.
People are taking videos and photographs and most are pretty much like all the other videos and photographs you see: crap.
As I’ve said before, phone cameras and the like are almost useless when it comes to do filming distant objects in the sky, especially when it’s something you weren’t expecting to see.
The story came out in the middle of the syncstorm, which seems to be how it goes. UFOs aren’t so much woven throughout all of this as they are tangled, like old SCSI and Ethernet cables in a cardboard box in the crawlspace. Tangled in that the syncs wind in and out of fiction and fact and all points in-between, seemingly regardless of the distinctions.
I can’t seem to lift up a metaphorical rock in my life without spotting a crudely-etched alien “Kilroy was Here” graffiti lurking somewhere. It’s all too characteristic of a phenomenon that gives not a whit about petty trifles like the distinction between the ‘real’ and the ‘imaginal’.
