October 15, 2013

Saucers Over Albuquerque

a farce in three acts


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Assumed Redemption
(being the preface to act 1)

by James Carlson

Some men dream of Valhalla in the heart, a mounted beast they can hope to control only with the most bestial of acts and the celebrations of their remembrance.  Others create their own personal mythologies, preparing symbols for their diet and their daily routines, hoping to learn how to survive the worst of the world along the way.  Men of conscience, on the other hand, may find themselves walking briskly along a thin road to either conflict, dust rising into the future and hiding the path forward while masking the past.  Memories assume direction without reference.  As a result, only a desperate few will ever be worthy of the dreams their lives will eventually preface for the rest of the world.  They create a vicious disregard in their hearts and write out their own lives amidst the pages of a world unimagined.

These are the elements and conditions that map the origin of the stories and legends we try most urgently to remember in the darkness when a quiet, calm world sleeps and predators howl.  Even on strident courses set aside for us by anxiety and sorrow, the huge majority of men are only rarely significant outside of their own surroundings, while the twisted aggregates of their intent and its corruptions are even less so.  This is why we repeat the stories that we learn and the tales told of earnest men and great and worthy dreams.  We measure out in painful breaths the uncertain value of those enigmatic thoughts borne by such men and the pitiable personae we have sketched out and adopted to describe them as if they were ours alone and not merely the tasteless leavings of other men’s lives.  It is an expression of our arrogance to believe them original and to call them our own.  They are not.  They are merely a handful of scattered enigmas vying for our short-lived yet nonetheless starving attentions.

It is precisely because we are unoriginal and suggestible that we all too often owe our dreams and our dilemmas to the feckless men who follow behind those rare few worthy of our symptomatic regard.  This is, in fact, our worst quality, the most ungracious description of the human character.  We try so hard to live the dreams of other men that we forget how to create dreams of our own.  This cultural amnesia ultimately forces us to rely on unnatural and ultimately meaningless tales for the sustenance of heart our temporal lives demand, allowing them entrance into minds and emotions that represent the undefined legacy of our species.  Once there, they flop and scuttle before us like breathless fish at the bottom of a boat next to a couple of cracked sinkers and ugly, wretched bits of worm and cricket, and the milky scales of day-old snappers.  It is our suggestibility that makes them real, not some natural and inborn quality possessed by the measurable habitations of life.

The stories we absorb are just poor reflections of what were once the steps of an unknown dance that left only footprints behind, soon scattered in the wind, and yet, they nonetheless help us to navigate our culture and the development of our values if we can only hold firm and refuse to define them as some kind of modeled template of our lives.  Complacency is necessary, not sacrifice and belief, for only complacency allows us to focus our attentions on what we can do, not on what we can imagine.  One example of the need for such complacency is represented by the Disclosure issues currently being sold to dreamers and madmen by shameless reprobates throughout every nation in the world where the word “UFO” has come to mean something other than an undefined anomaly in the sky.  Disclosure is defined and reconditioned to meet the expectations of men and women who cannot possibly reach a consensus based on real knowledge of real events, and yet it is being used to shape political desires and potential national policy.  It is an arrogance that yields only to the imagination.

                                                                                                                               

Most of the world is aware that the Full Disclosure beggared by the irresponsible optimism of wishful thinkers to the ultimate fate of the universe has already revealed its most curious and penetrating secrets.  Nonetheless, we forever debate the social implications of aggressive incontinence, and fool ourselves into believing there might be something alien yet rational hidden away in decades-old government briefing memorandums just waiting at the bottom of some steel-layered safe at the Pentagon for that one properly worded query amidst a stack of the new FOIA requests for the week.  That’s why so many continue to send those relatively pointless requests out once a month like some religious responsibility, week after week, over and over again.  Each time a FOIA request finds its way to the post office, it’s wrapped up in expectations that the response will be different this time.  Maybe that single word in paragraph six that was changed at the last minute will find favor with another faceless Admin rep.  It’s certainly possible that there’s a new classified materials officer at Edwards AFB, and this guy just might interpret our intentions with a friendlier attitude than the last three appointees.  Maybe whoever he is will finally send us the records that we’re so obviously referring to instead of those damned garbage histories that keep talking about Venus waxing with the waning moon.  Maybe this time …

 

These are the easy lessons – things we’ve learned from experience and unchanging response.  We already know the color and the flavor of its debris, and we immediately recognize its true value.  You see, the flying saucer hunters are no longer primed with cameras and videos as they used to be, and this tells us something important about intent.  Maybe this new aspect of gathering wool has come about because they’ve finally caught up with Hollywood FX, and are still unable to prove the point or improve the outcome.  They used to tell us that in the future everyone will have a camera, and the proof of UFOs from outer space will become more apparent as a result.  Today, both corporations and governments assure us that the 24-7 video record of our environment is a necessary, albeit violent, investment of privacy calculated to improve the quality of our instantaneous and oppressive security, and yet nothing is clearer than the primary tenet of our new Church of the Saucer:  outside of criminal enterprise, there is nothing very interesting for us to examine.

We’ve finally cornered the future within the weeks and months of our lives and we have discovered that nothing has changed.  In typical response to this world weary principle, the predators now conduct their hunts in the pages of old newspapers and magazines and amongst the faded words of FOIA documents that are older than the USAF.  This too has repercussions, of course, easily discovered within the pages of a new dogma, and just as easily defined:  in the future there won’t be any more secrets.  According to what passes as the new wisdom, this ultimate truth will finally and for all time be readily apparent, as if all we had to do was convince some guy with the appropriate security access who happens to be more than a little annoyed with the IRS to speak up a bit louder into the hidden microphone and change world history with a whisper.  Pay no attention to the man in the closet, and never forget:  this revolution’s gonna be televised.

Every kid in the third grade demands his own You-tube account, while the old farts who know exactly how much the best kept secrets are really worth tell themselves in that shady bit of twilight that spins the world around just before new sleep dims old intent that they’d spill whatever the rest of the world thinks qualifies as the beans in a heartbeat for a small fistful of goddamn antacid that really works. 

Somewhere in Ohio, an eight-year-old kid playing with his sister’s spandex leggings is watching Alien Autopsy on his Dad’s DVD player and 60-inch flat screen and thinking to himself, this is so corny – I bet I could do it better on my laptop.  And he’s not lying, either.

Across the street, the battle-hardened trio who tried to get a neighborhood UFO Watch club started, but couldn’t generate enough interest to schedule regular meetings has decided to rest what’s left of their hopes on the supposition that their dreams were somewhere recorded and co-opted and will someday be brought out into the light.  For them, the truth can only be approached after it’s been talked about between midnight and four on nationwide talk radio or exhibited across the screen on what used to be the History Channel.  Meanwhile, educated men greet such presumptions with rigid contempt and a little sour laughter.

Unfortunately, the world has been forced to listen to this silly little tune for far too long, and none of it has ever really changed, forcing us to examine its evolution in the splendor of its stillness and its uncompromising refusal to grow into something worth the energy necessary to redirect our national gaze.  Take a deep breath.  Hold it.  Exhale.  Now, in this single moment, this aggressive second of future reckoning, reconcile yourself to everything that’s unremarkable in life and recognize therein the true face of UFOlogy:  it is worthy of attention only when it’s marketable with a profit margin exceeding the investment of reasonable and well-focused contempt.  There.  That’s your first lesson on how a toss-off theory of economics can dictate the value of anything – even your own worthless hallucinations.  If you’re starting to think that maybe your emotional investment in this odd little world of UFOs and flying saucers and alien abductions just off the highway of poisoned impressions and slaughtered cattle bleeding out into the hot, red brick clay of a cracked valley where the rivers dried up long ago might have been too time consuming in your youth to enable any real objectivity today capable of keeping your blood pressure consistent and low, then you should probably go grab yourself a nice, cold beer and some of those generic cheese puffs in the 50-pound bags, ‘cause you’ve got some serious catching up to do…

 

60-years of man’s complete and utter failure to wrestle the flying saucer out of its natural reverie of folk tales and myths into groundbreaking reality has forced the world to abide with a somewhat weaker intent to discover the rare and unknown than in centuries past.  In a way, this is fitting, since UFOlogy, in its most general and aggressive terms, has been relegated to the dreariness of a poor history lesson.  The most fanatical or heretical of its judgments are raised to interpret events that can no longer produce witnesses, because so very few have survived the intervening years.  That’s one reason it’s become so popular amongst the starry-eyed glitterati to embellish new UFO claims on old USAF history in order to create a reality that few critics are willing to apply their disgust to so evenly.  For 60-years they’ve been buying twenty different tales of Roswell being sold by con-artists with the gross mentality of incompetent thieves, and they respond by cursing the CIA, the USAF, and the rest of the Department of Defense for refusing to tell them what really happened.  Meanwhile, the CIA, the USAF, and the rest of the Department of Defense fail to respond with anything approaching the expected reconciliation of rumor, having dismissed those making such demands decades ago.  These are lessons children could understand, and yet the UFO proponents are still confused, blaming governments for their own stupidity made plain in their refusal to adopt one of the most popular and easily understood philosophies of human existence yet devised:  examine carefully before buying!

Claims invented in the library need no accompanied resplendence to amaze and bewilder – they just need another badly faked signature so you think it might represent actual history.  As a result, UFOlogy has been enclosed within the same theoretical structure as Jack the Ripper, leaving its adherents no closer to an answer than those who insistently ask the world aether for the Ripper’s true identity, while expecting, of course, no serious or cogent response.  It’s now very clear that the greatest and most violent discussions produced under the aegis of world-wide UFOlogy concern events and the interpretation of events that occurred decades in the past.  UFOlogy now encompasses ancient history, precisely because it cannot find relevance in current events.  When there is nothing new under the sun, what, exactly, is there left to discover?  Similar to the nearly extinct Martians in Roger Zelazny’s A Rose for Ecclesiastes, it appears that we can always learn a little something from ancient man’s contemplation of futility.  And not unlike the Old Testament’s Book of Ecclesiastes, the Second Law of Thermodynamics makes all things equal through time, while heat death cleanses the universe of responsibility.

Hell, even the unconscious yearnings of the UFOlogical mind make its definition as a history lesson obvious to those caught up in the examination.  Full Disclosure, the single most sought after goal of UFOlogy’s most fanatical adherents, is encompassed within the passive desire for its justification, the importance of its existence to those desiring enlightenment.  Full Disclosure will justify the daily yearnings and the wasted nights of true believers most noted for replacing knowledge with faith.  Government secrets will finally vindicate their pre-teen assessments of this tiny bit of galaxy we call home, and shrink the Universe to a manageable size and dimension.  The intolerable laughter of human peers will finally fade out like the end of a laugh track queued to the closing credits of our own cartoon episode of The Ghostbusters Meet Scooby Doo on parade.  In the words of Mike Good, a columnist for UFO Magazine, Disclosure “is our last hurrah, right before we UFO aficionados say, ‘I told you so’ to all of those friends and family who poked fun at us and called us weirdoes and finally become, in Nick Redfern’s words – sorry Nick, I’m paraphrasing here – completely redundant and irrelevant.”  Disclosure, in other words, is the justification of belief that has failed to provoke any meaningful response outside of ridicule.

Mike Good

The connotation here is oriented in terms usually reserved for religious enlightenment, which is important to understand, given that Disclosure possesses a fundamentally secular definition.  Disclosure is simply the admission by the United States government that the truth behind UFOs and flying saucers is a story of extraterrestrial influence worldwide that has been known and classified by the Department of Defense for the past 60-years.  In other words, Disclosure is the reinterpretation of history.  This whole argument of religious tone and human development is based on the insistence of a few that their interpretation of history is correct, and the history known to the rest of the world is wrong.  60-years of UFOlogical failure is reinterpreted as UFOlogical success when the U.S. government finally admits that all of the paranoid secrets emblazoned, tattooed, and then branded by UFOlogists onto the psyche of America is not the effect of the commonplace and unexceptional collection of variables that the great majority of evidence indicates it is, but is instead the extraordinary causal effects of alien creatures, alien cultures, and alien technology.

Disclosure states nothing definitive about human existence today.  It’s merely the reinterpretation of human history undertaken to prove that UFOlogists were not wrong about Roswell, Minot AFB, American nukes and UFOs, aliens at the Pentagon, and a hundred other non-events that were bought and sold years ago.  It is simply the United States government’s validation of UFO claims that it has always rejected.  Disclosure is the release of classified materials proving that UFOlogists were right and the rest of the world was wrong.  Unfortunately, because the rest of the world was not wrong, and because UFOlogy is all too often the refuge of liars, hoaxers, the mentally ill, the mentally deficient, the uneducated, and the easily convinced, and because the U.S. government doesn’t really care about UFOs or those who believe in them, such a Disclosure will never occur.  And if something akin to Disclosure does occur, the results of that singular examination of classified knowledge will never be accepted as complete or honest by those who expect the past 60-years of UFOlogical failure to be exonerated, and thereby redefined as UFOlogical success.  As Mike Good says, “Disclosure:  It is the Holy Grail.  It is the culmination of all those years of cogitating about UFOs.”  When that “Holy Grail” is nothing more than the realization that authoritative historians – or the revelation of new FOIA documents – do not meet the expectations of those lobbying for that new lease on their desires and beliefs, those who are so eagerly awaiting their view of that “Holy Grail” will need to look at themselves a little deeper – not their government.  After all, there is nothing more certain than the fact that these UFOlogists are no longer looking for UFOs – they’re just looking for people to tell them they were right about their interpretation of events that transpired 60-years ago, or 50-years ago, or 40-years ago, or yesterday.  They demand that their shattered beliefs be repaired by the rewriting of history, which is essentially all that Disclosure really is.  At its heart, it’s just another word to justify the whining that all too often accompanies failure.   

Disclosure – the Holy Grail of UFOlogy – will supposedly solve all of the problems that UFOlogy’s many frequent failures have made so plain to the rest of the world.  When the USAF discloses all it knows about UFOs, the flying saucers at Roswell will finally become historically significant instead of the collection of folk tales and comedy routines that it represents today.  Disclosure will finally turn Robert Hastings’ silly musings, distorted reports, impulsive and obsessive lies, and nonsensical syllogisms about technologies he is completely ignorant of into the attendant usurpation of military strategies designed to bring about a new age typified by a fact-based approach to nuclear power and weaponry.  It will rewrite Robert Salas’ complete and utter lies, redefining them as lessons taught to us by the more advanced and infinitely more understanding aliens with a mission to protect us from ourselves.  With the onset of Full Disclosure, the tale of man’s search for meaning within the wallets of his neighbors – an object lesson warning us of the pain that can follow mental illness and its toleration for unprovoked supposition – will turn into the unified redemption of Stanton Friedman’s numerous, evolving claims regarding our government’s response to the birth of alien intervention in man’s affairs.  That’s all Disclosure really is: assumed redemption.  Remember, please, and attend to that single definition.  Disclosure is primarily the redemption of those who are wrong, as collected within their irresponsible rewriting of human history.  It’s what happens when mankind uses witchcraft to turn its failed search for God into our successful encounter with the body politic.  For the most part, it is always used in reference to a future event, and as such, it can never actually occur (which is a blessing without disguise for those like Richard Dolan, Bryce Zabel, Robert M. Collins, Robert Hastings, H. R. Phillips, Robert Salas, Stephen Greer and many, many others who are currently selling it worldwide).  Disclosure is simply a means of making money by selling ideals and the byproducts of wishful thinking amidst the assurance that wrong is right. 

Di$clo$ure is a profit-motivated system designed to treat the psychic wounds of those who refuse to accept the promise that their futures will be ordinary.  It is intended to address the fractured impressions of UFOlogy left behind at the culmination of the USAF’s investigative apparatus, Project Blue Book, the decision to shut down that money pit having been reached upon the Department of Defense’s conclusion that there was nothing important, substantiated, or reasonable to investigate and no cause for the Pentagon to pretend otherwise.  You might keep that in mind the next time you see that your dreams of flying saucers, unprovoked aggression, and alien manipulations have also been dreamed by others, and that these others have added a price tag to the tail end of them in order to flag down your lapsing attention.  And the next time you read one of those revelation-promising tomes wherein the world is buggered once again by hoary-eyed mystics riding unpronounceable, viciously lucid machines far too close to your damp and hidden face for you to decide whether they truly exist in a time that dances to the music of matter or are merely a preface to those dreams you have yet to spill, you might remember for one quiet, brief moment the true character surrounding UFOlogy’s aggressive intent:  only the first hit is free.

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Soon to debut at this fine venue:  SAUCERS OVER ALBUQUERQUE:  A FARCE IN THREE ACTS ; Paranoid and Delusional (being act 1)







January 7, 2012

Sleepless in Roswell [Part 2]


This the concluding part of Colin Bennett’s Sleepless in Roswell, part one of which was published yesterday.


 

5. Weaponisation of the Narrative

Alien under ConstructionIn this sense meant by Errol Morris, can we deconstruct “fact”? Is the universe meant to work properly, or does the fabled “noise in the machine” function (like the UFO) as an anomalistic destabiliser? Does the slightest anomaly blossom out like the proverbial butterfly’s wing and throw any and every partially-stabilised system into chaos?

Certainly belief structures, from Jesus to UFOs, from Nazism to Capitalism, can be designed, managed and cultivated as crops in a cosmological nutrient. The symbiotic relationship of we might call a “soft” Lady GaGa mass-media system to the “hard” spines of rational belief structures appears to  concern the somewhat political management of different degrees of counter-ritualization concerning metaphor structure. Story-lines dispute fact and fact does not like story lines in the sense that they tend to destabilize the inner dimensions of fact which propagandistically (and all culture is propaganda) would like to be seen as absolutes.

This leads to the somewhat postmodern thought that live consciousness is a manipulation of theatres managing a scaling of allowances rather than objectivities. Thus in our New Model Ufology here we may say that the “extraterrestrial alien” (for example) is permanently “under construction” rather than being either strictly factual or strictly fictional.

Thus the answer to Fermi’s question “where are they?” is that  the alien is under construction…

http://www.paranoiamagazine.com/backissues.html

Therefore (as is happening) bits and pieces of a whole thing may arrive before the main body. This is a good model for Darwinism and the 19th century Eugenics movement forming eventually into the main body of Nazism in the form of Adolf Hitler. In the same as Eugenics were under discussion…

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January 6, 2012

Sleepless in Roswell [Part 1]


Sleepless in Roswell 

Weaponising the Narrative

by Colin Bennett

For Steven Jobs and Stephen Wozniac
Who helped create the modern Imagination

“All Image Systems are Magical Systems.”
(Politics of the Imagination)
“If you think things could get worse, then at least you know that you’re not in Hell.”
(George Mensche, The Rumford Rogues)
“When we imagine we create a form of life”
(Looking for Orthon)

Flying Discman from MarsIntroduction

The world needs to put UFOs and Ufology in a radically different perspective. As a culture it is at least as important as the drawings of Piranesi or Michelangelo, or the paintings of Dali or Chirico. What we get from such precious things we can get from the story-architecture of Ufology, which is now an essential part of our postmodern Imagination. Even in the kitchens of the most ardent sceptic there will be some item which owes its shape and character to the UFO, now a big prime-time star in the postmodern universe. As a Big Star, the UFO is as unavoidable as are Elvis Presley, Monroe, Michael Jackson, or the idea of quantum entanglement.

Ufology turns even downright imposture into a species of postmodern art form, showing that the mechanical truth of a story is something of a decoy.

What matters is that the tale is told complete with all its faults and deceptions and the supposed framework of its truths and lies. Any story bar-codes us forever. Despite our acceptances and rejections, we play with story games, we rehearse them, add new episodes even to absurd claims, and despite ourselves again, we continue and develop even the most dubious episodes, whether they are junk theatre or not.

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April 11, 2011

FBI UFO Memo: Proof of Lazy Journalism


FBI UFO MemoA so-called “new” UFO FBI memo has recently started doing the rounds, both in UFOlogical circles and even in the mainstream media.

Sensational tabloid headlines such as “FBI: Aliens DID land on earth” and “Aliens Exist say real life X-Files” from the notorious Sun newspaper, along with “The memo that ‘proves aliens landed at Roswell’… released online by the FBI” from The Daily Mail have added to the plethora of websites proclaiming the truth has finally been revealed.

As is to be expected, those headlines and proclamations couldn’t be more wrong if they tried. The only truth revealed so far is that of one we’re used to in this field of research;

The truth doesn’t matter!

The FBI UFO memo in question, from  March 1950 and written by Special Agent in Charge (SAC) Guy Hottel to the FBI Director at the time, J. Edgar Hoover, is available to view and download from the FBI website. The text contained therein is reproduced below:

The following information was furnished to SA [censored] by [censored]

An investigator for the Air Forces stated that three so-called flying saucers had been recovered in New Mexico. They were described as being circular in shape with raised centers, approximately 50 feet in diameter. Each one was occupied by three bodies of human shape but only 3 feet tall, dressed in metallic cloth of a very fine texture. Each body was bandaged in a manner similar to the blackout suits used by speed flyers and test pilots.

According to Mr. [censored] informant, the saucers were found in New Mexico due to the fact that the Government has a very high-powered radar set-up in that area and it is believed the radar interferes with the controlling mechanism of the saucers.

No further evaluation was attempted by SA [censored] concerning the above.

This author has to wonder if journalists of the tabloid variety have lost their basic reading capacity, surely one of the requisite skills needed for such a profession? The first line of the memo states in clear terms that the information was given to the Air Force investigator by someone else. “The following information was furnished to SA [censored] by [censored]”. Further down the memo, we see the person who told the Air Force investigator was also not a first-hand witness, having received the information from yet another source! “According to Mr. [censored] informant”.

Far from being proof of anything, the memo is nothing more sensational than Guy Hottel reporting information as told to him several times removed from the original source.  The last line of the memo serves to ram home the insignificance of the information, when it states the AF investigator attempted no further evaluation. He clearly hadn’t been born the day before.

You will also note that despite headlines to the contrary, there is no mention of Roswell contained in the memo whatsoever. The incident the information refers to IS in New Mexico, but at Aztec, not Roswell.

The Reality Uncovered article Play it again, Scam from February 2009 deals specifically with the Aztec hoax, but in a nutshell the story refers to an elaborate con game perpetrated by Silas Newton and Leo GeBauer. Some people have also touted this memo to be new information, but once again this is flat wrong.

The same day the Aztec article named above was published, in February of 2009, Reality Uncovered administrator “Access Denied” refers to this exact same FBI memo in a post on the forum. Not only does his post prove the memo is far from new, it also shows how the information contained therein had already been debunked years earlier! (Emphasis added)

One particular aspect of the Aztec hoax I find interesting is this…

[from Dave Thomas’ page]

http://www.nmsr.org/aztec.htm

On May 31st and June 1st, 1998, on the nationally-syndicated radio programs Dreamland and The Art Bell Show, noted UFO researcher Linda Moulton Howe described a secret FBI memo from March 22nd, 1950, written to J. Edgar Hoover himself. Memo author Guy Hottel, of SAC, described an investigator’s report of a flying saucer recovery in New Mexico, with mention of three saucers, three-foot tall bodies, metallic cloth, and bandaged alien bodies. The crash was supposedly due to interference from high-powered radar. But all of these elements (saucers, aliens, cloth and tape, radar site) have been firmly traced to the yarns spun by our two swindlers! William Moore even traced how the story got from Silas Newton to J. Edgar Hoover: Newton told George Koehler (employed at radio station KMYR in Denver), who told Morley Davies, who told Ford dealers Murphy and van Horn, who told auto dealer Fick, who told the editor of the Kansas City Wyandotte Echo. By that time, Koehler had become “Coulter,” just like a game of “gossip” (or a game of “pi”)! This article was picked up in the news, where it caught the interest of the OSI. The OSI agent passed the story on to Guy Hottel of the FBI, and he gave the 8th-hand story to Hoover.

So, if you see any stories proclaiming proof that the aliens are here because the FBI said so, send them to Reality Uncovered for a history lesson!

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Filed under: Disinfo,ET,Exopolitics,The Core Story,UFOlogy,Ufology History,UFOs — Tags: , , , , — Stephen Broadbent @ 2:33 pm




February 27, 2011

“Mr. Non-Lethal” Discloses Aviary’s Most Closely Guarded Secret?


Followers of this blog and RU’s investigations in general may recall that last year around this time, Ryan posted a fascinating interview with John Alexander entitled Mr. Non-Lethal With Many Hands in Many Pots and noted with some frustration that…

John was evasive and ignored a number of the questions – in a few cases the most important ones.

I, as well as a number of others I suspect, agreed that Ryan had just cause to be highly skeptical of John’s answers (or more precisely, the lack thereof) and in fact I had some much harsher words of my own for him as noted in the forum thread linked to in that article for those who may be interested. I was particularly critical of his support of the Roswell Myth.

That Was Then, This is Now

Since then John’s anticipated new book UFOs: Myths, Conspiracies, and Realities has now been published and Popular Mechanics has published a brief interview with him that highlights John’s “disclosure” of the fabled “working group”…

Col. John Alexander Plants UFO Doubts in New Book: Exclusive Interview

Q: Why was the Advanced Theoretical Physics Group organized, and what did it accomplish?

A: We thought there was probably a black program on UFOs somewhere in government, and those involved would probably be willing to work with a group that had appropriate clearances and could help disseminate information. What we found out, of course, was that there was no program and that information collection was pretty much ad hoc.

I’ve now read the book and while I believe it falls far short of full disclosure of the Aviary’s true motivations and the extent of their actions, and perhaps could be criticized as an attempt to restore some credibility to some of the individuals involved in what is affectionately referred to here at RU as Scammers Inc, I will say this…

Buy this book!

I am encouraged by the all too rare move to intellectual honesty that Mr. Alexander expresses through his authoritative rejection of a number of popular UFOlogical “sacred cows” including Roswell, MJ-12 and Area 51 and I think this may turn out to be an important book… or not. At the very least it makes for some good entertainment and presents a formidable challenge for those who wish to continue to profit from the “reality” of a vast UFO conspiracy. If anybody could have got their foot in the door if one existed, I can’t say that I know of anybody with a more appropriate background more determined to do so. The introduction from Burt Rutan and commentary by Tom Clancy is worth the price of admission alone.

That said, John, we need to talk.

UFOs: Myths, Conspiracies and “Realities”?

Buy at Amazon

Buy at Amazon

From the prologue…

UFOs are real! With no prevarication or qualification of terms, there are physical objects of unknown origin that do transit our universe. The evidence that supports those statements is simply overwhelming. That evidence includes both hard data collected via multispectral sensors and from high-quality eyewitnesses that are neither misreporting facts nor delusional.

And…

Any so-called skeptic that states, “There is no hard evidence to support the existence of UFOs,” is simply wrong! What he or she really means is that they haven’t taken the time to seriously review the data, and most likely you can infer that they aren’t about to start now.

It should be noted only one sentence of the 1976 Tehran case (a teletype sent by the DAO in Tehran as a matter of routine foreign intelligence) that was given as an example of material the ATP had “exclusive” access to was initially classified and that was at the CONFIDENTIAL level because it involved sources and methods and if cases like Bentwaters (Rendlescam Forest), Cash-Landrum, the Coyne Incident (Mansfield, Ohio), the Phoenix Lights, Gulf Breeze (Bruce Maccabee), and Malmstrom (Robert Hastings and Salas) he discusses in the chapter “REAL CASES AND HARD DATA” is the best evidence John has, I’m afraid I see nothing new here in the way of “data” to review.

No one has to convince this skeptic UFOs are real! I already know sometimes people (myself included) see things in the sky they can’t identify but where’s the evidence that establishes UFOs “transit our universe”? To his credit, John acknowledges there’s no physical (“multispectral sensor”) evidence of objects of unknown origin entering and exiting our atmosphere from outer space but then he handwaves it away with the following rationalization…

At a minimum it appears that these enigmatic objects have a capability to manipulate physical reality in manners that we have yet to comprehend. That does not make them less real, just more difficult to explain.

Well John that kind of does, if they can be picked up by our sensors (e.g. eyes) but not any others, seems to me it’s either not really an object of unknown origin or it’s not really there. But, I digress…

I do like this book. It’s definitely a step in the right direction and John should be congratulated for it.

 

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February 5, 2009

Play it again, Scam


    
If the board members of Scammers Inc needed a blueprint for their plan to hoodwink wealthy investors with tales of crashed flying saucers and reverse engineered alien technology, they didn’t have to look very far. Conveniently for them, a blueprint already existed in the form of the Aztec UFO scam that fooled wealthy investor’s way back in the late 40’s and early 50’s.

Behind the Flying SaucersBlueprint for Deception
Frank Scully’s “Behind the Flying Saucers”, published in September 1950 by Henry Holt & Co, was a tale of crashed flying saucers and dead alien bodies, mixed in with a load of nonsense about where they came from, how they got here and why. Scully’s source of this unbelievable information was an acquaintance of his by the name of Silas Mason Newton and a mysterious “Dr Gee”. Dr Gee was allegedly a brilliant government scientist in the field of magnetic energy and told Scully he had examined crashed flying saucers for the government. In reality, Dr Gee’s real name was Leo GeBauer and he owned a radio and television parts store in Phoenix, Arizona. Newton was the president of his own oil exploration business, the Newton Oil Company. It was this field of oil exploration in which the two con artists were to make the money from their saucer scam.

Newton was no stranger to swindling wealthy individuals out of their hard earned money. In September 1934, he was arrested and charged with selling $25,000 of worthless stock to an individual. He was also investigated for two incidents of stock fraud and was sued for conning another person out of $28,000. Despite all of this though, nothing ever came of it and he was free to carry on with his illegal activities. His Flying Saucer/Brilliant Scientist scam were to make him and GeBauer more money than they ever could have dreamed of.

Signs of the Times
It is not difficult to discover what first gave the pair the idea of coming up with the flying saucer plan. They heard about an alleged incident near Death Valley in August 1949. A local newspaper, The Bakersfield Californian, reported the story of prospector Buck Fitzgerald who claimed to see a flying disc crash land followed by two “little men” jumping out and running away. There were many stories of people seeing things in the sky and assuming they were ships from other planets, with newspapers and radio stations alike often discussing the many sightings and what they might be, the technology they use and their purpose for being here.

Realising the potential of using such material for themselves, coupled with the “new” science they would be able to invent because it came from outer space, it didn’t take the pair long to get started. Only seven months later, in March 1950, an unidentified lecturer -later identified as Silas Newton- gave a fifty minute lecture on flying saucers at the University of Denver. In it, he talked about the crash of a saucer at Aztec, NM and proceeded to lay the foundations for the scam. He talked about the saucer and its (dead) personnel in great detail, he talked of alien artefacts in their possession “for research” and this is also where we see the introduction of the genius scientist by the name of Dr. Gee.

Fiction becomes intriguing possibility of a fantastic reality, invented characters become bona-fide people based on, well, nothing at really and before you know it, you have yourself an event. It matters not one jot that for the majority of people who hear the tale it will be written off as fantasist fiction, the story isn’t for them. It is for those people who are perhaps too trusting of folk and would never believe they are being set up for a hit. The believer will go out and tell the story to the people they know. Of them, a few will do the same thing -with embellishments of course- and the cycle will be repeated until eventually the story will be reported on the radio, talked about in bars and printed in newspapers etc. Imagine the potential if only six months later that same story appears in print in the form of Behind the Flying Saucers courtesy of Mr. Scully…

Men at Work
With all of this in place, the pair were free to bedazzle and befuddle those investors that were unfortunate to cross their path. The scam was both elegant and crude in equal measure. Newton would go into the desert and drill holes into which he would insert a quantity of oil. The next day, accompanied by potential investors, they would go out into the desert and demonstrate their amazing ability at locating oil using a wondrous device that had been invented by the brilliant Dr. Gee. Naturally, he was able to develop such a fantastic contraption thanks to the amazing secrets he had learned while examining the crashed flying saucer. Using this method, the pair not only managed to con some investors into purchasing worthless oil leases, but were also able to sell some of the devices at a lovely $18,500 each. The total figure they managed to squeeze out of the investors added up to $400,000 – which by today’s standards is estimated to be somewhere in the region of $19 million! One of those investors -Herman Flader- was fleeced for $231,000 all on his own. He would get his own back on the pair, however.

Reality Uncovered, Retro
Were John P. Cahn alive today, he would be made a honorary member of Reality Uncovered in a heartbeat. Who is he? You might ask. John P. Cahn was the investigative reporter who brought the Aztec UFO hoax crashing down around Newton and GeBauer’s ears. He also made Frank Scully look somewhat foolish in the process, with him having written the book that gave the conmen so much publicity in the first place.

John P. Cahn, or JP Cahn as he was known to his friends and associates, was a Stanford graduate and served in the US Navy. He subsequently worked as a writer for the San Francisco Chronicle and the Denver Post. He also wrote for Coronet, True, Liberty and other national magazines, RKO Studios and for television shows including Alfred Hitchcock Presents. While on special assignment to True Magazine in 1952, Cahn first discovered that all might not be as it seemed in regards to the information contained in Behind the Flying Saucers.

The introduction from the September 1952 issue of  True Magazine, entitled “Flying Saucers and the Mysterious Little Men” really sets the tone for what had gone before, and what was to come.

Had flying saucers manned by crews three feet tall actually landed on Earth? That was the question. This is how TRUE and Mr. Cahn found the answer.

For four months, across 4500 miles and five western states, I tracked down visitors from the planet Venus.
It was a fantastic assignment. The story I was to dig up if I could was the weirdest that any reporter could dream of having handed to him. If I found the Venusians, I couldn’t interview them, even if I knew how to speak their language. For they were dead, those strange little beings, from unknown causes – half of their number crisped by heat to a dark brown color.
They’d come out of the sky in flying saucers. My job was to bring their story down to earth.
I got it – their full inside story. And though I didn’t find the dead Venusians, I uncovered some rather fantastic living characters…

On the crest of a wave of public excitement about flying saucers in the spring of 1950 came news from the West that topped any of of the hundreds of saucer reports that had been recorded up to that time. Newspapers everywhere printed and reprinted the rumor that, in Denver, several businessmen had been shown little pieces of metal, small gears and a curious little radio set. These things, it was said, had been taken from a fallen flying saucer.

The metal was an unknown stuff that defied analysis. The gears- well, they looked like ordinary gears. The tubeless radio set, however, was really something; it beeped every fifteen minutes, exactly on the quarter hours, with a single brief ethereal tone-note that was seemingly a signal from outer space.

 

The entire 13 page article is a veritable tour de force of investigative journalism and should be required reading for anyone interested in the history of UFOlogy. The absolute highlight for me is how Cahn managed to get hold of one of the discs that allegedly came from one of the flying saucers. According to Newton, the disc had been subjected to over 150 exhaustive tests and could even withstand heat of 10,000 degrees. Cahn knew he needed to get his hands on one and have it subjected to independent tests. How he went about achieving his goal is a joy to behold. Cahn had already met with Newton previously, and arranged to meet him a second time at the Palace Hotel in San Francisco. This time he brought with him his close friend and Sunday editor of the Chronicle, Scott Newhall. It was during this meeting that Newton showed them both the discs of unknown metal. Only allowing them a brief glimpse of the metallic treasure, Cahn nonetheless saw enough to know he had to think of something in order to achieve his goal. Think of something is exactly what he did!
First, he and his friend Scott got to work on creating copies of the discs they had been allowed a brief glimpse of. Working entirely from memory, they produced several copies of differing sizes and thickness using various metals. Once completed, Cahn kept the copies in his pocket everywhere he went; in order to give them an “authentic” worn look, similar to that of the originals. For the next part of his plan, Cahn employed the services of professional magician Hal McIntyre in order to try and switch one of the discs with one of Cahn’s fakes. For that to happen of course, Newton needed to produce the discs again and allow them to have a look. At first the plan didn’t work, primarily because Newton didn’t show the discs at the next meeting. However, Cahn most certainly was not one for giving up. He had Hal the magician teach him how to make the switch himself. Eventually, after many false starts Cahn was to get his chance.

“Newton was in great form that day. He was wearing a very pale gray flannel suit and somewhere in his travels he had picked up a deep tan. The way he handled himself I got to feeling that $35,000 was really a pretty chintzy offer.

There was the usual amount of backing and filling. Newton mulled the proposition over and gravely considered what his people would think. Occasionally he digressed long enough to spin some colorful bit of saucerian information, but by and large he was strictly the business man negotiating.

It was a shock, then, when he rummaged around in a coat pocket, hauled out the grainy handkerchief, spread the gears and disks on the desk and said, “I suppose you wanted to see these again.”

It was a bad moment. One look at Newton’s disks and it was a cinch that the substitutes were at best pretty unreasonable facsimilies. But it could have been a lot worse – I could have been caught diskless. Luckily, I did have the fake disks with me, bad as they were. I was still carrying them around, aging them in my pockets.

The most obvious thing wrong with my fakes was that they were much too thin – all but the one made with monel metal. It was halfway thick enough, but if it had seemed too heavy when it was made up, now, by secretly sorting it out and hefting it in my pocket, it seemed hopeless.

While I was wondering what to do, Newton was talking about a saucer that had been sighted over Africa. As swept away as he was by his new story he never once lost sight of the disks, handing over first one and then the other and placing them on his open handkerchief as they were returned.

I didn’t dare stall any longer. Not only was there the chance that any minute Newton would wrap up the disks and tuck them away, but I was beginning to get the shakes. I palmed the monel fake by gripping it with the fourth finger between the palm and second joint, and tried to remember what my friend McIntyre the magician, had told me. “Let me see one of those disks again, Mr. Newton,” I said. I guess I’m not cut out for this sort of thing because my voice sounded like I was going to be sick and when I took my hands from my pocket I could see the skin creases shine where the sweat was forming.

I took Newton’s disk between my thumb and forefinger, held it up to look at it, and then let it drop into my cupped hand. I gave a kind of feeble cough with the idea that if it clinked against the fake, the sound would be covered. There wasn’t any clink.

I went through the motions of hefting the disk in my hand although actually I was holding the two of them tightly palmed to keep them from getting mixed up. Big, single drops of icy sweat were slithering down my sides.

I just sat there for a second or two hefting away and trying to look as if I were pondering some deep interplanetary problem. Then, looking Newton right in the eye as McIntyre had told me, I let the monel fake slide into my other hand and passed it back to him. Keeping my eyes from flicking down at that fake disk as I handed it over was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

Newton took it, plunked it down on the handkerchief without even glancing at it, and went right on with his story. All I had to do now was get his disk into my pocket without his noticing the move. McIntyre had warned me not to do it too soon and above all, not to look at my hand while I put it into my pocket. I didn’t, but it was a struggle. Then I tried to sit there and listen to Newton with that disk of his burning a hole right through the side of my suit. As hard as I tried not to sneak a look at the fake sitting there in the handkerchief alongside of Newton’s disk, I couldn’t stop it.

When I saw the two of them together I almost passed out. The fake was so bad it stuck out like an Eskimo at a Boston social tea party.”

 

Newton never noticed the switch and Cahn finally had an original “alien” disk. Thanks to another friend of his, Dr. Hobson of (wait for it!) the Stanford Research Institute, the disk was subjected to a barrage of tests and was found to be nothing more than pots-and-pans-grade aluminium that melted at an earthly 657 degrees Fahrenheit. Armed with this new found knowledge, Cahn made easy work of dismantling the hoax perpetrated by Newton and GeBauer but with more than a little help from Frank Scully.

As a result of JP Cahn’s marvellous exposé, several investors who had been conned by the pair came forward with their stories. For some, the 3 year statute of limitations had already expired and they were unable to make a case. For Herman Flader however, the millionaire businessman who had been taken for over $230,000, it hadn’t. The pair were arrested by the FBI and charged with conducting a confidence game, and conspiracy to commit a confidence game. The trial at the District Court in Denver lasted for several weeks, with the jury taking less than five hours to find the pair guilty on both counts. Result.

Back to the future
When one looks at the elements of the Aztec hoax and compares them to more recent events in the field of UFOlogy, the resemblance is startling. Every single aspect of the Aztec hoax has a counterpart in the modern day Core Story hoax. Even the main characters today can be uncannily matched to the characters of Newton, GeBauer and even Scully. The only thing that is different -so far- is the modern day hoaxers have not been caught.

Well, we know who they are and we know how they did it. In just a few more updates, so will you.

–Stephen Broadbent

 


 

Resources

Behind the Flying Saucers
The original story by Frank Scully in MS Word format.

The Flying Saucers and the Mysterious Little Men, TRUE Magazine September 1952
The full 13 page article detailing the quite brilliant investigation by JP Cahn. Absolutely essential reading.

Flying Saucer Swindlers, TRUE Magazine August 1956
More essential reading by JP Cahn. This 6 page article details the investigative work done to uncover the motive of the scam and its victims. Also features some great anecdotes from the trial of Newton and GeBauer.

Further Reading

Flying Saucers and Frank Scully
Wonderful article discussing the book by Frank Scully and the great work done by JP Cahn.

Aztec (New Mexico) UFO Hoax – The Skeptic’s Dictionary
Short but descriptive version of events.

The Aztec, NM UFO Scam – New Mexicans for Science and Reason
More background information on the story.

The Fate of the UFO Crash Supposition – The Roswell Files
Excellent series, must-read resource.

The Other Side of Truth
Collection of Aztec-related blog posts by Paul Kimball. Some fascinating insights.








January 22, 2009

ROTTEN TO THE CORE: THE ROSWELL MYTH AND MJ-12 HOAX


MJ12 To explain the lack of any unambiguous (especially physical) evidence in the public domain to support the Extraterrestrial Hypothesis (ETH), conventional wisdom in UFOlogy tells us this is because (depending on which version of the constantly changing story one wishes to believe) an alien spaceship (or two) and it’s three (or four) pilots, one of which survived for some time afterwards (or not), crashed near Roswell (or San Augustin), New Mexico in 1947 and was secretly recovered by the military without a trace.

Then, as the Myth goes, in response to what would arguably be one of the greatest scientific discovery of all time, the “temporary” government formed a shadow government with zero accountably to anybody else, including the successors to the President that formed it.  This alleged secret government was supposedly comprised of twelve well-placed officials known as the Majestic (or Majic) 12 (or MJ-12 for short).  It’s purpose was allegedly to suppress any and all evidence of ET visitation. That suppression would have required a worldwide coverup, 24/7, for over 60 years, without fail, sans a few minor “leaks” (sans any veritable evidence, of course). 

Presumably this coverup was conducted because the public couldn’t handle the truth.  The truth being, the “disturbing” message that Jesus was an alien or that humans taste like chicken to our Reptilian Overlords from Zeta Reticuli perhaps?  Additionally, the private government’s motive was allegedly to secretly reverse engineer the captured alien technology in order to… well, apparently nobody’s really sure.

Pursuant to this claim is the notion that (according to Kit Green) at some point “in the 70’s and 80’s” (coincidentally around the same time the Myth was created), MJ-12 was disbanded and the “singularly unsuccessful” task of reverse engineering alien technology was transferred into the private sector.  This is where the supporters, if not as we suspect the very originators, of the “core story” – aided by their impressive (former) credentials and an apparently unlimited supply of anonymous “insider” sources – have been singularly successful in securing funding (to the tune of hundreds of millions of dollars by some accounts) for their pseudoscientific “research.”

There is only one problem.  According to the historical record, none of the handful or so of individuals who were directly involved in the Roswell incident, and handled the debris in 1947, said at the time that there was anything “other worldly” about the “tinfoil, paper, tape, and sticks” that the rancher “Mac” Brazel , reportedly found.  Consequently, the incident rapidly faded into obscurity, sans a few (most likely completely unrelated) rumors over the years.  That is, until one of those individuals, Jesse Marcel , came forward (according to professional UFOlogist and proven charlatan Stanton Friedman) over 30 years later with a slightly different tale to tell in 1978.  All of a sudden, several more “witnesses” with even more fantastic stories to tell about what happened in 1947 started to appear, seemingly out of nowhere.

Next up…

[after telling Agent J that they’re going to check the “hot sheets,” Agent K pulls up to a newsstand and buys a pile of supermarket tabloids]

Agent J: *These* are the hot sheets?

Agent K: Best investigative reporting on the planet. But go ahead, read the New York Times if you want. They get lucky sometimes.



Filed under: Aviary,The Core Story,Ufology History — Tags: , , , — Access Denied @ 3:01 am




April 21, 2007

The ET Republic


If latest events in this sector of the UFOlogy arena are anything to go by, we are led to believe that the “Powers That Be” in the USA hold all of the aces with regard to ET disclosure. These highly secretive individuals, we are told, are in possession of a knowledge that has thus far proved so devastating in its implications that only a select few have ever been privy to this earth shattering information.

Some of this information has leaked out into the public domain of course. Little snippets here and there, all filtered into the system with the prime objective designed around the gradual seeding in the collective consciousness of the reality of ET life.

Eventually we are sold tales of crashed discs and meetings with offworld civilizations. We are to believe that the US are in posession of alien technology and have used reverse-engineering in order to use that technology for their own purposes. Why anyone would want to reverse engineer something that clearly does not work in the manner it was designed to should be beside the point. Not only are we supposed to believe all of the above, we are also supposed to believe that out of all of the thousands and thousands of people that must have been involved in such a gargantuan coverup effort, not one single shred of hard evidence has ever been forthcoming. That is truly something!

Perhaps the crashed discs and the reverse-engineering are all fabrications as part of the seeding operation. That would certainly make more sense and would require far fewer people being in the loop in order to be successful. This is however not what these shadowy insiders are telling us. They ARE in fact telling us that ET came for a visit, crashed while parking, had a slight problem with immigration, but eventually phoned home and got it all sorted out. They also liked the natives so much they thought the folks back home would too, so they duly arranged for the lovely humans to go and visit their place in the sun(s). On the flip side, one of them liked the US so much he decided to stay there.

It must have been a pretty boring life for the little fella, what with trips to Disney World and walks in the park obviously not on the agenda. Instead, he would have to get used to being moved around in huge secrecy and with armed guards and monitors following his every waking and sleeping move. I don’t really understand what the ET would have liked about that kind of existence, but it must have been consentual otherwise our guys and gals wouldn’t have had such a homely and welcoming experience on his planet now would they? Actually, maybe that part was completely made up, as part of the plausibe deniability aspect to the story. Bit of an odd concept that, don’t you think?

Ok, maybe there wasn’t an exchange program after all, but that would mean that the poor old ET guy would have been held here against his will. What kind of message would that send to his people? Then again, we are supposed to believe that the ET’s apparently didn’t care that one of their craft crash-landed on a foreign planet. They didn’t feel the need to attempt to launch a rescue and recovery operation in order to get their people and equipment back. They must have known we were far behind them in technological terms so the idea of their property falling into the hands of the humans must have given them pause for thought, at the very least! That single crashed craft could change the whole course of history for the planet in question. It appears they need an alien version of the Prime Directive if you ask me. Oh wait, wait a minute. Some reports tell us they might have launched a rescue operation if the number of reported crashes are anything to go by. Guess what though? Yep, they crashed too. I guess they gave it up as a bad job after that and went home. Then again, maybe they tried repeatedly. And crashed repeatedly. Dumb aliens eh!

So, regardless of what actually transpired in order for there to be something to disclose, the simple fact is, apparently, that there is something to disclose. And only the US are in on the deal. Let’s not forget that part of the story. Over 6 billion people live on this planet of ours, with many different races and religions thrown into the wonderful mix that comprises humanity.

However, if certain blog accounts are to be believed, the vast majority of humanity does not have a say in this disclosure. Nope, the only people being taken into account are those of the christian faith that understand English. If Christ isn’t your saviour then sorry, you don’t appear to be part of this particular story. The end times are a-coming but before rising up to heaven we will be told everything we need to know about the aliens.

We assume of course, that these English speaking aliens with an apparent love for the American way of life are quite happy to allow just one nation to speak for the rest of the world.

“We are here, but please don’t tell those pesky Europeans or the troublesome Chinese about it just yet, we don’t really trust them. The Russians?! The Muslim and Hindu States!? Get outta here buddy! It’s baseball and strawberry ice cream for us. You can let those funky Tibetan monks in on the deal though, they have some groovy tunes baby!”

We are also being told we might now have to wait until the next US elections before we will be informed that our lives have changed forever. Elections in other countries are of no importance of course. The rest of the world’s governments go about their daily business blissfully unaware that their future on this planet is being decided by a very small number of people who send cryptic email messages to each other and occasionally allow a select few mere mortals to sneak a quick glimpse at the forbidden knowledge.

Don’t worry about it folks, disclosure is coming and it will be done through the medium of obscure web blogs and relatively small online forums. How else did you think it would happen?

Someone’s laughing, Lord, kumbaya…

Cheers,
Zep



Filed under: Aviary,Disclosure,ET,Serpo,The Core Story,Ufology History,UFOs — Tags: , , , , , — Stephen Broadbent @ 1:05 am






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