excerpt from "Undeliverable Letters from the Underground"

[Barile]

I think I mentioned that. Some people see a tiny dot in the sky and declare we are not alone in the universe, other people sit at the counter at Denny's and talk to themselves in a pocket mirror propped up on a salt shaker ( who remembers "Mirror Man" in Hollywood? ). To a large extent, both factions might as well be cousins, in my view. I can differentiate between the NDE I had ( quite a bit mystical seeming, but still not 'religious'... did I mention I reject all religious interpretations on general principle? ) and a large object 20 feet off the ground, motionless, 30 yards away.. essentially not fully materialized and trying to telepathically invite me to have tea... or whatever. I'd have been happy with the explanation that I was "seeing things", were it not for the fact that Nina saw it first and pointed it out. There were many details, sensations, and the odd phenomenon that in remembering it, I can only recall that it seemed it was happening at dusk, even though it was before noon on a sunny day. It's the details that make it sound like complete hallucination, and so, when I hear crazy ass stories that sound like really shitty sci-fi,
I leave open the possibility that some of those stories that are documented, were "as experienced" and language has failed miserably to describe.
Sounds crazy... I know. Perhaps it's supposed to sound crazy, or again... we don't have a vocabulary or the right sense organ to grasp.
If you want crazy sounding, look up Jack Sarfatti, theoretical physicist ( Jack Sarfatti - Wikipedia ). If you poke around long enough, you will find his own personal "contact experience" story, making mine look fairly pedestrian. I've heard him describe it, and as expected, it was beyond crazy....
oh... here

I'm kinda disappointed that nobody said, "hey, ya know, Jack Sarfatti seems quite a bit crazier than you, man."
Out of the group of people I related the above story to, Jack was the only one that didn't even respond.
One upsmanship. Typical.

 

[Dotey OT]

Thank you.

 

[Barile]

Thank you.

I see what you did there

 

[Zertel]

How about this from another thread to add to the conversation?

michaelangelo said:

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Short video, 3 minutes. He's saying there are benevolent and nonviolent extraterrestrial civilizations. I suppose it's a possibility or maybe a probability. A question might be is did they evolve to that or originate in that condition. Maybe someone will ask him and see what he thinks.
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Star People - Are You One?
There is nothing worse than feeling out of place in this world -when nothing around you makes sense, and the haunting dread of loneliness seeps in because

www.sagegoddess.com

• Their eyes look like crescent moons
• They’re empathetic, wise, and unique
• They have a very old soul
• They have had psychic experiences, most notable with vivid and prophetic dreams
• They don’t have a sense of “home” or “belonging”
• Animals are easily drawn to them
• They are attracted to the study of metaphysics
• They’re spiritually advanced
• Their auras are not solid, but instead have the radiance of a rainbow

ETA: The author of the "Sage Goddess" site is Athena Perrakis, Ph.D. She sells classes and "The world's largest selection of crystals and other sacred tools . . . . "
It was a top billing at google so I posted it. It's rather colorful I might say. There are lots of other discussions of Star People on the internet.

 

[Barile]

How about this from another thread to add to the conversation?

Short video, 3 minutes. He's saying there are benevolent and nonviolent extraterrestrial civilizations. I suppose it's a possibility or maybe a probability. A question might be is did they evolve to that or originate in that condition. Maybe someone will ask him and see what he thinks.
...................................................................................................................................

Star People - Are You One?
There is nothing worse than feeling out of place in this world -when nothing around you makes sense, and the haunting dread of loneliness seeps in because

www.sagegoddess.com

• Their eyes look like crescent moons
• They’re empathetic, wise, and unique
• They have a very old soul
• They have had psychic experiences, most notable with vivid and prophetic dreams
• They don’t have a sense of “home” or “belonging”
• Animals are easily drawn to them
• They are attracted to the study of metaphysics
• They’re spiritually advanced
• Their auras are not solid, but instead have the radiance of a rainbow

ETA: The author of the "Sage Goddess" site is Athena Perrakis, Ph.D. She sells classes and "The world's largest selection of crystals and other sacred tools . . . . "
It was a top billing at google so I posted it. It's rather colorful I might say. There are lots of other discussions of Star People on the internet.

you may find this surprising, but there is an awful lot of stuff, regardless of source, or likelyhood, that I find doesn't contribute to my personal
jigsaw puzzle project. I try not to judge the validity... because I know I cannot. I seriously try.

I was jotting down some notes last night, that may find it's way into my "Here Be Dragons" chapter,

"... and sometimes, I feel like it wasn't intended that I should understand who or what that was, or the meaning
of what was shown, or what their reaction was to my refusal of an invitation."
"Sometimes I feel like the message was simple." 'Just remember this when you think you've figured it all out, or when you doubt everthing. Just remember this.'

I can tell you the exact moment in my life, when I first questioned the objectivity of reality. I was maybe 5 years old and was walking down the street back to my house. I was passing the next dead-end block just before Chestnut street, and there was one of the neighborhood kids, a girl of maybe 12 or 13 years old. She called my name and said, "come here, quick". I hesitated, as it was a hot day, and the block was 4 or 5 houses deep, and she was at the farthest end. Again, she called me to come quickly, and that she wanted to show me something.
I relented and ran over to her. Her hands were cupped, and off to her side, partially hidden. She raised her hands and with a sweeping motion,
produced a perfect Monarch butterfly, which flitted about and flew away. "Magic!", she proudly exclaimed.
I was momentarily stunned, and thought something like, "What? Magic.... is real? What?".

That was the first time I wondered if maybe it wasn't all smoke and mirrors, maybe, just maybe there was more to it all.
It is hard to imagine being duped by something like this now. Hard to imagine, but not impossible.

 

[flaglandbase]

I believe the full name of the site is Devil's Millhopper, I was there in '97. Anomalous phenomena might be caused by outgassing of strange fumes from the sinkhole, or a kind of "magic eye" effect created by overlapping patterns in the dense foliage, or local microclimate forming a lenticular cloud in the bowl shaped valley.

 

[Barile]

I believe the full name of the site is Devil's Millhopper, I was there in '97. Anomalous phenomena might be caused by outgassing of strange fumes from the sinkhole, or a kind of "magic eye" effect created by overlapping patterns in the dense foliage, or local microclimate forming a lenticular cloud in the bowl shaped valley.

well... flaglandbase... if that is your real name.... yes, I am familar with all kinds of swampy stuff, I grew up about a mile from the meadowland swamps between New Jersey and New York. And you forgot about the power lines that often offgas ozone and the rare... transformer explosion.
The site has morphed a bit since 1971. There was nothing but dry open land between the parking ring and the main sink hole. Could have
played football on it.
So I take it.... you didn't see what we saw. Lucky, bruh.

 

[Zertel]

you may find this surprising, but there is an awful lot of stuff, regardless of source, or likelyhood, that I find doesn't contribute to my personal
jigsaw puzzle project. I try not to judge the validity... because I know I cannot. I seriously try.

I was jotting down some notes last night, that may find it's way into my "Here Be Dragons" chapter,

"... and sometimes, I feel like it wasn't intended that I should understand who or what that was, or the meaning
of what was shown, or what their reaction was to my refusal of an invitation."
"Sometimes I feel like the message was simple." 'Just remember this when you think you've figured it all out, or when you doubt everthing. Just remember this.'

I can tell you the exact moment in my life, when I first questioned the objectivity of reality. I was maybe 5 years old and was walking down the street back to my house. I was passing the next dead-end block just before Chestnut street, and there was one of the neighborhood kids, a girl of maybe 12 or 13 years old. She called my name and said, "come here, quick". I hesitated, as it was a hot day, and the block was 4 or 5 houses deep, and she was at the farthest end. Again, she called me to come quickly, and that she wanted to show me something.
I relented and ran over to her. Her hands were cupped, and off to her side, partially hidden. She raised her hands and with a sweeping motion,
produced a perfect Monarch butterfly, which flitted about and flew away. "Magic!", she proudly exclaimed.
I was momentarily stunned, and thought something like, "What? Magic.... is real? What?".

That was the first time I wondered if maybe it wasn't all smoke and mirrors, maybe, just maybe there was more to it all.
It is hard to imagine being duped by something like this now. Hard to imagine, but not impossible.

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After I made my last post I watched the video you posted about the abductees and researchers and it was an excellent overview of the subject. Most of the participants were still pondering what was happening and as might be expected there was no consensus of the meaning of it all.

So some aliens picked you and Nina to receive some kind of message since they thought you might be "receptive". Granted that you talked to some people about it in the past but you waited fifty years to finally start writing it all down and maybe make it public. What a comm lag. Hopefully the aliens have patience.

It seems that unlike transcendental experiences which are usually positive most encounter experiences are unpleasant and unsettling although one of the participants in the video said she and her family were continuing to have encounters and were okay with it.

 

[Zertel]

One of the researchers on the abductee and researchers video noted that psychologists and psychiatrists weren't any help in dealing with people who were traumatized by encounters since they work on the clock. Your hour is up - see you next week. In scn the directive was "What turns it on turns it off. Get the preclear through it." You continued a session for as long as it took.

The researchers in the video put it in terms of being "compassionate" and being willing to listen to a lengthy description of an encounter someone had.

 

[Barile]

One of the researchers on the abductee and researchers video noted that psychologists and psychiatrists weren't any help in dealing with people who were traumatized by encounters since they work on the clock. Your hour is up - see you next week. In scn the directive was "What turns it on turns it off. Get the preclear through it." You continued a session for as long as it took.

The researchers in the video put it in terms of being "compassionate" and being willing to listen to a lengthy description of an encounter someone had.

good input. I may or may not have mentioned that there was a memory problem involved, and secondarily, which I did not mention...
I had a job for 30 years that required a good bit of credibility. It wasn't until 2014 that it all started to fully come back to memory,
and even then, it was too risky to even mention it. The incident was partially blocked by what someone once described as "death by astonishment".
The "message" was nothing to do with saving the whales or making sure to recycle, or 'try to be kind'. I described it in full in a series of
letters, and more than one physicist said.... "oh ya, that is E= hf"
Link Here: ( E=hf – EWT )
If you want to go down a rabbit hole, this will be good for many hours of fun. I'm not sure what I was supposed to make of it,
although I felt I knew (intuitively) what was being demonstrated.... but like I said, I was a musician, not a theoretical physicist.

I can only imagine how someone else might have interpreted this, but I'm entirely sure it would have sounded absurd.
See the conundrum?



The key... an indirect threat to "the orderly functioning of the protective organs of the body politic"

This, coincidentally, was offered as an explanation of what "they" are actually doing, erroding faith
in institutions and accepted myths. ( maybe Jung, maybe a few others )


this from the document described here:

 

[Zertel]

This guy relates a rather amazing story of his encounters with "tall whites" while stationed at Nellis Air Force Base in the mid-60's.

I watched a little bit and got hooked and watched the whole thing.
I'm going to watch again and see if I can figure out some inconsistencies like how could Tall Whites walk around in public unnoticed since their head configuration is different than humans. He related an incident where a Tall White woman appears to be falling while walking down some steps and when a man* grabs her arm to keep her from falling she zaps him. (The Whites are very touchy about humans entering their space.) Maybe it happened on the military base where everyone was sworn to secrecy. Back to the Twilight Zone or The X-Files.

Okay - He said they look "reasonably human" and most of the adults are about six feet tall. Good enough.

* It was a CIA guard accompanying her. She wasn't falling, it was just that Tall White women walk a bit differently.

 

[Zertel]

The recent release of dramatic fighter pilot videos means something is happening? Hmmm

 

[Zertel]

Barile - Editorial note

I assume you're writing a part of your autobiography.
. . . letters from the underground is fuzzy and non specific and wouldn't get my attention.
Along the same line "/contact experience" or something like that added to the thread title would make it more interesting.

 

[Barile]

Barile - Editorial note

I assume you're writing a part of your autobiography.
. . . letters from the underground is fuzzy and non specific and wouldn't get my attention.
Along the same line "/contact experience" or something like that added to the thread title would make it more interesting.

well... no and no. Like I originally said somewhere in all this ( or maybe that is in the intro I didn't provide ), it is intended to be given to my son, because he's now old enough, in my opinion, ( 25 ) to connect some dots. See, his mom died when he was 6 or 7 and I raised him solo.

What did he know about me... or what would he have been comfortable with? He knew where I worked and what I did, and indeed tagged along
once in a while to sit in my office and play world of warcraft on a laptop, he knew I was a musician, a scuba diver ( and awarded a citizen of the year citation from the city and California Senate for saving a life during a diving accident ), he knew I liked to build guitars for my own enjoyment and use, he knew I liked to cook... because I liked to eat, and he also knew I loved to ride motorcycles, because it's the next best fucking thing to flying.
He knew absolutely nothing about my brush with Scn, the SO, or my fascination with the hard problem... as I didn't think that would be of any help
to him, until he was old enough to understand critical thought. In that sense everything else was in fact, "Undelivered", and of that... there is
what I like to call "a shit ton".
But... I don't really write per se, or at least, have not earnestly tried to approach it as a serious endeavor, so I made a deal with myself, that I was
going to work at it, until I reduced the embellisments, hyperbole and bullshit to as close to zero as I was capable. So... letting other people
look over my shoulder is pretty useful. I guess I chose the most controversial subject on hand, because it is certainly the most polarizing,
and I thought that would reveal where I was failing to paint a picture that would provoke a personal inspection of the reader's thoughts on the subject. Of course, I stopped short on some details, because my interpretation is purely subjective and not at all BPI.
There are many other stories, mostly about people I've known, odd synchonicities I've experienced, good times, bad times. Ya know... life.

The only thing I knew about my father was that he worked for a very large manufacturer of medical equipment, was in the Navy during WWII and
was wounded, and was a pretty decent sketch artist with absolutely no confidence in his own ability... oh... and that his priorities in life were
perhaps... somewhat Victorian. Maybe there was more to it, but I will never know for sure.
So it's an attempt at providing a truthful, historical account to perhaps the only person to whom it would ever really matter.

“We have two lives, and the second begins when we realize we only have one.”—Confucius

 

[Barile]

The recent release of dramatic fighter pilot videos means something is happening? Hmmm

to be honest... I think most of those are complete and utter bullshit. call it a hunch.

 

[Zertel]

well... no and no. Like I originally said somewhere in all this ( or maybe that is in the intro I didn't provide ), it is intended to be given to my son, because he's now old enough, in my opinion, ( 25 ) to connect some dots. See, his mom died when he was 6 or 7 and I raised him solo.

What did he know about me... or what would he have been comfortable with? He knew where I worked and what I did, and indeed tagged along
once in a while to sit in my office and play world of warcraft on a laptop, he knew I was a musician, a scuba diver ( and awarded a citizen of the year citation from the city and California Senate for saving a life during a diving accident ), he knew I liked to build guitars for my own enjoyment and use, he knew I liked to cook... because I liked to eat, and he also knew I loved to ride motorcycles, because it's the next best fucking thing to flying.
He knew absolutely nothing about my brush with Scn, the SO, or my fascination with the hard problem... as I didn't think that would be of any help
to him, until he was old enough to understand critical thought. In that sense everything else was in fact, "Undelivered", and of that... there is
what I like to call "a shit ton".
But... I don't really write per se, or at least, have not earnestly tried to approach it as a serious endeavor, so I made a deal with myself, that I was
going to work at it, until I reduced the embellisments, hyperbole and bullshit to as close to zero as I was capable. So... letting other people
look over my shoulder is pretty useful. I guess I chose the most controversial subject on hand, because it is certainly the most polarizing,
and I thought that would reveal where I was failing to paint a picture that would provoke a personal inspection of the reader's thoughts on the subject. Of course, I stopped short on some details, because my interpretation is purely subjective and not at all BPI.
There are many other stories, mostly about people I've known, odd synchonicities I've experienced, good times, bad times. Ya know... life.

The only thing I knew about my father was that he worked for a very large manufacturer of medical equipment, was in the Navy during WWII and
was wounded, and was a pretty decent sketch artist with absolutely no confidence in his own ability... oh... and that his priorities in life were
perhaps... somewhat Victorian. Maybe there was more to it, but I will never know for sure.
So it's an attempt at providing a truthful, historical account to perhaps the only person to whom it would ever really matter.

“We have two lives, and the second begins when we realize we only have one.”—Confucius

I got a good overview about alien encounters. I previously hadn't thought too much about it, maybe a shrug and a who knows - maybe. Thanks for the memories. If you put more pieces of the puzzle together and want to post it that would be interesting to read.

I never had any children or at least nobody told me. My father was draft deferred in WWII since he was a skilled machinist in a critical munitions plant. So the story goes, one day toward the end of 1944 he overheard a couple of old guys calling him chicken because he didn't sign up to fight so he went and signed up. May 8, 1945 was WWII Victory In Europe Day and the war was basically over so he spent the rest of his service time in a military bakery shop making doughnuts.

 

[Barile]

well.. this about that. I know it's a stretch to think that this is a universal topic. I confess to hanging out with some people who share an interest, if even only as a member of some forum ( not that there's anything wrong with that... ). Turns out, it is impossible to be "unbitten".

As for your dad.. ya, I've seen plenty of documentaries that made it clear the level of nationalism during that period. It's real easy to get caught up in hive mind. He did what he had to, which is more than some. When I looked up my father's war record, I was shocked to see he went into the Navy at 16. Seems he lied about his age and got away with it. I am quite sure we never talked about that. It's so easy to be anonymous and have no actual shared identity, poking at life with a spindly branch and demanding answers, explanations or providing an in-depth review of how it should be. Easy to blame an ideology and ignore the human propensity to follow orders above all else. Ideologies have no power without willing participants.
Still, donuts... that's a pretty chill gig.

 

[Zertel]

Okay. Regarding your contact experience you want to let your son know here is what happened, here is what you did, and here is what he might or might not do if the same thing happens to him.

Well, what if the same shit happens to me? How about some advice?

After having received scn auditing and having a few mystical experiences later on I might be a candidate for being a guinea pig for some ET rascals.

Also, my grandmother told me angels helped her and would help me too if I asked them. She also gave astrology readings back in the1950s so there might be a genetic predisposition making me a target for ETs. Yikes

Sorry. I can't help getting facetious when I get into some imponderables.

 

[Barile]

Well, what if the same shit happens to me? How about some advice?

try to always have a camera on hand... was not possible in 1971

don't get any closer than you already are

a second witness can be very helpful, if for no other reason than when they say, "oh shit",
you know you are not hallucinating.

smile.. try to be pleasant \s

Get real comfortable with the idea that whatever you think it is, that's probably not what it is.

If you must talk about it, don't post it.. anywhere. Find others who claim similar experiences and be very
disappointed that there is very little or nothing similar about their stories.

If you find yourself in telepathic conversation with it/them, consider the explanation that
it is only a side effect of quantum entanglement, because nobody understands that, really, but it
is apparently a thing.

Most importantly, find peace in the idea that you probably will never figure it out, and seemingly
no one else has either.

 

[Barile]

You might get a kick out of this poor fucker's story. Imagine having to explain this to your in-laws
over dinner.