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Large UFO eats Malaysia Aircraft In Warning To World About Nuclear Conflict In The Ukraine

First of all, just let me say that UFO’s do exist. And if you don’t believe this is true just go someplace else. Read no further. This post is for readers who understand and accept the notion that the universe is a great big, wide, wonderful place. And there is lots of room in it for other civilizations.

I have seen a UFO. I have talked to people in my small circle of humanity who have seen them. My wife saw one long ago! There are lots of videos of them on YouTube. There are reports of aliens who crashed into our planet and died. They were, of course, carted away by the government for further study. And the government has spared no effort in covering up and denying any knowledge of them.

There are even documents around that explain the rationale of the government in doing this. And I can understand, even sympathize, with their reasoning. Governments need to control their populations. Hobbes would agree. You can’t have millions of people doing their own thing. Not in this world. So the government cannot recognize that there is a greater power with military capacities far superior, UP THERE, doing “it’s” own thing. And who knows what it really wants to do? Maybe it wants to enslave us all? Who can tell?

But that doesn’t mean we can’t recognize the truth. And, as I said, just go somewhere else if you believe Spielburg was just spinning his wheels when he made E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial and Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

Moving on to the present mystery about the jet that vanished . . .

Millions of folks out there have seen UFO’s. So it makes sense that they are a presence around our planet and they have technology that is very far beyond our own. And some of their spacecraft could clearly be quite large and capable of absorbing a passenger jet. But did this happen to the Malaysia aircraft?

I’m not certain. But I think it’s a strong possibility. And I would like to give you a quote from an interesting book called The PK Man by Jeffrey Mishlove.

Then, on July 22, 1985, Owens sent me a letter threatening the NASA space program once again – specifically the space shuttles. He wrote: There are four space shuttles at NASA . . . Challenger, Atlantis, Discovery and Columbia. As of July 22, my UFO’s were directing destructive powers at these shuttles and the NASA program. Heretofore my UFOs have tried to be compassionate . . . simply destroying major experiments aboard spacecraft. But now time is short . . . they need their UFO base in order to hold back war on Earth . . . help the human race . . . and help the face of Earth itself. So, in order to try to pierce the armor of the bureaucracy blocking the UFO base they intend to attack one or more of the above-mentioned shuttles. They warn that any astronauts going up in these shuttles do so at their own peril, having been fairly warned in advance.

Ted Owens, the subject of Mishlove’s book, sent this letter to the author and on January 28, 1986 the Challenger disaster happened. It was a weather related tragedy that involved freezing temperatures. Weather is something that UFOs apparently manipulate with impunity. It also involved the stupidity of the bureaucracy allowing a launch when the O-rings of the shuttle were unable to do their proper job.

It’s important to remember (and this episode makes clear the point) that a bureaucracy can be a mammoth, stupid thing. Governments are the sum of their parts and we can only hope they guide us in helpful ways. Let’s wonder, for example, about the intelligence level exhibited by planners in Japan who built nuclear power plants a stone’s throw from the Pacific Ocean and then built a wall around them that was not high enough to stop the surge of ocean waves in a tsunami. Let’s ask a fifth grade student if there are tsunamis in the Pacific Ocean from time to time? “And what will happen if a large wave hits this wall?”

So now we have NATO defending a country that is being split in two by the Russian Federation. There are nuclear forces on each side. It is a tense situation. On the news in the last few days we have seen F-16 fighter jets sent to Poland which shares a long border with the Ukraine. Each side is gearing up militarily to advance its objectives. Each side has a vast array of nuclear weapons.

And suddenly a passenger jet disappears. Could it be that this is a message to the governments of the world? I don’t really know. But I am often quite amazed and thankful that we have survived over 50 years of nuclear proliferation. And I wonder if there has not been another player in this drama which has kept us from destroying ourselves. We do so much enjoy playing with nuclear fire. And we do have such a talent for burning ourselves.

Radar Playback of the moment the aircraft disappeared . . .

Update: It’s several weeks later and still no sign of the jet. Media coverage is getting slow. So can we say the jet has just disappeared?

Can we begin to accept that a UFO, for whatever reason, possibly ATE it?

A Great Movie List / Roger Ebert’s Gift To Us All

I have tried to find good movies to watch in the past by searching for great movie lists and this one didn’t show up on Google. And I was always disappointed by the lists of films I found. They contained a large number of popular movies. Some of them I had seen and many of them I was not interested in viewing.

But the list of movies at RogerEbert.com is different. The very first movie on the list is Departures, a Japanese movie with subtitles. I didn’t read the review preferring to take in the movie without any knowledge about it. And it was a wonderful movie, deeply moving and dealing with subjects that are rarely, if ever, addressed. It is about life and death from the point of view of your average person who has trouble finding a job or making a marital relationship work. I don’t want to say much about it. If you haven’t seen it you really need to dial up Netflix and enjoy a couple hours with it. It starts slowly but builds upon itself in a way that is wonderfully cathartic.

Not all of the movies on this list are available on Netflix. It may be necessary to look around for some of them on Amazon. But it’s worth the effort or the minimal cost to check them out if you enjoy movies that are more than just “entertainment”.


I Don’t Care Much About Blogging

I have not added any posts for a month.

Never mind.

It just seems too much like politics to me. Everyone has a group of followers. I had a group of followers. Most of them have probably left by now. . . Maybe they still come around. But you never know! They don’t comment much!!

People don’t comment much. I don’t comment. We can read something and have thoughts about it. Maybe even happy thoughts. But we don’t write them down. And then, the writer who helped us have those thoughts has NO IDEA! No feedback. Did anybody read this?

I have no idea. But once in a great while I look at what I have written. I especially look at the poetry. And I think “this is great” or “this sucks” and then I remember all the years that have gone by and all the moments, the work, the inspiration that somehow emerged from a fat person (I have lost a lot of weight). And I affirm that I (sorry about all the “I’s) will never, ever let this blog go unto digital heaven. It will be resubscribed every year until your blogging buddy is DONE. Because, I would like parts of it to be at the funeral home up on a screen (hopefully if we have some nerdy types available to make it happen). Or, at least, it will be online so that, perhaps, someone will look back and see . .


Yes. . . he had a life. We can appreciate that for a moment. And then, off we go.

Yes, off we ALL go. And I (sorry, once again) will be somewhere after a nice break from “I” and (hopefully) a time of peace in the NOT “I”.

I’m almost there now. And I don’t care about followers or numbers or anything that has to do with groups. Because it’s not about groups. Unless you are a politician. It’s about the Universe and each of us. And the universe will decide who connects with us. Each of us.

There are children in the world at this moment who are eating dirt and nobody cares about them. Except the Universe. And, of course, we care about them even though we have no idea who they are . . . We care about them in a general sense.

And nobody keeps track of those stats. We just care for each other. We love the little children. But blogging doesn’t really matter. There are traces of brilliant light everywhere. Yes, even here. But I wouldn’t worry about it. Just be alive. Social media is not where it’s at. The universe cares about us. Social media doesn’t give a crap what we do.

It’s just an art form and a way to express things. For the record.

We Go To DC/ Andrea Bocelli In Concert

It has been cold and rainy here in Virginia for awhile now and Betsy was sick with a stomach virus that laid her up in bed for a few days. So as the day approached for the Andrea Bocelli concert in Washington DC I was not sure if we would even be able to go. But my lovely wife rallied and the skies cleared up, although it remained cold. We drove two hours up to the southern reach of the Metro system and glided the rest of the way to the Verizon Center.


And so it turned out to be one of the loveliest experiences we have had in quite a long time. Emerging from the subway there were tents and vendors with many, many Christmas items next to the National Portrait Gallery.


This made someone happy. Can you tell? Then we went inside to view an exhibit entitled, A Democracy of Images Photographs. Truly fascinating photos by photographers in America from the time the art first emerged in the early 1800’s until today.

Then we went to dinner at Corduroy with a good friend of ours, Kurt, who has worked at the Library of Congress for over thirty years. And then we said goodbye and headed for the concert. Andrea was amazing as usual. There were five encores ending with his amazing rendition of Nessun Dorma. I never really expected to see Andrea Bocelli in concert so this was an amazing treat, a Christmas experience I will never forget. Betsy had a great time, too, and we enjoyed the adventure together. Back to the Metro we went and down I-95 where construction is ever present. We got home well after one in the morning and I was asleep about two minutes after my head hit the pillow. Daily walking has its rewards. Here are some photos.  

Rage Against The Dying Of The Light

This past weekend I did a challenging overnite hike with a great group of Central Virginia Trailblazers up in W. Augusta, Va. in a place called Ramsey’s Draft. The weather was perfect and it was a great opportunity to work on some of those backpacking skills. The second day was a 9 mile hike back to civilization and after several miles my legs started to go. I really hate holding anybody back so I actually prayed to God for some help (I’ve been meditating lately instead of drinking beer and thought this might be a good opportunity to cash in some of those chips). Two minutes later there was Ginny sitting along the path munching on some trail mix she had made up herself and she offered some of it to the old granddad. And it was delicious!! Chocolate and those little yogurt eggs! Salty pretzels! We sat for awhile in the sun and relaxed. Drank some tasty water we had picked up at the spring on top of the mountain. And life seemed a lot better. So we walked awhile and came upon the rest of our group where a woman I had just met by the name of Mary said, “Trade packs with me”. She had managed to somehow get all her stuff into a 12 pound pack while mine was 22 pounds and I didn’t really want to do it, but she insisted. And she also introduced me to these delicious little Clif Shot Bloks that contain salt, potassium and some sugar. And off we went. I felt like the hike had just started! Total revival and the remainder of our time on the trail was full of happy comradery. Mary reminds me of one of the truly awesome online presences, Robin Easton, author of Naked in Eden: My Adventures and Awakening in the Australian Rainforest. She got everyone talking about their lives and feeling good about themselves. Which is really funny, because I asked Robin to be with me on this challenging hike. And here was Mary! And here was God, too, answering a prayer when I was about to give up my backpacking dreams forever.

betsy and me

But that’s not going to happen anytime soon. Today is a sit and relax at the computer kind of day and I have been goofing off, looking at a lot of old pics and realizing what a puffy, overweight thing I used to be. But it’s never too late (as long as you can still walk around the block) to reverse course.


Out in the wilderness, at night, when the wind is howling and the temperature is dipping into the low 30’s and 20’s you have to face certain things. When you are walking along a narrow path on the side of a mountain with a 20 pound pack and your legs are dead you have to deal with a reality that eludes us, often, at home. You have to think and you have to be careful. It’s a physical and mental challenge for men and women, alike. And we are alike in so many ways away from our daily routines.

When you get to be over 60 years old you enter a battlefield that younger folks only imagine. How do you want to proceed when you get there? Do you want to spend your time in the field hospital? Sometimes this cannot be avoided. There are casualties in every war. But, often, I see people trying to avoid the realization that any of this is even happening. Nature, and the mountains that often surround our communities, offer us the opportunity to scrape off all the sedentary ways that gradually weigh us down. It’s going to hurt, no doubt, and not be very pretty for awhile. But it feels so much better each time we complete a mission.

You never know what you might meet in the woods. It could be a snake or a bear. It might be a bobcat or a coyote. But it’s frequently in the back of the mind, especially when fixing food. And what happens if you fall and shatter a bone 9 miles from the road?

What happens if your doctor tells you that you have one of those aging diseases? We have to face these things one way or another. And I would rather take my chances where the action is real. People are true and God is on my lips. Ironically, in the end you may end up happier, in a lot better shape and living a lot longer going down this path.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. –Dylan Thomas

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