I've been going through Rich Dolan's Truth Out radio archive this week. Truth Outh, in case you didn't know, is the show he has on the Global Radio Alliance network, which airs every Saturday night —And, like Tony the Tiger would say, it's G-r-r-r-r-eat!!
Listening to Fortean podcasts while I'm working has become second nature for me by now. Often times I find myself working on some project which doesn't require a lot of concentration effort on my part —Fixing a 3d model here, tweaking a computer rendering there, nothing too fancy— and that's where having the chance to put on my headphones while listening to a talking voice is very helpful.
My favorite podcasts are, in no particular order:
- The Gralien Report
- Mysterious Universe
- Hidden Experience
- Radio Misterioso
- The Paracast
- Dark Matters Radio
- The Other Side of Truth
- Binnall of America
But, even with all those shows, I can run out of fresh podcasts very early in the week. So there's where Truth Out has come pretty handy. Richard's show lasts a whopping 3 hours, and since I already considered him one of the top researchers in the field, listening discussing his ideas and theories at length is a delight; on top of that I happen to fin find his tone of voice to be very relaxing, and that counts a lot in my book too, since that way I can pay attention to what he's saying while multitasking through my daily chores —those LOLcats ain't gonna get rated all by themselves, ya know!
Plus, he's a Rage Against the Machine fan! What more dare you ask??
So I was just listening to show # 8 (5/9/12), and while he was answering to a listener's question on whay prompted him to enter the UFOlogy field in the first place, he goes on to discuss the great impact that reading Timothy Good's Above Top Secret had in him. "I became obsessed!" he admits, and afterward he spent a great many nights looking up to his bedroom's ceiling pondering on the what ifs.
And that's when he revealed that, like myself, he's hooked on red pills.
On around -34:52, he says:
The reason that it's engaged me all these years. You know like in the movie The Matrix where famously Neo takes that red pill, and reality unfolds. He sees reality for what it is. I wish life were that easy! Of course it's never that easy.
I've taken countless red pills, because the way it is: you take one red pill, in other words you realized "Holy shit! UFOs are real!", now my whole world has just gone kaboom, but that doesn't end it. You stay with this reality for a little while and then you realize the waters get deeper still. And you realize that you have to account for abductions, you have to account for mutilations. You have to account for, what appears to be strange science and strange visits of inter-dimensionality.
And what I found myself is to being pulled by degrees into those deeper waters. I didn't plan to swim out into the ocean initially. I just planned to, you know, trips along the shore there, get my feet wet.
But the field isn't like that. And it seems like every 6 or 12 months I need to take a new major red pill! to account for my continually transforming reality.
Not even I could have managed to put it so eloquently. It's as if Rich had managed to understand what was going inside my own subconscious the moment I decided, for not particular reason (it seemed) to become the Red Pill Junkie.
So kudos to you Mr. Dolan. You've acquired a fan for life —and well-stocked supply of red pills to go along with it ;)
Over at Intrepid, I mused a little about the over-arching implications of eBay's ban on Esoteric paraphernalia. It's not going to be to everyone's liking though, so consider yourself warned.
On my latest post for Intrepid, I take a look at 3 soon-to-come films that make use of paranormal and esoteric lore —both ancient & recent— for the entertainment pleasure of movie-goers.
In my latest thought-crime for the Intrepid blog, I try to present some of my reasons why I'm still reticent to buy into the whole Transhumanist thingie.
Meat-sacks click here
My latest contribution @ the Intrepid blog deals with my personal concerns about the reliability of 'paranormally' transmitted information, either from psychic channeling or direct close encounters with non-human entities. Could we just be the victims of Cosmic trolls?
Caleb Medley is a young aspiring stand-up comedian who is among the many victims of the Colorado shooting. He lost his eye and suffered from brain damage; and if that wasn't bad enough, he's facing an estimate of $2 million dollars in medical costs.
Caleb, like many Americans, is uninsured.
I've come at a point in my life where most of what I read and write is in English. I seem to pay more attention to international and American news than to the news of my own country. Yet no matter how much I've immersed myself in American culture, there are still some things I don't think I'll ever understand about the US.
I can't understand their infatuation with fire-arms. I just can't find the logic in the argument that if everyone were carrying a gun like in the days of the Wild West, tragedies like the Century 16 massacre could have been easily prevented.
And I certainly don't understand how the most powerful nation in the world can't afford to give free medical attention to their citizens. What's the point of all that might then?
So, even if I can't make a difference in changing the viewpoints of the entire US government with regards to these 2 problems, at least I'm going to try to make a difference with Caleb.
Caleb's family have set up a donation page to gather funds for his medical attention. If you can spare a few bucks, that action will be more meaningful that all the Tweets and blogposts decrying the shooting, and pointlessly pointing the finger to the scapegoat of your choice —Nolan and his movies, the NRA, violent videogames, or whatever floats your boat.
I haven't had the chance to see the 3rd Batman movie. But I still remember the most important message of the 2nd one: the moment where the citizens of Gotham and the prison convicts, who were trapped in separate river ferries, decided to have the courage to do what's right.
May we all find it in our hearts to have the same courage.
[H/T Boing Boing]
My friend Mike Clelland has been discovering a lot of interesting connections between Jessica Redfield --one of the Aurora's massacre victims-- hockey, and the color red. I myself think I've stumbled upon a weird link between this tragedy and Shakespeare's play A Midsummer Night's Dream.
Only this time the dream turned into a nightmare...
It has already been acknowledged that Redfield had already been involved in a previous mass shooting, and that it was maybe some type of precognition that which saved her life that time. A feeling of dread and emptiness which forced her to escape the place where a few minutes later a madman would start shooting at the innocent bystanders.
I can’t get this odd feeling out of my chest. This empty, almost sickening feeling won’t go away. I noticed this feeling when I was in the Eaton Center in Toronto just seconds before someone opened fire in the food court. An odd feeling which led me to go outside and unknowingly out of harm‘s way. It’s hard for me to wrap my mind around how a weird feeling saved me from being in the middle of a deadly shooting.
Mike further analyses how Jessica's life, up to the time of the shooting, seemd to have resonated with the color red. Her real name was Jessica Ghawi, but she changed it to Redfield because she figured it would be better for her professional career as a sports reporter.
[As a Mexican, it is also easy for me to observe that Colorado is one of the Spanish words we use for the color red (rojo).]
Mike read some of her older Tweets --an unsavory task given the nature of the circumstances, yet I thank him for it-- and found this image, which becomes even more disturbing because of how the events have already unfolded. Here's Jessica in the aftermath of a tomato fight (She's the one standing to the right).
She posted this image at 3:33 pm (July 7), which to anyone who has cared to follow this blog will know is a number I pay special attention to --along with a whole bunch of persons interested in the Fortean world.
The smeared faces of the beautiful smiling girls seems almost like a surreal prelude to the real tragedy that would come days later. I also personally found the image unsettling because of the creepy dude looking to the camera from behind Jessica, at the right of the picture. His red-stained hair and grim feature is oddly reminiscent of James Eagan Holmes, the man who murdered Jessica yesterday.
Jessica had a boyfriend who is a professional hockey player. And this is where my little personal contribution to this Twilight tapestry appears: Even though I'm not a big Shakespeare fan, for some reason Mike's blog compelled me to Google 'A Midsummer's Night Dream', to further confirm what I already suspected.
One of the characters in that play is named Puck. He is the trickstery servant of Oberon, the king of fairies. The puck is also the name given to the dark disk used to play hockey.
In the play Puck also goes by the name Robin Goodfellow, and here once again we find a link to the color red.
In the image I posted at the top of this link the artist chose to portray Titania, the queen of the fairies, with red hair --The same color of Jessica's.
Was she meant to represent the fairie queen in the ghastly play that was enacted on the Aurora theater?
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
—The opening of Puck's epilogue.
I also recommend you read Loren's latest post:
UPDATE: 82_28, a visitor to Loren's blog, posted this on the thread for Blood Red Movie Massacres:
7 Red Robin employees injured in theater shooting.
The color Red, and the Robin, once again connected with this tragedy.
Also, Loren has written another post in his blog, which mentions this one, as well as the posts of other people who've tried to follow the synchro-mystic elements of the Aurora Massacre:Red Dawn
And finally, Mike clelland sent me the link to this beautiful, but enigmatic painting: The Gates of Dawn.
The goddess Aurora, with her red hair and seductive demeanor, standing at the gate of her 'rose-filled chambers.'
We also read in the description:
Aurora is inviting and alluring, magnificently beautiful and proud, but she is also divinely powerful. Punished by Aphrodite for enticing Ares, Aurora was condemned to be restless and destructive in her pursuit of young men. In future years Draper considered painting a scene from the story of Aurora's love for Tithonus, a mortal granted immortality without eternal youth, metamorphosed into a grasshopper after his beauty faded. The discarded roses that litter die floor at Aurora's feet refer to her inexhaustible passion, and the parasitic bindweed flowers in her hair also allude to her strangling, obsessive desire. She is like the sirens: beautiful, erotic, insatiably voracious, and never able to live happily in the company of men. Aurora was even prepared to hypnotise and rape her lovers as they slept to satisfy her sexual hunger. Draper's femmes fatales simultaneously solicit and repel, entice and caution, desire and despise.
Destructive in her pursuit of young men. Will we find a history of sexual frustration in the twisted psyche of James Holmes?
[I guess that's not too insightful, really]
The rose has a long tradition of being a sacred offering for any number of goddeses, including Isis, Venus, and even the Blessed Virgin Mary in the Catholic dogma.
And here in the painting we see that the roses are at the bottom of the composition. The term sub-rosa (under the rose) has been used in antiquity to represent a secret being kept.
What's the secret the Red Dawn is keeping from us?
[UPDATE 07-27-12] There have been so many other weird synchromystic elements popping up from this event it's almost overwhelming. Since this particular post was meant to address the 'Shakespearean' connection though, I think it bears mentioning at least these two:
* Another synchromystic friend, Brizdaz (Darren) wrote a post on his blog related to Anne Hathaway, the actress who played the role of Catwoman. Anne Hathatway was also the name of Shakespeare's wife.
* Remember the old TV series from the 60's? I just literally stumbled upon an old magazine ad that reminded me of how Adam West used to enter his bat-cave: through a secret button hidden inside a Shakespeare's bust.
There are more things in heaven and earth, yadda yadda, right?