Whitley Strieber: "The Hour Is Late"January 3 2009 at 2:38 PM
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The Hour is Late
Friday December 12th, 2008
It is late here, midnight passing. December has come again, and for the past few months I have been enduring the same demonic nights that I experience every year at this time, as my spirit relives the hard pilgrimage that led to the night of December 26, 1985.
The feelings are so complex, the fears so deep and the love, too, so deep, that sometimes, even after all these years,the whole emotional avalanche of having the visitors emerge into my life threatens to drown me.
It was not all bad, not by any means, and that what makes my present condition so hard. I have lost loves, great loves, towering loves, left behind me a life and experiences that are somewhere close to the pinnacle what can happen to a living man.
I know that what I did is considered nothing--the foolish bagatelles of a pitiful man with a deranged imagination, or even a frank liar--but it was all real, and there was far more of it than I have ever said, and I am so lonely now that it is a physical agony, and yet, along with the loneliness there is also a fear that is greater than my blood, greater than my soul, I would think, that breaks me on its wheel in these lonely hours in the early winter, every year.
I have lived most of my life, and over its course been given a great blessing, to see truly and accurately to a land beyond death, and see its sacred population, and even gain friends there.
But what did it mean? Is there really an afterlife, or was it a trick to force me into the state of question in which I now live? Am I standing before a door, or, like Tantalus, doomed to forever seek a meal I will never consume in the form of answers I will never receive.
I am deeply, profoundly angry at the way I have been treated by the world. I brought one of the premiere human experiences to the surface and my reward has been a mock Science Fiction Hugo, and to become a star of the television show Southpark as the victim of a 'rectal probe'--the character skillfully changed, of course, so that I could not sue or claim theft of my story.
It hurts to get raped and it humiliates beyond what you may be able to believe. Indeed, it humiliated me so much that it took me twenty years to tell my own wife the frank truth of it. Seeing myself mocked week after week on television, and not just on Southpark, God knows, and knowing that I was telling the truth and they were tormenting me because they believed otherwise, was a horrible thing.
I have been hounded also by official sources. Right before my last nonfiction book "Confirmation" was published, Parade Magazine suddenly printed a false story that I was a temporal lobe epileptic and had given a large contribution to the Epilepsy Foundation.
This story had been placed there to destroy my credibility, and it worked. Sales of my books were already plummeting because of Southpark and other tormentors. I got Parade to publish a retraction, but the damage was done.
So I have known all these years that there were dark forces involved in this, forces that want to keep mankind weak and confused, and never let him out.
Now, in this late hour at the age of sixty three, I feel an extraordinary bitterness. What a waste, all that knowledge and relationship! But I was driven broke with my courageous wife to a life far away in Texas. Since then the people who bought the house haven't noticed a thing, but is was not for the house that the visitors came, it was for me.
What a rich trove of knowledge is being wasted by denying their reality, and not just what I have to offer. I'm only a small part of a great movement that will, in the end, affect human life and human meaning more profoundly than anything else that has happened across the whole reach of history.
And we pretend it isn't even happening.
The visitors told me that we came out of a race of lemurs, which explains out our love of bright objects. For millions of years longer than we have had civilization, we reached for the fruits in the trees, and our material culture is the result. Show a human being a jewel or a bright automobile, and he feels the same lust and the same delight that our ancient forebears felt when they saw a bright, ripe berry.
We live in a civilization that uses fuel to make fire, and fire to change the chemistry of thousands of materials, and make object. In other words, we have a material culture based on fire.
But the visitors do not. They gather their energy in other ways and their culture has other aims. These have to do with the only thing of any real value, which is the soul--what the Master of the Key called "conscious energy."
This, not cars and boats and diamonds, is what this universe--and the life of man, too--is all about.
The Romans had steam-powered toys, but the idea of using engines never crossed their minds. Go to Rome now, and see the result of their failure to grasp their own true needs.
We are in the same position now, but with a huge difference. Be it dark or light, dangerous or glorious, or all of the above, something extraordinary is beckoning to us out of the night, toward a future that we are refusing to embrace.
If we do not embrace it, our future is absolutely clear. To see it, all you need to do is walk the bare bones of the old Roman Forum.
Oh, well, it is late here. I'm tired and feeling beaten to death. I must give up the ghost, its been a long day.
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|May 1 2009, 4:06 PM |
A New World, if We can Take It
Sunday April 26th, 2009
....As matters now stand, if there was an admission at the highest levels of the US government similar to that already made by numerous other governments, there will follow an effort to manage information flow by directing the media to NASA, the US Air Force and such quasi-governmental groups as the MUFON leadership.
However, these groups probably have little to nothing of any value to offer. From all appearances, they think of the situation as involving intelligent entities from another planet or planets who function according to policy and, in some way, have institutions like ours that formulate and direct their policies.
In reality, the way the visitors function and what happens to people in their proximity suggests that they perceive the world very, very differently from the way we do. For example, when you are face to face with the small gray beings that form such a large part of the presence we see, and figure so extensively in its folklore, there is no sense that you are with people. Rather, it's like being with animals who are much more intelligent than you are. This is because there is absolutely no cultural familiarity at all. None.
How can officials engage with somebody whose meaning lies beyond a gap far more vast than that between us and, say, dolphins? We haven't the slightest idea what cetaceans may be saying to each other, or even what language means to them, if anything. And our visitors--even those who appear to engage with us verbally--are far, far more different from us than any earthly species...........
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|March 1 2011, 5:22 AM |
The CIA is so tight with the media that we can no longer know what is true and what isn't.
posted 16 weeks 1 day ago
"The Central Intelligence Agency owns everyone of any significance in the major media."
-- William Colby, former CIA Director, quoted by Dave Mcgowan, Derailing Democracy
"You could get a journalist cheaper than a good call girl, for a couple hundred dollars a month."
-- CIA operative, discussing the availability and prices of journalists willing to peddle CIA propaganda and cover stories. Katherine the Great, by Deborah Davis
"There is quite an incredible spread of relationships. You dont need to manipulate Time magazine, for example, because there are [Central Intelligence] Agency people at the management level."
-- William B. Bader, former CIA intelligence officer, briefing members of the Senate Intelligence Committee, The CIA and the Media, by Carl Bernstein
"The Agency's relationship with [The New York] Times was by far its most valuable among newspapers, according to CIA officials. [It was] general Times policy ... to provide assistance to the CIA whenever possible."
-- The CIA and the Media, by Carl Bernstein
"Senator William Proxmire has pegged the number of employees of the federal intelligence community at 148,000 ... though Proxmire's number is itself a conservative one. The "intelligence community" is officially defined as including only those organizations that are members of the U.S. Intelligence Board (USIB); a dozen other agencies, charged with both foreign and domestic intelligence chores, are not encompassed by the term.... The number of intelligence workers employed by the federal government is not 148,000, but some undetermined multiple of that number."
-- Jim Hougan, Spooks
"For some time I have been disturbed by the way the CIA has been diverted from its original assignment. It has become an operational and at times a policy-making arm of the government.... I never had any thought that when I set up the CIA that it would be injected into peacetime cloak and dagger operations."
-- former President Harry Truman, 22 December 1963, one month after the JFK assassination, op-ed section of the Washington Post, early edition (this was in 1963..imagine how much they have consolidated their gains since then)
"I want to splinter the CIA in a thousand pieces and scatter it to the winds."
-- former President John F. Kennedy
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